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softholand · 3 years ago

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wild side | harry holland

pairing: bestfriend!harry holland x reader

summary: your and harry’s relationship take a turn after he helps you out at the club

warnings: swearing, alcohol, a creep, smut— minors dni

words: 3.7k

a/n: yay, my first harry fic is here!! i was clearly inspired by the song wild side by normani and cardi b to write this so, if you haven’t listen to it yet, go do it bc it’s really good and fits this fic to a t ;)) i really hope you guys like it, pls let me know your thoughts, your feedback is always appreciated !! i think that’s it— ily <3 be safe xx

It was Friday night again and you and your best friend found yourselves at yet another party. You and Harry had met through work and instantly become party buddies. Every Friday, he’d stop by your house, where you’d do a couple of shots before going to any party that was currently available. And today it was no different.

You walked the few stoned steps that led to the nightclub, where music blasted through the speakers, making you that more excited to go inside. After showing your identification, the security finally let you in, you and Harry quickly making your way to the bar, to get yourselves some drinks.

“It’s crowded today!” Your best friend shouted in your ear, that being the only way to make you hear him through the extremely loud music. “Uh-hu, just how I like it!” You smirked, taking a sip of your freshly made drink. Harry laughed, already knowing it was going to be one hell of a night.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel the effects of the alcoholic beverages on your body, making you lose yourself on the dance floor. Despite enjoying parties, Harry wasn’t much of a dancer, he’d rather stay back, relax, and enjoy his drink of choice.

You, on the other hand, absolutely loved dancing, that was like the main reason you enjoyed going to these parties, and the alcohol, of course. You were currently on your third drink, your legs already feeling like jelly from all the dancing you’d done. “Harry, c’mon, you’re so uptight tonight, come dance with me!” You pouted, making grabby hands in his direction. “You know I don’t like dancing, love!” Harry stated the obvious, making you roll your eyes. “Just one song then, please?!” You knew your friend couldn’t resist your pleading face, a smirk appearing on your lips when you saw him smile, shaking his head. “Just one!” He repeated, before being dragged to the dance floor.

Harry stayed with you for a couple of songs, which was more than you asked for, so you couldn’t really be mad when he left and went back to the bar. You, on the other hand, stayed exactly where you were, swaying your body to the overplayed pop song currently playing on the club speakers.

Your vibe was suddenly cut short when you felt something, or rather someone approaching you from behind your back, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” The catchphrase alone made you want to throw up, the person’s hot breath on your neck as another reason. “She was having fun until someone rudely interrupted her!” You let it out, not wanting to deal with this guy anymore.

But of course, it wasn’t enough for him, since all he did was laugh, pretending to be offended, “C’mon, I can male you company, princess!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “I’m not interested, thank you!” You tried, but once again the guy didn’t stop, his smirk only growing in size. “Oh, so you’re gonna play difficult, huh?”

Growing tired of dealing with him, you excused yourself, saying you needed to use the bathroom. There, you shot a text to Harry, asking him to wait for you outside since you were almost certain the guy would be waiting for you to exit. Your best friend only sent you a thumbs-up emoji back, having already been in this type of situation before.

It was common for you, and every other woman on planet earth, to be followed and harassed by men who didn’t know the meaning of the word no. Often you’d ask for your friends' help to get rid of some creep that just wouldn’t stop following you and apparently today wasn’t going to be different.

Once you got out of the bathroom, you were grateful to see a mop of curly red hair waiting for you by the wall, just scrolling through his phone. “Hey!” You said, getting his attention. “Hey, you alright?” Asked Harry, looking at you. “I’m fine, just some idiot not wanting to get off my back.” Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed, “So, the usual?!”

Laughing, you made your way back to the bar hand in hand, getting yourselves a round of shots before going to the dance floor. This time, since you didn’t feel safe anymore, Harry decided to follow you, staying close enough in case the creepy guy showed up again, which of course, didn’t take long to happen. “Oh God, it’s him!” You let it out, spotting him just a few steps away from where you were. “Who? The one with the disgusting looking beard?” Harry asked, praying it wasn’t him. “Yep, that one!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes when you saw him smirk.

Getting closer to you, Harry put the hand that wasn’t holding his drink on your back, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Maybe now that I’m here with you, he’ll think we’re a couple and fuck off.” You relaxed, being more than grateful for your friend, “Thank you, H!” You smiled, “Don’t mention it!” Harry shrugged, hugging you close.

You and Harry stayed together for the remainder of the song, but that wasn’t enough ‘cause you could still feel the guy’s eyes on you. “Is he still looking?” You asked Harry, to which he responded with a quick and annoyed “Yep!” You turned in your friend’s arms, quickly catching his gaze. “Dude, seriously? Why he doesn’t just fuck off?” You huffed, frustrated. “I don’t think he believes we’re together.” Harry let it out, making an idea pop into your head. “Well, let’s make him believe then.” You said, leaving your friend confused. “What?” You smirked, slowly leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Let’s give him a show!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the song Wild Side by Normani and Cardi B started to play, making your life, and the performance you were about to make, that much easier. Turning around, so your back was against Harry’s chest, you put his hands on your hips while you grind on him to the rhythm of the song.

“What are you doing?” The boy asked almost immediately. “Dancing!” You responded, keeping your movements going. “I see that! I mean— why?” Harry insisted, making you roll your eyes. “Can you stop complaining and pretend you're actually enjoying this, please?” You huffed, pressing your body firmer into him. “I’m not complaining, love!” Gripping your hips a little bit tighter, Harry suddenly whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “I was just asking why you’re doing this— with me?”

“I want that bastard to leave us alone, maybe with my ass practically in your face, he’ll get the hint.” You snarked, earning yourself a chuckle. “Okay! For the record, I wanna make it clear this was your idea, I’m just going with it.” He stated, his grip still firm on your hips. “Yeah, yeah! Stop talking and do something helpful!” You ordered, letting your head fall to one of his shoulders.

Harry took advantage of your exposed neck, and surprised you with his lips on your skin, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed to your jaw. “Fuck!” You moaned, your eyes shooting open as soon as the word left your mouth. You prayed the song was loud enough for Harry not to have heard you but, by the smirk on his face, he had heard it as clear as day.

“That good, huh?” He whispered in your ear, making you swat his stupid face away. “I’m just going with it.” You threw his words back at him, a smirk covering your lips. “Fair enough!” Harry chuckled, turning you around. When you met his eyes again, the usual warm brown color that always captivated you had now turned into a darker shade, they were almost black, filled with lust.

Harry pressed his body firmly against yours, and while you knew your friend was kind of a lady’s man, you had never experienced this side of him, not directed at you at least. But you couldn’t deny you were liking it, his hands roaming your body, stopping right on your ass, before asking, “Is that okay?” and once you nodded, he squeezed your bum, tenderly massaging the flesh.

Suddenly, the lyrics of the song started to feel more than appropriate for the moment, and while Normani’s voice echoed through the speakers, you couldn’t help but lean in, catching Harry’s lips. He was tense at first, having been caught totally by surprise but once he returned consciousness, he kissed you back, fervently.

Harry’s hands stayed on your hips, while yours kept tugging on his reddish curls, eliciting sweet little moans and grunts from his lips. When you felt your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, you had to let him go, Harry’s eyes going straight to where the creepy guy was when you started.

“It looks like that twat finally believed us.” Your friend was saying, before you rolled your eyes, kissing him again, letting go of his lips only to whisper in his ear, “Take me home!” The line left your friend completely speechless, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights. “What?” You laughed, swatting his chest, “You heard me, don’t play dumb now!”

“I mean— yeah, I just… you sure?” Harry insisted, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am!” You nodded, a playful smirk hanging from your lips. “Okay then, let’s go!” Your friend announced, taking your hand in his. Cardi B’s part of the song was still playing when you and Harry left the club, hand in hand, walking faster than you should while wearing heels, both eager to just get to your destination as fast as possible.

Since your flat was only a couple of blocks away from the nightclub, it wasn’t long until you were both getting into your house. Passing Harry the keys, since he was sober than you, you let him open and close the door before quickly slamming him against it, connecting your lips to his in a hungry kiss.

Harry’s tongue was inside your mouth in no time at all, and from there, things only escalated. One moment you’re on your doorway making out, the next Harry is hoisting you up on your kitchen counter, settling between your legs. His hands worked fast and before you knew, your skirt was already bunched up on your waist, his slender fingers tracing your still clothed core while he left open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Is this okay?” He asked, while his fingers teased your pussy. “More than!” You moaned, squirming when you felt one of his fingers push your panties out of the way, slowly tracing your folds. “You’re so wet, y/n! God, can I— can I taste you?” Harry practically begged, and a quick nod from you later, he was kneeling on your kitchen floor, hoisting one of your legs on his shoulder.

The moment his mouth got in contact with your core, you were gone. Moans and grunts left your lips, while you tried your best to stay still and not squirm too much. “Fuck me,” you moaned, tightening your grip on Harry’s curls. “That’s what I’m doing!” Your best friend smirked, moving slightly away from you. “Shut up!” You scolded, pushing his head further between your legs.

When he added one of his fingers to your core, you couldn’t help but scream, Harry’s movements only increasing in pace. Feeling your arms give up, you let your body fall onto the counter, the cold surface making a shiver run down your spine. “Harry, please, don’t stop!” You moaned, feeling the coil in your stomach ready to burst. “Don’t worry, love! I wasn’t planning to.” Harry smirked, and if he wasn’t making you feel so good at the moment, you’d probably slap him for being such a snarky little shit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum— fuck,” you moaned, feeling an intense wave of pleasure hitting you, washing over your body until your legs spasmed, almost crushing Harry’s head between your tights. You felt him move away and, once you opened your eyes, you were met with an image you’ll never forget. Your best friend staring at you, a huge smirk on his face, eyes filled with lust, and chin covered in your juices.

“Fuck,” you let it out, getting up and crashing your lips against his. Harry moaned, gripping your body tighter until he was practically carrying you to your bedroom, kicking the door open. “Hey, you’re gonna pay for that!” You smirked, Harry laughing at your remark. “Really? We’re about to fuck and that’s what you’re worried about?” With one more step, he dropped you on your bed, his body collapsing on top of yours. “You sure about that?” You joked, chuckling at your friend’s confused expression.

“No— I mean, yeah… no, I just…” Harry stuttered, making you laugh. In a swift motion, you flipped you both around, getting on top of him, straddling his waist. “Shut up, Holland!” You quipped, kissing his lips, while your hands worked on his belt, trying desperately to tug his jeans down. “Eager, aren’t we?” Harry smirked, making you groan. “Harry, help me!” You pouted, making your friend laugh.

After a quick peck on the lips, Harry helped you take his pants and boxers off, his shirt going next. “Why am I the only one taking clothes off?” He whined, going to open the zipper on your skirt. “Eager, aren’t we?” You threw his snarky comment back at him, a playful smirk on your lips. “You— are— such— a— bitch!” Harry’s words were accompanied by wet kisses all over your, now exposed, chest.

With a quick movement, Harry unclasped your bra, his lips immediately connecting with your already erect buds. “Fuck,” sweet moans left your mouth as you arched your back, your grip on Harry’s curls only tightening. “I always loved these!” Your friend mouthed, giving each one of your breasts a good squeeze, making you giggle.

While you were enjoying the way Harry played with your breasts, you couldn’t help the desire to do something, to make him feel good too. So, with a hand to his chest, you pushed in the bed, a devilish smirk on your lips. “Your turn.” You stated, trailing open mouthed kisses through his body, until you found his member, already hard as a rock, precum leaking from the tip.

“Oh my God…” Harry moaned as you pressed a kiss to his shaft, his mind going completely blank when you put him in your mouth, one of your hands wrapped around what you couldn’t fit, while the other played with his balls. “Feels so good!” Your friend groaned, guiding you by a makeshift ponytail.

You kept your movements going, bobbing your head up and down, putting as much of Harry’s shaft in your mouth as you possibly could, until small tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. Once you pulled out, Harry let a groan fall from his lips, his cock twitching from the lack of you.

Taking you by the hair, he pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “You’re amazing!” Your friend cooed, kissing and biting your ear lobe. “Harry,” you whined, making him look at you with lustful eyes. “What do you want, baby? Tell me!” He said, kissing your already swollen lips. “You— I want you!” You admitted, not caring about how you sounded.

Harry smirked, loving seeing you so desperate for him. “Hands and knees, darling!” His words went straight to your pussy, making you clench around nothing, your tights pressing together to try and get some release. But Harry stopped you before you could move, asking if you had a condom and after you instructed him to your bedside table, you got in position, feeling a little awkward at first but the feeling subsided once you felt Harry slap your ass, massaging the flesh right after.

“So gorgeous! Are you ready, love?” Your friend asked and after a quick nod and strangled yes from your lips, Harry positioned himself at your entrance, slowly easing himself inside you. The feeling of his cock on your already sensitive pussy was overwhelmingly good, and it only got better once Harry started to move, hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure to leave bruises the next day. “So tight, love… so perfect!” Harry praised you, your moans the only thing cutting through the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

It wasn’t long before Harry was relentlessly pounding into you, the pressure on your back so strong you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, your chest collapsing on the bed with a loud thud. “Fuck,” you moaned, feeling one of Harry’s hands sneak under your body, where he toyed with your clit. His chest suddenly glued to your back and, with this new position, Harry hit your sweet spot over and over again, making you cry out from pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, please, don’t stop! Please!” You repeated, your voice muffled by the pillows. “Let go, love! I’ve got you!” With one last flick to your bundle of nerves, Harry made you come, your moans so loud you were sure your neighbors were going to call the police.

You felt your legs spasming, the effects of the best orgasm of your life being enough to make Harry cum too, releasing his load inside the condom, before collapsing his body on top of yours. A thin layer of sweat covered your naked bodies and it took you both a few minutes to come back from your highs, slowly catching your breaths.

You were tired, you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, the only thing bringing you back to life being Harry’s kisses on your shoulders before getting up to discard the condom. When he came back, he had a wet towel with him, which he used to clean you up, after kindly asking if he could do so.

You felt the bed shift and a couple more kisses on your shoulders later, you heard Harry ask if you needed anything. After getting you a bottle of water, which you practically chugged it all down, he joined you in bed, covering your bodies with one of your blankets, depositing one last kiss to your shoulder, before hugging your waist, that being the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of bowls and plates in the kitchen, Harry’s side of the bed now cold, indicating he had left a while ago. Getting up, you felt your legs sore, being barely able to put on underwear and a shirt before making your way to the bathroom, heading to the kitchen/living area after.

You found Harry on your sofa, a bowl of cereal in his hands, looking adorable as ever wearing some sweats and a hoodie— that he kept in one of your drawers, in case of emergencies— ginger curls all over the place.

“Morning!” You announced, joining him by the sofa. “Morning! Did I wake you?” Concern filled his voice as he asked the question, making you smile, “No, you didn’t! I had to use the bathroom.” You lied, not wanting to make him feel bad for waking you. “Great!” Harry smiled, taking a spoonful of cereal. “Want some? I can make it for you!” He was already getting up, but you stopped him, saying you weren’t hungry but thanking him anyway. “Okay!” He mumbled, going back to eating his breakfast.

You loved seeing him like that, at ease, casually eating cereal from one of your pink bowls, really making himself at home even though he wasn’t. “So…” Harry said after finishing his breakfast, putting the now-empty bowl aside. “What?” You asked, having been snapped out of your thoughts. He chuckled, shaking his head, “We’re not gonna talk about what happened last night?” Harry smirked, locking eyes with you.

His cocky expression gave you an idea, one that you were way too excited about. “What are you talking about?” You asked, furrowing your brows, your friend’s smirk immediately disappearing. “What? You— you don’t remember?” His eyes were wide and you had to bite back your laugh. You shook your head, before adding, “I mean, a little?! We were dancing, then we came home, but after that, it’s all a little bit blurry.”

Harry’s face almost fell to the floor, his eyes looking anywhere but your face. “Oh, hum… okay! Yeah, that’s— that’s what… happened.” Your best friend mumbled, his lips a straight line. Admitting you have had enough of this game, you decided to give in, a smirk settling on your lips. “Oh, and I think we fucked too, didn’t we?”

The sigh that left Harry’s lips was one of relief, but also annoyance, “You fucking idiot!” He exclaimed, throwing a cushion at your face, while you laughed. “So you do remember?!” Your friend asked, just wanting to make sure you weren’t joking around anymore. “Of course I remember, Harry! Who do you think I am?” You asked, crossing your arms, a devilish smirk hanging from your lips, “Also, how could I forget the best shag of my life?”

“You’re such an idiot, I honestly hate y— wait… what?” Your last words finally seemed to catch up to Harry, his eyes going wide, “Really?” He asked, and you nodded. “Uh-hu, and you know I had a lot!” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows, inching closer to him. Harry only laughed, allowing your lips to ghost over his. “That means we can do it again?” He asked, eyes roaming your face. “Absolutely!” You said crashing your lips together.

In a quick but precise move, you straddled Harry’s lap, his hands resting on your hips, while you threaded your fingers through his curls. You were just about to take his hoodie off when Harry stopped you, “Wait, it’s just— I meant it like… I don’t know, maybe taking you on a date or something first?” He asked, your lips forming into a smile, “I’d like that!” You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Cool!” Harry exclaimed before you both fell silent.

“That’s gonna take a while though.” You began after a few seconds, playing with the hem of his hoodie. Your best friend smirked, already getting your intentions. “You’re right! We already did it anyway!” He shrugged, a squeal leaving your mouth when he laid you down on the sofa, his body hovering yours. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go,” Harry announced, leaving kisses all over your face before settling on your lips. “I can live with that!”

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sweetsubharry · 4 years ago

Note

do have any mpreg fics? (harry gets pregnant ofc)

Yes I do!! 💖 also of course ;) there’s about 54 in this list if I counted correctly!! so it’s a long one!

Please stay safe and read the tags everyone!!

Worth the Wait by lovelarry10

“Harry, you’re scaring me. Why did you need me to come home? I don’t mind, not if you need me, but… tell me what’s happening, love.” “I…” Harry cleared his throat, but still the words wouldn’t come. His shaking hand reached down and pulled out the picture, his breath coming in shallow pants as he handed it to Louis, who took it from him, frowning down at it.

“Whose is this?”

Louis’ blue eyes met Harry’s green then, and Harry knew he had to tell the truth.

“It’s mine. Ours. I’m pregnant, Louis.”

*****

Louis and Harry had long ago come to terms with the fact they couldn’t have children. Rapidly approaching their forties, they’re settled at work, and more than happily married.

Life, however, has other plans for the Tomlinsons.

Fill My Heart With Sweetness by loopdelouis

Harry's a late bloomer, but since his luck is shit, it's no surprise that he'd be the last to get a heat, but the first to get pregnant. In high school.

Count The Wolves And We'll Sleep Tonight by scribblewrite

Louis's the Alpha of a powerful pack and Harry's his omega.

When Harry's taken by rogue alphas, Louis will do anything to bring him home safely.

yes, you make my life worthwhile by orphan_account

Harry whispers to him that this feels like every dream he’s had for the last three years and Louis kisses his temple, behind his ear, across his cheeks and by the edge of his jaw. He runs the back of his finger across Winnie’s sleep-warm cheeks and sighs, the weight of the world finally off his shoulder.

Louis' a pediatrician, Harry's a preschooler teacher, and they're having a baby.

Weigh Us Down (We're In Love) by orphan_account

Harry’s eyes widen slightly at that. “We’re friends?”

Louis nods eagerly, smiling even wider. “Of course we are! You’re like, my first ever friend here. We just moved in, you see. Did I already tell you about that? Anyway! Maybe you can stay for dinner and I can show you my toys?”

Harry smiles. “You’ll let me play with you?”

Louis nods again, excited. “Of course!” He looks thoughtful for a moment, and then he’s slipping off the couch and crouching in front of Harry. “Oh, and Mum always kisses my wounds after she fixes them up. It makes me feel loads better all the time, so.” He leans forward and puckers his lips, pressing them over the bandage on Harry’s knee.

(harry and louis first meet when they’re eight and ten. this is their story throughout the years.)

love is so good when the love is young by drunkonyou

Louis falls for his pregnant best friend who has a bit of baggage. They make it work though.

fell in love in the morning sun by lumineres

“I'm going to die,” he wails. After about ten minutes of being in the car the discomfort got to be too much and Louis had to pull over so he could get on his hands and knees in the back seat, the only position that seemed to appeal to him. He let's out another pained cry, then grits out, “But not before I fucking kill you. This was your idea, I swear, what the fuck Louis.”

Louis does not correct him this time, he'd made that mistake two contractions ago and nearly lost his head. It had actually been Harry's idea, he'd told Louis that he hadn't forgotten the condoms, he wanted a baby. It really wasn't any trouble at all for Louis to oblige. Within a month of trying (what a wonderful month, honestly), Harry was full of Louis' baby. Like magic.

or, harry's in labor for 30 hours. louis believes in magic.

Vanished by FicNess

Harry loved Louis, Louis loved Harry. It was perfect. But after a small slip-up during some rather poorly planned sexytimes, Harry made the decision to run away. He was pretty good at hiding but Louis was also pretty good at seeking. And when Louis found him he also found a little surprise.

resolutions and lovers in the kitchen by orphan_account

Their dinner’s probably going cold, but this feels monumental. So instead of sitting them down on the table and talking about it face to face over chicken and pasta, Harry just puts his hands over Louis’ where they’re settled on his lower stomach, not letting the moment slip past them. He takes a deep breath, carefully arranging his thoughts. “She looks really lovely, Louis. Positively glowing. Her bump’s so big, and…” he trails off, breath hitching slightly when Louis lifts his hand higher, settling it right over Harry’s stomach, and that’s—

“And what, baby?” Louis asks, voice now dropped to a whisper, and Harry has to take a moment to collect his thoughts.

“She, um. She knows about you, of course, and she asked me when we’re—when we’re having a baby of our own.”

(harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.)

I'll Stand By You by harrystanslouis

Harry and Louis have been hooking up for two years. What happens when an unexpected surprise is thrown into their world?

-An mpreg, A/B/O AU featuring stupid boys in love, lots of pining, and a happy ending.

So Long I've Been Waiting by kikikryslee

Niall held up his glass in a toast. “Cheers.” Harry stared at Louis as he brought the glass up to his lips, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t like he could refuse the drink, but he certainly didn’t want to have any champagne. Louis monitored everyone else, and as soon as they all had their heads tilted back, drinking their mimosa, he reached out and knocked Harry’s glass right out of his hand, sending it crashing to the floor. “Oh, no!” Louis pretended to be shocked at what had just happened. “Harry, you’re so clumsy. You dropped your glass.” “Yes,” Harry said seriously. “I am very clumsy.” --- Or, the one where Harry and Louis are having their first baby, and keeping it a secret until the end of the first trimester is a lot harder than they thought it would be.

We Made These Memories for Ourselves by supernope

Breath held, Harry squints his eyes open and focuses on the first stick. A blue line. Harry breathes out an unsteady breath. He’s pretty sure he read that one blue line is a negative, but he fishes the box from the bottom of the pile just to make sure.

“Negative,” he confirms, voice echoing around the small room. “Next.”

Now that he’s feeling a little less shaky, he scans the rest of the tests at once, is met with a headache-inducing mixture of pink plus signs and blue double lines. His heart rate picks up until it’s pounding triple-time in the base of his throat and the pit of his stomach, thundering in his ears and throbbing in his temples. He flips over the rest of the boxes slowly, but he knows what they’re going to say before he even looks.

[or, Louis is a footballer, Harry owns a bakery, and they're having a baby.]

Nothing I'm Running From by swallowsmateforlife

The odds are one in a million. Chances are it's not going to happen to them.

It does happen to them and Harry Styles is pregnant.

deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus

"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”

Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”

[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]

hard to confess by hereforlou

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry.

(Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

Piece by Piece by SadaVeniren

He rubbed his hand over his lower stomach and closed his eyes. Louis was going to lose his fucking mind.

(aka Harry tells Louis he's pregnant and it goes as expected)

Fallen Far From the Tree by SadaVeniren

“I’m so excited.”

“Me too,” Louis said. “Just think, it’s gonna be you and me forever.” He even managed to sing song the end of the sentence.

Harry snorted. “That’s not how the line goes. And besides, it’s not gonna be you and me forever. It’s gonna be you, and me, and this little one.”

He could see the smile stretch across Louis’ face. “Yeah. You’re right.”

(aka Harry and Louis go through the ups and ups of pregnancy)

Right Here Waiting by lovelarry10

Louis and Harry are expecting a baby. Harry's heavily pregnant and nesting madly, determined to make their home ready for their baby.

(i didn't mean to) fall in love tonight by zouisclimax

Harry texts him back a thumbs up emoji before leaning forward and throwing up again. He groans, but stands after he’s done, wiping his mouth with toilet paper, and flushing the toilet.

He washes his mouth out as best as he can before steeling himself and heading back to class, trying his best not to cry. He tells himself that there is no point in worrying when he doesn’t even know if there is anything to worry about yet.

He still feels sick.

[or, the American boarding school AU where Harry's infatuated with Louis and one night flips his whole world upside-down]

you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

Running Down To The Riptide by sweaterpawstyles

"I can't give you your present yet, Lou."

Louis furrowed his brows. "And why is that, my love?"

Harry smiled at his lap. "Because your present is under my sweater," he pulled his free hand that wasn't laced with Louis' and gently laid it on his stomach. "I'm pregnant."

It's New Year's Eve and Harry has a surprise under his sweater

When I'm Lost I feel so very Found by sweaterpawstyles

Louis posted a picture a few minutes later of Harry kissing his cheek and captioned it as "My baby is having our baby :)"

It ended up getting almost a million likes in just a few hours and Louis' phone was blowing up with texts of congratulations from his friends. Harry couldn't stop blushing.

Or, the one where Harry is an average university student who winds up pregnant with rising actor Louis Tomlinson's child

Gasoline Stars by galacticlourry (orphan_account)

It reminded him of stardust, of the history of suns, and he supposed that was what the boy asleep on his shoulder had been created out of. The history of suns.

...

Or, an AU where it's all nice and innocent until someone ends up pregnant. (That would be Harry.) Also known as the Mpreg AU I've doubt you've read before.

Answer All Your Wishes by SadaVeniren

Harry and Louis met when Harry was thirteen and as first impressions go theirs was memorable enough to start a life long romance.

AKA a Tom Fletcher/Giovanna Fletcher AU where Louis is part of One Direction, Harry is the love of his life who blogs, and they have many, many children.

Claire de lune by Neondiamond

"We're having a baby Lou." he heard him say softly.

"We are babe, we are." Louis whispered into his husband's curls. "We're having a baby."

OR: Harry and Louis have wanted a baby for a while now, and now Harry's finally pregnant.

we've got a lifetime to kill by louislovesharry

harry and louis have a three year old daughter, evie, who is their whole world, and another little girl on the way. when harry falls and is put on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy, louis and evie must adjust - but it is all worth it for their newest addition to the tomlinson family.

Dirty Little Secret by therogueskimo

“Can’t let Gemma … she can’t find us,” Harry gasped against Louis’ lips, kicking his jeans off.

“Why?” Louis breathed against his mouth, working his lips down along the line of his jaw and onto his neck.

“Just … I don’t want to – god, Lou – don’t want to deal with her reaction. Just want it to be us.”

“Our dirty little secret, eh?”

_____________

Or the one where Harry and Louis fall in love, but can’t figure out how to tell Gemma. That is, until Harry gets pregnant, and they don’t have much of a choice.

Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

Put It Into Words by orphan_account

“It’s a good storm though, our families,” Louis says, flopping down on to the bed and cuddling close to Harry. He tucks his arm around Harry’s waist, kissing his temple. “The Cheshire house is perfect to raise the baby; your mum’s close, and my mum can stay in the guest bedroom when she visits.”

“And until then we have the long weekend to ourselves.”

Or, Harry and Louis go on a babymoon.

I Get To Love You by lovelarry10

A one night stand leaves Harry with a permanent reminder of the night he spent with a stranger.

Louis has no idea who the handsome stranger he took to bed is... until his friends make a shocking discovery.

A baby is on the way, and Louis and Harry have nine months to get to know each other before they become a family...

Dancing Shadows by SadaVeniren

The house was quiet by the time Louis walked up to it. He’d been away for a week and while it wasn’t the longest he’d ever been away from the pack, it was the longest he’d been away from Harry and the kids.

A Perfect Reason by Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew)

During a visit to a charity he'd like to support, Prince Louis--next in line to the throne of the United Kingdom--meets Harry, the man of his dreams. Trouble is, Louis is not out, and the law says his heirs can only be born of a woman. Louis is determined not to let that stop his pursuit of Harry. His determination doubles when Harry accidentally becomes pregnant. He and Harry will have their little family--and change the monarchy while they're at it.

Another Constellation to Trace by screwstyles

Louis wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m winning that bet.”

“What bet?” comes Niall’s excited voice from behind them, followed by footsteps. “I wanna be in on the bet!” he shouts, prompting Harry to quickly roll down his shirt sleeve and straighten his shirt where it’s still crinkly after Louis’ hands.

Niall takes one look at them and purses his lips in a tight line. “Were you guys making out again? Isn’t the fire meant to die down a bit after eight years?”

“Trust me, the fire is still very much alive,” Louis winks at Harry. “One could even say it’s cooking something.”

Mpreg AU: Louis and Harry bet on who can keep Harry's pregnancy a secret for longer. Neither of them is particularly good at it, and it doesn't help that their soulmate tattoos make it even harder.

Made From Love by lovelarry10

It's almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis' realised something about his husband Harry.

Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.

Louis' determined to open Harry's eyes and make him realise the real magic that's happening this Christmas...

years go by, whether you want them to by louislovesharry

A girl. They were having a little girl, and Harry couldn’t be happier. He had dreamed of having a daughter for as long as he could remember. A tiny little angel that he could dress up, have tea parties, pick flowers with. And if that wasn’t her thing, Louis could play footie with her, they could teach her how to play guitar and play with toy trucks. There was nothing Harry wanted more than to have and hold this beautiful creature that they had made together out of pure love, and nurture and cherish her for always.

The 'Oh my God it's twins!" Drabble. by FicNess

The 'Oh my God it's twins!" Drabble.

another pair of feet by honey_beeing

where Harry is pregnant and Louis is an oblivious idiot.

I will Only have these eyes for you by Dysia

Harry's pregnant and Louis' more in love with him than ever.

Don't ever let this day stop by Dysia

Louis comes back home earlier than he was suppose to and he's surprised with the best present ever.

i will rearrange the stars (pull 'em down to where you are) by orphan_account

Except-- the antibiotics. They'd fucked to celebrate Harry finally feeling better and not being contagious after his fight with strep-- but the antibiotics had likely still been present. And everyone knew suppressants and birth control didn't work when on antibiotics.

"Lads," Harry repeated once again, blinking slowly as his eyes filled with tears. Liam and Niall were staring at him in bewildered silence. "Lads. I'm, like, ninety-eight point seven percent sure I'm up the duff."

Alternatively, the one where Omega!Harry gets pregnant

To Carry Love by dimpled_halo

During One Direction's hiatus, Harry becomes unexpectedly pregnant, and Louis does his best at becoming the most supportive husband he can be.

Fists Alongside Hearts by mpregharryqueen

Louis is a superhero protecting New York City. He never planned on having a sidekick and especially never planned on having a baby with said sidekick.

AU based very loosely on the cinematic masterpieces, Sky High and The Incredibles.

On His Way Home by denisemuriel

“Ehm, yeah.” Harry looked down onto his lap, fumbling with his fingers. “It’s Louis’.” He replied quietly. “Oh my god.” A voice that didn’t belong to his sister Gemma replied. When Harry looked up from his lap, he saw Lottie standing across the room in the door frame and his eyes grew as wide as hers. She was Louis’ fucking sister, damn it. And now she knew that he was pregnant with her brother’s baby. “Lottie, your fucking brother got my baby brother pregnant!” Gemma exclaimed.

Or the one where Harry is set up on a blind date with his sister's best friend's brother

We Were Made to Love by supernope

“Everything all sorted? Need help with the buckles? I know they’re a bit tricky in this compartment.”

The voice startles Louis out of his daze, and he turns toward the voice to let him know he figured it out. When he catches sight of the owner of the voice, though, his response dies in his throat. Whatever he had imagined the conductor of a children’s train that rides around the shopping centre in Leeds would look like, this is certainly not it.

Leaning through the window, arms folded across the sill, is a green-eyed angel with cherry red lips stretched wide in a smile and dimples flirting in his cheeks. A black conductor’s hat is the only confirmation that this is not some gorgeous stranger who’s come to flirt with Louis through the window of a children’s train, but is just a man doing his job.

[or, Harry drives a kiddie train in the shopping centre for the summer and is obsessed with babies, and Louis never stood a chance.]

Baby, What a Big Surprise by kiwikero

As Harry settles into his seat, self-consciously adjusting his shirt over his slightly distended stomach, he can’t help but wonder how he got himself into all this. But he knows, of course he knows. It isn’t exactly easy to forget the moment that changed his entire life forever.

It all started with a party.

Or, the one where shy, quiet Harry has no idea he's a carrier, and a one night stand with the most popular boy in school shows him just how wrong he was.

Featuring Lottie as Harry's best friend, Niall as her boyfriend, and, of course, Louis as the popular boy with a soft spot for his little sister's quirky friend.

here comes the sun by orphan_account

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Louis promises, his pink, chapped lips moving slowly in the cold. It matches the beanie on his head—pink, because they found out this morning that they’re having a girl and that’s just.

Harry’s going to be a dad. To a little girl. Five months from now he’ll be holding her in his arms, and she’ll be so lovely and small.

They’re going to have a spring baby and she’s probably going to have Louis’ eyes. What a blessing that would be. Harry crosses his fingers on the hand inside his pocket, hoping that she does. He’ll love her either way—blue or green or even brown eyes, it doesn’t matter—but he’d really like them to be blue, he thinks.

[Harry is a pediatric specialist, Louis is a neurosurgeon. All they want is a baby.]

and the sun shines upon your face by rosegarden

“It's just – it feels weird. To tell her that her twenty year old closeted son got knocked up in the middle of a stadium worldwide tour.” Louis laughs and Harry's heart squeezes at that beautiful sound. “Well it does sound weird when you put it like that.” “I don't 'put it like that'. It's the truth.”

the one where Harry really, really likes making plans but plans don't really like him, Louis is an overprotective-future-dad-to-be and Niall, Liam and Zayn race to be the godfather.

everywhere (i wanna be with you) by itiswhatitisbutterfly

Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

kiss full of color, makes me wonder where you've always been by louislovesharry

after a rough day dealing with his three kids and louis being gone, a very pregnant harry is exhausted. louis helps make things better, always.

you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

“Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?” Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.”

(or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.)

i'll be your sunflower by scagnetism

“What do you think’s gonna stop us now?” Harry says cheekily, laughter in his voice as he looks up at Louis. “Something’s gotta get in our way like always, doesn’t it?”

“Ha,” Louis grins, kissing his cheek and holding open the door for him as they make their way toward the car. “Nothing’s gonna interrupt us this time. ‘S gonna be perfect, just like Pumpkin.”

Or, a few interruptions aren't going to stop Harry from having a perfect pregnancy and having the family he and Louis have always dreamed of.

The Original Mpreg!Harry by Chelsea Frew (chelseafrew)

series

i'll put my future in you by louislovesharry

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Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles

an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.

*just a note to say this is a wip but it is almost completed and updated regularly!

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Bnha Comfort Headcanons

❣️✨~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader (S/O)

❣️✨~Warnings: mentions of panic & anxiety attacks, nightmares, includes cursing, and includes mentions of other potentially sensitive and personal topics, so please if you’re sensitive to stuff like this then read at your own risk!

❣️✨~Characters Included: Baku, Kiri, Todo, Deku, Mirio, Tamaki, Nejire, Kami, Sero, & Shinsou

❣️✨~Hello! I just felt like writing some fluffy comfort hcs since we’re currently all dealing with rough times and a global pandemic to top it off, so have these! I hope they help at least a little because I know they helped me when writing them!

❣️✨~Also I honestly had no idea what emoji to use for Sero? I went through like four different ones before deciding on a juice box because he was drinking one in one of Kiri’s flashbacks. IM SO SORRY I- IT WAS TWO IN THE MORNING I APOLOGIZE I PROMSIE ILL CHANGE IT-

Katsuki Bakugou��

💥~ Believe it or not, but he understands what you’re going through, whether it be emotional or physical stress, or even anxiety and panic attacks, he knows the feeling of them all.

💥~ He can most likely relate to nearly everything that can cause those feelings, and he knows that familiar feeling of emptiness, heartache or sadness, and stress above all.

💥~ And truth be told, he’s a hothead and can definitely be a huge asshole sometimes, but with you it’s different.

💥~ He never wants to see you hurt, never wants to see you in discomfort, and certainly never wants to see you in a situation that’s unsafe for you.

💥~ So when he walks in on you crying or you come to him wanting to talk about an issue, he won’t admit it but he’s worried for you, and wonders how he can help in any way. Also he immediately threatens to blow someone through a roof.

💥~ He cherishes you and loves every part of you, it’s not like he’d just ask any random extra to be his s/o, and in all honestly he was the one who asked you to be with him in the first place.

💥~ He’ll hold you close and pet your head, and if you’re crying he’ll bring up his thumb to your face to dry your tears and cradle your face. “Oi, none of that dumbass.”

💥~ You two will stay like that for however long you need or want to, he honestly doesn’t mind, he just wants to make sure you’re okay.

💥~ He’ll tell you how strong, beautiful, and amazing you are, and that he loves every inch of you with everything he has.

💥~ Overall just suavely hypes you up and cradles you in his hold, and won’t even care if you end up falling asleep or passing out on him from emotional exhaustion. He’ll just carry you to bed and stay with you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and running his fingers through your hair, wrapping his strong and safe arms around you as you rest.

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ He feels so guilty and awful that he even allowed you to feel like this in the first place.

🥊~ Like what kind of man ever allows his s/o to be in a situation like that? How could he have ever slipped up and looked over your feelings?

🥊~ Is instantly at your side if you’re upset or crying, and will not hesitate to cuddle you until the end of time. “Gosh I’m so sorry s/o! What’s wrong? Please tell me!”

🥊~ He’s the empathic type, and in all honestly he’ll probably cry if he sees you crying.

🥊~ He’ll make you stop whatever you’re doing and focus on him and whatever he’s saying to try and comfort you, and will apologize for allowing you to even feel that way in the first place.

🥊~ He understands being stressed out or exhausted, and he can relate to the feeling of overwhelming anxiety or sadness.

🥊~ He’ll hold you close or snuggle up with you, securing you in a protective hold as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

🥊~ He’ll tell you just how much you make his heart flutter with everything you do and just how stunning you are to him.

🥊~ Will rub your thigh or run his hands through your hair or pet your head until you fall asleep in his arms.

🥊~ Ends up staying and sleeping with you, because it wouldn’t be manly to leave his s/o alone after they had just broke down in front him, plus he just always wants to make sure you’re okay.

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ He doesn’t completely understand? Like he hasn’t really dealt with having to comfort someone else before?

🔥~ But he gets the feeling of having panic or anxiety attacks or the feelings of being overwhelmed or sad, and longs to help you get rid of them like he’s trying to with his.

❄️~ Immediately asks if you’re physically hurt or in pain, and if you say you aren’t then it’s an instant sigh of relief for him.

🔥~ If you’re crying he will hold you to his chest and warm you up or cool you down, offering a reassuring sensation that relaxes your tense muscles.

❄️~ He will wipe away your tears and press short kisses to your forehead, and will ask you if you want or need to talk about it with him.

🔥~ He will talk you through it and tell you how he has dealt with it or ways that could most likely help you.

❄️~ He will offer to stay as long as you need to want him there, and he silently pleads to himself that you don’t kick him out or ask him to leave, he knows you won’t, but he can’t help but ponder.

🔥~ He seems calm and collected on the outside, and sometimes that is indeed the case, but other times, he’s always worried sick, and every once in a while that leads to his quirk acting up slightly.

❄️~ You don’t mind though, you understand and you try to explain your situation the best you can for him so he can do his best to help you.

🔥~ Overall the two of you end up falling asleep with you on top of him, curled up against a wall as he holds you close. “I love you s/o, never forget that.”

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ He’s honestly so distraught he doesn’t even know what to do.

🥦~ It takes him a bit to get over the preemptive panic fit before he finally realizes that you need him to calm you down and not vice versa. “I’m so sorry s/o! Please tell me what’s wrong! I want to help in any way I can.”

🥦~ He’ll apologize multiple times, even if it wasn’t his fault, he just feels so upset and guilty that he can’t help but feel somewhat responsible.

🥦~ He’s crying, definitely crying, even if you aren’t, he still will, always, every damn time.

🥦~ He can relate if you have nightmares or panic attacks, and understands how they could make you feel because he’s had his fair share too.

🥦~ He’ll hold you close and mutters things about how he’ll always protect you and will never let anything happen to you or hurt you ever again.

🥦~ He also forces you to take it easy for the next couple of days, because it’s important to take care of yourself too, and our boi had to learn that the hard way.

🥦~ He never wants to see you hurt or upset, so he’ll do anything to make you feel better.

🥦~ He’ll break the rules and stay with you in your dorm for the night or whenever you need or want him to, when it comes to your health and safety he’ll break every rule in the book.

🥦~ The day after he’ll give you little surprises like your favorite snacks or maybe even a hoodie of his that he knows you love.

Hitoshi Shinsou💜

💜~ Honestly doesn’t know what to do at first.

💜~ ‘Shit, they’re upset, oh fuck they’re crying, fUcK whAt do I dO”

💜~ He tries his best, he knows he’s not the most understanding or the most empathetic person, but he’ll still try his hardest for you.

💜~ He understands if you’re having anxiety attacks or are just reacting to being overwhelmed, and he also heavily relates to lack of motivation.

💜~ So if you’re suffering from any of them, he’ll have his own way of helping you through it.

💜~ He will hold you in his arms, rocking back and forth slightly. He’ll try and crack dumb jokes to make you laugh, or tell you stupid stories about himself and the antics that in sued.

💜~ He’ll pet your head and call you ‘kitten’ regardless of your gender. “There there kitten, everything’s gonna be okay.”

💜~ He dries your tears and always finds a way to cheer you up, and will sometimes even turn on a ‘sad hours’ playlist for the two of you to listen to while you hold eachother.

💜~ He offers to drown one of his hoodies in that cologne you like for you to borrow and wear, and you happily agree.

💜~ If you fall asleep on him he just carries you to bed, gets in with you, tucks himself in and cradles you in his arms, never letting go and eventually falling asleep himself.

Denki Kaminari⚡️

⚡️~ The same as shinsou honestly.

⚡️~ ‘Shit, what the fuck what the fUcK why they’re cRyInG whAT dO I dO?!’

⚡️~ He does his best, and he can understand having anxiety or going through a situation that’s overwhelming, but that’s about it. “I’m so sorry s/o, I had no idea, please just tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.”

⚡️~ He just wants to be there with you and make sure you’re okay in the end, and won’t hesitate to blow off his friends if it means that he can help you out.

⚡️~ If he somehow can’t be there for you he will barrage you by sending you memes or voice attachments of him saying stupid shit to make you laugh.

⚡️~ He will hold you close and play with your hair, and he will offer to get you food or drinks in hopes to make sure that one of the reasons you’re upset isn’t because you’re hungry.

⚡️~ He will gush about how much he loves you and how whipped he is for you, and will even go as far as to call himself a simp.

⚡️~ Will not hold back in exposing his friends and their stupid antics in the hopes to make you laugh at least a little.

⚡️~ He assures you that everything will be okay and he will press gentle kisses to your face or the top of your head.

⚡️~ The two of you somehow or someway end up dying laughing while playing video games or making tiktoks at two in the morning, that’s just the magic of Kami.

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ He’s honestly really upset for you at first...

🧃~ Like who hurt you? Who’s gotta pay the price? (Highkey Bakugou too but-)

🧃~ He walks in so worried for you, his heart racing and his stomach feels like it’s in his throat.

🧃~ Immediately hugs you and tells you it’s gonna be okay, asks you what happened and why you’re going through this. “I just- fuck s/o, I don’t know what to do, please tell me what’s wrong.”

🧃~ If you tell him what’s going on he tries his best to give you good advice, or also finds a way to say that he understands, which honestly, he probably doesn’t. (At least not fully)

🧃~ There’s like a 45% chance that he will cry, even if you aren’t. He’s just so heartbroken to see you the way you are and he can’t help but feel super emotional too.

🧃~ Offers to go out and get take out or some other food for you both, if you accept then he’s back in seconds to minutes, but if you decline that’s okay too.

🧃~ He pulls you to his chest and tries his best to crack a stupid joke or two in an attempt to make you laugh.

🧃~ He’s the type to praise you to no end, constantly hyping you up whether you need it or not.

🧃~ He loves you with his whole heart, and ends up staying with you for the rest of the day or night until the next morning.

Mirio Togata🌻

🌻~ Mirio is like the ultimate sweetheart, so when you’re upset or if you tell him you’re crying or dealing with a lot, he’s there for you in what feels like seconds.

🌻~ He walks in with a package of your favorite snack food and one of his hoodies that you gladly accept, and as soon as he sees you his heart drops to his stomach.

🌻~ He never wants to see you hurt or upset, and honestly he probably won’t completely understand, but he will do the best he can regardless.

🌻~ He’s instantly engulfing you in a strong and safe hug, his scarred arms wrapping around your neck and the small of your back, and you can’t help but be showered with warmth as soon as you touch him.

🌻~ He’ll softly sing or hum a tune in your ear as you snuggle up to him and softly cry or rest your head against his chest.

🌻~ He’s always showing off that beautiful smile of his to you, and will do whatever he can to make you smile back.

🌻~ He carries you to bed and then repositions to where both of you laying on your side facing eachother, as he wraps his frame around yours.

🌻~ He will pet your hair and assure you that’s everything will be okay, and how he will do anything to make it better.

🌻~ Definitely the type to make you laugh almost instantly, by either telling you stupid puns or sharing even more stories of his misadventures with his quirk.

🌻~ He will gush about how beautiful and amazing you are, and how he’s so lucky to have you in his life. He will say that you inspire him to be better and get stronger so he can keep you safe and sound, and all of those are true. “You’re just so amazing s/o, and I can’t help but fall more in love with you everyday.”

Tamaki Amajiki🐙

🐙~ He completely understands, and has most likely been in the same situation at least once before in his life.

🐙~ He deals with anxiety too, so he knows how it feels and he never ever wants you to go through it too.

🐙~ So if you text or call him he’s at your door in seconds, or if you just tell him in person you’re immediately wrapped in his comforting and safe hold.

🐙~ He tells you how strong you are, and how you never cease to amaze him, he gushes about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you as his s/o.

🐙~ If you cry he’ll likely tear up or cry with you, or he will just lower his voice and hold you even tighter.

🐙~ The two of you end up in a position on a couch or on a bed where you’re laying on top of him with your face buried in his neck, facing away from him as he holds you close to his chest, pressing sweet and short kisses to your cheek or head every once and a while.

🐙~ Talks about how he’ll always protect you and keep you safe while playing with your hair. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe sunshine, please never forget that.”

🐙~ He most likely will wrap you in a safe blanket burrito as he holds you, and he will tell you cute or funny stories about you and him or his adventures with the big three.

🐙~ Overall he says he understands, and assures you that he will always be there or encourages you to talk through it with him, however if you say no, he won’t push it, but instead will say that he’s always around if you ever decide that you do want to talk.

🐙~ The two of you end up falling asleep on top of eachother, with Tamaki’s hands on your head and waist, and your arms on his chest or neck.

Nejire Hado💎

💎~ She is such a sweetheart, and despite her seemingly constant bubbly nature, she can still relate if you’re going through anxiety or if you’re overwhelmed by something.

💎~ She’s by your side in an instant, and immediately engulfs you in a comforting hug.

💎~ If you are smaller than her she’ll just cuddle you as you sit in her lap or rest your head on her chest and entangle your legs with hers. If you’re taller than her then she’ll just curl up in your lap like a little kitten and wrap her arms around your neck.

💎~ She offers to go get your favorite snacks or drinks, and if you decline she’s okay with that, and if you agree, then she’s all for it and she’s back in flash.

💎~ She’ll hold you and run her fingers through your hair, and if you’re crying she’ll dry your tears, tell you how beautiful you are, and then flash you that shining smile of hers.

💎~ Asks you to close your eyes and focus on her voice as she tries to calm you down the best the can while she holds you and rocks you back in forth in her arms. “Don’t worry s/o, everything will be okay just wait and see!”

💎~ She will massage your back, neck, or your shoulders to keep the tension away.

💎~ She will try to make you laugh by telling ridiculous stories about her adventures with Tamaki and Mirio, which of course always seem to make you laugh.

💎~ She just gushes about how amazing and beautiful you are to her, and that she will always help and be there for you when you need it.

💎~ If you end up falling asleep she’ll just smile and move you to a more comfortable sleeping position, or she’ll carry you to bed and snuggle up to you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as she plays with your hair.

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iphoenixrising · 6 years ago

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For 700 Followers!

Hi babe. Ah, you know, I think we could really work something out because if there’s anything I like, it’s Tim trying to have the I am an island attitude with clingy, needy Bat Alphas right on his tail ;) Tbh, I wrote this once and it got lost, so I cried, but I’m going to give it another shot!

Also, just saying but there was also a short thing done about *ahem* toys in this au, and you’ll probably find a similar theme X

There is nothing worse than water in your fucking boots.

Seriously.

His impromptu dip in the harbor was completely worth the pain in the ass because Two-Face is going to live to see another day, and he even acted less crazy than normal when he was handcuffed by GCPD, quiet while he was taken away in the back of a squad car.

The best part? The villain told him he was glad he hadn’t filled him full of holes after all. Red Robin is going to take that as a win.

And since his sleuthing is done for the night, he can go back to his Perch in Gotham City and get out of these wet clothes and put his damn boots by a heating vent to dry out a little.

He feels good enough about the night to order a pizza and do his notes while a slice is hanging out of his mouth when dry clothes are a thing.

He has a fan turning lazily, trying to keep himself cooled down because the Heat symptoms just started to manifest while he was riding back from the take-down (all that wind rushing by while he’s in a wet suit and still he’s starting to get hot? Seriously, body, stop making shit harder on him).

The pre-Heat could take up to three hours before the main event starts, and he at least wants to get the notes done and go blackout before it happens.

He’s got a bunch of Gatorade and power bars from two weeks ago when Jay and Dick pretty much showed up just in time for him to go full blown. Luckily, Dick had picked up more on the way to his Perch since the God-forsaken sixth sense had struck again. Somehow, maybe some Pack Alpha instinct, Dick had known he was going to need them, and true to form, the last Heat had been particularly vicious, his body in physical pain when he was empty.

(And no, he doesn’t need a reminder how nice Dick and Jay were about it when he was literally fucking crying. Geeze, things he doesn’t need people to see for 100 Alex.)

Which means he should have been good for a month and a half, but Leslie had warned him going this long on suppressants would have some effects on him biologically. She’d mentioned he could have two Heats back-to-back as a sign his body is starting to regulate like any normal Omega. So, really, this pain-in-the-ass is his own fault anyway.

Notes done, he logs out of BI’s mainframe and shoots the Titan’s a quick message, In Gotham. Perfectly safe. Going to sleep for 24-36 hours. Don’t freak out about the blackout mode, and shuts down his main system in preparation.

Barefoot, he pads around to shut off the lights and fans, grabs a Gatorade, starts pulling his nerd shirt off on the way to the bedroom. Security in lockdown and he’s starting to feel the burn just a little bit more.

Not long now. Damn, hopefully this will be fast and furious.

A locked box in the back of the closet is deposited by the bed, his thumb print accepted. He shifts through the unopened packages until he gets the red one and the blue one out, laying them on the bed to open before the round of fuck my contingencies ramps up.

(His face is hot, and not because of the pre-Heat. The two knotting dildos were purchased when he started thinking one night about what he was going to do when his body started regulating out, so Dick and Jay wouldn’t need to play Alphas to his Omega anymore. Ironically, the two toys reminded him of their knots anyway, and he’d been guilty as fuck buying them.)

He’s already started sweating lightly and jumps in the shower to wash off Gotham Harbor.

His phone goes off while he’s drying himself off, shifting his weight because his abdomen is already starting to get tight and uncomfortable in anticipation.

The message on his phone makes him groan/sigh because the Red Hood is wondering:

Jaybird: How was the swim?

There’s more laughing emojis than he realistically needs.

In just boxers, Tim plops down on his bed, taps his phone to decide whether or not to respond. Since they already knew he’d taken down Two-Face, he really doesn’t have options.

Me: nice this time of year. Btw, Harvey didn’t drown. That’s a win for the good guys.

Before he’s done, the ellipsis meaning someone is typing shows up, so he’s got himself in a world of trouble by answering. Natch.

(On the other hand, his Omega whispers, if you hadn’t messaged back, they might come looking for you. It preens at the thought of his Pack Alphas concerned for him, coming for him– Dammit. Not. The. Time.)

Jaybird: Oughta come 2 the Manor. Al made pizza. Can celebrate?

Well, shit.

Me: Thanks 4 the invite. Running time-sensitive diagnostic for the Titans and crashing. See you at the next VA meeting tho.

Okay. So, normal. Jay will understand the need for fighting crime.

Jaybird: No problem. We’ll bring you some.

Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck.

Me: Nah. Not tonight. Gonna set this up and crash. The alarm will wake me when the analysis is done. Enjoy the pizza!

Jaybird: If you’re sure?

Me: Positive. Sleep is calling. GN.

And turns off his phone with a sigh of unmitigated relief.

Crisis averted.

Right?

Forty-five minutes later, he’s idly eating popcorn and watching Infinity War when a wave of blistering heat washes over him, and the gentle reprieve is finally done.

His cock is hard and aching within a moment, his hands fisting in the blanket under him, hips jerking. The soft, subtle scent of slick tickles the edges of his senses, his ass starting to get moist under his boxers.

But Tim has old memories of doing this alone back when he was still in the tunic, and he forces himself to breath past the initial stages, fists his hands even tighter to keep from touching himself yet. He remembers how much better the orgasm was when he held off for as long as he could, remembers the time between waves lasted longer.

He bites down on his lower lip to keep in the noises (but really, what is the point?) and tries to just keep thinking.

He shoves the unopened boxes over and sprawls out on his back, trying not to let anything other than his boxers touch his aching erection. His thighs tighten, legs spreading automatically, feet bracing to work his hips a little.

It’s fine. You’ve done this before isn’t really that much of a consolation.

With the fire in his body starting to get more and please and Oh God, his mouth falls open to pant, toss his head back and forth with the arousal building, making his belly get tense.

An abrupt cramp knocks the wind out of him ending on a small, helpless noise that inadvertently escapes.

Rolling on his side, curling in on himself, Tim forces himself to just fucking breathe through it, it won’t last forever.

–when the comm on his desk blips, and the tinny voice is just loud enough to get his attention over things like terribly thought-out biology.

(Everything in you is screaming for an Alpha to help, touch, soothe. It’s not really your fault.)

“If you’re asleep, don’t get up. We’re just going to drop off pizza and we’ll be out of your Perch-”

Which is nothing short of fucking horrific.

“Almost goddit, Dickie,” is lost when another sharp cramp makes him huddle further into the pain rippling over his upper body while his brain screams to just fucking move.

The scent of slick gets stronger, clogging up the room, and the door isn’t even locked–

The next cramp makes his muscles flutter, but he can wobbly-leg it to the door and collapse in front of it.

(I was stabbed in the fucking spleen and still saved Pru. Without Ra’s, I would have been dead soon after, but if I can do that, I can get through this.)

He flips a small panel on the door frame and presses his thumb into it, forehead braced on the wall while he grits his teeth and gets a second or two of his muscles easing back.

Tim focuses on breathing, listening, and sure enough, there’s a timid knock a few minutes later. The door knob wiggles once softly, nearly inaudible voices mumble back and forth while he holds his breath.

He thinks he might be in the clear when it goes quiet again, thinking maybe they’d gone to dump the pizza in his fridge and be on their way out.

But a very clear, “do you smell what I smell?” is the proverbial nail in his coffin.

“Timmy? Are you…awake?”

“Please go away, I’m…I’m trying to sleep.” Tim tries again, more desperate now that hearing his Alphas’ voices is hitting all the deep places in him where the Omega hides.

“Don’t smell like it, Sweets. Think maybe ya mighta forgot ta mention something ta yer Alphas?”

(You aren’t mine. This is just about fucking Pack dynamics and bullshit biology. It’s fine, he gets it.)

“Hey,” and Dick’s voice is low and loud enough to be heard, and Tim slaps a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t whimper. “It’s okay. It’s us, Tim. We can make it better if you just open the door. You know we can, don’t you.”

It really isn’t a question, and Dick doesn’t pretend to make it one.

His abdomen spasms and he’s rolling his forehead against the wall in denial because fuck, haven’t they done enough? He’s not going to die, and, seriously, he’s a shitty Omega anyway.

“It’s not Heat Mania,” he tries to be reasonable, proud of himself when his voice only cracks once or twice, “I can get through it by myself this time. Y-You two just gave up five days a few weeks ago.”

The hand goes back over his mouth and his boxers are getting wet now, the way he’s curled in on himself probably not helping the situation.

Voices talking too low for him to make out again.

“Seriously, it’s fine. You guys got me out of danger. This? This is just business as usual. B is out of Gotham and you can’t be here for that long–”

“–B called in the Birds of Prey ta help out while he’s out wid’ the League,” Jay breaks through his ramblings. “We got Rob n’ BG. Cass is in fer a visit, and a trio of ass kickers. Ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout Gotham, Timmers. Shit’s all kinds a handled.”

The door knob wiggles again, making him gasp because shit, if anyone could crack his fingerprint locks, it’s probably the Red Hood.

“So. That’s not an excuse to go through your Heat alone,” Dick cuts in, sounds more ragged and raw, the Pack Alpha coming out in him. “There’s honestly no reason for you to go through it by yourself at all because your Pack is supposed to take care of you. And we are here to do just that, Tim.”

And fuck he does (and doesn’t) want to.

(It really is going to hurt like a motherfucker when it’s all over with, isn’t it?)

And while Tim Drake could give them a hundred different excuses, could explain it away a hundred different ways

(“I don’t want my Omega to get used to having Alphas. That just makes my Heats more difficult. Please understand.”)

–he, Tim, not the Omega, really doesn’t want to.

(Oh yeah. He’s figuratively fucked. Literally fucked to possibly follow.)

He’s already reaching up to thumb at the panel again before he realizes what he’s doing and pauses, sighs at his own weakness.

And like they can feel him hesitate, the heavy musk finally gets to him from under the door. The combination of Dick and Jay and the Alpha instinct to soothe.

“Please, Timmy, Baby. Please let us in.” Dick says to the door, hands braced on the door frame outside, staring a hole right through the damn thing because he really wants to say is please let us love you.

Jay is nudged tightly against his back, peering over his shoulder with those precious few inches of extra height.

“S’all right, Timmers,” Jay’s deep voice rolls past his ear when his second leans over to talk closer, simultaneously sliding a hand over Dick’s hip, finger making soothing circles around the bone. “Ya know we love it when yer all pretty n’ pink fer us, yeah? Heat makin’ ya bite yer lip n’ flutter yer eyes when we get ta touch. N’ ya know how much we like it, don’t cha? Ya know it don’t matter how long it needs ta be, ‘er how much needin’ ya got saved up inside. Ya know the only thing what matters is how perfect ya are under our hands n’ mouth, yeah?”

Dick smirks at the tactic, turning just enough to get close to Jay’s face and shove their mouths together in a quick kiss.

His mate and second just grins right back, his down ‘n dirty one.

“Wadda ya say, Sweets? Gonna have mercy on these two ole’ Alphas? Let us be good, n’ take care a’ ya like we oughta?”

There’s a low noise, something muffled by the door, but Dick’s muscles tighten against the front of Jay’s body, putting the other Alpha right on point.

“Sounds like–” pain.

Jay just nods, staring intently at the door, fingers tapping over the hilt of this .45 like he’s thinking of taking the easy way inside. “Starting up awful fast, ain’t he, Alpha?”

“Leslie said something about double Heats while his body is getting back under control,” Dick reminds him absently. “I’m hoping this is the only one he’s experienced so far.”

Jay hums a little, “you n’ me both. Don’t like ‘im hittin’ two ina month. Too much strain.”

“Agreed, but we–” and Dick gets cut off by the sudden, powerful scent hitting them right in the instincts. The Alpha in them knows what a spike that sudden means.

Dick turns to make one last plea to the door, please, Baby, you don’t have to do this alone, before they would have to go. If Tim was that adamant, they wouldn’t hack the door to get to him, to force him to accept them during his Heat, but if he caught their scents, it could make the cycle more painful (“The inner Omega will pine for an Alpha. Scents will not help, but make the [sic] situation worse. An Alpha should vacate the premises if an Omega in Heat does not belong to him or her”). To keep it from being so much worse, they’d have no choice but the leave.

The possibility sticks in Dick’s throat, makes Jay rumble out a low whine.

But the telltale click resounds, kills the words in Dick’s mouth before they get out.

It’s a breath when he and Jay step over the threshold, kneel by the (their) pained Omega, warm hands and soothing touches, purring a low reverberation that makes Tim’s spine uncurl when Dick gathers him up and lifts. Jay is back with more Gatorade and power bars, throwing off his jacket and holsters while Dick kicks off his shoes and straddles Tim on the bed, leans closer to start kneading out the muscle spasms and nuzzling against Tim’s throat gently, soothingly.

“Ssshh, sshh, it okay Timmy. We’re here.” And Dick tilts his head just a little so his throat is visible and his scent gland right there if Tim wanted to give him and bury his face there.

(He totally does. Stupid fucking instincts.)

And Dick’s hands are warm, the pressure just enough to work out those muscles, to make the pain ease down. At one point, Tim had wrapped a hand around Dick’s forearm to have something grounding.

“You don’t have to do this,” is low and soft, “it isn’t going to be bad this time. Just a normal Heat. I can handle it. I have handled it.”

Jay takes a knee beside the bed, reaches over to direct Tim’s gaze with a forefinger under his chin. “Timmers,” is more stern than he’s used to hearing from the Red Hood, “like me n’ Dickie dunno how much ya can handle? Like we dunno how much ass ya can kick? C’mon, give us a little credit, yeah?”

Tim’s eyes get more dazed with all the stimulus hitting him right in the Omega instincts, blinking hazily at Jay kneeling there. “Seriously, I’m a shitty Omega, and neither of you need this. It’s bad enough you gave up a week already this month.”

“I told you,” Dick counters serenely, hands pausing, “that you are not a bad Omega. I would have thought during your last Heat you would have gotten that.”

They can both see Tim swallow, his eyes dart away, clearly disbelieving but not calling them on their bullshit.

Dick’s inner Alpha curls around his insides, wanting nothing more than to flop on the pretty Omega and pin him down until he cries uncle and finally believes in them, wants nothing more than to stick his nose in the sweet scent gland and never move, wants to hear Tim say it, just once–

“I’m yours, aren’t I Alpha?”

–but there’s no room for that yet. Not here, not now. Someday soon when Tim stopped giving into his instincts to hide and protect himself. Even if the Omega in him had accepted their Alphas, it still drew back, remembered the pain they both caused at one time or another.

And Dick understood. As Pack Alpha, he can scent more keenly, as a detective, he can put all the evidence together with the spikes of adrenaline, the quickening of a pulse, the flinch when certain things are brought up in casual conversation.

(Someday, he thinks fiercely, nuzzling into Tim’s jugular, while the knots under his hands ease down, you are going to forgive us, and everything is going to finally be okay.)

He huffs a little when Jay kneels by the bed, hands folded to rest his chin and watch. Timmy’s head flops over, the lines around his eyes still prominent with pain and the ingrained struggle not to just give in, and Jay trails his fingers lightly over the hand fisted in the sheets.

“Hey, hey. S’all right now, ain’t it, Baby?” He keeps it low and deep, lets it end on a nice purr. Inching the hand over, closer to his mouth, “an’ ta think, y’ weren’t gonna let me n’ Dickie here fer this? Tryin’ ta punish us, are ya?”

“Wh-What?! What are you even–”

Dick’s hand on his shoulder stops Baby Bird from sitting up, his cheeks gettin’ pink ‘cause he get all embarrassed ‘bout it.

(And fuck ain’t it cute.)

Big Wing smirks a little and leans up, gives Jay some room. He takes all he can, rising up on his knees, turning his jaw a little so his musk is stronger, getting fuller. He gets to wrap a palm around that wrist, pinning it lightly when he hovers over Tim’s wide eyes, makes him face this, face him, face them.

“Ya already know it, don’t cha, Timmy?” Low and growly against his mouth, flick of a tongue over his bottom lip, “how much ya make us want, yeah?”

And since Jason Todd is a man what knows how Tim reacts to being touched, how he gets so sweetly slick and ready, how needy and soft he can whine, knows that as much as Timmy says he don’t need this, need them, his body don’t agree with it.

It’s how he n’ Dickie can tell when Timmy is lyin’ ‘cause it’s the Omega what tells them the truth.

It’s why Jay can purr and nuzzle, can lean in and take his mouth like he owns it. When Tim makes a noise, arches his back, Jay knows Dick is mouthing at him, right below where his palms are rubbing, licking the line between boxers and skin.

Pullin’ back just makes Timmy chase his mouth, eyes half-mast and cheeks just the right shade of pink.

“See that, Sweetheart? How pretty y’ are? An’ ya weren’t gonna let us be here fer it? ‘M hurt over here.” And he purrs against the tendon in Tim’s neck, just the sharp edge of teeth teasing down to his collarbone.

“Th-that’s not–!”

“But it is, Timmy,” Dick fills in soothingly, mouthing at the waistband of his boxers. “You weren’t going to let us have this.”

“Dammit that isn’t–”

“Sshh,” and Jay presses a kiss back to his throat, right below the scent gland, “s’all right. We f’give ya, Sweets. ‘Cause we’re here now, and that’s what matters, you feel me?”

Tim finds it in him to brace a hand against Jay’s shoulder, pushing him back just enough to be able to think around the heat pooling in his stomach, lighting his body with need.

“It isn’t like that!” He tries, he really does, stares into those eyes with green flecks faded away. “It–this–it’s just!”

Dick finally seems to have enough, knee walking up so he and Jay could loom over the squirming Omega, both of them facing him down.

“At first, it was because of the Heat Mania, Timmy,” Dick’s voice is low and firm, “but it stopped being about that for me in the first five minutes.”

Jay purrs at him softly, “like I’d keep comin’ back ta ya if’n it was only ‘cause a’ biology, Timmers. Like you think I don’t see this fine as fuck ‘Mega right ‘chere needin’ an Alpha? Like I don’t want a piece a’ ya?”

That is...so not what he anticipated tonight once he’d given the Alphas an appropriate out. The admission makes his heart thump painfully in his chest, a jolt of fear slithering through his brain pan at all the implications of this–

–that would fully set in later on after his body stops trying to literally kill him with sex.

Because it’s enough of a push, this moment when scents are so fucking sincere and they’re looking at him with heat and affection, and he wants so desperately to believe. It’s enough to make the Omega in him rear up past his barriers and bullshit masks, for the whine, the call to his Pack, to his Alphas, to spill out of his mouth without holding back.

Fuck.

Because even though it’s a rough, soft sound, something he’d never been able to let himself do before now, not with all the secrets he’d had to keep, it makes some of the tightness in his chest ease down to finally be able to let it out, let his instincts take over.

In the form of a whine, a call to his Alphas. His Omega could finally stop mourning being left out of the Pack.

So he’s completely unprepared for Dick and Jay to react so distinctly to that noise, for them to bury their faces in his throat and lick along both sides until the kiss of teeth along his collar bone becomes a bloom of pain and sinks deep into his subconscious. It’s not (and he gasps in a hard breath just thinking about it, about either of them biting down on the back of his neck instead…) to mate him or make him submit, it’s just marks made to show ownership, to show Pack, and his eyes might get a little hot and full with it while the Omega in him rolls over to show its’ belly to the (his) Alphas.

And it’s something he’s been wanting for so long, the confirmation that he’s no longer the outcast, the Omega without a place. During the long road to come back to Gotham, back to the Bats, he hasn’t let himself sink into the depression that hit back when his tunic was yanked out from under him, leaving him hanging.

With the indents of teeth along his collarbone, with the distinct Alpha scent on his neck, the assurance he’s been claimed as their Pack Omega for anyone to see, is enough to make him close his eyes tight to keep from fucking crying. Instead, he distracts himself by lifting both arms around his Alphas to hold on while they lick across the indents of their teeth, soothing the sting.

He doesn’t let himself panic when they move on from marking him, when Jay is licking into his mouth and Dick’s hands are spreading his thigh, long-fingered hand cupping his straining erection.

He keens with it, back arching at the onslaught, his inner Omega sated with the marks on his body, languishing in the attention of his Alphas.

It’s so easy to fall under their spell, to put himself in their hands, and just give in. If they weren’t so damn careful and easy with him when he needs it that way, if they didn’t fuck him dirty and rough when it needed it that way instead, if they didn’t purr against his chest and lick at the marks, if they didn’t talk low against the back of his neck, if they didn’t hold the hell on when all he wanted to do is run.

Hands that know how to make him writhe, are busy smoothing up the sides of his thighs and over his abdomen, Jay and Dick trading places with his mouth. Thumbs make small circles on his nipples, makes them peak, makes the spark of pleasure shoot down his spine straight to his aching cock, while he keens in Dick's mouth.

“Uh-oh,” hazily gets through the heat pooling in his belly, in his blood, lighting his nerves on fire. “Looks like we have some competition, Jaybird.”

Fuck.

And Dick is leaning up on his knees, holding up the blue knotting dildo after he’d snatched it from the blankets, looking it over with a critically assessing expression–

Then those eyes slide over to the Omega spread out on the bed beneath them, the one smelling like a bakery, the one that needed him, needed them to take care of him.

“I told you, I can handle my Heats.” His face is going red and not because of the whole lot of naked happening beside the bed where Jay is stripping off the body suit.

“Mmhm,” and Dick widens his knees, spreading Baby Bird’s legs wider, puts the toy by his calf so he can be the one to use it on Timmy (and he is very interested on seeing how much of it his Omega can take before he’s screaming for the real deal).

The other Alpha’s eyes shoot to the subtly covered splash of red almost by the wall, and one brow quirks up as a side to the smirk on Jason Todd’s face.

“Dickie. Ya’ thinking what I’m thinking?”

“If it’s to fuck him with these things until he cries, then yes. I’m on board with that plan, Little Wing.”

“Good t’ see we’re on’a same page, you feel me here?”

The oldest vigilantes exchange a heated glance, the message clear from that look alone:

Time to teach Timmy a lesson and get to have him at the Same. Damn. Time.

Two Robins with one stone.

Jay is already crawling over Tim to lay on the other side while Dick moves fast, climbing off to shimmy out of his clothes until he’s in black briefs, coming right back to the perfect spot between the third Robin’s clenched thighs. He grins, already deciding on a plan, while Jay pins both wrists above their bird’s head, preparing him for the on-coming torture.

And when this cycle is done, when they’ve both had turns teasing him between waves with the toys he’d purchased, fucking him fast and rough or slow and soft until their knots throbbed to be buried in him, when they’ve made Tim give in to them, over and over, made him beg for their cocks, promised to always call next time no matter what. When he’s so overwork, overstimulated, a trembling, babbling, crying pile of please fuck me before I die.

When they make the lesson stick.

(“Never gonna need ‘em again. Ya gotch us, n’ ya better damn well call b’for ya use it again. Do you feel me, Baby?”

“These are last resort only, Tim. You only get to use these after you’ve called both of us and not because of a case or checking in on Gotham.”

He’d only been stupidly grateful all three of them could fit in his tub at the time, water lapping lazily around him, caught on Jay’s lap with his leg in Dick’s, hands on his ankle and calf under the water. He was dozing and utterly fucking destroyed, which is the only reason he agreed to it in the first place, dammit. They took advantage of fucking him completely out.

(Alphas. Of fucking course.)

But this time, after they’d been so fucking thorough in showing him where his place with them really is, Red Robin can’t help but wonder if it’s more than just a bunch of Alphas taking care of the Pack Omega. If all the sweet things Dick growls in his ear is more than just hormones and Pack Alpha lizard brain. He wonders if Jay’s dirty talk doesn’t stem from some messed up sense of guilt or responsibility from back when they were just, you know, trying to kill one another. Or, Jay was trying to kill him and Red was really just trying not to die.

He wonders if it isn’t just a matter time until his body regulates.

He wonders if they know what they’re doing to him when they act like he’s theirs.

He wonders how far they’re going to go.

(A part of him is terrified to find out.)

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jamesnbarnes · 7 years ago

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i did something bad

Pairing(s): Steve x Bucky

Summary: College AU.

“Steve Rogers has not thought about Bucky Barnes for years. That’s a fact. He could be dead for all Steve cares. And Steve definitely does not care.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Lots of cursing and mutual pining

Notes: This was requested by a lovely anon. I hope you enjoy, friend! I had a lot of fun writing it. Why do my shorter fics always end up being fics I could turn into longer narratives? Of course, if you’re interested in seeing this become a longer fic, shoot me a quick message. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Comments are always welcome.

Requests: currently open!

Steve Rogers has not thought about Bucky Barnes for years.

It was the summer before they left for college. It was the classic Friday night lights tale. Steve and Bucky were legendary. Steve was the top wrestler who was graduating at the top of his class. Bucky was the quieter type, the best damn artist in his graduating class and a total biology geek. They nerded out together over everything from comics to Star Wars to random TV shows that no one ever watched except for them. They were the golden children of their high school. They were the kids that were going places. No one knew Steve without knowing Bucky. No one talked to Bucky without asking how Steve was.

It was how things were. It was the way they used to be.

They kiss one night in Tony Stark’s backyard.

It ruins them.

“Did we just-”

“You know what, I don’t-”

“I’m drunk, yeah?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“You know what- I’ll call you tomorrow Buck, yea? I just need to, uh-”

“Y-yeah.”

“Okay. Cool. Umm. Congrats on graduating.”

“See you around.”

The call never came. That was the end of Steve and Bucky. People asked a lot of questions. Steve deflected them all. He got a text later on that night from Tony, saying “did you know Barnes was bi?” Steve’s heart is pounding almost worse than his head, and he shoves that factoid deep down where he barely thinks about it.

Steve Rogers has not thought about Bucky Barnes for years. That’s a fact.

He could be dead for all Steve cares.

And Steve definitely does not care.

Bucky comes back into Steve’s life on a random Wednesday. It is the worst day of Steve’s life.

Steve hates biology. He hates it more now that Bucky is out of his life, but he has never enjoyed the subject anyway. He’s in this stupid Biology 101 lab course that has nothing to do with his major. If he had done better on his previous exams, he could have tested out of it, but he’s stuck now. He’s barely making a decent grade, and he doesn’t have the motivation to work any harder than he already is.

Everyone is checking the project rosters on the board outside the lecture hall. When Steve finally clears the crowd to look for his name, his heart drops when he sees the name next to his. Panic wells up in his chest. It’s not fucking possible for James Barnes to be here, at this university, in the same fucking entry level biology lecture class section as Steven Rogers.

The world is out to get him, Steve decides. He can’t focus the entire lecture. He doesn’t take a single note. He doesn’t even pick up his pen.

“You should check the boards outside for your partner project pairings. Everything is due a week from Friday. You can find the specific project outlines and what I expect from your teams on my website. If you have any questions, I have about 10 minutes before my next lecture. If not, I’ll see you next class.”

Steve is one of the last people in line. Dr. Fitz starts packing up his things while answering the question asked by the student in front of Steve. Finally, the man walks away, looking far more confused than he was before he asked. Steve steps up to his desk, readjusting his backpack where it’s slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, Dr. Fitz. I just had a question about the project pairings you posted outside your door?”

The professor sighs, continuing to pack up his belongings in order to change rooms for his next lecture. “I did them by last name for pretty much everyone, Steve.”

“Dr. Fitz, we’re nowhere near each other when alphabetized by last name. Please” Steve adds, desperation in his tone. Dr. Fitz just shakes his head.

“Sorry son. It’s just for the next few weeks. If you work fast enough, you won’t have to deal with him that much. You and Barnes both added this class late so you’re not organized on my roster like everyone else. You can do it. I’ll look forward to your presentation.”

He walks away, leaving Steve with his jaw slightly unhinged.

Fuck.

Steve gets a text from an unknown number as he’s walking across campus to his next lecture.

Hey, it’s B. Got your # from the redhead who sits behind you. Library at 15:30 to work on project?

Steve sends him a thumbs up emoji and hopes it’s enough to get his point across.

Sitting across the table from Bucky Barnes is something Steve never expected to be uncomfortable. Yet here he sits. His body is rigid and he can’t seem to relax his brain. They sit in silence for a long time. Steve can’t help but think that Bucky looks good; healthier than he did when they parted ways.

Bucky coughs quietly. It’s probably just because he swallowed wrong, but Steve takes it as an invitation to a conversation between the two of them.

“How the fuck did you end up here, anyway?” Steve blurts. Bucky doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, slouching back in his chair.

“I transferred after last semester. State ended up being a shit hole,” Bucky says, not making eye contact. “The people had no passion. They just partied and drank and stuck their dicks in each other. I didn’t care for it.”

“Really?” Steve says, feigning shock. “That didn’t appeal to you at all?”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Bucky states simply. “Now did you research the shit I told you to? It’s gonna be pretty hard to fuck this project up if you just follow my lead. I know biology was never your strong suit.”

Bucky really has gotten so kind as he’s gotten older. “Yeah. I already sent you the Google Drive file. It’s even organized alphabetically so it’s easier for you to understand.”

“Well aren’t you kind,” Bucky deadpans. Steve snickers.

Time passes as they both work in silence. Bucky’s nervous fidget has always been bouncing his leg. He starts to do it without even noticing. Steve is trying so hard to ignore it, but it gets to be unbearable. His screen won’t stay in place and he can’t keep his hand study while he’s trying to make sense of these jumbled up equations Bucky is having him memorize.

"That's starting to get annoying," Steve says finally.

Bucky coughs. He turns another page in his book. “I don’t remember caring.”

Something inside Steve snaps. “Fuck’s sake, Barnes, cut me some slack, okay? This isn’t even in my damn major. I’m just trying to get through this project with a semi-decent grade so I can get the fuck away from you and continue living my life like you don’t exist.”

That fucks Bucky up more than he would like to admit. “Wow Rogers, I really messed you up, huh?”

Steve doesn’t look at him. He’s shaking his leg nervously too, just like Bucky, pen tapping against the yellow pad of paper filled with scrawny notes and equations that don’t make any sense.

“You didn’t do shit to me.”

“So we didn’t kiss that night at Tony’s party,” Bucky asks inquisitively, feigning genuine interest.

Steve’s jaw drops slightly. “Shut up. That was years ago.”

“I said I didn’t remember. I lied.” Bucky knows the confession is damning in a way he could never imagine.

Steve can’t deal with this now. He can’t. It was bad knowing Bucky was on the same campus as him. It made his skin buzz in weird places; he’d get a shiver up his spine while in the line for a sandwich only to look up from his phone and discover Bucky had just walked into the dining hall. It’s worse thinking about the time they shared together in high school. All of the inside jokes, the late night gaming sessions, the cramming sessions in the library the morning before midterms, the way the teachers always put them in the same group together because that’s just the way things were.

But it is absolutely unbearable to think of how good it felt to kiss his best friend, the hot, humid summer air enveloping their bodies, pushing them close, how desperately Steve wanted to whisper ‘more’ against Bucky’s lips, the way Bucky’s hands were gripping his hair, always trying to pull him closer, like he couldn’t get enough of how perfect-

“Bucky. Stop. That was a long time ago. I don’t have time for this now.”

Bucky’s eyes flash dark. “Of course you don’t. I should have figured. You were always the tough guy, yeah?”

Steve doesn’t know how to respond.

“Always wanted to be a fucking hero,” Bucky spits. “Fuck if I care. I came out as bisexual that summer. Did you?”

Steve looks down at his laptop. That cut deep. Bucky knows it.

“Fuck this. I’m over it. I’ll finish the presentation and paper and print everything out for class Friday. I’ll send you your slides so you can make your note cards. Otherwise, you can fuck off.”

It’s not exactly fair to leave Steve like this. They both said things over the course of the conversation that weren’t fair. It’s safe to say that they probably shouldn’t leave things here, naked and bare and out in the open with no resolution in sight, but Bucky is either going to kill Steve or kiss the shit out of him, and the choice is too alarming. He has to leave.

Bucky gets up from his seat, shoving the loose papers and notes strewn across the desk back into his backpack. He closes his laptop and slides it into his case before slinging his bag over his shoulder and skulking away.

Steve hadn’t noticed it before, but Bucky had torn off the Star Wars rebellion emblem sticker. Steve had bought them both one their sophomore year when they were at the height of their Star Wars fandom.

Steve still has the matching one in the upper right-hand corner of his. It’s worn and tattered, hanging on by a mere thread in some places, but still there. Steve imagines that even when the adhesive has long worn off, an imprint of the symbol will forever remain.

What a shitty metaphor for his life right now.

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littlefoxesonthehillside · 4 years ago

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Another survey I found. Because I’m bored af.

1) Sexuality?

Gay.

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Lily Tomlin.

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“should have continued to talk of it, and allowed their guest to re-”

4) What do you think about most?

Movies, wrestling, men.

5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Thumbs up emoji.

6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Usually with.

7) What’s your strangest talent?

I used to be able to shimmy up doorways.

8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

Girls should have the same rights as everyone and be treated equally.

Boys are stupid.

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Don’t think so.

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?

About a week or so ago.

11) Do you have any strange phobias?

I’m afraid of birds.

12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

An almond.

13) What’s your religion?

I’m not religious.

14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Yard work.

15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

It varies, honestly. I’ve been in an early-to-mid-2000s mood lately, so I’ve been listening to The Killers recently.

17) What was the last lie you told?

That I’m doing okay.

18) Do you believe in karma?

Not really.

19) What does your URL mean?

Just the name of my blog, which is a riff on Lillian Hellman’s Little Foxes and the song from Weeds that goes “little boxes on the hillside.”

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Weakness: Caring too much about what others will think. Strength: Empathy.

21) Who is your celebrity crush?

Stanley Tucci.

22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Yes.

23) How do you vent your anger?

I use a bunch of curse words.

24) Do you have a collection of anything?

I have a collection of movie ticket stubs that I only update sporadically.

25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Phone.

26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I guess.

27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Hate: Airplanes flying over my house. Love: Page-turning.

28) What’s your biggest “what if”?

Right now my “what if’s” are all about the pandemic. Otherwise, I prefer to live in the now.

29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

No to both, honestly. I believe there’s possibly life on other planets, but who’s to say whether they’re anything like us.

30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

My laptop screen for both.

31) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Nothing.

32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Texas.

33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?

Maybe East Coast? Don’t have a strong opinion.

34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Probably Beyonce?

35) To you, what is the meaning of life?

Love.

36) Define Art.

Any form of creative expression (photography, writing, dance, painting, music, etc.) that inspires a distinct, stirring reaction from a spectator, whether in a positive or negative way.

37) Do you believe in luck?

Sometimes.

38) What’s the weather like right now?

Cloudy. Not too hot.

39) What time is it?

5:06 PM

40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do. Never crashed, thankfully.

41) What was the last book you read?

The Shining by Stephen King

42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Ugh, no.

43) Do you have any nicknames?

No.

44) What was the last movie you saw?

Michael Clayton.

45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Stepped on my foot sideways and possibly broke my right pinky toe. It was swollen and hurt to walk on.

46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?

No.

47) Do you have any obsessions right now?

Fantasy booking WWE.

48) What’s your sexual orientation?

Gay.

49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

I don’t think so.

50) Do you believe in magic?

No.

51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

I do my best not to. I sometimes find it harder to trust those people, but I try to love them to the best of my ability.

52) What is your astrological sign?

Virgo

53) Do you save money or spend it?

Save what I can.

54) What’s the last thing you purchased?

Gas.

55) Love or lust?

Why not both.

56) In a relationship?

No.

57) How many relationships have you had?

One.

58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

I can’t.

59) Where were you yesterday?

At my home. The same place I was today and tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day and

60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

The case for my DVD copy of Mean Girls is pink.

61) Are you wearing socks right now?

No.

62) What’s your favorite animal?

Dogs.

63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Treat others the way you want to be treated.

64) Where is your best friend?

Not sure.

65) Spit or swallow?(;

Spit.

66) What is your heritage?

German. I also have a great-great-great grandmother who was Native American.

67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Watching a movie.

68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Trump.

69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

Yeah.

70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

There’s only one me. I have a lot of strong qualities that would make for a great friendship, but the key to being a good friend is accepting people for who they are.

71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog. Explain what happened.

72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) Probably.

b) Spend it with people I care about.

c) Probably.

73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Love.

74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

"By the Way” by Red Hot Chili Peppers

75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

****

76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust, communication, love.

77) How can I win your heart?

I have famously low standards, so you could so much as breathe a certain way and I’d be in love. lol

78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Almost certainly.

79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Any good decisions I’ve made would be an oasis in a desert of bad ones. That being said, adopting my now-deceased dog would probably be up there.

80) What size shoes do you wear?

81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

If my mother could see me now.

82) What is your favorite word?

Wiggle.

83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

My cousin’s heart condition.

84) What is a saying you say a lot?

Drive safe.

85) What’s the last song you listened to?

I was listening to Coldplay’s Viva La Vida album in its entirety.

86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

Blue

87) What is your current desktop picture?

88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

I don’t believe in blowing people up.

89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Depends on who’s asking, but “Why are you sad? would be one.

90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

I’d shit a brick.

91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Invisibility. So many advantages.

92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Storytelling Festival 2007. Orange backpack night. Don’t ask.

93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I don’t wanna say.

94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Willie Nelson.

95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Private island with a year’s worth of supplies for me and everyone I love.

96) Do you have any relatives in jail?

I definitely have relatives who’ve been in jail. And one who’s at risk of being in jail.

97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?

I have! Trip to Disney World.

98) Ever been on a plane?

No, unfortunately.

99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

WEAR A DAMN MASK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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pwrangerbabes · 8 years ago

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Another Cranscott Fic!

Thank you guys for all of your support! Please send more requests I love it! _________________________

It was all too fucking much. Jason didn’t know what was going on downstairs, all he knew was that his dad got pissed at his mom for some stupid shit, and now they’re screaming their throats out at each other. Pearl was down there too, crying and begging them to stop and Jason was just not having it tonight.

The last time he tried to get in the middle of it, he almost got a black eye for being a “wise ass”.

His chest started to hurt. His breathing got quick and heavy. His ocean blue eyes started to sting and he felt a headache coming on. Living in this damn house was physically making him sick.

Jason snatched some red and white gym shoes out of his closet and his jean jacket and pants. He threw on a t-shirt that was probably dirty. He grabbed his phone and ducked out of his room. His parents were so busy arguing that they didn’t notice him basically sprinting out of the door.

He walked. He had no clue where he was going but he had to get away from there. He knew that his parents weren’t bad people, just dysfunctional. His entire family was, including himself.

And there’s nothing wrong with being different from other families, but sometimes he just wished his dad wasn’t so strict and pushy. He wanted his dad to listen to what other people wanted instead of him being so damn selfish all the time.

Jason thought of going to the pit to take his anger out on the putties, but he was far too tired and he kinda didn’t want to get his ass kicked. He also didn’t want to answer to Alpha 5 or Zordon when they asked why he was there so late. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He glanced through the A’s and when he got to the B’s he stopped, spotting Billy’s name with a bunch of blue emojis next to it. He sighed.

After their sort of “date” at the pit last week, they’ve almost been inseparable. Some could argue that they were dating, but they never really put a label on it. They just hung out, kissed, and held hands sometimes.

Jason rolled his eyes at the thought with a smile. God he liked Billy so much. Maybe he would still be up? Billy does go to bed at around 10:00 every night and it was damn near 11. He pressed the call button, couldn’t hurt right?

It rung about seven times before Jason was about to hang up. Right when his thumb almost touched the end call button, the rings stopped and he heard a shuffling sound.

“Hello? Jason?” A groggy voice said.

“Billy? Hey… look I’m sorry I know it’s late and all…” Jason’s throat started to burn. Why the fuck was he getting so emotional all of a sudden? His dad told him to never cry. It’s just not what men do, but this was difficult as hell to explain. It even became painful to hold back his tears. “Listen, I… is there any room in your basement? Like is the sofa available? I was at home and my parents are fighting and I just can’t deal with it right now. If not it’s totally fine. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“No it’s okay Jason, please slow down. Of course you can come over. I’d ask my mom but she’s asleep right now, but I’m sure she’ll be fine with it. She likes you a lot!” Jason laughed with tears in his eyes. He rubbed his face. His throat still ached from the tears that threatened to spill and the short laugh only made it worse.

“Yes ok. Thanks Billy.”

“You’re welcome Jason. Please hurry. It’s really dark out and I want you to get here safe. I’ll be by the door.” Jason laughed once more. God forbid anything bad happen to him, he could protect himself given that he’s a ranger and all, but the fact that Billy knew that and still cared so much about his well being meant the world.

“Alright.” Click.

Jason sped off to reach Billy’s house. He ran as fast as he dared too with his heightened speed and agility. No one was really out because of how late it was, but he’d rather not risk being caught.

What once was a thirty minute bike ride became a ten minute jog away. Jason reached Billy’s door and knocked softly. It opened quickly after. Billy appeared and gave Jason a tired smile. Jason became racked with guilt as he stepped inside.

“I’m so sorry for waking you up. You must be exhausted Billy.”

“No it’s fine Jason!”, he replied as he closed the door, “I’m actually glad you’re here. I’m not really sleepy anymore.” Jason followed Billy to the basement. “Are you hungry? Are you tired? Do you want to play a videogame or something?” Jason was so mesmerized by all of Billy’s maps and pins on the wall to speak. He’s seen them before, but there was always something new to notice everyday. Billy poked him on the shoulder.

“Huh? Oh… no I’m ok…” Jason replied. He sat on the sofa and buried his head into his hands. Billy stayed standing awkwardly.

“Ok.” He was about to walk upstairs to grab some snacks when Jason grabbed his hand.

“Wait, Billy, can you just… sit next to me? Please?” Billy gave Jason a questioning look but complied. After he sat down Jason placed his head onto Billy’s shoulder.

“Can I ask you something?” Billy asked.

“Of course.”

“Why were your parents fighting?” Jason started to become aggravated, not with Billy, but because it was a simple question that he had no answer to.

“I honestly don’t know Billy. I don’t know anything anymore. They argue so much now that I never know what’s going on and it’s all my fault. I even have to fake that my leg is still messed up just so that he won’t force me to go back to football! Everyone is depending on me like the team and my dad and my teachers and Zordon and I can’t even think straight. I am so sick and tired of all of this pressure and I don’t even think I can do this anymore. How can I lead us when my whole life is a mess…?” Jason was so hurt and confused that he didn’t even realize the tears that streamed down his face. His blue eyes were dark and his chest was racked with small sobs. Billy clung to every word with intent. He sighed and turned away.

“Do you watch superhero movies?” Jason slowly looked at Billy.

“What?”

“Have you seen any superhero movies? Like superman? Spider-man?” Jason sighed.

“Yeah Billy…” Was he even listening?!

“You know how when the superhero is about to fight the villain? It’s usually the part where they’re about to die right? When they start to give up hope and where everything looks all wrong and bleak, like no matter what happens, the world is gonna end? You just sit there helpless and watch, praying that they get up and win like a superhero is supposed to? Just like when we were falling into the pit and we were gonna die… well… we didn’t. And neither did superman, or spider-man. Right now, everything looks wrong. It feels like everyone is against you when in reality, it’s the total opposite. You have Kimberly and Trini who will always stick up for you and fight for you. Zack can be a little mean sometimes, but I can’t say that he would never be there for me or you if we need him. And… you have me too. I can’t do much but it would do anything to make you feel better Jason.”

The room became silent. Jason’s face was still. Billy became worried but stayed quiet.

Jason grabbed Billy fiercely and wrapped his arms around him tightly. Jason had no clue what he needed to hear, but that was perfectly it, and the Billy-esque flare also made the advice helpful and enjoyable.

“Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re really hurting me.” Jason jumped back, forgetting his superhuman strength.

“Oh! Sorry…” Billy smiled and laughed.

“It’s ok. Can I kiss you on your cheek?” Jason smiled and wiped his tears away.

“Yes, please.” Billy placed a light kiss on Jason’s red and tear streaked cheek. Jason smiled and looked down.

“Thank you.” Jason murmured.

“Your welcome.” Billy stood up and picked up a cardboard box and brought it to the floor.

“What’s in the box?”

“You’ll see in a second!” Billy shuffled through the box and pulled out what was inside. Jason held back his laughter. He dropped the three movies on the table.

“So, do you want to watch Iron Man, Spider-man, or Superman?”

“Iron Man, definitely Iron Man.”

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jamesnovakwinchester · 8 years ago

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SBLW Day 3 & 4: A/B/O and misunderstandings

Sam’s heat hits him unexpectedly when he’s on a wendigo hunt with Dean in Boise, Idaho. It happens during a nightlong stakeout in the woods. Not the most ideal place, but Sam is grateful it didn’t happen somewhere more overly populated with alphas. He and Dean had separated to cover more ground when Sam was suddenly struck by a dizzy spell that had him staggering towards a tree trunk to balance himself against before he fell over, followed by a hot flash, and that’s when Sam felt the telltale wetness in his boxer briefs. His heat wasn’t due for another three weeks, there’s no way he could’ve anticipated this. It was highly unusual for an omega in his early thirties to have an erratic heat cycle; they usually came every six months like clockwork.

Sam had maybe an hour before things got worse. As he reached for his cell phone to call Dean and tell him that they needed to get back to the motel, he was overcome with an intense longing, a need to be filled by an alpha right fucking now. Sam’s knees buckled and he fell forward on his hands, scratching his palms on the forest floor. He took a few deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart. What the fuck is happening to me? he thought.The onset of Sam’s heats never got this intense so quickly. Not even when he was a horny teenager growing up with two alphas, or when he was living with Jessica, also an alpha, at Stanford. Instead of it being the slow burn that normally accompanied the first day of a heat, it felt like Sam was already in the deep throes of it, like he would be if he was being knotted by an alpha, only he felt painfully empty. Sam wasn’t sure what triggered this, all he knew was he wanted a knot, he wanted Benny’s knot. Fuck, he regretted insisting Benny sit this hunt out. It was an open and shut case and there didn’t seem to be any reason to waste manpower. Oh, what Sam would give for some of Benny’s manpower right about now. Then again, he really didn’t want the first heat he experienced with Benny to take place in the middle of the woods with sticks and rocks and bugs digging into their skin. He didn’t even know if Benny was ready to take that step. He thought he had more time to bring it up to his boyfriend. Sam shook his head to clear it, focus.

With shaky hands, Sam managed to call Dean on speakerphone. His brother answered after two rings, “Yeah, Sammy, got anything?”

“D-dean, help.” Immediately, his brother was on high alert.

“Sam! Sammy, what’s wrong? Are you hurt, did that sonofabitch–” Sam heard the crunch of leaves as Dean started running, likely in the direction he knew Sam was in.

“N-no. In h-heat.”

“What? Shit, fuck, I’m coming, hold on.”

It took about fifteen minutes for Dean to find Sam. The scent of his heat must’ve been enough to draw Dean in the right direction. Dean found Sam curled up on his side, shaking, with the back of his jeans soaked through with slick.

“Alright, Sammy, I gotcha.” He said as he lifted his brother into his arms and began the trek back to the Impala. Sam whimpered and rubbed his cheek against Dean’s shoulder, taking comfort in the scent of a familiar alpha. Dean wasn’t his actual mate, but being in such close quarters together for so many years, with no other alphas around (that is, until Benny moved into the bunker a few months ago) led to Sam having a similar reaction to Dean’s scent as he would to a traditional mate.

By the time they got back to the motel, Sam’s heat had worsened threefold. His face was flushed and he was whimpering pitifully as he tossed his head back and forth on the dingy motel pillow.

It shook Dean to see his brother like that. He hadn’t seen a heat be so hard on Sam since he first presented when he was fourteen. Normally, these past few years when Sam felt his heat coming on, he’d just retreat to his room for a few days with a knotting dildo. The special dildo coupled with the fact that Dean’s alpha scent permeated the bunker was usually enough to tide Sam over for the duration of his heat. It was uncomfortable and an inconvenience for an omega without an alpha to knot him, but it shouldn’t be painful like this.

“Kiddo, I need to get you some supplies.” Dean said as he placed a cool, wet washcloth on Sam’s forehead. He had an uneasy feeling about leaving Sam on his own, even just for fifteen minutes, but he didn’t have any other choice.

Sam shook his head fretfully, face flushed with heat. “Benny, I want B-Benny.”

“Benny is seventeen hours away in Kansas, he can’t do much for you right now.” Unsure if Sam was even comprehending what he was saying, Sam simply kept repeating Benny’s name. Dean sighed in frustration and dialed his friend’s number.

It took Benny fourteen hours to get to Boise with no stops. By then, Sam was practically delirious, crying out for Benny in between moaning like he was in pain into the sheets and falling in and out of consciousness. Other than getting him to suck on ice cubes, Dean hadn’t been able to convince Sam to eat much. Sam was naked now, save for the thin motel sheet protecting his modesty; he got too feverish around hour three and Dean had forced him under the cold shower periodically to bring down his body temperature. The knotting dildo Dean had bought lay discarded on the floor, it had offered Sam no reprieve either. So when Benny burst into the room, Dean doesn’t think he’s ever been so overjoyed to know that his brother was about to get knotted.

Benny looked a combination of livid and petrified at seeing the state Sam’s was in. He felt like his heart hadn’t stopped racing since he first got Dean’s frantic call hours ago and his heart doesn’t even beat. Dean gives him a consolatory pat on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his little brother before leaving to get a separate room for the next couple of days. He’d called in a hunter friend of his who had finished their hunt, so Dean could technically head back to Lebanon. Dean knows his little brother is safe with Benny; he’d die before letting anything happen to Sam. And they’d be home just a few days later, once Sam’s heat had subsided, but Dean knows this isn’t an ordinary heat and he wants to stay close by.

The moment Sam scented Benny, he opened his eyes and looked more alert than he had in hours. He immediately reached out for Benny, who stepped into his arms, and began rubbing against him needily, hindering Benny’s attempts at getting undressed as quickly as he could.

“Need you, Benny, need you now. Please.”

Seeing Sam’s painfully hard cock and how soaked the bed was with his slick and sweat, Benny didn’t waste time with prep. He manhandled Sam onto his hands and knees and pressed into him without preamble, as Sam let out a sob of relief. After just a few strokes, Benny’s knot inflated and Sam finally, finally came. Benny is sure he’s never knotted so quickly in his human or immortal life.

Relieved, exhausted, and temporarily satisfied, Sam falls asleep a few minutes later, Benny’s knot still pulsing come into his ass every few minutes. Benny turns Sam onto his side to spoon him for the half hour or so they’ll be tied.

Benny brushes Sam’s hair out of his face and gets a good look at his boyfriend. His color is already returning to normal and he’s no longer burning hot to the touch. He’s resting peacefully now, instinctually pushing his ass back against Benny’s knot whenever he pulses more come into Sam, even in sleep. The scent of Sam’s heat is still strong even after being tempered with his alpha’s. Benny’s not sure how every alpha within a three mile radius isn’t banging on their door. He buries his face in Sam’s neck and inhales; he smells even better than usual to Benny and that’s saying something.

Satisfied that Sam is mostly okay for now, Benny texts Dean an update on Sam’s state, and he replies with a thumbs up emoji, saying to text him when they need food.

All his bases covered, Benny takes a look around the drab motel room Sam and Dean have been staying in for the past five days. What was Sam thinking not telling Benny his heat was coming on? Did he not want Benny to knot him, were his heats always this intense, would he have rather continued to suffer through his heat in this shithole than ask Benny for help, did he not think he could rely on Benny for that or had Benny misread how serious their relationship was, did he even consider what could have happened if his heat had struck at a more inopportune moment? Not that it got much worse than in the middle of a hunt for a fucking wendigo that could have taken Sam when he was vulnerable. What if Dean hadn’t gotten to Sam in time? Questions and fears raced through Benny’s mind, his upset changing to anger at how Sam had played fast and loose with his health and well-being, now that Sam was in the clear. Dean had said that Sam asked for him specifically, but seeing how intense Sam’s heat was and how even the knotting dildo hadn’t helped, perhaps Sam hadn’t anticipated his heat being like this. Sam was meticulously organized and the smartest damn hunter Benny had ever seen, there was no way he wouldn’t know if his heat was due. He must’ve not wanted Benny around him during his heat. Why else would he put himself in danger and insist Benny sit out a hunt that would take Sam over a thousand miles away from him?

Benny didn’t get a chance to talk to Sam just yet. As his knot deflated and Benny carefully pulled out, Sam woke up and immediately turned into Benny’s arms, rubbing his hardening cock against Benny’s hip, ready for round two already. Whatever underlying relationship issues this situation had brought up in Benny’s mind, Sam still came first. Both literally and metaphorically.

Sam was more clearheaded this time around. He tried to thank Benny for coming here before Benny shut him up with a fierce kiss. If Sam tried to say “you didn’t have to do that” like he often did when Benny did something any decent boyfriend should do for his partner, he was gonna lose his temper.

This time, Benny let himself be rough with Sam. He leaned his back against the flimsy headboard with Sam in his lap and started frenetically slamming Sam up and down on his cock as the omega moaned wantonly, his arms wrapped around Benny’s neck and pressing kisses into his shoulders, his throat, any skin he could reach.

This time they knotted with Sam laying on Benny’s front. It wasn’t the most comfortable position for Sam, but when Benny had tried to turn him onto his stomach, Sam insisted that he wanted to see Benny.

Satisfied once again, Sam’s fingers started idly playing with Benny’s chest hair, his head resting on Benny’s shoulder.

Benny couldn’t stop touching Sam, stroking his hair and his back, squeezing his ass and cupping the backs of his thighs to pull Sam tighter to him. It was hard to stay mad at Sam on a good day, let alone when he was naked and sitting on Benny’s dick, but Sam’s next words brought back up some of his anger.

“’M sorry you had to drive all this way,” Sam murmured, kissing Benny’s collarbone in thanks. Did that mean Sam hadn’t wanted him to come? Benny’s hands tensed on Sam’s skin and he pulled back, forcing Sam to look up at him.

“Why didn’t ya tell me your heat was comin’ on, cher? If you didn’t want me to be with you for it, ya should’ve just told me. I would’nta minded… Well, not too much. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt out here.” Benny tried and failed to keep the emotion from making his voice shake.

Sam sat up in Benny’s lap, which caused them both to moan as the movement shifted Benny’s knot deeper into Sam’s ass. Lord, this was definitely not the right time for this conversation, but Benny couldn’t stand not knowing where he stood with Sam. He thought their relationship had been going so well, amazing, even. Benny couldn’t remember a time in the last 200 years when he’d been so content and happy. He never thought he’d feel love like this again after Andrea, after the the things he’d done as a part of his old nest, but being accepted by the Winchesters and being with Sam had given him a life he never imagined he could have. But, even if it killed Benny a fourth time and he had a feeling it would, he’d leave after this heat was over if that’s what Sam wanted.

Benny closed his eyes against the sight of Sam looking at him pityingly. Could vampires still cry? Would his tears be of blood, like a vampire out of one of Anne Rice’s novels? He had a feeling he was about to find out.

Benny felt something trickle out of his eye and he tried to turn his head, but Sam grabbed his face between his hands and wouldn’t let him.

“Benny, hey, no, look at me.” He felt Sam wipe the wetness from his cheek. Benny can’t make himself make eye contact with Sam, he focuses on Sam’s anti-possession tattoo instead.

“Listen to me, Benny. I, I didn’t know this was going to happen. My heat wasn’t due for nearly a month, okay? I wasn’t trying to get away from you! If anything, I didn’t want to scare you off by seeming clingy. Things have been going so well…”

Benny looks up at that, relief washing over him. “What’s going on then, Sam? Why’d ya go into heat like this? Is it the trials, are they still–”

“No! No, it’s nothing to worry about… I don’t think,” Sam says as he looks down, suddenly shy.

“What is it?” Benny asks, eyebrow raised.

“Um, well, now that I’ve had a chance to think about it with a clear head…” He trails off, face flushing pink.

“Cher, whatever it is, we’ll–”

“I think we’re true mates,” Sam finishes in a rush. Benny opens his mouth to say something, but finds he’s speechless. About 30% of the population has a true mate, it’s not unheard of, or even all that rare. It’s just. Not something Benny ever anticipated. They’re both technically centuries old. When you’ve lived as long as Benny has, when you’ve survived as much as Sam has– this is the last thing you expect from life. Benny was born hundreds of years before Sam, and Sam spent what he said felt like a few millennia in Hell with the devil. What were the odds that they’d find each other?

“Yeah, I, I’ve read that once you meet your true mate and the omega hasn’t been claimed, being away from the alpha for an extended period right before a heat is due, c-can, um, trigger something like this. It’s like the body’s way of telling the omega he’s met his true mate and he needs to… to be claimed. We don’t have to do that, though! Benny, we can wait. O-or we don’t have to at all if you don’t want. I’m not trying to push you into anything befo–”

Benny cuts him off with a kiss, rolling Sam onto his back so Benny can show him just what he thinks of waiting.

Dean comes by their room a few hours later with food and a cooler full of donated blood bags he swiped from the local blood bank for Benny. In his haste to get to Sam, Benny had forgotten to bring any with him.

When he lets Dean in, Benny looks immensely pleased with himself for some reason. Probably because the room is absolutely wrecked (ugh, it looks like they moved from Sam’s ruined bed to what was Dean’s bed) and reeks of their coupling. In fact, it smells different. Not bad, just different than what he expected. It’s only on rare occasion that Dean has smelled another alpha on Sam, the last time was when he was soulless. This time, it smells like Sam’s own scent is off now. Dean doesn’t linger on that though because Sam looks light years better than he did five hours ago. He’s awake and mostly dressed, thank God, in Benny’s henley and a pair of boxer briefs. He’s in good spirits and relatively comfortable for the time being, so Dean sticks around to eat dinner with them. He’s just so fucking relieved to see Sam healthy and hungry again, and he needs to watch Sam eat with his own two eyes to assuage the inner big brother alarm system that’s been at threat level red for the past twenty hours. Dean smothers the chick flick urge to pull Sam into a hug and not let go of him for a couple of hours by playfully teasing his little brother and making a show of getting pie crumbs all over his (Dean’s) bed until Sam throws a pillow at him.

Sammy’s no delicate flower, but Benny’s shirts are pretty big on him, and in the ensuing pillow fight that Dean totally wins, the shirt slips down one of Sam’s shoulders to reveal, holy shit, a mating bite.

When Sam notices what Dean is staring at, he freezes, anticipating Dean’s reaction. Benny knows mating is a big step for Sam, the type of set Sam usually would never take without consulting Dean first. He knows how important his big brother’s opinion is to Sam.

Dean looks back and forth between Sam and Benny for a few moments. He was blindsided at the sight of the claiming mark on Sam’s skin, but he can’t say he didn’t consider that this was coming down the line. Way, way down the line. But thinking back on the state Sam was in earlier, Dean knows he can’t watch Sam go through that again. It’s gonna take some adjusting to now that Dean knows this thing between them is for the long haul, but Benny has earned his trust to take care of and treat his brother right. If there is one person Dean has to share Sam with, he’s glad it’s Benny. He can’t actually say all that touchy feely shit, though. Sam would never let him live it down. Instead, Dean groans in faux irritation. “If this means you guys are gonna be even more moony eyed over each other than before, I swear I’m moving into Baby,” he threatens. Benny laughs and Sam tackles him to the bed in a hug so Dean thinks it’s safe to say they caught his underlying sentiment.

-SBLW anon

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