#idk where any of this came from but I love alpha and omega

[wrathofrats]

It’s too early idk if anyone will see these tags I left on a post but it’s omega angst time because yeah

But

I don’t think omega regrets it, but sometimes late at night when he can’t control his own thoughts, the idea that he should’ve just … been with alpha and not asked for anything more comes up. That’s his mate, his partner, and the one who will be alive for as long as he is in every universe. And omega still chose Terzo.

Maybe it would’ve hurt less. To stay with alpha. Played the part of the two highest and oldest ghouls being each others mates for life, and he could’ve been happy and not had to face the backlash and the betrayal on alphas face when omega told him he was in love with Terzo. He wouldnt have had to see the way alphas face fell but slowly rose in a way he would never want omega to see when he found out Terzo was dead and omega could no longer be with him. He wouldn’t have to feel the guilt about the fact that alpha waited for him. And gave him time. And brought him dinner on all the late nights omega slept in terzos chapel to see if he would wake up to different circumstances

Alpha never says “I told you so” like omega knows he would to any other ghoul that tried to love a human only to realize why it’s usually frowned upon. And omega will slowly move on, accept his role as alphas mate. He loves him. They’re a bonded pair. He’s in love with him in every universe.

But in this universe sometimes alpha wakes up to omega softly crying in the bathroom, and knows that even if omega loves him, he will always love Terzo more.

And he rolls over, and goes back to sleep.

[felixsmeshglove]

Okay but like I can't get this idea out of my head

Abo poly ot8 skz with reader who is the only omega

They pair up when having sex with the reader. Every Alpha has a beta with them when breeding you.

Obviously Alpha Minho with Beta Han.

Do whatever you want with this ask!

category ; thirst/imagine

cw ; poly!ot8 skz, a/b/o dynamics, afab!reader, voyeurism, edging, idk what else

oh my fucking god don’t even get me started it’s so fucking funny. by this point, the boys have discovered a sort of uhh.. logistical problem– about you being the only omega.

after so many of your heats where you’re absolutely overwhelmed with hickeys, marks and their scent that any other stranger might think you’d been mauled, the boys had a sit down and finally came up with ✨the system ™️✨

now, they have a rotating schedule of pairs that you get to stay with you during your heats. each alpha paired up with one beta to make sure each and every one of your needs were tended to.

moving on to the actual pairings…

alpha!chan with beta!jeongin -;-

when you’re with channie and innie it easily goes one of two ways, depending on the mood. slow, sweet and sensual, making sure you’re every need is completely doted to while chan teaches our inexperienced little maknae how to properly rip an orgasm from your throbbing, aching cunt. chris would kiss your tears away as you’re sobbing with pleasure, trembling and hugging close to his toned torso as jeongin fills you up with yet another load with slow, deep drags.

the other way it can go, is absolutely chaotic, jeongin giving in completely to his instinct and your absolutely delectable scent as chan is enthusiastically coaxing jeongin’s face closer so that he can lap deeper into your sweet pussy. don’t get me wrong, chan gets a lot out of this as well. after all, if jeongin wants to try something or practice, chan was going to need to demonstrate on you…

alpha!minho with beta!jisung -;-

when you’re with minho and jisung, minho just seems to be exponentially more bossy and demanding. he loves to watch and press his hips into jisung’s, helping to control his pace and guide jisung’s hips to provide you the maximum amount of relief. he will occasionally scold jisung if the younger was too close. after all, the alpha gets to cum first.

finally, minho would tease you as he would bully his cock deep into your overworked cunt, all while loudly discussing with jisung how good you feel between jisung’s sweet and messy kisses to your lips. you would often become so loud and whiny that minho would suggest jisung occupy your mouth with his cock to pacify you. this worked quite well, after all they didn’t want to disturb the rest of the pack. it was hard enough not always being with you for every heat.

alpha!changbin with beta!seungmin -;-

this pairing is often the one that leaves you the most marked up and sore. i am a huge fan of “binnie is the strongest alpha” supremacy. yes, channie leads, but changbin’s muscles speak for themselves. changbin’s strength combined with seungmin’s creativity and their shared high levels of energy you’re left absolutely exhausted. changbin and seungmin are absolutely devious together, because seungmin gets so many ideas for different positions and ways to use furniture to their advantage, and changbin has the strength to hoist you up or hold you however which way is necessary.

changbin would hold you, thighs pressed to your stomach passionately nipping at the back of your neck as seungmin’s cock thumps harshly against your gummy g-spot in just the perfect way. seungmin loves to tease, and would happily mock your mewls and whimpers as he eagerly fucks the thoughts out of your head. heats with changbin and seungmin are just erratic, desperate and needy.

alpha!felix with beta!hyunjin -;-

you see, this pairing is a bit of a toughie because felix is probably the least alpha-like alpha, and hyunjin is probably the least beta-like beta. this often causes their roles to switch and blend with you, but at the end of the day, you’re the omega here. regardless, these are usually the sweetest most sensual heats you have. both men aren’t particularly the type to be rough or aggressive. they prefer to stay comfortable in the nest, covering your hot and sensitive skin with kisses.

much more selfless lovers as well, they’re willing to use any and every part of themselves to help please you and relieve the aching heat you feel. eventually, after begging for their cocks would they jump at the opportunity. hyunjin would sweetly beg for you to suck him off, promising that he’d massage your scalp while he did, while felix ruts deep into your warm and tight cunt.

you wouldn’t have it any other way though, you love your boys and they all love you so much.

[tinycoffeeroom]

farm love | italian bach

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: Could I request an Italian Bach imagine inspired by Arthur’s vlog to Jezza Clarksons farm?? Maybe on that trip or maybe they just go on a cute little remote trip in the country farm? In their own private cabin (maybe a hot tub on the deck?👀) I feel like Bach is always a great bf but when he’s with friends he’s in his comedy/entertaining mindset so it’s subtle sweet gestures whereas when it’s just them he’s super clingy and boldly romantic

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📍 Cotswolds

👤 georgeclarkeey, arthurtv liked by y/nstagram, arthurtv and 298,017 others

italianbach me and my 2 boyfriends were invited down to the lovely Diddly Squat Farm to experience farm life and preview #/ClarksonsFarm season 3! Huge thank you to primevideouk for the invite!

y/nstagram and where are my pic creds? ↳ italianbach sorry who are you? ↳ y/nstagram oh, you're sleeping in one of the other huts tonight ↳ italianbach babe no george's snoring will interrupt my beauty sleep :(((( ↳ y/nstagram too bad didnt ask xx ↳ italianbach now look what you've done georgeclarkeey arthurtv ↳ georgeclarkeey wtf did we do?????? ↳ italianbach idk be sexy or something?

fan bach not even posting his gf but has time to post these two muppets

fan we want y/n!!!!!! ♥️ y/nstagram

fan george please give me a chance

fan arthur wrapping his arms around his two little omegas, we love a true alpha ↳ arthurtv what the fuck ↳ georgeclarkeey can't tell if i'm offended by being called an omega... ↳ italianbach i am?? we all know i'm a beta!!

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You were surprised to have been invited along to the Clarkson's Farm premiere alongside Arthur, George and Isaac. You didn't really have a following, mostly people coming from Isaac's constant posts about you to see who his girlfriend was.

The coach ride there had certainly been... something. Arthur annoyed the others by vlogging the entire thing, constantly asking Isaac and George to repeat their jokes so he could catch it on camera and having to redo shot after shot when the footage came out shaky or his finger had been covering the mic at the bottom of his phone.

You'd chosen to sit behind the group of lads, plugging your headphones in to play a small town farmer romance audiobook. If you're going to be subjected to dirt and the trio for the weekend, you were going to take advantage and daydream about a buff farmer sweeping you off your feet.

Isaac made sure to keep an eye on you, well aware that you were too engrossed in your audiobook to notice him. Knowing you were slightly camera shy as well, often choosing to be behind the lens and film his tiktoks, he chose to text you instead of drawing attention to you, conscious of the fact that Arthur could whip out his phone for another vlog clip at any moment.

Midway through the first meeting of the MC and the strong, beefy farmer, your phone lit up. At the top of the screen, you saw a few Instagram notifications and two texts from your boyfriend.

Isaac <3 You ok babe? x We should be stopping at Oxford services in about 20 minutes x

Looking up at your boyfriend, his attention was half on you and half on George who was, once again, jokingly shouting at Arthur who had asked him to repeat himself for the 20th time since you'd stepped onto the coach. Smiling briefly at the trio, you looked back down at your phone to reply.

My Love <3 I'm good angel xx May nip in and grab a sandwich or something, I'm kinda hungry :( x

Two seconds after the read receipt appeared beneath your message, a hand thrust a packet of Malteasers between the seat gaps. Grabbing the packet from your boyfriend, you sent him a grateful smile, quickly tucking into the chocolate.

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After a day of trekking back and forth across farm land, cudding cute little piglets and being stuffed full of the most gorgeous food and wine Clarkson's Farm had to offer, you and Isaac say goodbye to George and Arthur, waving them off as you walk up the little path to your cabin.

Despite it being later on in the day, the sun was still shining thanks to the British summertime. You immediately open your suitcase, grabbing a bikini and swapping your muddy tracksuit bottoms and band top you'd stolen from Isaac at some point. Isaac catches onto your thinking, also grabbing some trunks from his suitcase and changing into them.

You grab the bottle of champagne gifted by Prime Video and open the back patio doors which lead to small set of patio chair and a large hot tub.

Whilst Isaac double checks that the front door is locked, you slide into the water, sighing as the warmth soothes your aching muscles. It had been a while since you had spent this long on your feet and the last time you checked your watch, you'd done 35,000 steps.

Closing your eyes, you allow yourself a moment of silence, taking in the faraway bleats of the sheep in the meadow opposite your cabin. A warm breeze flows through the air, making a few stray hairs on your face sway gently.

You hear the doors behind you open and close and an affronted noise comes from your boyfriend. Cracking one eye open, you look back to see him frowning at you in the hot tub.

"What's up, babe?" You already know, but it's sweet to see how clingy Isaac gets when it's just the two of you.

"Budge up." He queues up a playlist on his phone, connecting it to the outside speaker before stepping into the hot tub, staring at you with a playful pout.

You comply, moving to the side so he can sit in your spot. As he settles down, one arm snakes around your waist, lifting you up and dragging you onto his lap under the water. His other arm joins the first, a strong interlink ensuring you won't go anywhere. Not that you'd want to.

"Better?" Grinning up at him, you slide your hand to rest at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in the chocolate brown curls there.

Isaac hums in lieu of a verbal response, face coming to rest in the curve of your neck. Feather light kisses trace along your skin, starting at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, trailing up to below your ear.

You giggle at the sensation, twirling the strands of hair entangled in your fingers round and round as he playfully nips your ear lobe once before pulling away. You untangle your fingers from his hair, moving your hand to the front to swipe his fringe away slightly to get a good look at him.

His eyes seem to twinkle in the now fading sunlight as he takes a moment to trace over your face. "You're so beautiful."

You can feel the blush rising hot up your neck, splaying out dusty pink on your cheeks. Even after being with him for so long, he still manages to fluster you every time he calls you beautiful. Normally, it's a throwaway comment, something he mentions whilst in the middle of something else. But here, just the two of you in the quiet British countryside, your heart seems to skip a beat, thumping a clumsy rhythm in your chest.

Wrinkling your nose to hide the way the statement made you feel, you run a finger gently across his cheekbone, dragging it softly down his cheek to the corner of his jaw. "And you're handsome."

His eyes are glued to your cheeks, smile widening as the blush only deepens, now crimson pink and burning hot. "I mean it. I know I say it a lot, but right here, in this moment, you're ethereal. I'm just so lucky you finally agreed to date me. Knowing that I get to wake up everyday and see you when you first wake up, that I get to walk into any room you're in and watch your face light up when you see me, and that I get to fall asleep holding you every night... Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better life."

Your eyes are lined with unshed tears, mouth trembling as words of adoration spill from your boyfriends lips. He's a known secret romantic, you had the anniversary cards filled with paragraph after paragraph of him waxing poetic about you; but to hear it come directly from him, his voice warm and syrup soaked, your heart beat another treacherous beat, yearning to burst out and reach for the man below you.

"Isaac... I love you. So much." Your hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing lightly over the skin below. "I couldn't ask for a better life either. This is the best relationship I have ever been in, and I have you to thank for that. Thank you for showing me a love I only thought was possible in movies."

Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to his lips, revelling in the delighted hum it pulls from your boyfriend. His arms wrap tighter around you, twisting you in a way so the two of you are chest to chest. He pulls you in deeper, mouth warm and insistent against your own.

When it feels like he's pulled every last bit of breath from your lungs, he pulls away slightly, murmuring a soft "I love you too" as he presses one final kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You move your head to rest in the crook of his neck, enjoying the warmth of the water and your boyfriend's body as the sun sets slowly behind you.

You're almost lulled to sleep, cocooned in the arms of your lover. Isaac's hands move in a repeated rhythm along your back, dragging up and down in slow circles as he hums along to the song playing softly from the speaker in the corner.

Before you can drift off, he mutters just loud enough to be heard over the bubbling of the hot tub. "Wanna go in the pool tomorrow?"

Nuzzling down further into the crook of his neck, you nod your head lightly, already smiling at whatever stupid Tiktok's he'll make you film. "Fuck yeah."

His chest vibrates with laughter in response and you close your eyes, pressing one last kiss to the skin beneath your lips as the two of you welcome the sky full of stars.

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a/n: first italianbach fic ! welcome to my gaggle of men mr isaac xo first of the ac3may hc's and my lil fingies are flying working through the rest !

[mothwingwritings]

Idk if you’re into omega verse but omg I just thought of it being applied to Yujiro and poor omega reader goddamn 😭 (I think I may have gone a little bit too far on this one ngl, also I’m half asleep so sorry for any issues..)

Nasty nasty Alpha Yujiro who takes advantage of poor little you. Who would have thought he’d ever encounter such a rare beauty? Omegas were practically extinct in the baki universe, the world full of hardened alphas made no room for the sweet soft omegas. And yet here you were against all odds.

From the moment he met you, he’d made the promise that he would never spread his seed through out the world.

Nay, he was going to hammer in his children into your fertile womb as you cried out in overstimulation. You would carry all of his offspring for the rest of your life. That was a promise.

While many of his past devoted lovers would have been flattered by his devotion, you were anything but.

Sure Yujiro would disappear on some days but no longer than a week.

But on the days he were in your house. It’d be a constant running away and fighting off the lustful touches of Yujiro.

The dreadful “Honey~ I’m home!~” had you cringing so hard as thick muscular arms surrounded your waist.

Having to take showers with the Ogre that always ended with you pressed up against the glass mirror as Yujiro crowded you against it.

Having your favorite clothes torn to shreds as he tried to make “love to you”.

Waking up in the middle of the night to see the humongous man deep in your guts as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

And when you went in heat…oh boy.

You’re horny 24/7 and you won’t fight back at all? Just lil ol you whimpering about how much it hurts and that you need something inside? You’d let the older man kiss you and cling onto him needily. His poor little omega!

Yeah, Yujiro loves your heats.

This man keeps a track record of when your heats are around the corner. It doesn’t matter if he’s in another country or across the globe the globe away from you. If he sees you have started your heat, he’s running like a madman with the nastiest smirk that has people running away screaming. They all thought he was out to murder someone (ya ur lil meow meow)

Out of spite you decide to hook up with some random beta when your heat starts up. Which immediately back fires when Yujiro has said man tied up as he watches you get plowed down by your real alpha.

“My little omega, have I neglected you so much that you seeked out some limp dick beta to satisfy you? I guess I’ll have to you more attention to keep you satisfied, huh?”

You know Yujiro is going to show you off. I mean, who wouldn’t?

He’s pulling up to the tournaments with you sitting on his shoulder clad in a thin bikini. Your looking away from the many lustful looks directed at you, all while Yujiro basks in the jealous looks he receives.

They all look so angry at him, but yet…too intimidated to muster the courage to say anything to him. Yes this was a fine idea.

He’s got you wearing a pretty diamond collar with the letters “Property of Ogre.”

Every time you both return from such fights, it didn’t matter if he came back angry or happy both were valid reasons to fuck you in the entrance your home. After that he would ravage you on any surface in the house.

He was going to get so many babies out of you.

Me reading this ask loool

You must have read my mind anon, I was just musing the other day on how I want to some day take a stab at writing an ABO fic and the Bakiverse would be perfect fodder for it. 😌

But God... Yujiro would be the worst fucking Alpha. That man could track you down from miles away, knowing where you are at all times should he need you. And he has such intricate knowledge on basically every aspect of you and your life that it goes beyond concerning, it's downright invasive. It takes no time at all for him to claim fuck you, giving you no time to really sus him out or get to know him before you've become irrevocably his. He's now your bonded partner, and you are not at all thrilled with that.

When yujiro comes to claim you he attacks you with such a bestial, feral intensity that you are afraid one day your body won't be able to take the abuse he inflicts on it, giving you serious concerns over whether you will survive the mating process. You got lucky the first time, but what about in the future? How many pups does he plan to pump inside of you? The thought keeps you up at night. You don't even want to parent his offspring, let alone be demoted to his breeding stock to be fucked full again and again and again. You would have chosen ANY alpha other than Yujiro, but now this was your lot in life-forced to not only be his mate, but bear his children, creating new versions of this monster to roam the planet. Would they grow up to be like their father, or would you have any hope of raising them to be decent, loving people?

Also, I feel like your body will just constantly be marked up everywhere. His mating bites don't stop at the scent glands, and you usually end up looking like you just left a 12 round boxing match on the losing side instead of a mating session with your alpha. :(

And when you are in heat its the absolute fucking worst. Lusting after Yurjiro, your entire body aching for him to desecrate and destroy you, your insides burning white hot for his touch. Only your alpha can cure you of this all consuming sickness that plagues you, and you turn into a whiny blubbery mess when Yujiro is around, pleading and begging for him to claim you. It's absolutely dreadful how much you yearn for such a barbaric man, and each and every time you are disgusted with how easily you give in to him. You just roll over and become his docile little fuck mate, turned into a wanton, lusting mess from just catching his scent alone. You loath him as much as you need him, and words cannot describe the amount of hate you hold in your heart for the man that turned you into this pathetic shell of who you once were.

[thehereticdiaries]

Into the Wonderland: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: You were just trying to enjoy lunch and get some school work done. Unfortunately, a classmate interrupted in the worst way possible and you turn to two of the other patrons for help.

Warnings: Assault, attempted force bond, asshole alpha classmate, idk let me know if I missed anything

A/N: the google doc for this series is called "mingi's squaring up" and i find that very funny also i promise i'm gonna add more to each series!! i just want to get all of the first chapters out with some one-shots in between :3

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(“Korean dialogue” / “English dialogue”)

Your afternoon class for the day was canceled last-minute. The hastily-written email came in less than 15 minutes before it was supposed to start, something about a family emergency. For you, this meant you had time to go to your favorite restaurant for lunch. You were well-known among the staff, considering one of your family friends was the owner.

“Hey, Y/N! Don’t you normally have a class right now?” The host greeted you as you approached the counter.

“It was canceled today. I’m gonna use the time to eat and work on a project for bioinformatics,” you explained. The host hummed in understanding.

“You want to sit in Minali’s section?” You nodded eagerly. Minali was your favorite server. Whenever you came in on her shift, you sat with her. The host gestured for you to follow. She led you back to a small booth in the back corner (you loved this booth because it had an outlet). You thanked the host and got your laptop set up. Minali waved at you with a bright smile. You smiled back and opened R to begin a new coding page.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” You barely started on your code when you were interrupted. You looked up and stared at the guy next to your table for a second.

“Hey! Marcus, right?” 

“You remember, that’s good. It would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. Your nose scrunched up at his scent, as he wasn’t wearing any scent blockers. It was common courtesy to wear blockers when at a restaurant. You had put on patches before you even stepped in the building. The blockers made sure everyone would be able to enjoy their food without distraction. Marcus was an exchange student, so maybe he just didn’t know. You decided to let it slide.

“As if I could forget your name with how often Dr. Byeon sings your praises,” you teased with a shake of your head. 

“Ah, sorry about that,” he winced.

“Don’t apologize for having such good grades. It’ll help you in the long run.” You waved a bit before turning back to your laptop. God, where did you even want to start with this code?

“Do you mind if I sit here for a minute? My friend is meeting me here soon.” Marcus pointed to the bench across from you. 

“Sure, go ahead.” You jumped when he sat down right next to you. “Uh, you wanna move to the other side?”

“Nah, I don’t. I want to talk to you omega.” You glared at his use of your presentation. He smirked at you, snaking an arm around the back of the booth.

“Well that sucks for you. I’m not interested,” you sneered, slightly baring your teeth. Marcus’ face dropped to annoyance. “I think it’s best for you to leave. Go wait for your friend at the host stand.”

“Yeah? I think it would be best for you to listen when an alpha is speaking.” You rolled your eyes. So he was one of those alphas: pig-headed, easily agitated, and couldn't take no for an answer. “I’ve seen the way you look at me in class. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

“As if! I only ever look at you if you’re presenting your code, you jackass,” you spat and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I don’t believe that, Y/N. Your scent is always sweeter when you look at me.” And this was why you usually wore scent blockers to class. You could count the number of times you went to class without them on one hand.

“Dude, leave me alone or I will call over the manager.” Marcus scowled at your threat. For a tense moment, he sat in a seething silence. Your glare didn’t falter, which only pissed him off more. Then the hand that was resting on the booth snapped to the back of your neck. You jolted and shoved yourself further into the corner of the booth. Marcus lunged forward, aiming for your neck. You yelped at the feeling of his teeth scraping your scent gland. 

You jabbed your fingers into Marcus’ ribs, loosening his grip on your neck. You quickly ducked under the table and crawled into the aisle. You scoffed in shock. Did this asshole really just try to force a claim on you?!

“What. The. Fuck, Marcus?” You hissed at your classmate. He leapt out of the booth and you stumbled back a few steps. You turned and rushed up to the host stand. She wasn’t there, but two men stood by the stand. They wore masks and scrolled on their phones while they waited for the host to return. The taller of the pair wore a black hoodie, and the other wore a bomber jacket. Without thinking, you wiggled your way between the pair. They looked down at you, eyebrows raised. 

“Hi! Please hide me,” you pleaded. They glanced up at each other before returning to you. You gave a weak smile and puppy eyes.

“Come on, babe. You don’t need to bother these guys just because you’re mad at me,” Marcus lied smoothly. Any indication of anger had disappeared as he pulled the amused boyfriend act. The taller man (that you were currently hiding behind) moved his gaze from you to Marcus. 

“I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“Hey, use English. You know I don’t understand Korean. I don’t want you lying to make yourself look like the victim,” Marcus interrupted. You looked to the man behind you. His eyebrows were furrowed, somewhere between confusion and anger.

“Do you know this guy?” He asked, stepping a tiny bit closer. Marcus glared at the stranger. 

“Yeah, he’s my classmate. He came up to me and asked to sit with me while he waited for a friend,” you began rambling. They listened intently, but didn’t look away from Marcus. The smell of his anger was burning the back of their throats. “Anyway, he didn’t like that I refused a date, so he tried to force a claiming bite on me.” 

“What?!” The shorter of the two exclaimed and turned back to you. The one in front of you stayed locked on Marcus, even though he startled at your admission. 

“Listen, I don’t know what she’s saying to you, but she’s my girlfriend and she’s just pissed I was late,” Marcus cut in. You subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the man in front of you, just in case Marcus tried to grab you again. 

“I swear, he is just a classmate. We’re not dating. Hell, we aren’t even friends!” You huffed. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, let’s go, Y/N. You’ve wasted enough of these guys’ time,” Marcus demanded and stepped forward. You felt a hand on the small of your back. The man in front of you angled his arm to shield you from your approaching classmate. 

“Yea, I don’t think I believe you,” the taller man drawled in a heavy accent. He tilted his head, sizing up the irritated alpha.

“Dude, come on. She’s fucking lying to you!”

“So? Even if her story is fake, you’re still walking around a restaurant angry and with no scent blockers,” the guy behind you spoke up. You sagged in relief. 

“From where I stand, you look like an alpha trying to use his smell as intimidation,” the taller man concluded. Marcus scowled and clenched his fists. The man in the hoodie removed your hand from his sleeve, pushing you toward his friend. He stepped up to Marcus, towering over him. He glowered down at your classmate. He didn’t falter even as the bell above the door jingled. A fourth man paused at the door, surveying the scene in front of him. 

“Seonghwa, Mingi looks like he’s about to throw hands with some guy,” the newcomer turned and shouted behind him. You heard a soft ‘eh?!’ then multiple sets of hurried footsteps. Six men squeezed into the waiting area of the restaurant. 

“Ah, fuck. San, help me get Mingi back. Yunho go get the manager,” a man with dark, chin-length hair instructed. He and two others sprang into action. One disappeared into the restaurant while the other two grabbed Mingi’s arms in an attempt to draw him back.

“Let go.” Mingi shook their hands off of him. “This asshole tried to force a claim bite on that girl!” Half of the group now stood around you, blocking you from Marcus’ sight.

There was a tense silence as Mingi and Marcus stared each other down. That was until Marcus growled and stepped toward you. Mingi swung without hesitation, punching your classmate square on the jaw. Marcus stumbled backwards.

“Motherfucker, you son of a bitch! I’ll fucking kill you,” Marcus snarled. You gasped. You didn’t think things would devolve to violence. Bomber jacket and one of his friends each shielded you with an arm. Mingi just titled his head at the threats, clearly not worried.

“WHAT is going on out here?!” A voice boomed as the group member returned with a middle-aged man marching in front of him.

“Ji-Won!” You called and pushed your way forward. The man turned to you and wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder. “Oppa, that guy is one of my classmates and he attacked me. I felt his teeth brush against my neck.” You shuddered. Ji-Won whipped his head around to Marcus.

“Leave my restaurant, you are not welcome here,” the elder snapped. Marcus glared around the room, chest heaving in anger.

“You better watch your fucking back, man.” He growled and cracked his neck before storming out the door. Everyone stared after him for a moment.

“Holy shit.” Ji-Won cast a face of disapproval at your language. “Thank you so, so much for your help.”

“No need to thank us. He was a creep, and I wasn’t about to let him take you,” the guy in the bomber jacket spoke up.

“Hongjoong, I cannot thank you enough. Y/N’s mother is a dear friend of mine. I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to her while under my supervision,” Ji-Won praised the young man. Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled in a hidden smile. 

“Have you had a chance to eat yet, my dear?” Ji-Won turned to you. You shook your head.

“Nah, Marcus showed up before Minali could even bring my drink.”

“Would you want to join us?” Several sets of confused eyes turned to Mingi, who just shrugged. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude-”

“You wouldn’t be,” Hongjoong spoke up this time. You looked around at the other members of the group. Two of them looked confused, and one looked incredibly bored, but most were nodding in agreement.

“If you’re sure. Let me go grab my stuff,” you hesitantly agreed and turned to go back to the booth you were originally seated in. In your panic, you had abandoned all of your schoolwork and belongings.

Back in the waiting area, Mingi watched as you walked away. He was feeling protective, and he didn’t like letting you go on your own. 

Get a hold of yourself, you can’t be this overprotective to a girl you barely know! She looks cute in that skirt, though. Fuck, don’t look at her thighs. Don’t look at her thighs. Shit I looked, Jesus-

“Mingi, you good?” Wooyoung’s voice snapped him out of his inner ramblings. He sent the younger member a tight-lipped smile. The host informed the group that the private room was ready. They waited until you returned to head into the room. 

Well, this should be interesting, you thought as you sat down.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. Hello, I've been struggling to find a fic, which is Annoying me since i think it was fairly popular.. all I remember is that WWX was helping out JGY and liked him, up until he ran in on him trying to kill Rusong, since he had health-monitoring talismans on people he cared about.. There was also a big reveal where he ran with Rusong to Lotus Pier, and Huaisand with I think XXC and SL came to warn JC that WWX is alive, and WWX started laughing? Please help, it's driving me crazy xD @yumehbby

FOUND! Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves (M, 96k, wangxian, canon divergence, graphic depictions of violence, Secret identity, sharing a bed, literal sleeping together, suicidal thoughts, angst w happy ending, blood & injury, hurt/comfort, caretaking, fluff, power imbalance, JYL lives, not everyone dies au) sounds like Unbreakable Heaven, Luminous Earth by carolyncaves; most of the scenes described happen in chapter 10.

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2. Hello I need to employ the services of your fic finder! There’s this fic I read not that long ago with thief!lwj and assassin!wwx and they were living their best domestic life together while also not knowing about the other’s occupation until lwj was kidnapped by the wens for stealing from them and then wwx went to bust him out. I remember there were three chapters, lwj pov, wwx pov, and lwj pov again, and I feel like it was a relatively newer fic but idk. I do know I found it on this blog but I cannot for the life of me find it again. I loved it and I wanna read it again so fic sleuths help me pls I’m desperate

FOUND! all the problems we could solve by Stratisphyre (T, 20k, wangxian, modern, getting together, fluff, humor, violence, meet-cute, identity porn, thieves au)

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3. Hi! I am looking for a fanfic where wwx was resurrected but in a different body than MXY not long after LWJ was punished. WWX went to Cloud Recesses to find A-Yuan but found a wounded LWJ lying in Jingshi. Oh and WWX had a curse that was preventing him from being happy because every time he felt happy, he began to bleed from his forearm that would result in him dying. And i think that he was resurrected in Nie OC body??? I'm sorry for any mistakes in grammar and thank you !!! :)

I remember 3. It also involves lwj being infected with resentful energy which is preventing his healing and wwx gets rid of it. He gets caught by lxc who decides to protect him, and the terms of his curse is he can never be happy.

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones, 2nd in series (T, 74k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, injury, recovery, mental illness, depression, PTSD, rehabilitation, slow burn, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, suicidal thoughts)

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4. Was wondering if u can find me this omegaverse fic which happens during modern setting , wy and lz are both alphas and roommates and in the fic everyone was telling wy he shouldn’t room with lz because alphas are super territorial but wy is like nah we are besties and it’s kind of dark lz as lz ends up using drugs? I think to change wy into an omega tho wy doesn’t realise it’s because of lz.

FOUND? the twisting of secondary genders by HeavenlySkyfarer (E, 7k, wangxian, modern, ABO, non-con secondary gender modification, extremely dubious consent, dead dove do not eat, forced heat, baby trapping, dark LWJ)

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5. Hi was hoping u can find this modern au fic and it’s like sushe’s POV if I’m not wrong and hes not really a piece of shit but the setting is in University and wangxian is doing long distance and sushe kind of into lz but doesn’t believe he’s in a relationship until wy shows up on a motorcycle at their uni

I think #5 of the fic finder (the Su She POV one) is Mine by kippalittlefox, but I guess it has been deleted! It was a a sequel to cicer's 'You've ruined my life (by not being mine)'. The ao3 URL ends with /works/24860230 if anyone wants to try webarchive

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6. A modern au where wwx is sick and meant to call jyl but texted Lwj instead. The text was- Omg I'm dead I'm dying I'm gone... beautiful light of my life, save your baby bunny, I need soup

FOUND? The curious dating rituals of one Lan Zhan (as observed by Wei Ying) by Scrippio (T, 7k, wangxian, modern, College/university au, fluff)

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7. Hi! I’m looking for a Wangxian fic i read a long tiem ago, but I can’t remember the author or title, and was hoping you could help! I’m pretty sure it’s a modern friends to lovers au? Wwx keeps taking random pics of lan zhan and making puns that rhyme with hanguang jun. There’s at least one scene involving a martial arts class at a Chinese community center i think, and wwx might be involved in environmental activism? Anyways, thanks for the help!

Not FOUND might be ❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff) . If not OP might enjoy it

FOUND! Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX)

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8. Hi! I had previously asked for a series of some 20+ fics which was about emperor lwj taking in wy as concubine after lqr and elder keep pressing him about it, much to lqr and elders' dismay. I got the answer from here, but i forgot to save it :(. Now i can't find that post here . Help me out pls

FOUND? The Concubine Mo Chronicles Series by Enigmatree (T, 79k, WangXian, Royalty AU, Prince LWJ, Concubine WWX, Mild Hurt/Comfort)

FOUND? The one where WWX is not LWJ's concubine AU Series by Lookingkindofdumb (Varied, 89k, WIP, WangXian, Non-Cultivator AU, Emperor LXC, Concubine AU, Rumors, Humor, Politics, Extended family chaos)

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9. Hi ! Can u find me a fic? The summary is basically future wy transports to the past where everyone is basically stuck in this cafe and they solve their emotional trauma and after that is solved both wys go back to their own timeline and everyone lives and no one dies

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10. Hi there! Thank you so much for your great work!

I am looking for a fic that I am pretty sure was a Tumblr thread fic. In it WWX was kept with other prisoners in water and then Wen Ning was killed by water being poured over his face covered in paper.

It was not finished when I read it and I have not run into it again, so I really hopes it was continued.

Everyone's help is greatly appreciated!

is either by @besanii or @sarah-yyy

FOUND! Rebuttable Presumption by @/sarah-yyy

FOUND! Shattered Mirrors by @/besanii

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11. Hello there! I'm looking for a fic I just read but can't even find the post that recommended it -_-

It was in a modern setting but the same universe and lan zhan doesn't remember wei ying when he meets him as a substitute cultivator at the jiang clan. Turns out he was cursed with a mark behind his ear that made him forget wei ying completely. The curse was to cure a japanese h-something disease which was basically being super love sick and puking up flowers? @iwannhaveacoolone (do you mean Hanahaki? - Mod C)

FOUND! long have you been alone by martyrsdaughter (E, 56k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, Amnesia, Curses, Hanahaki Disease, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Workplace Relationship, Light Angst, Sexual Content, Mild Painplay, Overstimulation, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Light Bondage, Mild Gore, Mild Breathplay, Brief Mentions of WWX/Others and LWJ/Others, other relationships are past tense and off screen exclusively)

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12. Hii i dont know how to use tumbler properly so i decided to ask here. I am looking for two wangxian fanfcis.

A) The first one begins with wei ying and lan zhan's death - mo xuanyu's core is not strong enough to help wei ying reach immortality just prolongs his life. lan zhan decided he does not want immmortality if wei ying is not with him so lan zhan shares/sustains wei ying and himself with his golden core until he runs out of energy and they die toghether in the jingshi. However, next thing you know they are in the past. That is all i can remember

on the first one. I read it on ao3.

B) The second one i don't remember much - just that there is a part in the fanfic where wei ying finds out about lan zhans scars and how he got them. They end up in the cold spring/cold pond and wei ying somehow heals all of lan zhans scars using energy? while there. Not sure if it is spiritual or resentfull? After i know Lan zhan ends up in front of the gusu lan elders i don't remember why ther find out that wei ying has cured him/healed his back scars because they are gone - his back is smooth again and wei ying appears in front of the elders to threaten them no to hurt lan zhan. I am not sure how long is the fanfic but i know it doesnt revolve around this particular thing. Also read this one on ao3.

I am sorry for the errors in spelling english is nit my first language. Thank you in advance for finding the fanfics. @dacika98

12A)

FOUND? in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

12B)

FOUND? This one sounds like Silver & Gold by beeswaxing  (E, 162k, wangxian, post-canon, de-aging, fluff & angst, happy ending, fix-it of sorts, family bonding, established relationship, non-sexual intimacy, BAMF WWX, pining, protective WWX)

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13. It's been a while! It's boyfriend! (Hello again! - Mod C)

There's a fic that I have been trying to find for a while now and I forgot what it is about. All I remember is this:

- Madam Yu good so is the rest of the Jiang

- I think it's something about time travel fix it

-The Jiang Family + Wei Wuxian talking about Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling's weird naming of dogs and then they said something about Sect Leader Jiang naming the Sword suibian. Someone in the group said it runs in the family to which Jiang Cheng refuted it by saying his name and Yanli's name were good names. Madam Yu just laughed and said that it was her who named them and not Jiang Fengmian.

I'm sorry that's all I remember but anyway thank you in advance!!

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14. Hi, the fic i am looking for takes place post-canon. I think the focus point was A-Yuan trying to find out more about his past and coming to terms with his wen family and how they were treated by the other clans.

There is a scene where he sits on a roof with Jin Ling and they drink together. LSH talks about having problems with forgiving people he loves and JL gives him advice? I think they also apologize to each other and JL tells him to talk to Jiang Cheng.

Pretty sure I read it on AO3. The scene is just really stuck in my head and I would love to reread the fic bc I love A-Yuan trying to navigate the impact of all those relegation at the end of Canon have on his life. @fangirl-oracle

Hi, #14 was "history" by tongzhi on AO3. I found an old save of ao3 tabs and it was there, but thanks for looking <3

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15. Hello! I'm searching for this one fanfiction but I forgot what tags it had (I'm a doof I should've marked it read later sadge)

It's about WWX annoying LWJ so much that LWJ used the silencing spell on him not because WWX was breaking the rules, but because he was annoyed and the spell was too strong for him to break cuz it was put on out of strong emotion.

((I also remember SS saying something like "Oh the Great and Powerful second jade made a mistake, not feeling so great anymore don'tcha" or something along that lines))

Pls help me because I am lost at fic finding😭

FOUND! Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual, JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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16. Sorry to Bother, but can you find a fic for me? All I remember from the story is LWJ and WWX live in Gusu. One day LWJ goes to teach and WWX talks to A-Yuan and Jingyi. WWX told them he wanted to demonstrate his latest innovation, but before he could do so LWJ came with a letter from JC. The letter says that JC asked WWX for help to investigate "something". Then it was discovered that there was a man who practiced demonic cultivation and there was "something" that supported him. At the end of the story WWX managed to seal the "something" in a rock with his life force so that the "something" would not be able to escape. Thank you(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) @hjgn1010

FOUND! Hating Separation by thelamespaceace (T, 60k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Reconciliation, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Cultivation as Plot Device, Brotherly Love, In-Laws finding common ground, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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17. Hello, I'm looking for a fic where Wangxian is Princes in a modern world. It involves a social media post (insta/twitter/something?) from WWX and create gossips between Yunmeng and Gusu? WWX being oblivious as usual but in the end Wangxian is together. I think it has very amazing profiles with pictures in it for each Royalty/Kingdom/Palace and news/gossip/media articles in it. I think there's Nie Mingjue/Wen Qing/Jiang Cheng in it, maybe triangle love or political fake repationship?

FOUND? A Clear (Mis)Understanding by devinokaze (T, 73k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Social Media, Royalty, happy fic, Fluff, Just some light reading, Humor)

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18. hey i've been looking for this fic i read a while ago that i just cant find again.

I don't really remember what it was about but it was modern au and i remember there was a scene where wei wuxian meets lan xichen and then he's like "wow he is so perfect it makes me seem like a gremlin haha" and then lan wangji pulls out his phone and starts showing him embarrassing pictures of lan xichen like a live laugh love poster in his and meng yaos living room and a picture of him being extremely drunk at his engagement party bc he made an entire photo album with embarrassing pictures of lan xichen to show people.

I don't remember anything else tho, sorry, but maybe that sounds familiar to any of you. @razzleberryicedtea

FOUND! OMEGA GRAD STUDENT GETS PREGNANT: YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (E, 21k, wangxian, modern, ABO, past WWX/Other, mpreg, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, unplanned pregnancy, graduate school au, pining, falling in love, kid fic, fluff)

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19. hiii i have this fanfic i forgot the tags to 😅 in the ff wwx and jc were motorcycle racers and lan zhan was a sponsor i think. in one of the races wwx gets into a accident because of jin zixun and his motorcycle slams into him and gets him into a hospital. i remember a baby jin ling being really worried and same goes to a-yuan. i hope you can help me and thank you so much!!! @vicleey​

FOUND! Let's you and me go on a ride by rinsled05 (T, 21k, wangxian, modern, racing au, bikers, motoGP, romance, falling in love, love confessions, brotherly love, fluff, hurt/comfort, love at first sight)

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20. Hi can you help me find a wangxian fic wherein wei ying got save from falling of the cliff and he didn't die, he live with his master in the mountains he has been given another name because he got an amnesia

FOUND? The Porcelain Lotus of Yunmeng by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 16k, wangxian, JC pov, amnesia, JC & WWX reconciliation, LWJ pov)

iirc involves Baoshan Sanren and Lan Yi saving him. He either had received a core from a Wen remnant or bssr transferred her own. He learns to cook while having amnesia and wears clothes that have talismans sewn into him that disguise his appearance.

FOUND? Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is WangXian's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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[hollyhomburg]

Do any of the pack members besides m/c and yoongi have contact with their families/parents/siblings? Do they have good relationships with them?

i think they have varying degree of contact between their families, hobi and his parents had a falling out during his time with his last pack- partially orchestrated by them i think tbh, it's kinda hinted at in the last chapter but i bet he calls his parents like 2-3 times a year.

i think jk and his parents probably call every few days, he probably hops on a train to go see them once or twice a month. but since they know he's well taken care of they kinda have a bit more of a lax parenting style with him, they've definitly heard a fuck ton about the m/c at this point. and i bet jin calls them whenever jk has a seizure and gets him on the phone with them just so that they know he's safe. i don't think they'd meet the m/c until like- christmas time or so- idk i love the idea of them being very accepting of jk's big ass pack being a small couple that they where. i think jk's alpha parent is like- super fucking mello mostly because one of his parents was a beta and because of that he and yoongi have always vibed.

Namjoon does keep in contact with his family- as i've mentioned before- he came from an absolutely massive like small town sized pack. i'm thinking the pack was 4 omegas and 4 alphas that all kinda raised their kids/fucked until they wheren't quite sure who belonged to who.

Namjoon's biological omega mother is dead though- i'm thinking she got a concussion and just...never woke up. i don't think namjoon ever talks about it but i think he was probably the one who found her, which is why he decided he wanted to go into medicine in the first place.

His parents are also kinda like the definition of hippies- like the'd be more likely to apply mud to a cut then put a bandaid on it. like in my mind they probably have nudeweeks and go out and commune with nature and do mushrooms a fuck ton. they're not exactly the same type of people and because of that namjoon moved a great distance away. the pack proably all travels to meet them at one point for namjooon's pack alpha's 60th birthday or something- but jin and yoongi probably met them all shortly after meeting. i bet yoongi embraced the lifestyle a little too much and they where all glad to go back home after a crazy weekend.

Namjoon probably has upwards of 10 or so siblings, he checks in on the omega ones more often than the alpha ones (the alpha ones where always a little bit more competitive with namjoon in my mind) in my head he probably has a little omega brother he helped through college a little bit, maybe a tad bit financially and more with the studying. i get the idea of jin and yoongi dropping them off meals every few weeks or during finals- just being cute and looking after them.

as it's already mentioned tae and jimin's families disowned them, however i do think that tae's mom tries to reconnect with her a few years down the line shortly after she and the m/c have their first pup. probably on accident like- running into tae and the m/c while they're at the grocery store. And tae makes a split second decision not to allow them to meet. there would be something in tae that didn't get it until that moment- but now she does because she'd do anything for the m/c's little pup- for any of the packs pups- she'd rather die than let any of them be treated the way her mother treated her. And tae decides that she has all the family she'll ever need- that her mother doesn't get to know her pups.

one of the reasons why i don't mention their families alot in bily is because it would just get way way way too complicated and long, but thank you for asking about it!

[lilredghost]

baby bestie because i read chp 14 so late im feeling like its my birthday, that i get chp 15 so early!! can i just quickly take the moment to scream about the dream scene??? all those little tells that maybe this isnt right (inception vibes). this was so brilliant

also obi's downward spiral about if anakin loves him or married himbeacuse he is an alpha IM CRYING WITH HIM OH GOD WHAT IF OBI NEVER CLAIMED HE WAS AN ALPHA AND STILL RULED OBIKIN WOULD NEVER HAVE MET PLS

Obi-Wan has had a hard time keeping his head on straight, this last week. A harder time than usual, anyway.

A side effect of all the stress, perhaps. babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason

Anakin's hand has settled on his thigh; it grips him tight, bold and claiming, under the table.

Obi-Wan wonders if it will leave bruises.

The fingers creep closer— not further up but further in, ghosting the edge of the scent gland there— and Obi-Wan has to swallow back his arousal, trying to focus on Luminara. oh he's so jealous thisis such a good thing to read in fics but somehow such a red flag irl uk ill read any fic if it says possesive anakin

He feels like he’s back in his wedding finery, wondering why his fiancé won’t look at him.

His husband won’t look at him. i cried then for obi-wan and im crying for now poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass and now he knows anakin may never have married him????? i love it when u put obi-wan thru the horrors

im just gonna very casually read thru the rst of the fic again cause i simply love the writing style in this and i have creative writing hostel championship coming up so. uk. i would really like to write as well as you

(Referring to ch 15 of Their fragrance came from you)

Baby!! I had so much fun with the dream scenes honestly!! I felt so evil writing it but it was so so satisfying (summary of this whole chapter honestly). My aim with those slightly wrong things was that you wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was just Obi-Wan's unreliable narration at work (especially because he often has moments where he's caught up in something and "doesn't quite remember"/"didn't realize" something happened), or if there was actually something wrong! I also thought about having the whole dream sequence in italics, but I wanted the reader to take Obi-Wan's introspection about not being an alpha seriously.

And the repetition of things which happened in the dream, but slightly different… idk what drove me to do that, but I'm soooo happy I did. I think it adds so much flavor in showing how Obi-Wan perceives the world (or how he fears it to be) vs. how it actually is!

Ahhh the concept of Obi-Wan openly being the first omega ruler from the beginning! He would have come out sooo much less depressed 🥺🥺 (But maybe, in some ways, more stern? He has to show that he's not soft just because he's an omega, after all!) I love to think that in an AU like this, Stewjon and Tatooine still needed that mutual help so they went to make an alliance. But since there's no immediate candidate that's obvious for marriage, Tatooine doesn't write anything about marriage in their terms, hoping it will pass under the radar (it does). They settle instead on a sort of cultural exchange where Anakin will come spend some time in Jedha and then later Obi-Wan will go and visit Mos Espa. And hey, two omegas in positions of power… working closely together…. Obi-Wan gets to be Anakin's friend without jumping through all the hoops. Anakin gets to learn all about Obi-Wan's secret dreams of marriage. And then Obi-Wan's heat rolls around, and Anakin offers to help, and-- Well, the rest is history!

"babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason" ALFKJSDLKFJSKJ THE WAY I CACKLED. She IS maham anga's character for a reason, but not this reason!!

The grade of suppressants Obi-Wan is taking are only meant to be used in the short term (a few years, with medically scheduled heats once or twice a year) in cases where it's not safe for an omega to be having heats. Otherwise, he should be taking regular-strength suppressants (with that same caveat of medically scheduled heats once or twice a year, along with a full detox every five or so years).

But uh. He's been taking them for twenty years. One medical heat a year, to mimic an alpha's biorhythm. No detoxes. It's a wonder his suppressants hadn't failed up until this point already. On top of all that is the new stimulation that he's getting from Anakin, which has his body trying to react like an omega (like Anakin's mate!!) and so it's also actively fighting through the suppressants rn. They're definitely failing, but they're failing slowly enough that he hasn't noticed. ((Also the idea that they'd fail is so inconceivable to him…. he's definitely not a doctor, lol))

I get you on the jealousy honestly I would HATE if someone did that irl but I'm such a fucking sucker for it in fiction. Anakin will cool down about it once he feels more secure, but I feel like it's necessary for his character to go through that development rather than being chill about Luminara from the get-go.

"poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass" LITERALLY 😭😭 I wrote a post a while back about how Obi-Wan didn't want to tell Anakin about his designation yet because he was too afraid of losing him. But now (he thinks) he's lost Anakin already!!

Luckily, Anakin will convince him that he wants to stay. So yes I'm putting Obi-Wan through the horrors, but. Ultimately it's so that he can heal and move on

And I'm so happy you like my writing style, I think it's really grown into itself (and grown on me, too) over the course of the fic! Good luck on your writing competition -- I'm sure you'll do well 💖💖

[bbgmessi]

It’s a lot of thoughts I shall give you a list

1. Alpha Jude coming to City and Erling is estatic. It’s 100% platonic though and Jude is a respectful alpha but Erling’s alpha odegaard is THREATENED. Making sure to scent erling extra if he can smell Jude on him, ruining the boys plans to hang out and being combative in person. Erling has to pull martin aside to assure him that that he ans Jude are just friends and martin and Jude make up and become besties.

2. O!julian and o!erling having a nice day in Manchester. That’s it, they go for lunch, walk in the park get Starbucks ans social media is loosing their fucking minds because they’re the cutest couple ever.

3. Omega foden riding the fuck out of omega erling then switching off bc erling needs relief too

4. Asking alpha!odegaard to come help bc he’s the only one they trust

5. I love kid fics what about o!erling x another omega (Jude or whoever) parenting a kid!!(maybe it’s foden bc he had a kid or like the omega who isn’t erling Carries them) ans they switch off on who’s watching the baby, w child care ans their parents help and they fall in love bc they don’t need an alpha to be a family.

So yeah thanks for that lol

literally thank YOU. i love these thoughts 😭

1. poor martin being jealous he has no idea where it came from bc before jude he didn’t worry about anyone but erling just likes jude So Much he feels left out… and he doesn’t know how to talk about it and erling has to tell him to CHILL. and it’s a touchy subject bc martin does need reassurance too, he wants to feel like he’s enough for erling 😔

2. o/o julian and erling are growing on me so much there’s so much i could use their differences to say and they’d be SO cute. media accepting them a little more bc they can assign the traditional gender roles to them even if it means they’ll basically view erling as an alpha without letting him get any of the privileges that come with it… poor julian just wanting to hang out w his boyfriend but no one will shut up about it… the social media o/o omegas would have the time of their lives though, literal otp

3. their relationship starting out as purely fwb when erling says he’s gay and foden just wants to try, like he’s only been with alphas before but erling is big and strong and warm and protective… and slowly but surely foden learns how it feels to be on both ends of the strap on… and they dance around it for a while until erling is like. this is a date? yeah . yeah it is

4. im not sure if u meant they as in erling and foden but good alpha martin…. YEAH. erling being like no yeah i know a guy who can help. and it’s fucking ødegaard? phil would pass out lol. but martin is very chill about it and all relaxed and it helps phil calm down and idk what the vibes would be in a threesome bc martin is the one erling is usually needy with but also there’s another omega there too maybe he steps up for a while first to then be brought down… many thoughts

5. aww o/o family building, everyone worries what the kid will do growing up without an alpha and erling is like well he’ll probably be better off statistically… and everyone loses their mind lol. but also erling who never really wanted kids mostly bc he was rly scared off it and he was so tired off everyone asking him about it and encouraging him to not go on the implant and think about how football would affect his fertility and he was just like 🙄 but then he gets with phil and he already has his kid and he just… kinda likes being a parent in ways he never thought😭

[sgt-seabass]

okay i cant talk about this with anybody else so forgove the word vomit im about to do

gosh i just want to say you really got me with 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖!!! ive never rooted for a character so much and you got me believing omega was gonna be different but the way you described her downfall was just so good i didnt have any reason to object it and when she was just accepting it because of the pain and everything shes feeling i was also just accepting and and gosh you broke my heart in the best way i love you so much<3 and although i am happy for omega finding some acceptance and peace with what she has i just cant stop imagining the nightmares and the way deep inside omega is always gonna be scared and resentful of nick because of the life she couldve had with james 😫😭😔

+ and ohhmyy i just now that james would appear in her memory sometime and ohhh specially when she has kids!!!!!! can you imagine if she named the kid james lmaoooo the fucking angst yow like reader couldve forgot james because of stockholm syndrome but then when her pup was a boy immediately when she has him she just say james and look at nick with glimmering eyes because she didnt even mean it to spite him it just came naturally and nick would finally realize that even though he has her as his thats just it a simple possession not really love

+ another idea in my head that keeps replaying is omega having that genuine fear in her no matter how long or loving nick has become lets say he moved too fast? omega. will. flinch. he shouts at somebody else? omega. will. start. crying. he tried to discipline the kids? omega will fucking beg him not to hurt them!!!!! and ohhh the domino effect on that like imagine their children seeing their beloved sweet caring mom begging for their dad not to hurt them even if he hadnt and they will start looking at their dad strangely to disgustingly as they grow up because they start piecing things together 😭😭😭

really i just want nick to hurt lmao but anywhore idk what route you’re gonna go with this au but just so you know i am so here for it!!! break my heart and do whatever you want honey i love you so much<3

- a fan kdjdicnidncxksmx

oh my gosh what an ask to wake up to.

I’m blown away by your passion for the series. It really warms my heart and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. when times are tough, which they often are, it’s engagement like this that keeps me creating. thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed following puppy on her journey from independent, living her own life, to Nick’s omega.

your ideas into the AU are really wonderful, and I love hearing where your mind has gone with it. while I’ve mentioned in passing Nick and puppy having kids down the line, because they would, it’s not something I would personally write. I don’t write fics that have children as characters, just my personal thing. but, I agree that it would be an interesting dynamic for sure. It’s something Nick certainly isn’t interested in at the current point in the AU. there’s too much going on in his life, new omega, flourishing career, all that jazz.

plus, not having them for a number of years means that life with puppy will be domesticated at that point, and he might not actually run into many issues with her. he’s creating a life partner for himself, and his plan is to have her happy with him. he wants a happy omega on his terms. while her fear is fun, it’s a novelty that would wear off for Nick. in the end he wants a doting partner, which he is creating step by step with the support of his friends and colleagues.

there definitely is an innate fear when Nick raises his voice though. even in her most stockholmed state, hearing a prime alpha yell is something that would even have alphas shivering. Nick is the kind of alpha that exudes dominance, so he’s intimidating regardless of the history.

I fucking love you, thank you for this ask. it’s made my fucking year. I can’t wait to share more of the AU with you.

[luminnara]

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two...”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

Even if you were heavily, heavily pregnant. They’d probably have something to say about you leaving the house and waddling around Musutafu with only Eri as company, but you were tough enough to fend for yourself. And besides, it was only a quick train ride to the station outside the school, and if you did get yourself into any kind of trouble, the city was chock full of pro heroes and their sidekicks, many of whom you were on a first name basis with. 

“Eri!” you called, grabbing a bag to carry the boxes in. “Are you dressed yet? We’re going to visit UA!”

You could heard a thump, followed by the sound of little feet thudding as she ran to meet you. When she appeared in the doorway, her eyes were wide with excitement, her long hair falling around her shoulders messily. “Yes!”

“Go brush your hair and then we’ll go,” you laughed, ushering her towards the bathroom. 

“Why are we going?” the little girl called. 

“Hizashi and Shota left their lunches,” you explained. “We’re bringing them so that the food doesn’t go to waste.”

“Can we visit Deku and Togata?”

You paused to think. You hadn’t actually met any of Shota and Hizashi’s students before, your alphas always preferring that you stay home and away from the sometimes dangerous school they taught at. Well, you knew Hitoshi, of course, and since he had yet to move into the dorms on campus, he still lived at home with the rest of the family. At least he had remembered to grab his lunch. Would your adopted son be embarrassed to see you appearing at his school? Hitoshi always carried himself in a very collected manner, and the thought of being able to show up and pinch his cheeks and coo at him made you laugh. 

And you knew that everyone in Class 1-A would be over the moon to see Eri. The little girl that had been rescued from Overhaul was popular amongst the young heroes-in-training, from what you’d heard, and if you were going to go all the way to UA, you’d be damned if you didn’t let her see her friends there. 

“Of course we can,” you said with a smile as she came running back in, her hair significantly less tangled. “Ready?”

“Ready!” she beamed up at you.

“Do me a favor and carry this?” you offered her the tote you’d tucked the bento boxes into and she took it from you eagerly, bouncing towards the door. 

You grabbed your purse, made sure your keys were inside, and followed her out, taking her free hand. Together, the two of you made your way to the nearest train station, a few neighbors waving hello as you passed. There were no villains to be seen or head of, and the pros you saw out on patrol all looked happy and relaxed. They all knew who you were, some of the betas and omegas approaching to chat about your pregnancy and ask how things were going. The alphas hung back, calling greetings or offering waves, none of them wanting to get too close to a pregnant, mated omega and risk the wrath of your alphas if their scents happened to cling to you. 

The journey went smoothly, Eri sticking close to your side the entire way. You were both excited to be going to visit UA--Eri, because she would get to see Deku and Mirio, and you because you hadn’t been to the school in years--and as you stepped off the train and the gates finally came into view, you let out a happy laugh. 

“Ready?” you asked Eri, leading her towards the entrance. 

“Mhm!” she nodded eagerly, pulling you forward. “Let’s go! Let’s go let’s go let’s go--”

“Hang on, hang on,” you waddled after her as quickly as you could, fishing around in your purse. When you finally found what you were looking for, you pulled out an ID card, holding it up towards the sensor atop the UA Barrier gate. “You have your card?”

“Yep!” Eri said, grabbing the card hanging from the lanyard around her neck and mimicking you. 

“Special ID accepted,” a robotic voice chimed. “Welcome to UA High, (y/n) and Eri.”

The gate opened and you led Eri through it, the big school looming just past it. The special ID cards you both had were a result of Shota insisting that you be able to get to UA if you ever needed to. With the upgraded security measures, and so many of the students living in the dorms, it wasn’t easy getting onto the campus without either a student or guest card. You probably technically weren’t even supposed to have one, but no one was going to argue with Aizawa and Yamada when it came to ensuring their omega would be able to get to them in case of emergency.

This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but it was still an important mission, so you had absolutely no qualms about using your special ID privileges today. You just hoped nobody else would be mad about it.

 “Hey, is that Eri I see?” a voice called. 

You turned to see a blond haired, blue eyed boy jogging towards you and recognized him as Togata. He was dressed in a PE uniform, and as he stopped in front of you, you could see that he was panting. 

Eri immediately set the bag down and rushed toward him, running into his open arms. “Lemillion!”

Mirio laughed as he scooped her into a hug. “What are you doing here? Aizawa didn’t mention anything about a visit!”

“Aizawa forgot his lunch today,” you said, nodding towards the bag Eri had dropped. “So we thought we’d bring it and visit.”

Mirio straightened up a bit when he realized you were there. You had to be absolutely covered in your alphas’ scents, and even if they never told any of the students about you, there was no way that Mirio hadn’t figured it out by now. Besides...your bond marks were very big and very visible, one on each side of your neck just below your scent glands. There was no way Mirio didn’t know what that all added up to. 

You had never officially met him, but you’d heard plenty about all of UA’s Big Three, and after he and Deku saved Eri from the Shie Hassaikai, you’d heard even more about him. He was selfless, going so far as to sacrifice his own quirk to keep Eri safe and get her away from Overhaul, and for that, you’d always feel a little indebted to him. He’d luckily been able to get it back, but Aizawa had told you that there had been a long period in which nobody was sure it could even be returned to him. 

“Oh, s-sorry!” he bowed to you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced! I’m Togata Mirio, I was there at the Shie Hassaikai raid--”

“I’ve heard plenty about you,” you laughed as he straightened up again. “I’m (y/n). I’m the stay at home omega that keeps Shota and Hizashi from starving all the time.”

Mirio’s laugh was probably one of the most raucously happy sounds you had ever heard. “We’re all grateful for that! As for me, personally, I’m really glad Eri has such a great mom now, too. And you’ve got more on the way!”

“Sure do,” you groaned, a hand on your lower back as you tried to lean and stretch it out some. “Due date’s in just a couple weeks. Can’t wait to get ‘em outta here.”

“Well, at least you already know how to do the parenting part!” Mirio was still all smiles as Eri grabbed for his hand and he took it, picking up the tote bag as well. “Come on, it’s my free period so I’ll take you to 1-A’s classroom.”

“Thank you, Togata,” you said, hand on your belly as you followed him into the school. 

“It’s no problem!” he beamed at you over his shoulder as he led the way. “It’s almost lunch, too. Perfect timing!”

“Is it really?” you glanced up at a clock on the wall, and sure enough, it was nearly noon. “Wow. Guess we took longer than I thought. But...ugh, I didn’t bring any food for myself or Eri...”

“That’s no problem! Lunch Rush always has tons of options in the Grand Mess Hall.” at your slight glare, Mirio added, “...But I’m sure even his best cooking is no substitute for a homemade meal!”

“That’s right,” you growled, waddling along down the hall. 

When the three of you reached the 1-A door, Mirio used his permeation quirk to stick his head straight through it rather than knocking, and judging by the resounding scream of surprise that nearly shattered the windows, he had scared Hizashi half to death.

Mirio pulled back and opened the door, revealing a room full of groaning students, all clutching their ears. Hizashi was the only one who seemed unbothered by the sheer volume of the scream he had let out, clutching his chest instead. 

“Why can’t you knock like a normal person, dumbass?” a blond boy snarled. 

“Bakugou! You shouldn’t swear in front of esteemed upperclassmen!” a black-haired boy with glasses said. 

“It’s not just me you’re swearing in front of!” Mirio said, still smiling, like always. With a nod of his head, he tugged Eri into the room.

Everyone lit up, and you even caught Bakugou’s harsh expression softening some at the sight of her. 

“Eri!” a freckly, green haired boy exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. 

“Deku!” the little girl yelled happily, letting go of Mirio’s hand to run towards him.

You watched as he knelt down to greet her, the rest of the class all getting up, or at the very least leaning over in their seats to say hello. All except Hitoshi, who looked up, made eye contact with you, started to roll his eyes, and then sighed. 

Oh, you were so going to embarrass him today. 

Hizashi was still trying to catch his breath, but now, with the students all distracted by Eri, he finally had a chance to notice you. You could see his nostrils flare as he recognized your scent, his head whipping around to spot you standing there in the door.

“BABE!” he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug. 

“Hi, Hizashi,” you laughed into his shoulder, clinging to his jacket as he rubbed his scent gland over your hair. 

He immediately pulled back, holding you at arm’s length as he looked you over. “What’re you doing here? Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckled. When he glanced down at your swollen belly, you added, “we’re fine.”

He let out a relieved breath. “Okay. Okay, good. Had me worried there for a sec.”

“They came to bring you lunch!” Mirio said, holding up the bag he had carried in for you. “I ran into her and Eri outside while I was out for my daily jog.”

“Togata here was very helpful,” you said. “He even carried that bag for us.”

“Gotta help everyone who needs it, whenever I can!” the teenager gave you a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Mirio.” Hizashi said, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. “Means a lot to me that my family stays safe.”

“Family?”

You turned to see all of Class 1-A staring at you. 

Hizashi cleared his throat, the sound practically echoing. “Everybody, this is my mate.”

The room suddenly erupted. 

“Who is she?”

“Is she a pro?”

“Can’t believe anybody would put up with him...”

“Bakugou, quiet! Don’t be rude!”

“But, wait...” Deku said, still kneeling with Eri. “I thought Eri’s been living with Mr. Aizawa..?”

The students all glanced to each other before their eyes swiveled to you and Hizashi. 

“Oh, Hizashi,” you teased. “You never told them?”

“I, uh...” a slight pink tinged his cheeks as he blushed.  

Luckily, before he had the chance to stumble over his words any longer, he was saved by the appearance of a very tired, very disgruntled, Eraserhead. 

“What the hell is going on and why the hell are you screaming in my classroom?” he growled from the doorway. 

Hizashi turned the two of you to face him, and you saw the anger immediately drain from Aizawa’s face. 

“...What are you doing here?” he asked, his bloodshot eyes full of concern. “Everything okay?”

“Hi, Papa!” Eri chimed from her spot next to Deku. 

“...Hello, Eri. Why are you also here?”

“You both forgot your lunches,” you said, practically scolding them. “I worked hard on those!”

“So you came all the way here just to bring us lunch? You realize we have an entire cafeteria here, right?”

“Don’t even think about it,” you growled. 

“You shouldn’t be walking across Musutafu without at least Hitoshi with you. It’s too dangerous.”

At the mention of his name, everyone’s heads swiveled to look at Shinso. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and dragging a hand down his face. 

“You know, if you wouldn’t forget the lunches that I so lovingly put all that hard work into, I wouldn’t even have to go all the way across Musutafu to bring them to you.” you said haughtily, nose up in the air as you stared your alpha down. “And besides...you know better than anyone that I can take care of myself, and Eri, no matter how pregnant I am.”

Aizawa sighed. He knew there was no arguing with you when you got in a mood like this, and besides...you were already there. 

And you were right.

Before he could even come up with something to say, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for lunch, and soon, you were walking down the hall between your two alphas, Eri riding on Deku’s shoulders as Class 1-A flooded out along with you. 

You ended up sitting in the mess hall with the students, sandwiched between Hizashi and Shota. Shota didn’t seem entirely pleased with it, mentioning several times that he’d much rather be in the teachers’ lounge where it was quieter, but Eri was far too happy to be with Class 1-A for him to actually tear her away from them. She was across from you, sitting next to Deku and a brown haired girl you learned was named Ochako. Mirio had left to go find his own friends, the other two members of The Big Three, and you could see him just a few tables over, laughing loudly with a blue haired girl with a boy with pointy ears looked like he was trying to will himself out of existence next to them. 

“It’s so exciting that Mr. Aizawa has a whole family!” Ochako said. 

“And with Present Mic, too,” Tsu, the frog girl, said from her spot next to her. 

“How long have you been together?” the pink girl, Mina, asked.

“Don’t ask so many personal questions! We should respect their privacy.” Iida said, in true class rep fashion. 

When Shota only offered a grunt in reply, too focused on his lunch to actually talk with his homeroom class, and with Hizashi already stuffing his face, you took it upon yourself to chat. 

“Oh, I don’t mind the questions!” you said with a good natured laugh. “I met Hizashi and Shota when we all went to school together. Then we lost touch, because I...well, I sort of...chose a different life path than they did.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Hizashi slurped up his soba. 

“Here.” you looked up to see Hitoshi had brought you and Eri each a tray of food, setting them down in front of the two of you. 

“You’re so good to your mother,” you cooed, reaching up to grab his cheek. 

He dodged you expertly, ducking out of the way and going to sit with Bakugou and his friends on Deku’s other side. You narrowed your eyes at him, making sure he knew that he couldn’t run forever, and as Denki watched the exchange, he spoke up. 

“...Wait. You didn’t become a pro hero?” he asked. 

“I took the hero course here at UA.” you explained, grabbing your chopsticks. “I ended up dropping out before graduation. This is actually my first time back since then.”

“So...” Deku seemed nervous. “Were you, uh...”

“A villain?” you asked. 

When he nodded quickly, you laughed and offered a nod of your own. 

“Yeah, I suppose I was. My quirk used to be wild, and hard to control...I got so frustrated when I wasn’t making any progress with it that I decided to just leave school. I was mad at everyone, and I fell in with people who felt the same way. One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, I’m running from the loudest, most obnoxious pro hero in the city.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Hizashi, who was doing his best not to choke on his lunch. 

“And he never caught me,” you said adoringly, leaning against his shoulder. 

“I never caught you on my own,” he corrected. 

“Made my ears bleed a few times, I think.”

“Yes, and I don’t regret that.” he pressed a cute, fluttery little kiss against the tip of your nose. “You were absolutely going to kill me.”

“Not absolutely!” you protested. 

“I had to rescue him.” Aizawa spoke up, his voice gruff and tired, like always. “Had to cancel your quirk and keep you tied down until the others could get to us.”

You smirked at your first memory of his scarf and what it could do, and as you did so, he realized that he had just admitted to tying you up with it in front of his idiot students.

“And that’s when I fell in looooove,” you grabbed his arm, batting your lashes at him obnoxiously. 

“Not another word.” he growled. 

The students were all staring at you with wide eyes. All except Hitoshi, who was rolling his. 

“I guess you could say I was reformed,” you said, grabbing some noodles. “Then one thing led to another, and...here we are.” You patted your belly. 

“That’s so romantic,” Mina sighed, leaning her chin on her hand. 

“What’s your quirk?” Ochako asked. 

“I could show you!” you said eagerly, moving to stand.

“Absolutely not.” Shota held onto your arm and forced you to sit down again. “You are due in two weeks. No nonsense until after the pups are born.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. 

“Fine,” you mumbled with a sigh. “I never get to have fun anymore.”

“But pups are so exciting!” the invisible girl, Hagakure, said. 

“Yeah!” Mina agreed. 

Then, the rest of the girls bombarded you with questions. 

“How many are you having?”

“What day are they coming?!”

“Can we meet them?”

“Mr. Aizawa, please can you bring them in to the dorms??”

“--But Mr. Aizawa, this is the safest place in Japan. There’s no way anything bad would happen to them--”

“--And besides, (y/n) has a super strong quirk, right? She said so!”

“Come on, just let us see the brats when they’re old enough to travel.”

The sound of Bakugou’s voice had everyone staring at the blond boy. 

“...What?” he bristled. “It’s not like I care, I just want the girls to shut up.”

“Uh huh. Sure, Bakugou.” Kirishima snorted. 

“...maybe.” Aizawa relented, eager to shut them all up. 

That was enough for the girls, and they immediately began talking chattering about the cutest baby clothes, the best toys, and then the differences between their own upbringings. You enjoyed listening to them throughout the rest of lunch, and by the time the hour had ended, you were sad to be leaving. 

“Hang on, hang on,” Hizashi said as you took Eri’s hand to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home,” you furrowed your brow. “Why?”

“We told you,” Shota said, standing with his hands in his pockets. “We don’t want you wandering around the city.”

“And I told you, I’m fine--”

“Just stay here for the rest of the day.”

“...What?”

“We’ll all go home together later.” Hizashi smiled. “You and Eri can hang out in the lounge. I bet Midnight would love to pester you about the bump, too.”

You smiled, walking towards your alphas. “Alright. Alright, yeah. That sounds nice.”

As Class 1-A lingered at the end of the hall, watching for as long as they could get away with, Denki elbowed Hitoshi in the side. 

“Dude, your mom is--”

“Don’t you dare say hot.” Shinso growled. 

“Actually, I was gonna say badass, but that too--”

The purple haired boy glared at him. “Shut up, Denki.”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

[animeomegas]

Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

AND

Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post ��� Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

 Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

 Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least.  With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it.  Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

[sugamamacustard]

Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

-

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

I’ll put a spell on you (Yandere!Omega!Izuku x alpha!Reader)

inspo was strange and beautiful (I’ll put a spell on you) by aqualung

a/n: boy oh boy,,,, this one is uh,,, 2k words,,,,

Summary: You were taking too long! What could Izuku do except find a spell to help speed things along? 

Or 

You and Izuku have been roommates for years, but you’re convinced he doesn’t like you and he’s determined to make you his.

warnings: big yandere themes,,, omegaverse obvi,,,, kinda drugging??? idk,,,, its a love spell but reader is already very in love w izuku just stupid aye,,,, very very mild nsfw themes,,,, cuts out b4 it gets too graphic, swearing, bonding, you get the picture,

“Seriously, Katsuki, you’ve gotten way too confident over the years. Was it because you needed a reminder of what it’s like to lose?” Your eyes scanned the blonde, eyebrow quirked as he struggled, “I can’t believe Shinso was right.” It was easy to block out the screams, your quirk always came in handy, even if it was just to shut him up, Rubbing your hands on your pants you turned around, eyes landing on the only other person. 

“Oh, good luck Midoriya!” You grinned, giving a small wave before you ran off.

You saw more of Izuku after that, the omega always seemed to be upgrading his costume, and Hatsume had almost killed you when he’d asked you to help with the designs. It was hard not to get close to the guy, and you’d tried your best! You didn’t have time for… for people! You needed to focus on your inventions. But Izuku was persistent, and you’d soon found yourself sitting with him and his friends at lunch. You weren’t the only alpha of the group, Iida and Todoroki shared your dynamic, a fact that didn’t seem to bother anyone. You were glad, you’d never really cared about dynamics, it was nice to be around people who shared that sentiment. You’d all graduated now, and surprisingly you and Izuku ended up sharing an apartment, you did work in the same area, it made sense at the time. 

“Are we still having dinner tonight?” Izuku peered into the bathroom, slight frown on his features as he observed you getting ready. 

“Yeah of course man, it’s just a lunch date so I’ll be back early.” You shrugged, using your quirk to bring your jacket over. 

“You could just ask me to get you your jacket.” Izuku shook his head, watching as the clothing floated over, bubble popping as your hand made contact.

“I know, it’s just a habit, I’ve always used it for little things.” You smiled as you put your jacket on, ruffling Izuku’s hair as you walked past. He was always fussing over you, or cooking, asking if you needed anything. It was cute, but you’d die before you admitted it. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, text me if you need anything.” You absentmindedly pressed a kiss to Izuku’s hair, waving before the door shut behind you.

“And you’re sure this’ll work?” Izuku frowned as he flipped the bottle in his fingers, it seemed too good to be true.

“Just like the label says, omega, it’ll make anyone fall in love with ya! As long as there’s already a spark, of course! And it could trigger… their time of the month. So watch out for that!” The lady smiled at him, dark purple hair framing her face. Her eyes matched, although the purple was much, much brighter, and almost seemed to glow. Izuku nodded, grabbing the cash out of his wallet and quickly passing it over before he said goodbye. He didn’t want to be caught there, what would the press say? What would you say? 

You ended up getting home late, much, much later than you planned. You’d run into friends on the way home, you hadn’t seen them in ages and well… you’d never been good at saying no. You’d texted Izuku, but he hadn’t responded, and maybe you’d stayed out later to avoid his wrath. 

“God, I’m gonna have to do something to make up for this… something good.” You mumbled as you walked into your apartment, hands running through your hair as you looked around. 

“Izuku? Honey I’m home!” You called, trying to lighten the tension you felt in the room. It didn’t work, and your heart was in your throat as you put your bag down. You hated disappointing people, and Izuku was always so good to you. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want anything.”

“”Oh actually I’m uh… not hungry…” You trailed off as you walked into the kitchen, Izuku turning around from making something to look at you. 

“Did you eat while you were out?” You must be crazy, there’s no way that was an edge to his voice.

“No actually! I just haven’t had any appetite lately.” 

“You know you need to try and eat even when you have no appetite. I made tea.” Just like that his voice was back to it’s usual tone, and he sat down in front of you, pushing a mug towards you. 

“Yeah I know. Thank you Izuku, you’re always so good to me. I’m so sorry about missing dinner but I ran into my friends coming home and they dragged me out and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay Y/n, we can have dinner tomorrow, just finish your tea and we’ll get you into bed, okay?” 

You were too drunk to disagree. 

You felt weird when you woke up. You weren’t hungover, but something was wrong. Was Izuku okay? Wait, why were you- you should make sure he’s okay. You were only in a shirt, you didn't remember changing last night, did Izuku help you? You barely remembered anything after you’d come home, you’d just talked, drank the tea, and then it was blank. The tea had been really good, it was weirdly sweet though, you had to admit. 

“Izuku? Are you awake?” You padded into the kitchen, squinting at how bright it was. 

“Of course, it’s already two, I didn’t want to wake you up.” You sighed when Izuku was there, safe and happy as he always was. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m just… hungover or something.” You slid into a chair, eyes trained on the omega as he pushed a banana and some water in front of you. “They’re good for hangovers.” 

“Thanks ‘Zu” 

“You’re going out?” You couldn’t keep the surprise from your voice, Izuku rarely went out unless he was working. 

“Yeah just a work thing! I’ll be back in no time!” The omega came over to where you were on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket because you still felt off. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“No of course not! I’ll be fine, it’s probably just a bug.” You did your best to smile, letting your friend hug you. He was about to pull away when you let your cheek brush against his scent gland, the action making you blush while Izuku smiled.

“I’ll see you when I get back!” 

This was awful, you’d been tortured, kidnapped, forced to deal with Katsuki, but this was far worse. You couldn’t explain it, but as soon as Izuku was out of your sight your anxiety had skyrocketed, and as much as you tried to fight it, you were pacing in front of the door. He should be back by now, or he should have texted! What if he’d gotten hurt, he didn’t tell you who he was going out with, what if- 

“Yeah Todoroki I’m okay, he was worse off than me anyway!” Your heart soared at Izuku’s voice and you were wrenching the door open without a second thought. A snarl ripped out of you when you took in your omega, sporting a few grazes and a bruised jaw that had not been there when he left. 

“What the fuck happened?” Your tone didn’t even sound like you, you sounded feral. Your hands quickly reached out, pulling Izuku into a hug and growling when Todoroki tried to say something. “You can leave, I’ve got him now.” 

Straight to your room was where you headed, gently sitting Izuku on the bed before you grabbed your first aid kit. Thank god it was only light injuries, you didn’t know what you’d do if something worse had happened. 

“Who did this?” 

“Just some random alpha tryna get too handsy, he’s in far worse shape than- are you okay?” Izuku’s tone turned concerned as you let out another growl, halfway through bandaging his hand. You couldn’t speak, you just needed to focus on this and- huh? Izuku was running his fingers through your hair, the action almost made you purr, surprisingly calming you down enough to finish patching him up. 

“I should have gone with you, I should have-” “Hey, Y/n, you couldn’t have done anything, it’s okay.” Izuku pulled you up to his level and you nodded, unable to stop how your hands shook. Izuku was so close, and he smelled so good, you just wanted to-

“Did you just lick me?” Izuku looked at you with wide eyes, only now taking in how lidded your own eyes were. A low growl bubbled up before you could stop it, and you were pushing the omega down on the bed and straddling him without a second thought. This had happened because of you. If you’d claimed Izuku sooner people would know he was yours, and he wouldn’t have to defend himself. Your teeth were an inch from Izuku’s neck when you pulled back, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don’t know what-” 

“I don’t want you to stop, please Y/n.” Izuku’s cheeks were tinged pink, and god why’d you have to sit right on his hips? You could already feel him getting hard.

“Oh god, did I send you into heat? Fuck I’m sorry, I’ve been on suppressants I didn’t real-” You started, it was taking everything you had not to lose it. Izuku looked so pretty, pupils blown out and cheeks already flushed. Why hadn’t you done this sooner? Fuck. You slowly leant down, willpower decreasing by the second, and then your lips were on his. A whimper left you at how good he tasted, you’d never tasted anything this good before! You wanted more! Izuku was made for you, this only proved it. You loved him so much. 

Why did your neck hurt so bad? The last thing you remembered was Izuku being injured and you patching him up. A whine made you open your eyes, disbelief shooting through you when you saw Izuku. He was covered in scratches and bites, only wearing your shirt, and sporting a bright red bite on his scent gland. Oh fuck, panic set in as you sat up. This was bad, even for you. You'd done it now, he'd want nothing to do with you. God what had happened to you last night? You were always in control, and as memories of how Izuku had sounded the night before wormed into your brain you couldn't stop your whole body flushing. The omega let out another whine, snuggling closer to your side as if he could sense how stressed you were. Well, he probably could now, the two of you were bonded. You'd completely ruined his life with your selfishness, bonds were incredibly hard to break and the pair would never be the same again. But you couldn't make him stay with you. Oh he'd want to move out wouldn't he? How could he not? You'd completely betrayed his trust and acted like every asshole alpha you hated so much. You should move too, maybe to America? Somewhere far away where you wouldn't bother anyone. Warmth stung your eyes and you realised you'd been crying, how much more pathetic could you get? Izuku was the one who should be upset! You'd ruined his life! Arms wrapped around you as you let out a sob, immediately trying to push the omega away, maybe you should just kill yourself and sever the bond like that- Then at least he’d be able to find someone he actually wanted to be with. 

“Alpha… why’re you upset…?” Izuku yawned as he sat up, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, or look at him. The worry you could sense through the bond made your stomach turn, you didn’t deserve his concern! You were horrible, you were-

“Alpha, c’mon, look at me… please?” Izuku’s voice broke and you turned to look at him, eyes zoning in on the mark you’d left on his neck. 

“I’m sorry- I triggered your heat and- and betrayed your-”

“Y/n, I love you, I wanted this, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Izuku cooed, pulling your head to his chest and running his hands through your hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was like a weight lifted off of your chest, like all the puzzle pieces fit together, he was all you’d ever need.

“I love you too, Izuku.”

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Maneater

Pairing: Dark Alpha Charles Blackwood x Omega Female Reader

Summary: Charles Blackwood is working as a butler to a wealthy family. While he loathes the head of the house, he has a soft spot for the Omega Nanny that's been with him through thick and thin.

You're the Omega Nanny. You also have a soft spot for the Alpha. However, you have secrets of your own. Ones that prevent you from being with the Alpha that you and your Omega desperately want as a Bondmate.

But one day, all of your secrets come out.

It doesn't bother Charles though. He wouldn't have you any other way.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. This work includes a Dark!Charles. Previous character deaths before and during are also mentioned. The Reader in this I wouldn't consider being dark, more of an antihero. This fic is also set in the 1950s, so there will be mentions of the Alpha/Beta/Omega society and mentions of social class differences. Past child abuse and murder are also heavily spoken about here. Because of the Dark!Charles in here, there is also a housewife kink, a breeding kink, and a virginity kink. Also some possessive/obsessive behavior from Charles? Idk, he's already terrible, and I'm not making him any better here, lol. There's also a flashback scene of Charles and the Reader having sex for the first time which interchange with the sex scene towards the end, so if any of these themes trigger you, please click off.

Additional Notes: This was written for @nataliewritesinthedark! Love and appreciate ya! I've never seen We Have Always Lived In The Castle sadly, so I hope this Charles is okay for you! Hope you enjoy!

I'm also posting this on my AO3, and if you'd like to, you can read it here.

Apologies in advance for any writing mistakes, and if the summary sounds a little shitty. It's um... not one of my best moments, lol. I went a little crazy in this fic so... bestie, this is for you.

As always, minors, DNI. If you're a minor following my page, come back when you're of age, please.

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The first person you had killed was your father.

You had been eighteen.

Your parents had a dysfunctional marriage. Your father had been abusive. You had grown up as an only child. You had spent hours upon hours in your room, hearing your mother’s cries.

One day you just snapped.

You didn’t outright kill your father.

Not like that.

You had planned.

It had been a dark night. Your mother had been asleep in bed. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge that your parents started sleeping in different bedrooms after you had been five.

So with that in mind, you carried your father’s usual nightly tea and gave it to him. Put it on his nightstand before you quietly told him to have a good night. The very next morning, your nanny had found your father as usual. Helped him get ready. The day had gone as usual.

But three days later, your nanny had found him dead in his bed. Police had told your mother that it had been a heart attack.

You never really did tell her that you slipped something into your father’s tea. You weren’t brash. You were thoughtful. Cunning.

You didn’t have any ambition though. You weren’t a freaking gold digger.

There was a part of you though.

Your Omega.

Your Omega desperately wanted an Alpha. A Pack. Pups. A good litter of pups. She wanted to please, to serve her Alpha. She had enough of you working as a nanny, bouncing from job to job, helping abused wives escape their marriages by killing their abusive husbands. She knew you didn’t do it for the money.

You just did it so no one would ever have to suffer like your mother.

Ever again.

A certain pair of footsteps made you turn from where you were gathering up the head of the house’s tea.

Charles.

Up was your Omega.

Alpha. Alpha is here.

“Did you just wake up?” you asked him in Italian. “No,” came his response, “Been up for an hour now. Larry’s awake.”

Ever since you came into the Buchanan household as a new maid, your sweet scent surrounding the place. Making Charles feel like he was at home again. It gave him happier memories with his parents. Up until they had passed, he had been on top of the world. But after they had passed, Charles had been left with nothing.

He had been traveling. Seeing new sights. The Alpha had been in Italy when he had gotten the news. Then he had to see his parents in their caskets, see them one last time.

His father had married underneath his class. So Merricat and Constance’s father, Charles’s uncle, had disowned his father. Cut him off. Charles hadn’t seen his uncle at the funeral, and nor had he seen his cousins at the funeral. He had seen his Uncle Julian. The other Alpha had quietly spoken his condolences, but by that point, Charles was far too gone.

His parent's death had been the last straw.

Charles found himself lost. He always knew he liked control. Liked having it. A very traditional man. He wanted an Omega. He wanted a big pack. A big litter of pups. He wanted an Omega who would be at home. Taking care of the household and making sure things were okay on that end. He wanted to work. Provide for his Omega and his pups.

Traditional. In every sense of the word.

That didn’t bother him.

What did bother him was the Head of the Buchanan household that he worked for. What he knew about Larry Buchanan were many things. The nearly sixty, bald, overweight man who had gotten a dad bod through years and years of alcohol abuse and a heavy voice from smoking, which made his scent very unpleasant. Charles couldn’t even smell the Alpha’s original scent anymore. That was how fucked up the man’s scent was.

Another thing that bothered him was the way Larry treated the Mrs. of the household. Poor Mrs. Buchanan had been so mistreated. Younger than her husband by nearly three decades, he saw the secret little bruises, purple and blue, that she covered with makeup. Whenever he’d drive the two to social gatherings, he’d watch her apply her powder before leaving the vehicle, thanking him and telling him to have a good night. He’d watch her whole entire personality change to be a Stepford wife. Cold, unmoving, all fake smiles whenever she would be around the upper-class parties.

In a way, Charles had gotten used to it. The upper-class and their ways of life. A way of survival, he had noticed after a while.

Charles had thought about killing the head of the house for a while. It had been a thought. It would’ve been easy. Simple. Maybe poisoning his tea, or slitting his throat while he slept. Charles could feign suicide. All of his problems would be solved.

But then you had come along.

Every plan had been cut in its tracks.

You watched him as his hand came to cup your face, making you look up into those eyes.

If you could describe Charles Blackwood’s scent, the first thing that would come to mind would simply be daddy issues. Then the scent of oud wood would follow up, with the slightest bit of cinnamon. Then vanilla. Either way, his scent was intense, and all it made your Omega do was preen.

Bitch.

You could not afford her being horny right now.

It was far too early for any of that shit.

“No.”

Charles cocked an eyebrow. Raised just one eyebrow. It made your Omega tremble.

“Don’t start doing this again. I already told you Charles- I have baggage, alright? Too much baggage. I care about you, Charles. I really do. I want this, I really do. Jumping out of this hellhole with you and into the sunset and all of that stuff, yes. Yes, yes. But I just… I can’t, okay? I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

Charles’s nostrils flared. You could see it. You could sense his disapproval. You could feel those distressed pheromones come off of him. How his scent flared up. Your Omega whined at you to apologize. Bare your neck up in forgiveness. It was either that, or you would get down onto your knees and plead for forgiveness for lying to your Alpha like that.

In truth, all in all, Charles was hurt.

The two of you had come to an understanding.

You knew he wanted to court you. You knew he wanted to marry you. You knew he wanted pups with you. A Pack. A family. Maybe somewhere in the suburbs, with a white picket fence, and a dog to chase your pups around.

Or other words, what America would conceive as the good ol American Dream.

But you weren’t normal.

Neither was Charles.

An aching in your chest came when you eventually put the teapot down in the middle of the platter, grabbing the two sides. To keep yourself steady. The sounds of the teacups shifting and moving on top of the tea plates were all you could hear as you walked past Charles.

One of his hands grabbed your bicep. It made you turn your head.

“I want to take you out tonight. Just you and me. We’ll see that new movie you’ve been wanting to see. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, right?”

That had got your attention completely. Eyes still trained on him, looking into those baby blues, you gave Charles a nod. Eyes warm at the thought that he actually remembered. He remembered your enthusiasm when you had heard of the movie from one of the neighbors. All Charles had told you afterwards, grumbling was that Delores needed to keep her mouth shut. That had earned an eye roll from you, your response basically being that it was nice that Delores was giving out movie recommendations.

“You remembered.” A smile was tugging its way towards your lips.

“Course I did,” Charles responded gruffly, “Ya haven’t shut up bout the movie since Delores was runnin’ her mouth about it since last week, darling.”

You couldn’t help it.

You couldn’t help your Omega, really.

Your cheeks colored in embarrassment.

Charles, with his signature little smirk, made you give him a look. Nearly spluttering, “What have I said with the pet names, Charles?”

“Not to use them during work hours,” was what the butler replied smoothly as he guided you towards the staircase that would lead to the Mr and Mrs rooms.

“Yes. And it’s still work hours.” You shot back as you headed upstairs.

Charles’s laughter followed you upstairs. He saw you flipping him off as you walked upstairs.

Now left alone, Charles could think. While wearing one of his looser shirts and his slacks.

He could feel it in his bones. As he watched you walk up the stairs, your sweet-smelling scent that reminded him so much of the baked goods you’d make during the holidays waft up to his nose, he could feel it.

He could feel it now. His feet carried him back to his room- the Butler's room, he was deep in his thoughts.

Today was the day. Charles pulled his loose shirt over his head, sliding his pair of slacks on, with a button-up shirt. He recognized it as his yellow one. Running his fingers through his hair, he realized that he would need to take a bath before leaving to watch the movie with you.

That was fine.

He would do that later.

But today.

Today was going to be a very special day indeed.

Later that morning…

“Yes, Mrs. Buchanan. I’ll go and get that for you. Yes, Charles is waiting outside. To take you to the- yes. I’ll get right on that, ma’am.”

Your hand came to push back a piece of stray hair that had gotten in your face. You were looking at the young Mrs. Buchanan, watching as the lady of the house emerged from her bed.

It had been no secret that Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan didn’t sleep in the same bed together. Ever since their marriage a while ago, they had slept in separate bedrooms. As far as you knew, Mrs. Buchanan probably hadn’t even popped her cherry yet. Her gland was still unmarked. Unblemished. Still perfect.

Just like yours.

Any thought of your unmarked gland made your Omega whine pitifully from deep within you. Just the thought of her Alpha that was downstairs, smoking his cigar while reading the papers made her whine and whimper.

Your Omega had been clawing at you, telling you to wrap up this job. Wrap it up and finish it.

But with wrapping up this job and finishing, you’d eventually move. You’d move and have to find a new place to live. You couldn’t afford to stay here.

And that thought hurt.

It did.

It truly did.

You didn’t want to leave this house.

Because of Charles.

Your Omega and you had gotten attached to the Alpha. If you left, well, you wouldn’t really know what to do. The mere thought made your heart lurch.

Any thought of not being near Charles, your Alpha- it would make you cry at the thought.

You didn’t want to leave Charles.

But you knew you would eventually have to.

You couldn’t afford to stay in the place where you killed your next victim. It just wouldn’t bode well for you. Or the wives involved.

The idea wasn’t worth thinking about.

No.

Absolutely not.

“… And Mirajane? You’ll be taking care of her as well, yes?”

Mirajane.

The Buchanan’s pup.

Well.

Mira was Mrs. Buchanan’s sister’s pup.

Four years ago, Mrs. Buchanan had come to find out that her sister had passed along with her husband in a tragic accident. With no one else to claim her, Mrs. Buchanan had hired you as the Nanny to her niece. You had bonded to her pup almost immediately.

You hadn’t meant to.

You had noticed the signs. The symptoms. You should’ve given her to her Aunt. But you hadn’t.

Mira was just another reason why you couldn’t just get up and walk away. You were Bonded to the pup. A Bond like that would kill the young pup if the Bond were to be severed by you leaving.

Just another reason why you didn’t want to leave.

At all.

“Yes, ma’am. Charles will go to her friend’s house to pick her up, and then he’ll be bringing her straight home. You’re still going to the lake with Mira and Mr. Buchanan, right?”

You helped her change into her dress. Smoothing down her dress, Mrs. Buchanan spared a look at you.

“Yes,” her voice was gentle now. Almost soothing. The Omega took in a deep breath.

“I want to thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

The soft sound of you buttoning up her dress was all she heard as you responded back to her. “You don’t have to thank me. I didn’t start doing this for the money, you know. I just don’t think no one should suffer. I suffered. My mother suffered too. It was her that made me do it. God’s gonna be judgin’ me once I die, but I’m not guilty. I don’t feel guilty either. Never really felt guilty. It was what had to be done. Society doesn’t treat us, women, well anyhow.” You gave her a sigh once you finished dressing her up, even making sure to ruffle her crinolines, so her skirts would be all out there. All fluffed out.

Then you brushed her hair and watched as she swiped a little bit of makeup on. Mrs. Buchanan put on her kitten heels before giving you a quick smile. “How do I look?” she asked.

“Like you’re about to dance on your dead husband’s grave,” was your dry remark.

A loose laugh left the mistress that you served.

“Yes, well, I suppose you can put it like that.” A loud honk was heard from outside.

“That’ll be Charles,” you muttered to yourself. By the time the two of you had gotten downstairs, out of the front door, you saw Charles chewing on what appeared to be a toothpick. When he saw you, he gave a warm smile. One that made your stomach feel like there were butterflies erupting. It made you feel warm and fluttery. Like you were a young, giggling Omega being courted by her Alpha.

“We’re still on for tonight, right?”

You snapped out of your thoughts.

You blinked.

Charles had gotten out of the car and was looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

Rightfully so.

“I…” you were struggling to find the right words, “I… y-yes. Yes. The pup should be asleep by eight. The movie starts at nine, right?”

“Mhmmm.”

Charles knew for a fact that Mr. Buchanan was still inside the house. In his office. Mrs. Buchanan was gazing out of the car. So it wasn’t a surprise to him when he leaned in, to press a kiss on your forehead.

A noise came from you.

“Charles!” you hissed lowly, “what if someone saw you?”

What if someone saw him?

The thought was laughable. Truly, it was.

Charles knew the ways, the ins, and outs of people in his circle. The upper-class, the wealthy. He knew for a fact that they did not give a shit. They hadn’t cared when he had been hired as the butler for the Buchanan’s, despite knowing after some gossiping that he had been the male heir after his Uncle Julian for the Blackwood fortune.

If Charles had been any younger than his ripe thirty-three, then maybe he would’ve given a shit.

But he didn’t.

All he cared about in this moment was the Buchanan’s pup and you. His Mark on your Mating Gland. Seeing your stomach all round and swollen from carrying his pup. Charles did not care if you wore a ring on your hand, but the thought did arouse him.

Charles didn’t care if he had money anymore. He didn’t care for those flimsy, materialistic things no longer.

He and his Alpha wouldn’t be denied.

Charles could have any Omega in the world now. Nothing would stop him now.

Absolutely nothing.

And he wanted you to be his.

His Omega.

His other half.

He wanted you to be the mother of his future pups. The two of you had a home here. You two could continue to keep working for Mrs. Buchanan. You could still keep looking after Mira. Everything would fall into place.

“No one’s going to see me, Omega.” Charles gave you one of many eye rolls. Ones that you were very, very familiar with. Holding your face with one hand, “I’ll be picking up Mira from her friend’s house. Then I’ll be dropping off Mr. Buchanan at his club. I’ll come back and we can spend time with the pup before we leave tonight for the movie, alright?”

It seemed reasonable to you. A nod came from you, signaling that you were very much in agreement.

“Good.”

And then he did the unthinkable. He leaned in, just to capture your lips against his. Only for a split second, before he pulled away. A look of shock appeared on your face.

“Be good today while I’m gone, yeah?”

A weak nod came from you. The corners of Charles’s lips curled into a smile. Maybe even a smirk.

“Go back inside. I’ll be back before you know it.”

As Charles watched you press a gentle kiss against his cheek, almost as if you were leaving an indent on his skin, seeing you head back into the house, did he make his way back into the car.

The engine was warm and ready. Mrs. Buchanan looked over at him. Cornelia Buchanan gave a long look to the man that was going to change her life for the better.

“You’re sure today’s the day?” her voice was gentle. So unlike the fake voice, she used around the other rich wives. Charles looked at her. For the first time, his face was almost akin to gentle.

“Yes ma’am,” his voice was curt. Sharp. Straight to the point. His gaze had moved to Larry Buchanan’s office, where you were giving him his second cup of tea from the same teapot and tea set from this morning. Charles watched as the man said something to you, something he couldn’t read before you gave him a small little nod before gathering the tea set and walking back out to where Charles presumed to be the kitchen, to wash the teacups and tea plates.

“He’ll be gone by the morning. You have your dress prepared?”

A chuckle came from the lady of the household.

“Charles dear,” Cornelia said with a smile, “I’ve had my mourning dress prepared ever since we got married.”

Charles chuckled deeply. Cornelia just smiled and leaned back from where she was in the backseat as she heard the engine roar to life.

Tomorrow would bring a new day. A new age.

Cornelia couldn’t be happier.

Later that afternoon…

Little Mirajane Buchanan was waiting. Clutching her little overnight bag, waiting for her Uncle Charles to come and pick her up.

She was deep in thought.

Mostly, she was thinking about you. Her Auntie Omega. Cause yeah, she had an actual aunt. Auntie Corey. But although she had her Auntie Corey, she had a Bond with you. A Bond like the one she had with you couldn’t be broken. No. She would die if you did. Your Bond to her was essential. Her mother died when she had been a young pup, just at the age of three, she hadn’t remembered what her mother looked like. But her Auntie Corey made sure to show her pictures, pictures of her mommy.

So when Mira moved into the Buchanan home in the rich suburbs with her Auntie Corey and you as the Omega Nanny, she had met her Uncle Charles and her Uncle Larry.

Even though Mira was only seven, she already knew she didn’t like her Uncle Larry very much. She would hear the little whimpers, the way her Auntie Corey would put makeup on her face to hide the bruises and scars on her body.

Sounds of a car driving down the street made the little pup look up.

A smile stretched over Mira’s face when she saw the familiar Buchanan family car. When Charles stepped out, Mira beamed and got her things, the seven-year-old child running and launching herself into her Uncle Charles’s arms. She let out a shriek when Charles spun her around. Her fresh, clean scent filling his nose.

“Did you have a nice time at your friend’s house? What did you guys do?”

Charles and you had made it a point to start teaching Mira Italian at the soonest opportunity you both had. Her Italian was coming along nicely. But, she still stumbled with the language here and there.

“We watched TV! And we got to drink soda.”

To which, Charles raised an eyebrow. Mira’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “You didn’t have too much, did you little one?” Charles inquired as he helped her to the car, helping her to put her seat belt on in the backseat.

One thing Charles knew about his niece was she never lied to him. No matter how much she wanted to or tried. Mira was convinced her Uncle Charles was a human lie detector test.

“No,” Mira replied shyly, brushing off the skirts of her little white dress. “Really missed you, Uncle Charles.” The little pup gave her uncle an innocent, wide-eyed look.

She saw her uncle chuckle at her.

“I missed you too, little one.”

The sounds of the door opening caught your attention.

A high feminine squeal filled the house.

That also caught your attention.

From where you were, in the Nanny’s room, you heard Charles’s voice coming from the front door. He called out your name. Brushing down your apron, you made your way to the door.

Mira immediately ran to you, with the sole purpose to jump into the arms of her nurturer and protector. She squealed your name as you clutched the pup closer to you, allowing her to nuzzle and rub her nose against your unmarked gland. Mira rumbled happily. Inhaling that familiar sweet scent that reminded her of the deliciously baked goods you make during the holidays. Again in her protector’s arms. In her Auntie Omega’s arms. Where she should be. The place where she belonged.

It’s what Charles saw when he checked if all of the doors were locked in the car. He walked through the front door, making sure to check if he locked it. Taking in the sight before him.

He knew that she would be going off to terrorize you. And good on that too. Because he knew how much she loved you.

“Auntie, Auntie, Auntie! You’ll never guess what I did today!” Mira clapped her hands together in excitement. “Oh yeah?” Your voice was full of amusement. “What’d you do at your friend’s house, pup? Did you have fun?” Mira nodded her head so quick she might’ve looked like a bobble head. “Uh-huh!” She exclaimed enthusiastically. “We watched cartoons all day! We even drank soda!”

You shot Charles a look that said what did you do to this child before you responded back to the pup. “Did you drink a lot of soda? You know, a lot of sugar isn’t good for you Mira.”

“I know Auntie. We didn’t drink that much. Pinky swear!” The little girl even brought up her pinky in a truce. To which, you simply raised an eyebrow. “Pinky swear?” You replied, bringing up your own pinky. “Pinky swear,” Mira said in the most serious tone she could muster. The two of you pinky swore on it.

Still holding her, Charles made his way towards the two of you. Mira hummed, still happily pressed against you. Happy as a clam. Charles didn’t blame her. If he had been held against you so tightly like that, close enough to nuzzle your scent gland, inhale your sweet scent, he’d be happy too.

“C’mon sweetheart, go to your room and we’ll play with your dolls, okay?” You put her down, despite her whine. “Promise?” Mira asked innocently. “Pinky promise?”

You got on your knees, so you could be looking at her. Holding out your pinky. “Pinky promise,” you replied in the most serious tone you could muster. Beaming, Mira squealed happily and nodded eagerly, before running up the stairs to her room.

Leaving you and Charles alone.

You were suddenly enveloped into his arms, as the Alpha pushed your back flush against his front. His nose brushed up against your gland. And when his tongue swept over your gland, licking the smooth corded muscle over and over and over again until you were just dripping of his scent, did your eyes roll into the back of your head.

His Omega was okay.

You were going to be a-okay.

“Go and play with the pup. I’ll take Larry to his country club. And then once everyone else comes back and goes to bed, then we’ll go Omega. How’s that sound?”

A much agreeable noise came from you. Which made Charles incline to nod his head.

With a kiss on the top of your head, he watched you run up the stairs. He heard you call out to the Head of the House. Charles couldn’t help but smirk when he saw the older Alpha stumble a bit down the stairs.

“Make sure he stays distracted,” you told your Alpha with an annoyed tone in your voice.

“Don’t worry Omega,” your Mate replied cheekily, “I’ll keep him very distracted for you.”

Mira was squealing happily as she was running down the hallway.

Not the upstairs hallway. The downstairs hallway. Which, was smaller than the upstairs hallway. The upstairs hallway had the master bedroom where Larry stayed, the guest room where Cornelia stayed, Mira’s bedroom, and two bathrooms. Suffice to say, it was much bigger. Downstairs had the kitchen and living room, and the hallway held the Butler’s room, the Nanny’s room, and a single bathroom that connected the two rooms together.

Which was where Mira was currently headed.

To the bathroom.

Where steam was coming out through the open door. Charles was at the bathroom mirror, shaver in hand. Brushing a hand over his jaw and neck. Lathering his hand with soap, he carefully spread it above his upper lip, his chin, jaw, and down his neck. With the most focused expression that Mira had ever seen him in, her giggles filled the bathroom.

It was where you found Mira.

Huffing and panting, because the little pup hadn’t wanted to sleep just yet. Luckily, Charles had some decency and was wearing a pair of boxers. But other than that, he was bare. You could see the water glistening on his bicep still. The steam, combined with his oud wood, cinnamon, and the vanilla scent made your Omega sigh in longing.

She was up to no good again. Mira was perched on her Uncle Charles’s lap, giggling all the while her nightdress was probably getting water on it. And you would never forgive yourself if her nightdress got wet.

“Look who we found, pup.”

Charles turned to look at you. Smirking like the absolute devil that he was. All the while Mira was giggling to herself, not knowing what was exactly going on.

“Ha, ha, ha. Yes, it’s very nice to see you, Charles. I need to tuck that little hellcat into bed. It’s past her bedtime.” You were wearing a scowl on your face as you took the young pup from her uncle’s lap, ignoring her whines.

“No, no, no!” Mira screeched, her hands making frantic and pleading grabby motions towards the brunet-haired Alpha. “I want Uncle Charles!” the pup shrieked. Charles just continued smirking at you, like the absolute little shit that he was. “You’re a bad influence on her,” was your quick remark, your cheeks coloring in embarrassment. If he couldn’t by now, Charles could smell the ever-growing slick that was pooling and dripping down your legs. Luckily for you, you were still in your nanny uniform. Covered up by your garter belt and your stockings. When your skirt rose up a few inches, you could almost feel your Alpha’s eyes on you.

It was almost like you didn’t even need to steal a peek to know he was looking at you. The pup in your arms still wailing and oblivious to her uncle’s looks.

Mira nearly sobbed in relief when her Uncle Charles came to grab her, holding her in his arms. Now smelling his scent, the pup happily rubbed her nose against his gland. Making him smell that fresh scent that his niece provided. A deep rumble came from his chest, soothing her and making her sigh happily. Her head lolled against his bare bicep and she lounged there, happy as a clam. You didn’t blame the little pup, if you got carried by your Uncle Charles in his arms like that, you’d be set for life.

“Larry and Cornelia are asleep. So if you want to tuck her in tonight…” your voice trailed off.

“I’ll tuck her in. You can take a bath.” Charles heard Mira stir in his arms. “I don’t have my clothes picked out yet,” you let out a sigh. “I’ll pick them out for you,” Charles suggested with a sly grin. Your cheeks colored.

“Get out.”

Charles’s deep chuckles followed you out of the bathroom as you shooed, pushed, and ushered him out.

“Uncle Charles? Can you read Beauty and the Beast again?”

Mira rubbed her eyes, yawning as she began to fall asleep. Charles, who was sitting at the little rocking chair, gave her an amused look. “But you’re already so sleepy, pup. You won’t stay awake for me to finish it.”

“No,” Mira argued back stubbornly, “I’m gonna stay awake. I’m a big girl now.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. Still enthralled.

“Oh, are you now? You’re a big girl now?”

Enthusiastic nods came from Mira.

“Alright,” Charles sighed dramatically, getting up to pick out the very loved and worn copy of Beauty and the Beast book from the little bookshelf that was in the corner of the little room. Making his way back to the rocking chair, he began to read.

“Once upon a time, there lived a prince in a faraway kingdom…”

With you…

The water sloshed as you moved.

You had lost track of time. How long you had been in the bathtub. You sighed in relief and giggled to yourself as you happily sank back into the water. Bubbles popping up at the surface.

You had already washed and scrubbed your hair. Scrubbed yourself down. You had unplugged the water and got new, fresh, warm water into the tub for some good ol soaking.

It was where Charles had found you, a pile of your clothes draped over an arm. You had heard the bathroom door creak open a little.

And there he was.

Your head popped up. The water sloshed around you as you sat up in the bath, water dripping down your arms. Charles had already dressed. You caught the eye of the tank top he was wearing under his button-up loose black shirt. And the grey slacks. Charles saw the swell of your breasts, the way your chest heaved up and down as he made his way towards you.

“Still in the bathtub?”

You gave him a pout. “This is new water, thank you very much.” Then you sank back down into the water, sighing happily. Charles heard you giggle all the way down. Your head slowly rose back up again, before you decided you had lounged in the bathtub long enough.

“Can you get the towel for me? I think I’m gonna step out.”

Charles wrapped you around a fluffy towel. You dried your hair, gently patting it and gently wrapping the towel around your hair. Grabbing your clothes from Charles’s arm, you shooed him out of the steamy bathroom.

“Get out. I need to change.”

“I could just stay in here and watch.” You saw the whiteness from Charles’s teeth as his lips curved into a smirk. Those pink, kissable lips that you loved so much. Taunting you.

You nearly threw water from the tub at him.

“No. No, no, no. Out.”

“Mega-”

“Out.”

Charles nearly dodged the water you threw his way, laughing.

The door opened and closed.

Three days later…

The worst day of your life had started very early that morning.

You had gone through your normal routine.

You had woken up, washed your face, brushed your teeth. Tied up your hair to keep it out of the way. You went back to the Nanny’s room. Pulled off your sleeping clothes, and slipped your garter belt on. And then your stockings. Slipping your dress over you. Fluffing out your crinolines, to make sure your skirts were all nice and poofy.

When you stepped out of your room, you noticed Charles wasn’t up. Which, wasn’t all that surprising to you. He’d be up in a couple of minutes. Padding your way down the hall to the kitchen, you quietly made Larry’s usual tea. The sounds of the kettle screeching caught your attention. Pouring it into the teapot to allow the tea to steep, you heard the door to the Butler's room open.

Charles was awake.

Dressed in nothing but his boxers, the sleepy Alpha yawned from where he was behind you, walking to you from behind. When he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back slightly, you could smell him. And then he was rubbing his nose all up against your scent gland on your neck, marking you with his scent. It made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Like always. You could feel his dick tightening. Pressed up against your ass. It made a soft, needy whimper leave you.

Inhaling your scent in your hair, Charles’s eyes darkened.

“Charles- you have to let go. I need to give Larry his tea.”

You made your way up the stairs, walking through the long hallway. You knocked on Larry’s door.

“Mr. Buchanan? I got your tea ready for you.”

Silence met you from the other side.

That was odd.

Usually, he would’ve said a “come in” and you’d make your way inside.

A frown made its way onto your face.

“Mr. Buchanan, I’m coming in.”

The doorknob twisted open. You made your way inside, and still holding the tray, you put it down on his bedside table.

Something horrible twisted in your gut when you gave him a glance.

Someone screamed.

Loud footsteps came up the stairs.

You.

It had been you screaming.

Charles could see it. The way his skin looked so ghostly pale. His lips were blue. His eyes were closed. When Charles’s hand brushed over his, it was ice cold.

“He’s gone, darlin’. He’s dead.”

Charles had never seen so many people in one single room in his life as he had when attending Larry Buchanan’s funeral service.

It had been a month later.

After finding Larry’s body, the funeral plans had kicked off almost immediately. Then some lawyer came to the house and read off Larry’s will. You had been there, in the same room. Sitting next to Charles, with Mira bouncing in your lap.

According to the lawyer, the house, and everything in the former Head of the Household’s bank account would be transferred to Cornelia’s account. Everything would be hers. She would get everything, and you and Charles would get nothing.

Cornelia just rolled her eyes at that though. Being the one that was in charge of the finances now, she demanded the four of you to go to the bank after bidding the lawyer a good day. The four of you had gone to the bank, and Cornelia had demanded a trust fund account be made for her niece, and for her late husband’s will money to be split evenly between you and Charles.

Why should she have given a shit?

She was set for life. She would never need to work a day in her life. Other than being the Nanny, you did the household chores. You cooked, cleaned. Kept the house stable. Charles drove her around. Although she was going to ask if he’d like to take up the gardener’s position too, considering the last gardener had been let go by her former husband like the idiot he had been.

Now, the three of you had come out of the tragedy a couple thousand dollars richer.

You had been there at the funeral, dressed in all black. Your top hat placed neatly on your head. Your dress had been snugly slipped into. Your best pair of pumps that Charles had bought for the two of you when the two of you had started sleeping together. Mira had been on your lap, watching and tuning out the priest as he drowned on and on. Just like her Uncle Charles. Who was holding her smaller hand in his. While his other handheld yours. The three of you sitting in the front of the church as on-goers came up to you and spoke their condolences.

Not that you needed them.

Larry had always been one nasty son of a bitch.

Two days later, after putting his former master in the ground, Cornelia announced that she and Mira would be headed to one of the beach houses in California. Like a little vacation, after losing her husband. You and Charles had sworn up and down that you would keep the house tidy, and then, you would join the two of them in a few weeks' time. Because of your Bond with the young pup. Mira had cried, nay, sobbed for days before she had left with her aunt, tearfully waving her goodbyes before going to the airport.

Now it was just the two of you.

Alone.

In the house.

Such silence had never crossed your mind.

Ever.

Thoughts followed you as you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. The one that connected the Butler and Nanny’s rooms together. Taking out your last clip that was securing your hair up and placing it on the porcelain sink. Watching as your hair tumbled down. You fumbled for a second with your lace cap dress. But eventually, it pooled down in a tumble of black fabric at your feet. Grabbing your dress, still dressed in your stockings and garter belt, along with your petticoats, your bullet bra that pushed your breasts together, you walked into your room and smacked off any dust, before putting it back into your closet.

Shedding your petticoats, garter belt, and bullet bra had been easier. Putting them all back into your closet was easier too. Walking back into the bathroom had been easy too.

You felt like shit. The loud roar of the hot water going into the tub after you put in the plug rung in your ears. You turned the knob once the water was at the height you desired.

The door opened.

The one on the other side.

Revealing Charles.

Completely naked as the day he had been born. Clearly, he had heard you getting ready for a bath.

You didn’t move, nor say anything as your breath hitched in your throat, watching him walk closer to you. Your eyes drinking in every muscle that he had sculpted through his whole thirty-three years of being on this damn planet.

Your gaze continued to be on him, even when you caught sight of his cock, already fully hard. As if he had been rubbing one at the thought of you already.

Which he had.

But he had no doubt you already knew that.

You watched as he got down on his knees, greedy eyes staring at your pussy.

“Remember the first time… the first time you told me no one had ever touched you here…” his hand spread your thighs apart. And then his long, thick fingers were spearing up, deep into your pussy. His thumb rubbing your clit perfectly. His fingers curled right up against your g-spot. It made your toes curl upwards, almost as if you were tiptoeing. You let out a gasp.

“Yes…”

A pink tongue came, darted out so Charles could lick his lips.

“You have no idea how hard I came in my hand that night. All I could think about was taking this tight pussy. Cause this pussy’s mine. Mine. Only mine. Ain’t that right, Mega?”

“Yes! Yes! It’s only yours, Charles!” You were pushing down on his fingers. Sucking him in. Squeezing the ever-loving hell out of them too. It felt so good. Charles always knew what his pussy needed.

Because it was his.

On his knees, he watched you. Watched as you fucked yourself down on his fingers. Cries and sobs of pleasure coming from you. The loud squelching, squishy, pumping noises as your slick oozed out of your tight cunt and ran down his fingers, all the way down to the palm of his hand.

“That’s it… fuck yourself on my fingers… feel how your pussy’s milkin’ my fingers? Yeah? Feels good?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” your chants became slurred together as you continued to push down. Trying to desperately chase that high you had been craving. Needing. Oh did you need it.

Curling his fingers in that spot, the spot that you needed to in order to cum, he watched as your face curled into one of deep pleasure before crying out your release.

Your orgasm had hit you so hard it nearly made you see stars. White in your vision.

It happened so quickly.

You never got to see Charles pulling you, almost pushing you down to the floor. Your back fell upon the rug in the bathroom. He had grabbed a hold of your thighs, pushing them deeper apart. When he pulled his fingers out of you, it had been so sudden. That feeling of being empty made you whine. Only when you felt the head of his cock pushing into your pussy, splitting you open. Your pussy enveloping him and stretching you out, did you let out a deep moan.

Your hands grasped his hair, pulling him down. His lips meeting yours, his tongue slipped into your mouth with ease. Muffling your cry when he fully pushed in.

“Feels just like the first time, doesn’t it?” He breathed out against your lips.

“Yes,” you shuddered. Crying out when he pushed out, only to shove right back in. Sending you back on the floor. Pounding into you while having a tight grip on your hips.

“This pretty little cunt’s mine. Only I get to touch it. Only I get to eat from it. Only I get to fuck it. The only cum this pussy’s getting is mine, do you understand?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Loud slapping of skin against skin.

“Do you understand?”

Charles’s eyes were blazing.

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s all yours Charles! Only yours!”

Even now, you were still amazed that Charles could still fit inside of you. You remembered the first time he had actually given you an orgasm.

It had been a year ago.

Larry had been asleep. So had Cornelia and Mira.

You had gotten a little cold, so you were all huddled up with Charles in the Butler’s room. In his bed. Inhaling the scent that screamed Charles Blackwood.

Kisses had been exchanged. Soft giggles that had turned into breathy moans and gasps. Charles pressed kisses down your throat. He sucked a mark into your breast, while his hand traveled down, all the way down to the V of your thighs, spreading your thighs apart.

You gasped when a finger brushed over your clit.

“Anybody ever touched you here, Little Omega?” Charles breathed out against your neck.

“N-No,” you let out a little whimper. It felt weird. Foreign. You hadn’t even touched yourself down there before. The only things that had made contact with your pussy were toys. But those were during your heats.

“Am I the first to touch this little pussy? Hmm?”

“Yes. Yes. Only you.” You gasped. Whined. Even grinded your hips into the palm of his hand, to garner more friction.

“Mmmm… what a needy little Omega you are, darlin’. You want it? You want my fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?”

His words made your stomach burn. That deep, primal need that your Omega desperately wanted. Burning even harder.

“Please,” you whispered. You didn’t even protest when his lips claimed yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Brushing over your tongue and seizing control of your mouth.

When his first finger slipped in, past your wet, slippery pussy lips, your mouth dropped open. Your moan was swallowed by his kiss.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. I promise.” Your Alpha told you.

A nod came from you.

Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out of your pussy. Soft, squishing noises coming from your pussy. “Feel good?” His voice was hoarse. “Yes,” your voice nearly trembled. Charles added a second finger, both fingers pumping in and out of you a little faster. Your mouth was agape, trying desperately to keep quiet. Not wanting to disturb the people who were currently dead asleep in the house with you and Charles, oblivious to what was happening downstairs.

“Gonna- gonna add one more finger. Can you take that, Omega? Three fingers inside this gorgeous pussy?”

Dear God, if he was continuing to keep talking like this, you were going to cum in no time.

Nods.

Quick, almost frantic nods came from you. You tried your best not to make any noise when he slipped in a third finger. The wet squishing and smacking noises becoming louder as Charles fucked you deeper. His fingers were so close to brushing up against your g-spot.

Then he found it. His fingers curled right up against that spot that made you gasp.

“Ah… there it is,” Charles cooed. “Right there, sweet girl?”

“Uh-huh,” your voice was high, “Yes. Yes, Alpha. Right there.”

His eyes darkened. His hand came to clasp over your mouth, muffling your sudden moan.

“Say it again. Say that I’m yours.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Mine,” your frantic whispers were like music to his ears. “My Alpha. Mine.”

And then-

You came with a cry.

Pussy squeezing the ever-loving hell out of his cock. Milking him for all he was worth.

Charles grunted. His eyes rolling into the back of his head.

With no mercy, he continued pounding into you. The head of his cock smacking against your cervix. Clumps of your cum and his ejaculate smearing onto your thighs, dripping down your legs. Probably even staining the carpet.

It only took a couple of more thrusts until Charles came. Cumming inside of you with a grunt. Filling you up with his seed.

Deep pants and gasps filled the bathroom. Charles, still inside of you, managed to pick you up, carrying you into the bathtub.

The water was still warm. You let out a soft sigh.

Later that night…

Your eyes opened.

You were in Charles’s bed. Nestled under the covers, naked. His body heat keeping you warm. Skin against skin.

You couldn’t hear anything. No birds chirping outside.

You didn’t even know what time it was. Midnight? One? Three in the morning?

You didn’t know.

Carefully, you pried yourself off of Charles, beginning to get out of the bed.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened over the past month.

You didn’t know how Larry had died.

You hadn’t made plans to poison him yet.

You found yourself stopping.

You couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t convince yourself to do it.

Because if you had poisoned him, killed him- then that meant that you would need to move after a few months.

And you didn’t want to.

You had stayed too close here. You had allowed yourself to sink into this life. You had gotten used to everyone. You were fond of Cornelia. You had a Bond with Mira. You were in love with Charles.

You couldn’t leave. You couldn’t convince yourself to leave.

You were in too deep now.

A loud squeak made you freeze in your place.

“Where are you goin’, Omega?”

Your head whipped back around so quickly. You watched as Charles turned on the lamp. He saw the wide-eyed look in your eyes.

“I… Charles… I’m sorry.”

Even though Charles was a little sleepy, he cocked his head to the side. He was confused. “What are you talking about, Omega?”

Your body trembled. Your eyes darted around nervously.

“Omega.”

You swallowed thickly. Blinking away incoming tears. Your vision started to turn blurry.

Shaking your head. No.

“Omega! What the fuck are you talking about?”

Your Omega yowled in outrage at you. Your designation was screaming at you. Shouting at you to tell your Alpha. That she had been done with all of your bullshit. Done. Done with a capital D.O.N.E.

Especially when he used his Tone.

Shaking. Trembling. “I… it should’ve been me.”

“What? What the hell are you talkin’ about, darlin’? Huh?”

He was still confused. Charles moved so he would be sitting, scooting closer to you.

“It should’ve been me, okay! I should have killed him! It’s what I was hired for, Charles! Fuckin’ God!”

You let out a gasp.

Charles grabbed you. Wrapped his hand around your throat. Not hard enough to choke you out, but enough to pull you close. Very close. So close that the two of you were eye-to-eye to each other.

“What did you just say?!”

You swallowed again.

“C-Charles,” you mewled. “No, Omega.” Charles hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna tell me. Tell me!”

If possible, his entire body with shaking with rage.

You lied to him?

Had you been lying to him the entire time?

Was everything a lie?

You took in a shaky breath. Your palms were sweaty and clammy. Shaking even. “Cornelia… she contacted me. I was low on money. I was running out. Pretty soon, I would’ve been living out on the streets. I was contacted because of my work.”

Work.

That sounded so different in Charles’s ears. You worked? Since when? But, he allowed you to continue on.

“I killed my father when I was eighteen. You have to understand, Charles I… I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to kill him. I swear. But… he was hurting us. Me and my mother. You wouldn’t understand… she cried every night. She would always plead for him to stop. I had to lay in bed while he raped her. I couldn’t do anything when I was younger. But one day I just poisoned him. Police said it was suicide. I never told my mother. She still thinks God killed him. That God answered her prayers. After that, I decided to just make it a job. I’d be a nanny, maid. Whatever the wife needed. Then I’d kill their husbands. Anything to make it look like an accident. Poisoning. Suffocation. Anything. Then I’d just collect my paycheck and move on to the next person.”

You were still looking at Charles in the eyes as he tried to allow this information to sink in.

“And then when Cornelia contacted me, I thought it would be the same thing. I thought I’d just kill Larry, collect my paycheck, be on my merry way. Like I always did.”

“But then… I met Mira. I Bonded with her. I… I met you.” Your lower lip trembled. You were choking back a sob. “I stayed longer than I ever did. I wasn’t expecting to stay this long. I was too attached. Mira became family. Cornelia became family. You became family. I… I found myself… going back. I was happy. I’m happy here. I feel like… here. Here, I have a place. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t wanna leave, Charles. I love you, Charles. Please, believe me. Please. Please, please, please…”

Now you were crying.

Actually crying.

Full-blown tears. Sobs escaping you. Tears rolling down your face. Making your vision blurry.

Charles could not believe it.

His Omega, his girl- you killed people.

Abusive husbands.

It was enough to make him feel like he had grown another head. Or even seen an alien.

But he knew, somewhere deep inside of him, that you were telling the truth.

In all of the years he had known you, you had never lied to him. Not once.

So you had to be telling the truth.

And then Charles was coming upon you. Kissing your tears away. Kissing you everywhere, it felt like. Your cheeks. Your forehead. Your neck. Your nose. Your chin. And then your lips.

Pulling you close to him, your back was pushed back down onto the bed. A genuine shriek came from you.

Charles pulled away from your lips. Looked down at you. A possessive feeling deep in his gut as he looked deeply into your eyes.

It reminded him of the first time.

The first time he and you had sex.

It had been a few weeks after he had given you your first orgasm. All in all, you had just been expecting him to finger you.

You had not been expecting him to go down on you. Your face had been buried into the pillow while Charles had deliberately eaten you out from behind. You swore you could still feel his tongue. Even days after.

It had been sly looks, quiet looks exchanged between you and Charles, leading up to this moment.

Everyone was out of the house. Having gone on vacation.

So it was just the two of you.

Alone.

In the house.

You were laying down on his bed, having snuck over from your bedroom, through the shared bathroom that connected your rooms together.

Looking up in the familiar pair of blue eyes that you had grown accustomed to for the past year, your voice came out in a soft tremble.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

Tonight was the night.

You and Charles had been talking about it.

The two of you had been leading up to this moment.

You, underneath him.

Looking up into his eyes. Breath faltering because you were so nervous.

Tonight was the night that you would fully give yourself over to him.

This was what your Omega wanted. Finally, finally, her Alpha was staking his claim on her body. And he was going to take it. After jumping from place to place, doing all of these odd jobs taking out abusive husbands, your Omega needed to breathe. All she wanted was a normal life. In truth, she knew she would never truly get to have a normal life again. You constantly bounced around, not wanting to get caught by police.

But now… now, she felt like she could actually breathe.

Your Omega happily bounced around, a gleeful look on her face as she took in her Alpha.

Hers. No one else’s.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” Charles said. A hand reaching up to brush away the stray piece of hair that had come into your face.

Even though he had darker impulses that he was pushing down. He wanted nothing more than to just fuck the space in between your thighs. Take and take and take until there was nothing left.

But tonight, he was going to be gentle. As gentle as he could be.

He couldn’t describe the things he felt for you. You reminded him of those old days. Where he’d be running around with his mother chasing him in the backyard. Before all the shit came about.

Both of you had been insatiable. He had lost track of how many times he had gone down on you tonight alone. Truth be told, he lost count after seven.

However, he was going to do it again.

His mouth was trailing down, pressing kisses down your body. He heard every little hitch, every little gasp or moan that came from you. Your pussy was still wet. Still dripping.

His mouth was on you again.

He didn’t wait.

Charles had run out of patience.

Utterly and completely.

You cried out when his mouth suddenly latched onto your clit.

It was sudden, was what it was.

His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart roughly. Enough to make you begin to feel a burn as your muscles stretched out. Shoving three fingers into you without warning, you screamed.

Maybe even screeched. His three fingers stretched your pussy out to nearly a taut as his fingers crooked and curled against the spot that made you see stars.

You were cumming. You were cumming so fast, in no time at all that your orgasm had thrown you off balance. Your entire body yielded. Your back arching up off of the bed as you came. Spasming around his fingers. Squeezing his fingers so tight that Charles swore.

You were gasping.

“O-Oh… shit…” came from you in pants. You were sucking in deep breaths.

Your vagina was still throbbing when Charles grabbed a hold of his hard cock in his hand, nearly hissing in pain. Because he was just so damn hard. If he didn’t get inside of you now, he was going to burst. He wanted to feel it. Feel his cock around your tight pussy after he took your virginity for the first time. The fact that no one had been in your body, ever explored it, didn’t know what made you tick other than him- it was enough to make him want to mark you right then and there.

“I’m going in, okay?”

You heard that.

You caught that.

Looking up at him, you gave him a nod. Signaling that you were okay with that.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I trust you. You’re not going to hurt me.”

And he wasn’t.

He wasn’t going to hurt you.

He wouldn’t know what he would do with himself if he ever hurt you.

Charles mentally counted down from five.

Five.

The tip of his cock, his crown smeared with his pre-cum, slowly edged up close to your slippery lips.

Four.

Carefully and gently, his eyes fell down to your pussy lips, watching as the head of his cock slowly slipped in.

Inch by inch.

Three.

Inch by inch, your pussy took him in. The stretch was weird to you. You had never experienced this before. It didn’t hurt all that much, thanks to Charles loosening you up so much. The pain was brief. It didn’t linger long. But you took in deep breaths.

Two.

The head of his cock pierced you open. Nearly splitting your pussy open. With the head of his cock in you, he slowly pushed in further. Charles kept his eyes down on you the entire time, watching as your face contoured into one of pleasure. He rocked against you, only leaving you an inch, two inches at the very least. Every rock and slow thrust led him deeper and deeper in you.

Almost there.

He was almost there.

One.

Your breaths were uneven. Your breaths becoming shorter and shorter the more you felt him going deeper and deeper in you. He was getting so close to your hymen. So close to breaking it. To reaching that spot he desperately had wanted to reach, ever since he laid eyes on you. Your smooth, unblemished scent gland on your neck taunted him. He could bite you. Right there and now, he could. He could sink his teeth into your gland and mark you as his forever.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hand traveled down to the V of your thighs, where his cock was nudging into you. Finding your clit, still slick and wet from his former administrations, he rubbed.

You let out a gasp. Even your body trembled.

“C-Charles…” a whimper came from you.

“Feels good?” His whisper was hoarse against your skin before his wet mouth dipped down to suck on a hardened nipple. His teeth grazed against the dark nub, a shiver running down your spine.

“Y-Yes… feels… feels so good Charles… p-please…” you were begging him. Your hands gripped his blankets, feeling your orgasm build up in your stomach. Your pussy was squeezing him even tighter now, so he knew you were getting close.

“Right there… there it is… now be a good girl and-”

Your mouth dropped open. A breathless shudder wracked your body as you came. Your thighs shook and quaked. Charles chose that exact moment to push in fully, breaking your hymen and finally reaching that deep intimate part of you that he desperately craved to be in.

The pain was only there for a second. It was brief. Charles groaned out loud by how tight your pussy was gripping him. Gripped him so deeply and tightly. This little piece of heaven had such a tight grip on him and he didn’t want to let go.

“Look. I’m inside you.”

You looked down.

It was true.

You saw where his erection was buried inside of you, the way he was balls deep in you. Seeing where his erection vanished, where it was deep in your pussy. Your eyes were shining. Shallow, soft breaths made your body rise up and down.

Your arms gripped his shoulders as he fully climbed over you, hovering over you.

Unlike last time, when he thrusted into you, it wasn’t soft. He wasn’t rocking into you anymore.

His cock slid in and out of you, pushing back in. Shoving his ejaculate deeper inside of you as you gasped, moaned, and groaned in kind. Your nails raking down his back, drawing skin and small bits of blood underneath your fingernails. Feeling the pain made him grunt. His tongue flattened against your gland and you were cumming. Screaming his name as your body conversed around him.

Even though you were still gripping him tight, his thrusts didn’t cease. Nor did they slow. He only went faster, his hips snapping down onto your own as he continued to fuck and take. Take this tight little pussy that was his.

“You’re mine,” Charles hissed in your ear. “No one gets to touch this pussy. No one’s gonna be able to feel what I make this pussy feel. No one’s ever going to touch you again. Only me, you understand?”

A loud smack against your pussy made you cry out. It nearly made your eyes dilate. Your lips trembled.

“Words! Give me words, Omega!”

Your mouth shuddered at the feral look in his eyes. His teeth were gnashing together. You could even see a neck vein nearly pop. You were getting wetter and wetter.

A harsh thrust made you sob.

“Tell me this pussy’s mine.”

Smack.

Another stumbled sob left you.

“Omega!”

You cried out. Your Omega snapped and bared her teeth at you, her head cocked to the side. Wondering why the hell you weren’t answering her Alpha.

Her Alpha had asked her a question. And she was going to answer.

“Y-Yes.” You nearly choked on your spit. “S’ yours, Charles. No one else’s. Only you get to touch.”

Charles didn’t even need to tell you he was cumming. Instead, he just let out a satisfied grunt, his breath knocked out of him completely as he came in you. Eyes glazed over.

The sounds of your deep panting and deep gasps for air filled the room. Slowly, Charles moved so he would be laying beside you, but he would be still inside of you. Filling you up. Plugging your perfect pussy into place.

Just like how he wanted it to be.

His hand stroked your hair as your head was nestled perfectly in his chest. The soft sounds of your breathing filling his ears as he watched you peacefully sleep.

You were his.

You were his now.

But, as he stole a glance at your unmarked gland on your neck, his tongue dipped down to give it a broad lick. You moaned in your sleep.

Maybe not all of you, you had given him. Not just yet.

In that moment, he knew.

Your Scent Gland on your neck was next.

Then, you would be his completely.

He pulled his fingers out of you quicker than you say “Jesus” or something. He replaced his fingers with his cock. Your pussy was still dripping and wet from earlier. So he didn’t need to warn you ahead of time. Just like the first time, he pushed in fully. Reaching that sweet little piece of heaven that was his and his alone.

And just like last time, his hand came down to smack against your pussy. Making you cry out.

“You’re mine.”

His hands were gripping your hips so tight, you were so sure that by tomorrow morning, you’d wake up with marks.

“You aren’t going anywhere. You’re staying here. You’re not leaving the pup. You’re not gonna leave me.” His eyes looked wild. He had that feral look in his eyes again.

“M’ not having the only last piece of happiness being taken away from me ever again.”

He had already lost his parents. He wasn’t about to lose you too, either. He’d do anything to have you see reason. You’d see. You’d see how good the two of you were together, and then you would stay. He wanted you here. You were Bonded to the pup he thought of as his own niece.

Class didn’t bother him anymore. He held no titles. With his father being cut off from the Blackwood family, he was certain that the line would die with his Uncle Julian. Unless Merricat and Constance married, then the Blackwood line would cease to exist. Charles was only a Blackwood only in name.

And that was fine.

He didn’t need money.

He already had all he ever wanted in life.

The only thing that was missing was you.

“Tell me you won’t leave. Tell me you’ll stay.”

A choked sob came from you. The tears still were running down your face.

“Charles…”

“No. No. You can’t leave. You have a life here. With us. With me. You don’t need to hide anymore. We can be happy together. Now that he’s gone, we can be happy together.”

Now that he’s gone.

Oh god.

The realization struck you just as Charles looked down at you again.

“Yeah. Yeah, it was me. I killed him. I fucking hated his guts. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel the same.” Which you didn’t. You completely and utterly had hated his guts. “I did it for you. All I thought about was you. You’re it for me. I want you to be mine.” His hand traced your unmarked gland. A shudder ran through you at the thought of his Mark, his bite, on your Gland. It made your Omega preen and sigh dreamily.

Yes. Yes, yes. Yes.

Listen to Alpha.

Alpha wants us. Alpha will give us healthy, strong pups.

We will be happy with Alpha.

We want Alpha.

Say yes.

Say yes.

You were baring your neck up to him before you even completely registered just what the hell you were doing.

It happened in almost an instant. His mouth was coming down onto your neck. And then his teeth sank in, breaking and piercing the skin. He tasted copper. More importantly, he tasted your blood.

All he could smell and taste was you.

Your sweet scent reminded him of home. Of your first time together. When he took you, made you his.

Raising his mouth from your neck, your hand rose up to brush up against your gland. Feeling and seeing blood, your blood, on your fingertips.

Your entire body shook.

“Give me your neck…” you were pleading with him, “Let me bite you too, Alpha. Please.”

No more words needed to be said. Charles would’ve never had said no to you anyway. He was leaning down, baring his neck for you.

Your teeth pierced his gland. Shattering it and putting your Mark there. Marking him as yours. There was a popping noise in your ear, like a bubble beginning popped. You felt the Bond solidifying, and completing.

You were his.

He was yours.

You two were Bonded now.

“Don’t leave me,” your voice shook. Charles shook his head. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.”

“Move. Please.”

Charles needed no more words of encouragement.

With you gripping his shoulders, he pulled out of you, just enough so the head of his cock would drag in between the lips of your pussy, making you whine, before thrusting right back in. Making you cry out in pleasure.

He spared absolutely no mercy. Pounding into you like his life depended on it. Every thrust sent you sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Tell me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you aren’t leaving. Tell me you're going to stay right here. With me. Be mine. That you’ll stay here forever.”

Still, he moved in you. The wet, squishing noises and the smacking noises every time he bottomed out of you filling your ears.

Pump. Smack. Pump.

He needed to hear it. Needed to hear those words come from you.

Not a nod.

But words. He needed them. Desperately.

A particular thrust made his cock brush up right up against your g-spot. A loose cry, and then you were cumming. Your back arching up so your hips could meet his. Your mouth agape as Charles felt you cumming around him.

Just like the first time.

But, with his grip still on you, he persevered. Still thrusted into you.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

That was all it took for him to lose it. To lean down and reopen your gland with his teeth as he came, coating your pussy white with his cum. Feeling it drip down your thighs as you cried out, feeling your gland reopened.

Little noises came from you when Charles lifted his mouth up. Wiping his mouth with his blanket, which was now stained red with your blood.

“I love you.”

Cradling you like one would cradle their newborn, Charles held you. Still buried deep inside of you. Warming you up with his cock.

“I love you. You’re my life. You’re my entire world. If the world was burning and dying, I’d die with you. I love you, Charles.”

And you meant it.

Every single word that came out of your mouth, you meant it.

“I love you too, Omega. I’d kill for you. I did it once and I’d do it again.” His face came closer to you. If that was even possible. “I’m your first, Little Omega. I’m going to be your last.”

You knew what that meant.

You knew.

You just knew.

“We’re gonna stay here for a few more weeks and then… and then we’ll go and meet Cornelia and Mira. Before we go… I want you off of your suppressants. I want a pup in you before winter comes.”

Just the thought of you being swollen, round with his pup made him hard. You let out a whimper when you felt him harden inside of you.

“Charles…”

“No. I mean it, Omega. No more hiding. No more running. You’re safe here. I love you. You love me. No more running, Omega. If you’re going to kill more abusive husbands, then I go with you. We do it together.”

Such seriousness in his voice made you pause.

“We can’t keep doing it forever.”

“I know.”

He was still looking at you. Looking into your eyes. Like you were the last thing he was seeing before the Earth would crash and burn.

“But I’m serious. I want your pup. You’re it for me, Omega. Just you. Nobody else.”

You choked back a sob.

“Stay here with me.” his voice was hushed. You were nodding.

“I’m staying,” you sniffed, “I’m not going anywhere. I love you. I love so much.”

He heard you sniff. As his fingers ran through your hair.

Tiredness slowly seeped in him. You were beginning to become tired yourself. Leaning all into him as your eyes drooped. Your eyes beginning to close.

You heard one last thing before you fell asleep in your Alpha’s embrace, inhaling his scent.

“I love you too Omega.”

And then you fell asleep.

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