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velarisbynight · 3 months ago

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A Night Of Convenience

Azriel x Eris

For Day 3 of @acotar-omegaverse-week — All Tied Up: Oh, you're tied up so you don't do anything you'll regret during your heat? Would be a shame if someone... came along and messed up that plan for you :)

a/n: please keep on scrolling if Azris or omegaverse isn’t your thing!

warnings: dry humping/grinding; dubcon since Azriel’s in heat; enemies to lovers vibes?; personally I’d argue bdsm vibes since Azriel’s actually chained up but whatever floats your boat

word count: 3.4k~

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Azriel leans his head back against the cold, crooked rock of the cave, his breath misting in the frigid air. The wind howls around the mountain, whipping at the brutal stone, rain likely lashing down from the thunderous storm clouds he’d seen on the treacherous flight up here with his brothers.

It had taken a lot of persuading to get them to comply, but he’d managed. After all, they’re both alphas—he can’t expect them to understand the humiliation of his heat, inherently submissive when compared to a rut. He can’t stand it, the degradation of his body being so out of his control. He doesn’t want to make a scene…do something he’d regret once it’s passed.

The gorsian shackles bite at his wrists and ankles, a wider, much thicker band of iron clamped around his waist. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least—there’s no way to sit without his wings snagging on a jagged edge of rock, or brushing against the icy bite of the chains—but it’s never going to be a comfortable experience. He just wishes it was a little warmer in here, that his toes and fingers weren’t already tingling with numbness—maybe he should have waited a little longer before bringing himself up here, waited for the symptoms to begin manifesting so he doesn’t have to suffer additional hours of intense discomfort. If only there was something warm…a fire, or even a blanket…something that would smell of woodsmoke, and ease the tension in his body…

Rich, spicy blood trickles down his chin, lip turned white around the edges from where his canine has pierced the skin. At least it’s hot, scalding his tongue when he swipes it away.

Why did he have to be born this way? A bastard and an omega.

Forget picking the short stick, he didn’t even get to draw.

Water vapour gathers on the rock ceiling, coalescing into condensation, running down the tip of a stalactite before dripping down the nap of his neck. He shivers.

Something clicks in the far off distance, the noise muffled and blurred from echoes as it hums to him through the deep tunnel system. The clicking continues, coming closer, until the tip-tap of those stiletto heeled shoes comes to a stop at the far end of the cave. Even through the slight haze that has crept into Azriel’s eyes he knows the figure.

Amber eyes cut through the darkness like searing steel fresh from a forge. “You look comfortable.”

Azriel’s spine turns ramrod straight, muscle curling taut through his warrior’s body, resplendent golden thread stitching his lungs shut. Eris’ gaze flickers approvingly, and Azriel’s lip curls with fury. “What are you doing here?” He puts as much ice into his voice as he can manage. But it belies the emotion swirling within his chest, raging inside his mind—relief at finding company, and revulsion Eris would seek him out in a moment like this.

But Eris shakes his head, strong arms folding across his narrow chest, sleek and powerful. “You know, it’s not just your problem, Azriel. It’s mine, too.” His name sends a shiver up his spine, forcing his wings to tuck in tight so as not to reveal the biological reactions. He’s vulnerable enough as it is.

“Get out.”

Eris looks him over, a bored look on his sharp features. Then the clicking starts again, leisurely striding toward him.

Azriel snarls, getting to his feet, his body made heavier by the weakening hormones beginning to seep into his bloodstream. “I won’t tell you again,” Azriel mutters, wings flaring in warning as the alpha steps closer, entering his circle.

“And what will you do, omega?” Eris asks, coming to a smooth halt less than a step away. “You’re chained up. In gorsian shackles, no less. Where are those shadows of yours?”

“You have no right to be here.”

“No? You’re going to reject it? We both know that would be a worse choice for you. An omega can’t survive without its—”

“Shut up.” Azriel hisses. The centres of his palms surely have indents in them by now. “I don’t need you.”

“Yes, you do.” Eris steps closer, close enough Azriel tries to shift his head to the side so he won’t have to take the male’s scent into his lungs, so it won’t catalyse the inevitable heat that’s beginning to stir to life in his body, his pulse beginning to spike.

“You have me now.” Eris says, and Azriel’s body turns rigid when the heirling places an owning palm atop his heart, exuding proprietary entitlement. “It’ll be worse without me.”

“I’d rather die.”

“And then I’ll be left without a mate. That can’t happen.”

Gods, Azriel can feel his skin warming. There’s a tightness in his throat that shouldn’t be there, a shallowness to his breath that signals the commencement of his heat. Azriel’s pulse spikes when Eris’ hand lifts higher, stepping closer still. Close enough that he’s trapped, wings already scratching against jagged rock. Eris’ palm stops at his jaw, the nail of his thumb grazing across Azriel’s cheek.

“I won’t tell anybody,” Eris murmurs, amber eyes like molten magma, searing into his flesh, stoking the embers of what will quickly become wildfire. “I can feel it. It’s beginning to compound.”

“You have no right.” Azriel hisses through gritted teeth, blood rushing around his ears, a familiar tingle beginning to spread through his legs. “Unhand me.”

Amber eyes burn.

Azriel’s blood scalds his veins, heat accumulating swiftly, catalysed by this male’s invasion.

A muscle flickers in Eris’ jaw. And he steps away.

Azriel’s chains rattle as he instinctively takes a step forward, chasing the touch, but forces his body to freeze. Teeth grinding, wings pulled taut at his back.

“You want me.” Eris mutters, a lick of flame in his amber eyes.

“I hate you.” Azriel snarls.

“They can coexist.”

Azriel needles the male with an icy glare, cold enough to burn. Eris watches quietly, his sharp eyes narrowed.

“Do your brothers know about me?” Eris asks, the honed edge of his drawl making sweat bead down Azriel’s spine. Skin prickling beneath the serrated tone. “There’s nothing to tell them.” Azriel spits lowly, wings beginning to shiver. “You could die this time. You’re happy with none of them knowing why?”

“I think it would be a mercy to pass without any of them knowing who I’d been mated to.”

Eris’ lip curls in a barely suppressed snarl, and Azriel has to steel himself against the urge for his legs to buckle, weakness flooding through his body. Amber eyes lick over his figure once, before hot, rough palms are pushing against his chest, a compact, distinctly male body pressing to Azriel’s, a thigh between his legs. A shocked breath of air is snatched to the shadowsinger’s lungs, eyes marginally widened at the close proximity, the rampant heat bursting in his lower body in response to such a relatively minor touch.

“Fine.” Eris bites out against his mouth, almost close enough to taste the fiery male. “Have it your way. But I’m staying right here. You aren’t the only one this will affect now you’re tied to me.”

“Like anything you’ll experience will even compare,” Azriel hisses before he can stop himself. Long, deft fingers curl themselves in the collar of Azriel’s shirt, scrunching the fabric in the male’s large fist as Eris forcefully drags him closer, mouths less than an inch apart, able to feel hot, harsh breath ghosting across his skin. “It wouldn’t have to be a trial for you if you’d let me help. Like it or not, we’re in this together. So either you can make it hard on yourself, or we can cooperate.” Eris’ eye burn like ruby flames. “Let me help you.”

In the time between Eris first appearing and now, Azriel’s discipline has rapidly deteriorated. His discipline quickly slipping the leash with alarming skill as Eris shifts his hip, the toned muscle of his thigh rubbing against the seam of Azriel’s leathers. The Shadowsinger grits his teeth, jaw working almost painfully. He forces his gaze elsewhere, being drawn in by the hypnotising burn of colour in his-…in Eris’ eyes. Azriel drags breath into his lungs, inhaling through his nose, humiliation rushing his abdomen at the prominence of his own arousal—how it’s already thickly permeating the air, turning it denser; smokier.

Azriel’s scent shouldn’t be smoky.

Hazel eyes slide open, half-glazed. “You’re enjoying this,” Azriel bites out, every syllable an effort to drag from his throat. A beat passes, and Eris holds his gaze. Now Azriel has identified that scent, what it means, the hunger seems obvious. Fury barrels through the haze of his mind, adrenaline returning enough sense to his muscles to grab at Eris’ shoulders, shoving him firmly, keeping the flat-tips of his fingers biting into the heirling’s flesh. Azriel hopes it hurts. Hopes he can squeeze and pop bones out of place.

“You came here knowing you were going into rut?” Azriel snarls, noting how the flame blazes in Eris’ gaze at the mention of his state. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Vanserra.” But Eris retaliates, strengthening his already brutal grip on Azriel’s shirt, overpowering the weakened Spymaster as hormones begin to spike. “I came here because your heat triggered it,” Eris growls, tugging so hard at the fabric Azriel hears it begin to rip. “Have you clocked that yet, omega? We’re tied to one another. If you don’t survive this heat without me, I’ll be having to deal with something far worse.”

“So you want me to let you fuck me just so you don’t have to deal with that?” Azriel gives a harsh, derisive laugh. “Like I’d ever make it that easy for you. If this kills me I’ll go happily knowing you never got your hands on me.”

“And you said I was the piece of fucking work.” Eris hisses over Azriel’s mouth, lips brushing, pupils dilating with hunger. “You’re really so proud you’ll let yourself die over something like this?”

Azriel smirks. “I might make it.”

Eris shoves the Shadowsinger back, a hiss of fury mixed with pain releasing from his mouth as rock abrades the sensitive membrane of his wings. Shared breath mixes between them, both brandishing hot tempers while fighting against raging instincts. Fighting on two fronts. Eris swallows once, attempting to sooth the white-hot flame burning in his blood. “By Autumn Court law I have every right to you,” he breathes, fingers lessening on Azriel’s shirt but not releasing. “And by Night Court law I am free to claim you, now that a bond has made itself clear.”

“And I’ve told you I’d rather die.”

Eris’ nostrils flare, his jaw wound impossibly tight.

He releases Azriel. Steps back. Puts some distance between them. No more than a few steps. Eris can’t make himself move any further.

“I wouldn’t have spent so much effort on trying to convince you if I wasn’t going to listen to your opposition.” Eris says at last, amber eyes hot and molten. “I said I would at least stay here. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“Like I’ll believe a single word from your—”

“Shut up.” Eris snarls, voice ablaze with white-hot dominance.

Azriel’s mouth seals shut, wings tucking meekly at his back, knees nearly buckling at the command.

Eris runs a hand through his hair. “I came here to offer help—help that would be mutually beneficial. Even you can see that.” Azriel’s lip curls but he says nothing. “Like I said before: hate and want can coexist.”

“Well I don’t want you.”

Eris turns on his heel, clicking sternly across the uneven rock floor and Azriel braces himself for the rough shove to his shoulders, the winding punch to the gut, a kick to the stomach. Instead a hot, rough palm slides around the nape of his neck, fingers threading pleasurably through his silky hair, his hazel eyes fluttering with a surge of dizziness. Another palm settles at his jaw, tilting his chin, angling him right. “You don’t want me?” Eris whispers. “Then one kiss should be fine. Right?”

Azriel’s pulse spikes in his chest. Staggering heat accumulating between his legs. Just Eris’ mouth on top of his, Eris’ tongue flicking against his own, Eris’ body pressed tight against another. Just his alpha touching him exactly as he’s supposed to. Amber eyes are staring into him but Azriel’s gaze has been caught by the heirling’s lips. Rosey, elegantly narrow, parted. Inviting and taunting. Azriel manages a half nod.

“Ask me.”

Azriel drags resentful eyes up to the heirling’s, but the reproach dissipates when he’s met with sincerity. Eris wants Azriel to clearly say it himself.

Azriel swallows. He won’t be able to lie to himself and pretend it was out of his control. He’s still more than aware enough to know what’s going on. He won’t be able to spin this against the male pressed so close to his body. Whose thigh had briefly been between his legs. How good that had felt.

“Kiss me,” Azriel breathes.

Eris’ eyes flicker, then a warm, narrow mouth is pushing to his own. Lips that taste of warm spices with a hint of brown sugar caramelising on his tongue. Chains clink at Azriel’s sides, then silky hair is threaded between his fingers, his pulse beginning to sooth its sharp, snare-drum-staccato beat. A pleasant pressure presses between his legs, Eris’ hip ghosting across the front of Azriel’s leathers, delicately inclining his weight into the Illyrian so he can feel the firm, powerful pressure against him. Azriel’s hips shift along the muscle of Eris’ thigh. A hot tongue strokes across his own, and saliva mixes swiftly after.

Azriel doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing when Eris pulls away, returning once to run his tongue over the curve of Azriel’s lower lip, a wet, silvery thread stretching between them.

Is Azriel delirious or is the creamy pale skin on his alpha’s cheeks slightly coloured?

Eris’ thumb swipes smoothly across the saliva-wet top of Azriel’s lower lip, applying a light pressure at the centre to reveal pale teeth. A tongue, guarded, behind them.

Azriel licks his lips, hazel eyes glazed as he leans forward, fingers that had somehow found their way into Eris’ hair clutching tighter. But Eris pulls away, “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I hate you.” Azriel murmurs, softer than a breath. Eris arches a narrow brow, “you aren’t denying it this time.”

Heat warms Azriel’s cheeks but it’s hard to distinguish from the thrumming pulse of his heart, how hot his blood is as it courses through his body, rushing from his head.

“Once.” The word is less than a whisper, but Eris hears it clear as day. “Just this once.”

“Unique circumstances require unique solutions.”

“This doesn’t mean anything, Vanserra.”

“Of course not, omega.”

Azriel’s lip curls in a half snarl, but Eris is much faster, broad palms spanning over the jutting bone of the Shadowsinger’s hip, tugging him tight to the heirling’s front, mouth descending gluttonously to his mate’s exposed throat. A gasp that sounds far too close to pleasure escapes Azriel’s mouth, head tipping back as teeth nip along his shoulder, a hot tongue licking across his neck, incisors grazing a spot that has a shiver running up Azriel’s spine. He’s slipping. Can feel his discipline fraying at the edges.

Scarred palms press themselves flat to the jagged rock at his back, fingers curling as the hard ridge of nails drags across the stone in attempts to keep himself from unraveling entirely.

Eris shifts his body, and everything clicks into place.

Biological satisfaction satiates Azriel’s hunger, but drives him to consume more.

Roughened palms grip a pale-skinned jaw, dragging those lips back to his with an open mouth. Azriel’s skin burns, and he twines one of his legs around Eris’, tilting his hips so the seam of his leathers is rubbing against him, and—

A humiliating sound leaves his throat when Eris’ hips buck into his own. Broad, pale hands rise to squeeze firmly at Azriel’s waist, thumbs digging into muscle to hold him still. Amber eyes pierce into him, watching intently as Eris presses the edge of his hip carefully between Azriel’s legs. The Spymaster can feel the hot flush colouring his cheeks, the pleasure tingling in his lower abdomen…he knows this kind of sensation, what will follow too quickly after it…

Azriel’s head tips back, rock clanging pain through his skull but he doesn’t care as Eris’ hand slips between them, palming the Shadowsinger through his leathers. And it feels good. Azriel’s arms leave the safety of the rock wall, twining themselves immovably around Eris’ shoulders, the Spymaster’s spine arcing from the stone to feel the sturdy presence of his mate as the orgasm rushes through his blood, practically turning it to steam in his veins as pure pleasure takes his life-force’s place.

Hazel eyes manage to flicker open, met with creamy, pale skin, threads of fiery, silky hair settled at the nape of Eris’ neck, soft new hair curling from his skin. Azriel inhales, that rich, sweet and smoky scent cutting off circulation of thought—it’s too good to not taste.

Amber eyes slide shut, a heady groan rumbling in the heirling’s chest as Azriel opens his mouth over Eris’ throat, licking up the side and nipping with his teeth. Long, deft fingers outmanoeuvre the ties keeping leathers together, pushing them away. Eris can feel how hard his omega is, the dampness of the fabric concealing him still. The heirling drags the heel of his palm down the thick length of Azriel’s cock, already leaking again and desperate for stimulation.

“Hurry up.” Azriel pants, scarred fingers curling tight in fiery locks of hair, his hips tilting to rub against Eris’ palm, already needing a second relief. “What are you waiting—” Azriel cuts himself off with a gasp when Eris’ hand wraps itself around his cock, able to feel every finger, every knuckle… Nails dig into the heirling’s back as Eris lazily swipes his thumb over the tip, smearing precum that had nestled there.

The Shadowsinger snarls in frustration when Eris pulls his hand away, then bites down on the aggression as pale fingers rise to a rosey mouth, elegantly narrow. “Eris, what are you…”

Wild heat spreads through Azriel’s abdomen, pleasure and satisfaction twining together as the alpha’s tongue licks at the gleaming, creamy liquid. His cock twitches, hips pressing themselves flush to his mate’s, feeling slick beginning to drip down his thighs. In the past he’s found the sensation uncomfortable, invasive and suddenly sensitive, but now he’s in heat with his…with Eris, it doesn’t feel as awful as he remembers. Maybe even promising something good, this time around.

Azriel’s cheeks are stained with colour as Eris pushes an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, tongue flicking and stroking, sharing the flavour as movements lose their gentle curve, steadily roughening, sharpening at their edges to demands. “Don’t you taste good?” Eris murmurs between the hot, feverish kisses, cum mixing with saliva. Azriel struggles to register the thought, and instead his scarred hands are roughly tugging clothing free from his mate’s body, buttons flying as Azriel uses a bit too much strength, tearing the fabric in his haste.

“Impatient.” Eris murmurs, but it’s distinctly fond, lacking its authoritarian drawl. Azriel doesn’t care if he’s impatient—he’s in heat.

“Stop dragging it out,” Azriel pants, fingers trailing down the bare expanse of the alpha’s chest, marvelling at the sight. “You said you were here to help.”

“Shall I help you?”

Hazel eyes flick up to meet amber. If these chains weren’t here, they threaten.

Eris’ lips curve, as if he understands the unspoken demand to hurry up. “I think you look quite nice in them.”

Azriel’s cock twitches at the low drawl, heat fluttering through his lower abdomen, arousal shivering with pleasure. “Stop teasing. Do something.”

“Do something,” Eris muses, reaching to his trousers. Azriel’s tongue wets his lips. “Do something like…unchain you?”

Sure enough, that’s a set of keys twinkling before him.

Azriel lurches blindly at the promise of pleasure, but Eris steps back, heels clicking just out of reach. A thunderous snarl rips through the inner chamber, water droplets dislodged from stalactites far above.

Amber eyes glance over the keys idly, twirling the coil of metal holding them together around one long index finger. Rosey lips curve in a smirk that makes the Shadowsinger’s knees nearly buckle.

“Shall I free you, Azriel?”

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nyoomfruits · 1 year ago

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54 for omegaverse please and thank

54. "P-please scent me, I don't want to smell like them, I want to smell like you..."

It starts innocent enough, Lando popping his head around the door of Oscar’s driver’s room somewhere between press responsibilities on Thursday. “Hey,” he says, glancing at where Oscar is sprawled over the couch, scrolling through his phone. “Can you scent me?”

Oscar raises an eyebrow. They’ve been teammates for a while now, long enough for Oscar to know Lando’s nose is sensitive. He particular, about who and what he does and doesn’t smell like. Borrows hoodies from friends and family to be wrapped up in their scent, gets antsy when things smell wrong.

So this. This means Oscar… His inner Alpha, the one that’s been screaming mine mine mine ever since he first laid eyes on Lando, rumbles happily. Oscar firmly tells it to shut the fuck up and turns to Lando, reassuring smile on his face, determined not to make this weird. Lando wouldn’t ask him if he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, so.

“Sure,” he says. “Get over here.”

Lando makes a happy noise and instead of waiting for Oscar to get up so they can do the whole cheek rubbing, neck nosing thing that’s normal between friends, flops down square on top of Oscar and snuggles in.

“Oof,” Oscar wheezes out, when Lando’s elbow ends up somewhere in his abdomen. “Okay.”

“Hm,” Lando says, shoves his nose into Oscar’s neck. Oscar stares up at the ceiling, tries to think of Normal and Sane things that aren’t his teammate currently lounging on his chest, fitting into his arms like a puzzle piece sliding into place.

After about five minutes of Oscar trying to name every single part of the MCL60 in his head and not thinking about shoving his nose into Lando’s soft curls and taking in his chocolate cookie sweet scent, Lando lets out a happy noise and gets up again. “Thanks, mate,” he says, and then disappears before Oscar can utter as much as a ‘No problem’.

It happens again, after that. And again. Lando has clearly added Oscar to his roster of ‘People Who Smell Good’, and makes grateful use of the fact that Oscar is just around, like. All the time. It reaches a point where Lando just follows Oscar into his driver’s room between obligations, sprawls all over his couch, steals his hoodies.

Like he belongs.

And that’s. That’s when it starts becoming a problem. Because the more and more Lando inserts himself into Oscar’s space, the more Oscar’s stupid instincts scream at him that he’s his, that he belongs to Oscar, that he is his Omega. Which is stupid, because Lando doesn’t belong to anyone. Least of all Oscar.

The moment Oscar realizes he’s gotten in way over his head is when him and Lando make it onto another podium, and when Max gives Lando a congratulatory handshake, Oscar actually growls at him.

Nobody catches it, over the sound of the celebrations and the general F1 post-race ruckus, but Oscar realizes that if he doesn’t put a stop to this now it’s only going to get worse and that isn’t fair to anyone. Not to Lando, not to any Alpha that comes close to Lando, not to himself.

He doesn’t tell Lando, doesn’t know how to explain without putting his heart on the table and making it gratingly awkward for everyone involved, and so he keeps quiet, pulls away bit by bit, slowly disappearing back into the shadows he existed in before Lando put him in the spotlight.

Lando, for the most part, lets him. Frowns, when Oscar closes the door to his driver’s room before Lando can follow, when Oscar moves away from his touch. But he doesn’t say anything, seems to accept the distance Oscar is trying to create. Doesn’t push.

It hurts, only a little bit. Oscar had fooled himself, at one point, that maybe it meant something, to Lando. But the way he lets Oscar pull away so easily…

Oscar puts his head down, focuses on the car. He’s here to race after all.

The whole weekend has been shit. Qualifying was garbage for the both of them, and then there’s a sprint on Saturday that goes completely tits up, too. Lando ends up in the gravel somewhere halfway, and Oscar watches the screens, watches him climb out of the car, sulk back to the garage.

Lando gets subjected to a million interviews that all ask him the same questions, and Oscar can see the exhaustion on his face, from his end of the media pen. Something in him wants to reach out, pull Lando close, shade him from the rest of the world. He pushes that something down, and answers the fifteenth question about how they’re expecting the race tomorrow to go now the car seems so spectacularly shit this weekend.

He doesn’t expect there to be a knock on his hotel room door later that night, revealing Lando in all his jittery, exhausted glory. “Oscar,” he says, mouth tight and eyes downcast. He looks so small, and Oscar’s Alpha whines at the sight. “Oscar please. I know I’ve been asking way too much, making you all uncomfortable but please, please scent me. I don’t, I don’t want to smell like them, I want to smell like you.”

Oscar wants to give in immediately. Pull him close, press his nose into Lando’s scent gland. Take off his clothes, because skin to skin scenting is always better. Wants to cover him until Lando smells like nothing but Oscar, so everyone else can smell who he belongs to. But that’s not. He needs answers first. So he restrains himself, tries to keep his face neutral as he says. “Why me?”

Lando makes a frustrated little noise. “Don’t. Don’t be mean, Oscar. You know. You know why.”

“I really don’t,” Oscar says, genuinely confused.

“But,” Lando says, “You pulled away. Because you realized I was in love with you. That’s why… You needed space.”

Oscar blinks. Tries to process fifteen things all at once and comes up completely blank. “I needed space because I realized I was in love with you,” he says, a little dumbfounded.

Lando frowns. “Why would you need space, then?”

“I, because I didn’t think you wanted me?”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Lando says, frown deepening. “Of course I want you. Why would I scent you all the time if I didn’t want you?”

Oscar wants to bring up the nose thing, how he just thought that’s how Lando kept himself comfortable. Want to bring up how Lando never said anything. But it’s details, really. Details that don’t really matter, not when Lando is standing in front of him, saying he’s in love with Oscar.

So instead, he grabs the front of Lando’s hoodie, pulls him close, presses their lips together in a searing kiss. Lando yelps, but then melts into it immediately, making a happy little purring noise in the back of his throat.

(Later, with his arms wrapped around Lando’s naked, sleeping form, Oscar presses his nose into the place where Lando’s neck meets his shoulder. He smells like LandoOscarLandoOscar, and it’s the most beautiful thing Oscar’s ever smelled. He’s falls asleep only seconds later.)

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble

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Jay x fem!reader strangers to lovers, coworkers to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort Two people, two different stories, two different hearřts, one capital city. A story in which a young secretary from a small town manages to bring a new breath of a fresh air into the life of Seoul´s most famous and untouchable CEO

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Addict by @x03yd0cx

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 1.4k) established relationship - smut Jake just can't get enough of you.

kiwi and layla by @asahicore

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 26.3k) high school AU, friends to lovers - fluff, angst in which you mistake jake’s backpack for your own, making you each go home with the other’s bag. both of you are too curious for your own good, so you quickly find out that you excel in the subject the other is failing - a mutual tutoring agreement ensues, and it turns into much more than what you had expected.

baby by @moonhoures

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 4.3k) friends with benefits, university AU - smut

talk me down by @mixtape-racha

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 6.5k) brother´s best friend trope, established relationship - fluff, smut you honestly couldn't comprehend why falling for your brother's best friend was so taboo... especially when said best friend was jake sim

Just Come Over, Would Ya? by @yeonzzzn

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 2.2k) neighbours to lovers - fluff, smut snow storm causes the whole apartment complex power to go out, in which your hot neighbor offers to help keep you warm…

three laws of motion, and the three ways i love you by @mygnolia

Jake x fem!reader (wc - 4.8k) roommates to lovers, friends to lovers - fluff the only person jake has to thank for you and him getting together is isaac newton, and the stupid apple that fell on his head.

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Pink Whitney by @elix8r

Sunghoon x fem!reader (wc - 19k) university AU, brother´s best friend, friends to lovers - fluff, smut, crack You had always trusted the beautiful bottle of Pink Whitney to deliver crazy fun nights with little to no hangovers in the morning. It was almost a sacred bond between you and your go-to drink. But that trust was shattered after a night that should have been like any other. Instead, you found yourself waking up in bed with your younger brother's frat bro, and worse, narrowly avoiding pregnancy. Now, as you navigate the awkward aftermath of it all, you feel betrayed by Pink Whitney, the drink that had never let you down before. But even as you mourn the loss of that trust, you find yourself more worked up over the boy who shattered it. Fuck Park Sunghoon for ruining Pink Whitney for you or better yet fuck Pink Whitney for making you fall in love with Park Sunghoon.

all for the sake of throne by @hee-pster

Sunghoon x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k) royal AU, enemies(ish) to lovers - fluff, smut as a king, sunghoon was perfect. He was intelligent, kind, confident — basically everything a woman would want, not to mention how great he was in bed as the cherry on top. But why did his wife seemed to disagree? Did she really hate him or was it all an act? Sunghoon didn’t know, but he was for sure sick of hiding his feelings.

Dirty, Dirty Girl by @minhosimthings

Sunghoon x fem!reader (wc - 5.6k) established relationship, badboy!Sunghoon - fluff, smut You were the police captain's daughter. He was the resident bad boy. It was like a match made in lustful heaven.

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UNLIKELIHOOD by @boyfhee

Sunghoon x gn!reader high school AU, coming of age - fluff, angst(ish), crack, hurt/comfort the chances of you confessing to your crush sums to zero when you realise you have to pretend to have a crush on sunghoon, just to help your friend hide her feelings for the ice prince.

Cloud Nine by @enwrites

Sunghoon x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k + 5.7k) brother´s best friend, mutual pining - angst, fluff, smut You and Sunghoon have never gotten along. Ever. Constant bickering and fights to the point your brother is fed up as well. What no one knew was how badly you wanted Sunghoon spewing those same words to your face in your bed. What happens when he sees something he shouldn’t have seen? part 1, part 2

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impress him by @endthedream

Sunoo x fem!reader (wc - 6.7k) coworkers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff, crack Having a crush isn’t easy, especially when he has a naturally flirty personality. But luckily you have friend that has a great plan on how to impress your crush and get him to like you back.

If Only by @haechanhues

Sunoo x fem!reader (wc - 3.1k) lovers to exes - angst, hurt/comfort a friendship was built on this relationship and you want it to be worth it. // if this were fiction, he’d have hanahaki

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Weverse Crush! by @srjlvr

Jungwon x fem!reader (wc - 4.9k) idol!Jungwon, idol!reader, classmates to lovers - fluff, angst(ish) Your favorite hobby after a busy schedule is going on weverse and trying to get jungwon��s(your classmates) attention so bad! what happens when it does actually happen? you get excited of course! but what happens when you get a reply from him every day?

One More Chance by @pockettwinzz

Jungwon x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k) exes to lovers, coworkers to lovers - hurt/comfort, fluff

mine by @thejakeslayla

Jungwon x gn!reader (wc - 0.7k) established relationship, idol!Jungwon - fluff, crack

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溺れる, DROWNING. by @hh0320

Riki x fem!reader (wc - 3.7k) slice of life, high school AU, new girl!reader, biker!Riki - major angst, fluff?

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prpfz · 8 days ago

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+18 LOOKING FOR 18+ RP PARTNERS!!

i'll keep this short, i'm looking for a good omens plot 🐍

i'd write crowley, so i'm looking for someone willing to write aziraphale (either male or female presenting azi is ok!!).

we can discuss the plot, maybe do something after season two, or something in between episodes. i'd love a plot set in the garden of eden!! or maybe in rome.. we'll see!!

i also love au's! like reverse good omens (PLEASE i'm begging to write angel crowley), royalty, human, omegaverse, etc.

nsfw/smut is a must, as much as fluff and angst, so if that's not your cup of tea, keep scrolling!! i tend to write from one to five paragraphs and i'm semi-lit to literate.

i can rp through tumblr im's or discord, whatever you prefer!! 🐍

give a like and anon will get back to you

#good omens roleplay #good omens rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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maerinhearts · 1 year ago

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All The BL I Have Read

If you're not interested in BL, scroll away. If you are... well...

Welcome. Hello. My name is Mae. I read a lot of BL in my free time because it's incredibly entertaining and I have a lot of fun. None of my friends read BL and the only one I share this information with is my best friend. Because I have a touch of the 'tism, I have compiled a list of every single BL I have ever read and I would like to share it with you.

ETA: This posted very oddly, and I've tried to fix it several times to no avail. I'm sorry.

Please keep in mind that these are in no particular order.

Let's start with the finished works:

Insecret: 102 Chapters

Again: 60 Chapters

Aporia: 108 Chapters

Dear Door: 163 Chapters

BJ Alex: 96 Chapters

Mad Dog: 51 Chapters

No Love Zone: 70 Chapters

Checkmate: 103 Chapters

Love or Hate: 106 Chapters

The New Recruit: 45 Chapters

Hold Me Safe: 49 Chapters

Love So Pure: 113 Chapters

Fake Romance: 37 Chapters

The Unquenchable Mr. Kim: 65 Chapters

Vanilla Soda Sky: 49 Chapters

The Big Apple: 65 Chapters

Darling For Dessert: 72 Chapters

In My Closet: 116 Chapters

A Life Without You: 65 Chapters

The Words In Your Snare: 82 Chapters

Snake Bite: 30 Chapters

Fuck this story.

A Man of Virtue: 131 Chapters

How To Snag An Alpha (Omegaverse): 106 Chapters

My Way With You: 4 very long chapters

Do you like pain? Same. I sobbed while reading this.

Tell Me You Love Me: 15 Chapters

Don't Build My Hopes Up: 50 Chapters

Love Shuttle (Omegaverse): 98 Chapters

Cherry Blossoms After Winter: 151 Chapters

Easy To Read: 50 Chapters

Solar Eclipse: 86 Chapters

Love In Kitsch: 52 Chapters

Broken Boy: 75 Chapters

Seriously… do you like pain? Because same.

On or Off: 91 Chapters

Assorted Wildness: 65 Chapters

The Sweetest Man: 115 Chapters

Surge Towards You (Omegaverse): 61 Chapters

Sign: 115 Chapters

Do you like angst? Same.

Mayday Mayday Mayday!: 50 Chapters

Do you like red flags? Same.

Anti P.T.: 63 Chapters

Top to Bottom: 56 Chapters

Lucky Paradise: 90 Chapters

DO YOU REALLY LIKE BEING IN PAIN? DO YOU ENJOY SUFFERING? FUCKING SUFFER. THE ENTIRE TIME YOU READ THIS. SUFFER.

Secret Therapy: 39 Chapters

Blind Play: 80 Chapters

My Bias Is Showing?!: 48 Chapters

Lying In A Dream: 66 Chapters

Love Me, Doctor!: 55 Chapters

BL Motel: 155 Chapters

Turn Off The Camera: 99 Chapters

Viewfinder: 89 Chapters

Undercover Partners: 174 Chapters

Siren's Song: 72 Chapters

Lover Boy: 81 Chapters

I know you love pain by now…

Unromantic Romance (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

The Ordinary Lifestyle of a Universal Guide: 63 Chapters

Shame Application: 60 Chapters

Red Candy: 92 Chapters

Paid: 55 Chapters

If you read this, be nice to my baby Heejae… He a lil dumb… for a good reason, too.

Love For Sale: 93 Chapters

Kiss Me Liar (Omegaverse): 32 Chapters

Fuck everything about this one.

Heat and Run (Omegaverse): 107 Chapters

Gold Gray (Omegaverse): 126 Chapters

At this point, all you know is pain. This one is fucking SAD.

One Roof, Two Strangers: 56 Chapters

Crash Into Me: 48 Chapters

So you really love pain…

This handles some very difficult topics, please tread carefully.

Love Percentage (Omegaverse): 69 Chapters

Melting Into You (Omegaverse): 60 Chapters

My Master, My Jooin (Omegaverse): 64 Chapters

Blood Link (Omega...verse...ish...?): 135 Chapters

Uhmmmmm….???????????? Top is a vampire??? Bottom is a female lycan???? Uhm? He bites the bottom???? And like??? What???

Okay... Now onto stuff that I am currently reading and is still releasing. There will be an asterisk (*) next to works that are currently on hiatus:

Painter of the Night

Low Tide in Twilight (Omegaverse)

Limited Run*

Speak of the Devil

The Pawn's Revenge*

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

Legs That Won't Walk*

I don’t know what’s happening.

Idk why I’m here anymore.

Jinx

Pearl Boy

TREAD. CAREFULLY. I cannot stress this enough.

Opposites Attract

Anemone Theater

The Ghost's Nocturne*

Tread carefully with this one too. The top is a literal demon from the underworld.

Vanilla Taste

Stranger Than Friends

Odd Love (Side stories ongoing)

The Dangerous Convenience Store (Side stories ongoing)

Semantic Error

Liveta*

Steel Under Silk

Love Jinx

Payback

Under The Green Light*

Stay With Me

Honey Trouble (Omegaverse)

Hold Me Tight (Side stories ongoing)

The Hunting Game

Yakuza In Love

I kinda dropped this one, but also kinda didn’t. I need to pick it back up.

It's Just A Dream... Right?!

Trapped In The Dark* (Considering dropping)

Miscreants and Mayhem

Punch Drunk Love

Missing Love: A Married Man

Prepare… to fucking cry your eyes out…This one is so fucking sad. I’ve never cried so much in my life. You can’t even enjoy the smut. Tread so carefully with this. It is not for the weak-hearted.

You Get Me Going

Kill The Lights (Side stories ongoing)

December (Omegaverse)

Love Is An Illusion (Omegaverse) (Side stories ongoing)

Bongchon Bride

XXX Buddy/Perfect Buddy

Hard-Boiled Love

Hard-core BDSM. Tread carefully.

Origin of the Species* (Omegaverse)

Heal, Heal, Heal!

My Suha (Side stories ongoing)

Work Love Balance (On or Off Sequel)

Shutline

Double Trap

Cold Blooded Beast

DROPPED:

No Reason

Even If You Don't Love Me/Love Me Not

And now for my list of must reads (my faves) in no particular order:

Love For Sale

Man of Virtue

Hold Me Tight

Love Or Hate

Missing Love (this one is incredibly hard to read, but so good)

On or Off

The Dangerous Convenience Store

The Pizza Delivery Man and the Gold Palace

The Pawn's Revenge

Sign

In My Closet

Aporia

I want to put Blind Play on that list so bad, but it's so fucked up it's not even funny. I loved it, but the top is a literal murderer. So please keep that in mind before reading.

And so there it is. A list of everything I have read so far. If you ever want to message me and talk about BL, I'm down. If you want the link to any of these, message me and I will send it.

#bl manhwa #yaoi manhwa #all the bl i've read so far.#goodness gracious #this is a fucking lot

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chocolatepot · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @codswalloping. Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line (or three), and share it! then tag 10 people.

Pretty and Witty and Gay (OFMD, Gentlebend <- still trying to make 'fetch' happen)

“Oh, right! To be honest, I’d forgotten about it,�� Stede said, like being gut-stabbed was a minor inconvenience ladies faced every day, and then she blushed as Ed stared at her. “I mean … it aches a bit, but it’s not like childbirth! All right, now for the stomacher, if you please.”

Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions (OFMD)

Although his hands continued to manipulate the rope, Stede found his mind continuing to race on the alluded topic. There was a part of him that … oh, was very happy to think about the fact that Ed liked him – he’d never had a friend, not really, certainly not one impressive and handsome and cool enough to be able to be friends with anyone he wanted. And Ed was such a good person, maiming and all that aside, that Stede really did want to keep putting him in such a nice mood that even his crew noticed.

Waitin' For My Dearie (OFMD)

Most of the questions come from the older Allambys, with Mary sitting by silently and picking at her plate. He knows he should speak to her, but the weight of expectations is pressing him down: if he says anything to this woman, it must be exactly the right thing, particularly with both sets of their parents sitting by to judge what they say. Stede has never said the right thing in his life.

I seemed not one for such man's love (OFMD)

And it was a good thing that he had, he realized, because even from across the room he could recognize from Ed’s thrown-back sheets and labored breathing that he’d come down with the fever as well. Stifling the momentary urge to panic – because it was one thing for Izzy to be down, another thing for the crew in general to be sick, and quite a third thing altogether for Ed to be so ill that he was insensible – he shut the panel behind him, set down the tray on the table, and drew closer to the bedside.

any blow struck by thy possible hand (OFMD)

A slight breeze pulled strands of his hair over his shoulder, and Stede could feel it ruffling his own curls; it also cooled his cheeks, which he could feel growing pinker as Ed looked at him with that expression – the one nobody else had ever given him, heavy-lidded and half-disbelieving, as though he’d done something superhuman and incredible.

Parched (OFMD)

The Widow Barnhart sets her teacup on its saucer with the softest possible ting! and everyone looks to her. While Evelyn has the most impressive air in the room, she isn’t the leader: that’s Jemima Courten Barnhart, the oldest widow and the one who originally organized the circle decades ago. “Very normal, dear,” she says. “What you need is a hobby – something you’ve always wanted to do. Would you like to try out one of my rifles?”

Chagrin My Dazzle (Northanger Abbey, 2000s AU)

The school is dark and empty – very spooky. There are shadows in every doorway and absolutely nothing is moving, the opposite of how these corridors are during the week. It is exactly the kind of setting where someone might be stalked by a vampire, pressed up against the lockers with a hand at her throat, breathing heavily but trying not to show any fear because she knows that Edward (or maybe Jacob) will come to save her …

Fortuitous (Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell)

“What ho! New blood.”

The speaker proved to be one of a pair of young ladies; she was a tall and slender girl dressed in a spencer that had the air of a riding habit, with a fair-haired lady in spectacles and the most beautiful curls Caroline had ever seen on her arm. They both appeared quite at ease in the room despite the overwhelming masculine presence, and Caroline herself became a little more easy as well.

Other Plans (Emma, omegaverse AU)

“How nice this is,” Harriet whispered when Emma next broke away; if only, Emma thought, she could express herself more eloquently! But perhaps she would learn from the instructive reading list that had been made for her. Emma shushed her gently, then kissed her again; her left hand roamed over Harriet’s bodice, feeling for the soft roundness of her breasts where they swelled above her stays, while her right was tucked neatly in the small of Harriet’s back to pull her closer.

Sixteen (The Goblin Emperor)

What a stupid impulse it had been on his part, to attempt to talk reason – Setheris regarded anything of the sort as rebellion, and he took delight in crushing it. And now he must spend his birthday nursing his lip, as well as the bump on his head and the aching shoulder that he had been given first.

Tagging: @andillwriteyouatragedy, @epersonae, @not-nervous-jester, @nostalgia-tblr, @artemisia-black, @appleteeth, @elapsed-spiral, @skrifores, @alsaurus, @one-more-page

#writing #ofmd #austen #the goblin emperor #jsmn #my fic #writing meme

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timberwolf-anonymous · 1 year ago

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OwO wats dis?

Hi, you can call me Comfort! I use any pronouns. This is my omegaverse sideblog

Hear me out

I started writing an omegaverse fic as a gotcha to any AI getting data from ao3. But as I started doing more research into it I realized I actually really liked some of the concepts! What can I say? I'm a furry.

This blog will be mostly fluff and lore focused, as well as me posting links to my non-explicit fics. Please enjoy! Feel free to send in any questions you'd like! They'd help a lot as prompts for me.

All of my posts are free to rb btw, just tag them as a/b/o in case any of your followers have that tag blocked

And, please, don't make a fuss about this. I don't want this to become like. A big Thing. If you think it's strange, you don't need to say anything. Just keep scrolling or whatever. I am not a troll, this is fully authentic.

Putting some lore under the cut

Hatchetfield is connected to a wolf goddess named Timby, and that's where citizens get their wolf-like features from.

Only people born in Hatchetfield are part wolf. People who move there are fully human and don't have a rank or anything

Hatchetfield used to be under the influence of the Lords in Black, however, Timby overthrew them and now rules the town in a less cruel, more subtle way.

Anatomical notes:

One's rank and sex characteristics are determined through their genes

The genes for omegas and alphas are dominant over the X or Y chromosomes in determining genitalia, but the X/Y chromosomes are dominant over the beta gene. However, secondary sex characteristics are always determined by the X/Y chromosomes with some exceptions (for example if a wolf gene plays a part in determining a secondary sex characteristic for someone, they may have several nipples or breasts as opposed to just two)

This means alphas and omegas can usually reproduce with betas (with a lower success rate than an alpha omega pairing), but alphas and omegas can rarely have a child with one of their own rank.

There is such a thing as being mixed rank, which is when one has the genitalia of one rank, but the instincts, type of scent, and behaviors of another. This does not produce a feeling of dysphoria, it's just a state of being.

The moon goddess Timby can "choose" people while they are in the womb, and this creates an epsilon (ε) ranked person.

Epsilon ranked people possess no reproductive organs, and normally are more animalistic than any other rank in appearance. It's not uncommon for them to have fangs, a tail, wolfish ears, and a full body of fur, whereas most other wolf people only have one or two more subtle animal traits.

Epsilons can still reproduce through asexual, magical means. Through a combination of manifestation magic and several magical elixirs and other ingredients from the Witchwoods fed to the one who will carry the baby, a blastocyst can be formed within a month, which will then follow the normal stages of embryonic and fetal development, with dna being drawn from living things of the Witchwoods as well as their parent. They'll often have strong magical powers (the Gift), and Timby will likely watch over their bloodline as the Gift is passed through it.

#hatchetfield #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time #npmd #this is probably the only post I'll put in main tags just to like. gain some followers #PLEASE BE NICE TO ME I AM BEGGING

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levi-4uckerman · 2 years ago

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dirt and roses

4.8k words | reblog and I’ll tongue kiss u

Alpha!Levi x Omega!Reader: if omegaverse isn't your thing, keep scrolling! NSFW!! Minors, DNI. Tags: established relationship, fem!reader, chubby reader IMPLIED but not explicitly stated, a healthy dose of fluff, but equally smutty, hybrids, claiming, mating bites. angst if u squint. NSFW TAGS/TW: hybrids, wet dreams, mating, cockwarming, mention of knots, breathplay if you squint, dom/sub undertones, Alpha x Omega, claiming, somnophilia if you squint. "Long associated with lovers, Rose benefits both men and women, balancing emotions and healing the heart. Medicinally it is used for increasing libido, rejuvenating the reproductive system and enhancing fertility."

Dirt. You'd gotten used to the smell of it, the taste of it since joining the Scouts. You've felt it stuck between your molars after a long day, had it kicked into your eyes by sparring partners; it even greets you in the sheets when it's time to tuck in for the night. No matter how clean your quarters were, it followed you everywhere. You were certain that there was only one bed in the whole slew of Survey Corps barracks that remained granule-free: Levi's.

It was not a belief, but a fact. As his Omega, you were occasionally granted the luxury of relishing in the soft, clean linen that clung to your body like a warm hug.

Being his Omega had its drawbacks, too, though.

Captain Levi was often busy, too busy for typical Alpha duties. If anyone asked him, he probably would have told them that he hadn't meant to become your Alpha; it merely happened by chance after falling victim to your charm and charisma, that mouth that he just loved to quiet in ways that a better man may find unconventional, those wide hips that just filled out your Scout uniform so well, plush thighs that were so soft when they hugged his cheeks... Like many great things in life, it was an accident. A certain alignment of the planets, if you will, that brought the two of you together. He was grateful for you, truly, but there were days that he thought you'd perhaps be happier with an Alpha who could give you all of their attention and more. Or, if nothing else, an Alpha whose life wasn't on the line every single day.

"But Levi," you'd say, his rough palm in yours, "all of our lives are on the line. I'm proud to say that my Alpha is one of the few that are trying to make this world a better place." Beaming, you would be, your eyes full of warmth.

God, he just loved you so much.

And that's why, this week, he just needed space. Since witnessing the aftermath of the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission, he'd chosen to put a little distance between you and his work. You were lucky enough to sit that one out due to your heat, that he was already a bit sour for having to miss, but since returning... he couldn't look at your sweet, hopeful face without a feeling of dread creeping up the back of his neck. The same dread that he felt when he saw Petra's corpse in the woods, when he saw Isabel's disembodied head, when Erwin had him cornered on that fateful day in the Underground... You were too good for him, too sweet. Someone in his line of work simply did not deserve something so lovable, so fragile.

So easily broken.

"Levi, you're bleeding!" Hange screeched, snatching a chip of the Female Titan's hardened shell from his grasp. "Brute strength isn't going to break through her hardening ability. We've all tried." They took to a more reproachful tone, somewhat woeful, even. "I know you're upset about losing your squad. They were fine soldiers, every single one. But you know as well as I do that it's--,"

"Alpha?" You peeked your head in from the door to his Quarters, eyes widening once they fell on Hange. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I can come back!" You smiled politely at them, your fist crossing over your chest into a salute-- they were still your superiors, after all. You watched the way Hange's features swept from solemn to pleased, the corners of their mouth inching upward into a delighted grin.

"Nothing quite like an Omega's company to brighten a room! It's okay, 'Mega, I will come back later." They snatched away the chip in question, tucking it so quicky into their pocket that you missed it entirely. Hange made to leave the room, but stopped to shake their head and murmur something about how cute you were before turning on their heel and exiting, the door to Levi's quarters clicking shut behind them.

Levi regarded you coolly, his eyebrows tilted upward as you hold the salute. "Oh! Sorry," you giggled, dropping your fist and coming to rest at his side, your step missing its usual bounce. He doesn't miss it, either.

"What's wrong, Omega?" He inquired, allowing you to sidle next to him, somehow still shorter than him when he's sitting. It amused him, as it always does.

"Nothing!" You feigned. A smile tried to play upon your lips, but it wasn't worth the force it required. You felt your stomach turning at the proximity of your Alpha, but even the pull of his pheromones couldn't twist you free from the tangled mood you found yourself in. He didn't need the weight of your problems on his shoulders as well, though. "'Just didn't sleep great last night. I usually don't when it's just..,"

“I apologize,” he sighed, “I promise I haven’t forgotten, little one. It’s just that, since the mission—,”

“Don’t sweat it,” you smiled again, although missing your usual heart. “You’re a busy man, Captain. You can’t play Alpha all of the time.”

Your choice of words gave him pause, and he had to fight to withhold the sharp intake of breath that they provoked. Playing Alpha? What were you implying?

You gave him a quick peck and made to walk off, but Levi caught your wrist. His eyes were unreadable, the color of steel shining back at you with what could only be described as a glare. “What are you talking about?”

He finally allowed himself an eyeful of you. You were disheveled, but clean. Your uniform was pressed and pristine as usual, but some of your straps were loosely clasped, the buttons of your collar misplaced. You had bags under your eyes that looked to be weeks old. You looked exhausted. Had you been sparring? Did someone hurt you? What did he miss?

“Nothing, Captain,” you murmured, shaking your arm from his grasp. “I can go if you’re busy. I just… haven’t seen you since I..,”

Your heat! His eyes widened, he’d nearly forgotten. He held his breath for a moment before asking, tenderly, "How did it go, little Omega? Without me?"

You turned to him, then, and the floodgates opened. The tears came before you could stop them, falling from your eyes and pooling on your cheeks in wet ribbons that glittered in the candlelight of Levi's desk. He took your arms, both of them this time, and turned to face you. "It was awful!" You wept. "I-it... hurt so bad without you, Alpha. And I didn't even know if you'd come back, but then you did, and your entire team was gone! I understand, I'm trying to give you space, but... I really miss you!" You hiccupped, your face falling into the junction of his neck and shoulder. His scent gave you some relief, all woodsy and herbal, like a fine tea.

It didn't fix the problem, though.

He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. He just hated to see his Omega so upset. At times like this, he really did feel like he was "playing Alpha"-- he didn't know how to be exactly... comforting. He could protect you, provide for you, give you more security than you'd ever need-- but that isn't what you needed. You were a fine soldier without him, you didn't need protection or provision; what you needed was someone to keep you whole in times like this, times where the world felt so big and you, so small.

"Omega," he started, tracing comforting circles on your back. "I'm... sorry I missed your heat. Sometimes..," fuck, how did he say this? He pulled you closer, encouraging you to fall into his lap. True to your Omega nature, you had a healthy figure and your thick thighs easily enveloped his own in their warmth. It was in this moment that he'd realized, he had never held you this way before. He hoisted an arm around your waist to hold you snugly. "Sometimes I wish that my life was my own. That I could be a proper Alpha and give you my heart, soul, and my bite. It's what you deserve--,"

"Deserve?" You sniffled, turning your head to the side to face him. "You don't think I deserve you, Levi?"

Fuck. This is why he didn't do comfort. He wasn't good at it. "That's not what I meant."

"I know what I signed up for," you continued, fitting your arm over his. "I didn't sign up for an Alpha who would relent to claiming me the second he was able, or an Alpha that could hold me every night and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. We both know that this world is full of monsters that you can't protect me from," you sighed, your eyes falling to the report he was writing. You didn't look very long, but you could see enough to make out the descriptions of the Female Titan's rampage in the forest.

"I could try," his arm tightened around you. "If that's what you wanted."

"I'm a Scout," You sat up in his lap proudly. "And I have been for longer than you. I can protect myself. I just... hope that one day, during our lifetimes, we'll get to retire to a world where a mating bond wouldn't be the difference between life and death. Where we could live happily, as mates, maybe even have..," you bit your lip. You didn't need to continue.

Levi didn't miss the way a tear slipped down your cheek and onto his desk, smudging the ink on his report.

"Did you know that Erwin has a mate?" He murmured into your ear, lacing his fingers in with yours. "She's not in the Scouts. They met long before he became Commander."

You turned toward him. "Is it supposed to be a secret?"

He hummed thoughtfully. "I don't know. I don't imagine he'd tell me if not for a reason."

"Why... why do you think he told you?"

With a sigh, Levi relented. "Probably to encourage me to do the same."

Eyes wide, you gaped at him. Sure he didn't mean... "To... take a mate?"

"I have to admit, it isn't something I had given much thought to before... the mission. But... when we came back, and we re-entered the gates, I was approached by a gentleman. Petra's father. He seemed to be under the impression that she and I were courting; I'm sure it was a misunderstanding, but his words still... resonated. He said something along the lines of, 'We know that Scouts often live short lives, and we just want you two to make the most of it while you can'."

Your eyes fell to the floor at the mention of Petra and the idea of your own mortality being drilled even further into your head. You just wanted to escape it all.

Levi massaged your digits gently with his own, calling your attention back to him. You were warm in his grasp, growing sleepy as he comforted you with soft caresses, warming you from the inside out. You sighed and leaned forward onto his desk, waiting for a protest that never came. He simply tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear and allowed you to lay your head on his desk, nuzzling an arm beneath your face. Consoled by his scent, you allowed the tears in your eyes to dry and to Levi's pleasure, you started to purr while his digits mindlessly twirled at strands of your hair. You were laying on the report he was writing, but he had to admit, it was one of the more difficult tasks on his to do list and he didn't mind putting it off for a while longer. Instead, he settled on reviewing Survey Corps candidates for his squad... seeing as how he'd have to build it from the ground up.

His work was guided by your even breaths, exhausted from your previous heat and all of the time that you'd had to spend without your Alpha. It hurt him more than he cared to admit, the thought of you twisting and turning in your sheets, comforted only by the spare cloak he'd left you to curl into while he was off, risking his life for the sake of mankind. For the possibility that maybe, someday, he could make you a proper Omega, give you a proper bond, and maybe... Maybe someday, a family.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to his candidates. The first on the list-- Eren Jaeger. Eren was a no-brainer; he'd proven his loyalty in the forest, something that Levi considered to be one of the only good things that happened that day. He had earned his spot. He embarked on the slew of paperwork that the motion entailed, his eyes flicking across the pages, bored... and sleepy. Having you in his lap was no help, your quiet snores and gentle mewls adding to the somnific atmosphere. He hadn't slept properly in days; every time he closed his eyes, he saw them-- his fallen soldiers, his comrades, brothers and sisters in arms. With a soft 'tch', he swatted those images away and carried on, losing himself in his work for the hundredth time that night.

You were more restless than usual, he noticed as you snoozed away. Omegas tended to be heavy sleepers, but you were twitching and groaning and he was beginning to think he'd have to wake you up when he... smelled it. He felt like an absolute dog, sniffing at the air, but he just... had to be sure.

He slid his chair back several inches in surprise at the confirmation, a little moan falling from your parted lips when he did so. Your hips twitched over his, the slightest wiggle releasing another waft of the aroma towards him. Were you... aroused? His eyes were trained on you, his mouth falling agape at the realization, his head cocking to the side. God, this was not the time. He had so much to do, he was still at his desk for Maria's sake! His body... deprived of touch, of sleep, of comfort... it couldn't help but react in kind to the way you squirmed against him, your brows furrowed and your sweet, sweet purr growing in its intensity.

He cursed, your name falling from his lips in a harsh whisper. "Wake up, Omega."

You only whined in response, whatever dream you were having seeming to be much more interesting than your actual, living Alpha that was growing very... impatient beneath you. To further emphasize that point, he didn't miss the soft exclamation of "alpha" that left you.

He looked to the ceiling as if to ponder why? before finally, placing a firm hand on your back and leaning forward, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. "I hope you're having a nice dream, Omega."

Your eyes opened at once. You gasped, unable to move from your position with Levi pressing you so firmly into the wood of his desk. It hurt a bit, but you were so mortified by the ordeal that the pain barely registered.

God damn it all, he's really gonna let me have it...

"I-I'm so sorry, Alpha! I just... missed you so much during my heat, it was all I could think about--, I..," He cut you off with a gentle purr, rocking his hips into yours as if to placate you.

"It's okay," he said, not easing up one bit on the pressure. "I'm gonna let you up now, Omega. But you aren't going anywhere." You swallowed thickly, nodding to the best of your ability. He slid the chair back enough for you to move, an accidental shake of your hips acquainting you with his unmistakable hardness, pressed delightfully against you. The heat on my cheeks could boil a stew, you thought to yourself idly. You stood up, but that's all you did-- you were waiting for your Alpha's instructions, like a good little Omega.

Levi's warm hands began to explore, traveling the expanse of your body from the curves of your hips to the softness of your breasts-- all through your uniform, of course. Your breath hitched in your throat when he reached around you, his hands settling on your belt. He pulled you backwards into him, hard and waiting, as his digits went to work on the buckle. Your pants came undone in record time thanks to your Alpha's expert hands; he softly instructed you to keep your legs together, 'don't let them fall lower than here'. They settled at your mid-thigh, followed shortly by your underwear-- thoroughly soaked.

"Alpha," You squeaked, the muscles of your thighs clenching your legs impossibly closer together as the cool air brushed your quivering wetness. "Do you... really want to do this in your office?"

He took a moment to reply, some shuffling indicating that he was indisposed. He made you wait for his response, your legs shaking at the exposure, feeling utterly humiliated at even the idea of someone walking in--...

"Sit."

You didn't waste a second. You jerked in surprise when you made contact with his bare skin, his bare cock, hard and warm-- god, so fucking warm. So searingly hot as you sank down the length of it, no preamble required. You withheld a moan when he jerked you backwards, closer to him. Your choked gasp as he wrapped a large hand loosely around the column of your throat is music to his ears. He purrs lowly, intensely, basking in the closeness but never moving. "I have work to do."

"C-can I--?" You finish your sentence with a quake of your hips, stilled almost immediately by his domineering grasp. You whimpered, but there was no fear. There was no malice. You missed this, you missed him-- and you would take whatever he gave you.

"Still, Omega. Let your Alpha finish his work."

You nodded. All you could do was nod and whimper and whine, impaled on Levi's thick cock, twitching inside of you with all of your pretty little sounds. You were grateful, at least, that his command didn't include being quiet-- you weren't sure if you would even be capable of it, given the circumstances.

You glanced down at his desk to occupy you, surveying the scattered paperwork, but it was hard for you to focus on anything other than the feeling of him caressing your depths, filling you in only the way your Alpha could. You clenched and unclenched around him, hoping for some reprieve, but you were met only with his firm hand around your throat once more. He squeezed lightly, in warning, before bringing a soft kiss to the line of your jaw. He opened his mouth to speak, but you both froze in place at the sound of footsteps outside of his door. Your eyes fell on the wooden slab across the room. Your heart rate quickened against your ribcage, the rhythmic thumping feeling so much louder than you knew it to be.

The footsteps outside in the hall brought with them two voices, and you listened as keenly as you could in order to decipher their conversation, but you just couldn't. You just couldn't focus on anything other than the feeling of Levi, shoved so deeply and snugly within your womb that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Not peeling his watchful eyes away, he continued his ministrations, slowly. His kisses to your jaw trailed to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there lightly. In your hyperresponsive state, you couldn't help the chill that befell you at the sensation of his canines catching so lightly at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

He chuckled, deep and libidinous. "You're doing so good, little Omega," he praised, his breath hot over the sensitive skin on your neck. You could feel the pulsing of your scent glands, crying for him, aching for a little bit of attention from your big, strong Alpha.

Levi's canines were aching in kind, as if he could feel your pain. You felt unusually tight around him today, extraordinarily wet and just so ready for him. For all of him. Must be something in the tea, he thought, his mind briefly revisiting the new blend of leaves he'd been gifted by Erwin earlier in the week. Something clicked into place in a far corner of his mind, but he actively chose to ignore it in favor of the way your hips were tilting ever so slightly, as if they weren't governed by conscious thought. How cute.

It was taking every ounce of his self-control not to take you by the hips and pull you close, fucking into you with a new kind of fervor. Unrestrained, instinctual, giving you more of him while taking even more of you. With the darkness and grief of his last outing as Captain still weighing heavy on his mind, he wished nothing more than to succumb to the desire that you were coaxing from him. Your scent was sweet and heavy in his mind and he was fighting to betray his urges. Harder than you would ever understand.

"Alpha," you groaned, wistfully, "they're gone..," you breathed in a whisper, your now ricking into his lap with a purpose.

Something snapped, then, within Levi. As if the glass had finally shattered after chipping away with each and every pound of a fist. He growled low in his chest and pulled you away from him (not without noticing the way you cried out in wanton at the loss of contact), his hands grasping your plush hips with ease. He commanded you to remove your fatigues, which you did with haste. He assists you in removing your top, exposing your encased breasts as he reclaimed his seat and pulled you atop him once more; this time, with you facing him.

"Levi," you breathed, your wide eyes falling upon the flush of his cheeks. When your gaze flitted upwards to his steely gray stare, your breath hitched in your throat at the look of longing that he gave you. You had never seen him so flustered, almost appearing nervous. One hand splayed out against the fat of your ass, squeezing gently, and the other reaching forward to tuck a flyaway behind your ear. Gone was the moodiness from when you'd first approached him, and gone was the lust that clouded your movements when he'd first nuzzled himself inside of you. You wanted him intimately, you just wanted him close to you.

Instead of responding, he lifted you only enough to slide home again, effectively stealing the breath from your lungs as you sink down onto his length. A moan escaped your lips. You closed your eyes again when he started rocking into you, biting your lip and riding his thick erection to the best of your ability in the position he had chosen. You were grateful for the closeness, the way your skin pressed against his so closely that you could almost imagine his heartbeat against your chest, quickening and thrumming hard against his ribcage. His hands clutched at you as if he were scared someone was going to pull you away, his hips beginning to hammer upward into you fervently as he leaned forward to press sloppy kisses to your face and neck-- so unlike the Alpha you had grown used to.

Levi was a meticulous Alpha; his touches were calculated and his hands always steady. He exercised self-control on a level that almost scared you at times, always assuring that every one of your little Omega needs were taken care of. You could never dream of being with anyone else, and you always knew you were so, so lucky to have him. In moments like these, you didn't need a bond to know the truth; he was yours and you were his. Moments like these, when his fingertips melted into your skin like hot coals on ice; when his breath was hot and sweet against your face, panting sweet nothings into your mouth as the two of you climbed to your peaks.

"Omega," he panted, your title falling from his lips so sweetly as they ghosted over yours. "My Omega."

You ran your tongue over your lower lip, making contact with his own. He kissed you, hungrily, his arms wrapping around your waist. "My sweet, perfect little Omega."

Was this even the Levi you knew? The Levi that made you scrub the washtub clean eight times after your bath because you "did it too fast" the first time? The same Levi that, upon meeting you, glared at you and asked, "Are you lost, Omega?"

You smiled against his lips when they planted firmly over your own once more. Yes, it is.

And he was all yours.

"Alpha," you whined, rocking even more desperately against his thrusts. "T-touch me, please..,"

You had barely gotten the words out when he pulled away slightly, making a show of the way he licked his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit. You threw your head back at the contact, releasing an unfettered moan in a voice that you hardly recognized as your own.

Your scent glands throbbed on your neck as they filled the room with your sweetness, calling out to Levi.

He stiffened underneath you. His movements stuttered for a couple of beats, but continued their steady pace into your warm heat after a quick recovery.

"Levi, I'm so... so close," you whimpered pitifully against him as he purred, peppering your neck in more kisses. Levi didn't purr often, but he would do so for you if you asked. You were shocked, however, for him to be doing it so freely today.

You closed your eyes to take it all in-- his purr vibrating against you, his thumb working tight circles around your clit, and his knot beginning to catch at your quivering walls. It was all too much and you were teetering on the edge. Your neck was at peak sensitivity, your head tilting forward and to the side instinctually. It would be the perfect time for him to-...

"Alpha!"

With a groan, Levi was seated perfectly within you, locked tightly together as you panted against each other. His teeth were still lodged in your neck, his tongue peeking out to soothe the sting-...

His teeth were lodged in your neck.

Your eyes opened spontaneously, a gasp ripping itself from your chest-- your chest that was beginning to bloom with an almost uncomfortably warm sensation, your limbs growing heavy with exhaustion. You could feel Levi purring still, the sound reverberating against your skin while he held you close. A tickling sensation along your collarbone told you that you were bleeding; your doting mate was using his tongue to lave at your fresh wound.

With shaky knees, Levi eventually found the strength to stand. His seed was nestled deep in your womb, knotted to your body that was on the precipice of sleep. He was cradling you in his arms and your legs were wrapped loosely around him. You mewled as he pulled away from your neck to appreciate his work. A nice, deep mating bite that would adorn your skin forever. Forever telling the world that you were his.

Your eyes cracked open and as usual, Levi could read you like a book.

"Are you okay, my mate?"

A tired smile spread across your face, flushed cheeks lifting upwards in that bratty grin that he fell in love with years ago. "I am now."

Levi had to wait for his knot to subside before finding an out to safely transport you from his quarters to where he actually slept in the barracks. Luckily, by that time it was so late, he didn't have an issue reaching his room undetected. You were fast asleep in his arms as he laid you out on his bed, over his blankets so that he could properly tend to your bite. After placing you down gingerly on his linen, he took a minute to appreciate his newly mated Omega.

He'd redressed you before leaving his quarters, but something about the way your curves filled out your Scout uniform, the plush of your tummy that peeked out from beneath your untucked shirt, the way your round cheeks were still flushed from your prior engagement with him... And your fresh, still bleeding mating wound, announcing to everyone that you had been taken.

He had to admit, it really suited you.

With a shake of his head, he turned to his end table to find something to clean and dress your wound with. He opened the first drawer he saw and rummaged through for a minute before an ornate silver tin caught his eye.

Narrowing his gaze, he picked up the delicate box of tea that Erwin had gifted him, suspicions heavy in his mind. Upon reading the label, he tsked.

"Rose petal tea, huh? Slick bastard."

You mumbled an agreement from your sleep-ridden state, nuzzling into his pillow with a tired smile.

This oneshot was completed upon request. Thanks for reading!

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vampsquerade · 2 years ago

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Requests Rules (Current Status: Open)

Characters Per Request for headcanons: Maximum of 2.

Characters Per Story: Maximum of 4 (all characters will be partners with the reader; exceptions can and will be made if i like it enough).

Characters Per NSFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Characters Per SFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Please be as specific as you can when requesting as it helps me with my writing

Please specify whether you want headcanons or an x reader, so I don’t accidentally write something you didn’t want

Requests are now open for a short time! Please just read my rules and request accordingly!

Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

What I Will NOT Write:

Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!

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the-mocha-pokepuff · 2 years ago

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Good Morning, Or Night, My Lovelies~

My Name Is Lance~! But You May Call Me Lancelot

About The Blog:

This Is A Headcanon/Oneshot Pokémon Blog! While Scrolling Through Tumblr I Noticed That Not Many Pokémon Headcanon And Oneshot Blogs Were Still Posting, And I Craved Some New Content! So I Decided To Go “Fine, I’ll Do It Myself!” And Made This Blog~!

Things I Will Write For:

☕️Smut☕️

☕️Fluff☕️

☕️Angst☕️

☕️General HCs☕️

☕️Random HCs☕️

☕️Pokémon Characters X Gender Neutral, Male! Reader☕️

☕️Pokémon Characters X FTM Trans! Readers With No Top And/Or Bottom Surgery☕️

☕️Poly Relationships☕️

☕️Dark Fiction☕️

☕️Any Pokémon Character From Any Of The Games~! (I’ll Tell You If I Am Not Comfortable With Writing For Said Character~)☕️

☕️Platonic! Pokémon Characters X Reader☕️

What I Will NOT Write For:

⚔️Pokémon Characters X Female! Reader⚔️

⚔️Canon X Canon Straight Ships (BeautifulWorldShipping, GentryShipping, Fallershipping)⚔️

⚔️Fetishes Like Scat, But Pee And Vomit Are Allowed, And It Will Be Tagged VERY Accordingly With Warnings, That Goes For Everything Else Smut/Dark Related⚔️

⚔️Fandoms Other Than Pokémon⚔️

⚔️Pokémon Characters That Are Anime-Only⚔️

⚔️Pokémon (As In Actual Pokémon) X Reader⚔️

⚔️Omegaverse⚔️

About Me:

🍮 I Go By He/Him Pronouns. I Am FTM Trans And Gay, Hence Why I’m Not Too Good With Straight Ships And Female Readers, It Makes Me Uncomfortable Writing Them, I Hope You All Understand.

🍮 I Self-Ship, And I May Often Gush About My Pokémon F/Os. (This Includes Thirsting, So Please Be Careful If That Makes You Uncomfortable! I Will Properly Tag Everything, Though)

🍮 I’m Open To Normal, Random Conversation! Don’t Be Afraid To Just Stop By And Start Up A Debate And Casual Conversation, Although I Would Highly Suggest Keeping It Pokémon Related~!

🍮 I Use Tone Indicators Often

🍮 I’m 20!

🍮 I’m Also Neurodivergent.

🍮 I Capitalize Every Word Because It’s A Typing Quirk I’ve Been Doing For Years, But When I Do One Shots And Headcanons, I Go To Normal Text.

🍮 I Curse A Lot.

🍮 I Tend To Get Carried Away When Talking About Something I’m Passionate About~

🍮 I May Talk About My Favorite Ships From Time To Time (PerfectWorldShipping, HardenShipping, AngelFireShipping, Etc.)

🍮 I May Post Funny Things I Make Relating To Pokémon

🍮 Don’t Be Fooled By My Fancy And Formal Blog, Dear Trainers! I’m Actually Very Energetic And All Over The Place~

Games I Have Played:

🕹 Pokémon Lets Go Pikachu And Eevee

🕹 Pokémon Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald

🕹 Pokémon Masters EX

🕹 Pokémon White, Black, White 2, Black 2

🕹 Pokémon Legends Arceus

🕹 Pokémon Sword And Shield + DLCS

🕹 Pokémon Firered And Leafgreen

🕹 Pokémon Omega Ruby And Alpha Sapphire

🕹 Pokémon X And Y

🕹 Pokémon Sun, Moon, Ultra Sun, Ultra Moon

🕹 Pokémon Heartgold And Soulsilver

🕹 Pokémon Mystery Dungeons: Explorers Of Darkness

🕹 Pokémon Ranger

🕹 Pokémon Diamond, Pearl, Platinum, Brilliant Diamond, Shining Pearl

🕹 Pokémon Go

🕹 Pokémon Scarlet And Violet

💥DNI💥

💥Zoophiles, Transcum, Pedos, Etc.💥

💥If You Are Judgmental And Harass/Doxx Someone For ANY Reason💥

Thank You For Reading, And Enjoy Your Stay~!

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sunshine-omega · 3 years ago

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Sorry to bother but, I've been thinking about getting into miscecanis, but I'm not really sure what that would entail? Especially since I don't know any miscecanis ppl irl so a pack isn't really an option. The only things I really know about are nesting and scents but I'm still confused about scents tbh. Basically I'm asking how to get into miscecanis?

hi! not a bother at all!

so, I got into miscecanis because one day my girlfriend was like hey do you know about omegaverse and I dove ridiculously hard into the topic. I read everything about it I could find on tumblr and read a lot of fic, and at some point on my tumblr deep dive I ran into the term miscecanis. so then I read everything I could about that and eventually found some discord servers where people can talk about miscecanis, etc (although to be honest most of our conversations are the etc part, it's a great time). it's really cool to talk to other people so interested in miscecanis and a/b/o, and to share about experiences with the miscecanis lifestyle like nesting, scents, etc.

besides things online, I just kinda did my own thing to live out aspects of a/b/o in my own life. I picked a scent and got some things to wear it and scent my house like perfume and candles, or trying out different ways of making a nest to see what made me happiest. I also got to introduce my girlfriend to miscecanis, and lucky for me, she got excited about it too. I was nervous to tell her but it really worked out because she's my alpha now :)

so based on my experience, things you can do to get into miscecanis are:

read as much a/b/o related content as you can, and see what resonates with you

read miscecanis content on tumblr to see what others are doing and talking about

consider what dynamic you feel most like, and keep in mind that: a) it can be be really hard to choose, so don't worry b) there is no wrong answer, it's your life and your feelings c) it's super okay to change your mind!! in fact, in the miscecanis community we cheer for people when they figure out something that suits them better

try some things in your lifestyle like wearing a scent, making a nest, maybe wearing some jewelry that reminds you of your dynamic

you can express your dynamic with things like art, or playlists, or whatever else makes you happy

chat with others about it online (but please do be safe online with personal information and all that, internet safety is very important) (also if you scroll through my blog you can find two different discord server links)

chat about it with a friend, but do be careful because some people really dislike the concept of omegaverse so play it safe with that one

I hope this helps! Have fun with it! the miscecanis community is one of the most kind and welcoming groups i've interacted with and i think you'll have a great experience as you get more into it

#miscecanis #misceanimalis #a/b/o lifestyle #omegaverse lifestyle #omegaverse #a/b/o #alpha beta omega #alpha #beta #omega #sunny post #sunny guides #asks

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faeriexqueen · 2 years ago

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Like a Flame (Updated: 8/26/2022)

Title: Like a Flame. Fandom: D. Gray-Man. Pairings: Lavi Bookman/Allen Walker. Rated: Explicit. Words: 21.7K+. Tags: Omegaverse, Renaissance, Medieval, Slow Burn, Romeo and Juliet References, Romeo and Juliet AU, Thieves, Lemon, Beta!Lavi, Omega!Allen (Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings). Chapters: 3/3. Summary: It was an easy enough task Bookman had given him: go to the cathedral, recover a manuscript. Something small to break the tedious work of scroll keeping that Lavi so diligently dedicated himself to. But, a wayward thief and noble have other plans. (Romeo and Juliet/Omegaverse AU). Chapter 3 Excerpt:

He held his breath, waiting as he eyed the door. Lavi didn’t move once as he listened for any signs of Allen being on the other side, whether it be the soft shuffling of footsteps or something else. But, he heard nothing. Lavi frowned. Despite his efforts to remain collected, his worry simmered like an untreated wound, festering unpleasantly and gnawing at him from the inside out. Sucking in a breath, Lavi raised his fist to knock again— He knocked straight into air, the door opening suddenly. Lavi stilled as he immediately came face-to-face with Allen. Allen blinked. He looked caught off guard, lips parted slightly as he started back at Lavi in surprise. “Lavi?” Lavi snapped out of his frozen state. He tried to speak, words somewhat strained. “I, uh—" “What are you doing here?” Allen asked, genuinely bewildered.

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#dgm #dgrayman #lavi bookman #allen walker #laven #d gray man #fanfiction #update #writing update #omegaverse #romeo and juliet au #lemon

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thecenturiestrickle · 3 years ago

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Thank you for tagging me in the WIP game, @edge0fmydesiree! I'm gonna do this wrong again like last time and just dump an excerpt. Here's ~1.2k words of Omegaverse 4. Again, thank you. Tangible evidence of interest in my WIPs helps nudge the writing. ❤️

A note, though, just like last time: Depending on how the story shapes up, this excerpt may look different in the final draft, or it may not even make it in, at all.

Liam drags the pad of his index finger on the coaster where the ring of condensation continues to pool from drops dripping down his pint glass of beer—his third one and already nearly empty though he and Scott have been here only half an hour.

The bar isn’t quiet as much as the people in it seem subdued—unusually so for a Wednesday afternoon when happy hour in the Financial District tends to be rowdy with crowds of people buzzing with midweek energy. It’s been a hectic work day and Liam is glad for the distraction. As soon as the clock hit five he packed up his stuff and allowed Scott to follow him straight this spot. There are only a few others there, mostly solitary folks scrolling through their phones and one or two couples engaged in quiet conversation. It seems to Liam that everybody else looks as low as he feels.

He wonders idly whether Mercury is in retrograde.

The music is decent. So far it’s been a mix of soft rock and pop, ‘90s FM staples that Liam appreciates because they make it easy to relax. He sings quietly along to some of them, even the love songs, though his breath hitches here and there when certain lyrics hit a little too close to the mark.

Still, it helps. The beer, the music, the white noise of uncrowded space, Scott’s solid presence next to him. They help at least enough for Liam to take each moment as it comes.

He takes a big gulp of his beer.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, frowning to himself as his focus shifts, unbidden, from keeping track of the song playing to recalling the first sight of the luminescence of Theo’s eyes.

Omega.

All these years. Theo’s been—god, Liam is so fucking stupid. How could he not have—

He feels it coming, squeezes his own eyes shut to keep the red fire in and draws his hand away from the glass before he does something stupid like crush it in his grip. The burning tightness in his chest he can do nothing about but to feel, so he slumps on the bar, rests his chin where his arms are crossed on the counter, and heaves a forlorn sigh.

“Christ,” Scott whispers softly, brings his own glass toward his mouth.

“Is your friend all right?” The bartender asks politely but sternly.

Scott gulps down his own sip of beer—still only his first pint—and quickly replies, “Yeah—yeah, he’s fine. He’s just…”

Liam sighs again.

“…fine,” Scott finishes lamely.

Liam looks up at the bartender who recoils briefly, eyes flashing violet at the shock of that red gaze leveled at him, though he recovers and juts his chin out in brave defiance. Liam, at once charmed and chagrined, offers a small, regretful smile. He holds up his hands palms out in a conciliatory gesture and makes a point of allowing the guy to see the red of his eyes fade.

“Sorry,” he mutters ruefully, slumping down once more.

The bartender gives a quick short nod, flicks his eyes toward Liam’s drink first then toward Liam’s eyes again. He quirks his eyebrows in silent inquiry. Liam chugs the rest of his beer. “Sure,” he says. “I, um, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Elliot.”

“Elliot,” Liam repeats in acknowledgement and then points toward his own chest—

“Liam,” Elliot says for him, much to Liam’s surprise and delight. “I read it on your credit card when you opened your tab. And you’re kind of a regular.”

“Right, right.” Something about the exchange makes Liam feel shy but pleased. “And, yeah, sure, another one. Maybe something different this time?”

“No shots—“ Scott interjects.

Elliot chuckles. “No shots. You like IPAs?”

Liam blows a long, drawn out raspberry which earns him a cute smile from Elliot.

“That sounds like a no,” Elliot says laughingly, eyes crinkling with mirth.

Liam looks up at him and his heart warms a little. He smiles back, if a little gingerly. He knows he’s being a drag and Elliot is being so nice about it. He likes the way Elliot pays attention to him—firm but patient, indifferent yet somehow solicitous and warm, like Elliot’s initial sternness is a facade which easily and helplessly gives way to his natural gentleness and friendliness that Liam finds attractive in their familiarity.

“Um. How about you choose?” Liam finally replies.

“You got it.”

Liam tracks Elliot’s movement as he goes. From behind they look almost alike. He’s noticed it before, the first time he came here. From behind, Liam could almost mistake him for Theo. The strong shoulders and back, the trim waist, the thick forearms and even thicker thighs in tight-fitting jeans, the air of rugged masculinity that rounds out his gentleness.

God, Liam misses him.

Is that why he chose this place?

Liam kills the rest of his drink just as Elliot is setting down the next one on a fresh coaster. “What is it?” he asks, leaning down toward the glass to sniff the rim of it as he looks up at Elliot.

“Tell me how you like it first then I’ll tell you what it is,” Elliot replies with a wink, hiding the empty bottle he poured from under the counter where Liam can’t see it.

“And maybe a glass of water, too?” Scott adds.

“You got it.”

Scott turns to Liam. “This is your last one, and then you’re gonna chug that water and we’re gonna get you some food.”

“Yeah, all right.” It’s probably for the best.

His first sip is deliberate, careful. Bright flavors of citrus and coriander bloom in his mouth and in his nose, and Liam, despite his glum mood, can’t help smiling. He turns toward Elliot who’s already watching him with a delighted grin on his face. “Dude,” Liam says in awe.

“Right?” Elliot slides the empty bottle across the bar, label facing outward toward Liam. “It’s an Icelandic white ale.” Liam notes the brand, the Viking logo in teal set against a bright white background. It reminds him of pine trees amid the snow. “New favorite?”

“Yeah,” Liam says softly, meeting Elliot’s eyes. “New favorite.”

Scott clears his throat.

“Let me know if you gentlemen need anything, all right?” Elliot, seeming to catch himself, says stiffly before moving away.

“What was all that?” Scott asks, the note of disapproval clear in his voice even without the small, confused frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I dunno what you’re talking about,” Liam mutters, knowing exactly what Scott is talking about.

“Fine.”

The song fades out, followed by the opening chords and drumbeat of the next one.

“Are we gonna talk about what’s going on with you?”

Liam’s hand tightens around his glass. “Scott—”

“You called out for two days and then you showed up today looking like,” Scott gestures pointedly at Liam’s everything, “whatever this is. What’s going on, dude?”

“I’m fi—”

“Don’t give me that. You’re obviously not fine.” Scott hops off his stool and scoots it closer. “Liam, I’m not asking as your boss. What’s going on?”

The tightness in Liam’s chest twists painfully. “It’s Theo.”

“Yeah? What about him? Is he all right?”

“No, yeah, he’s all right.” Liam hopes so anyway. “Something happened.”

“Start from the beginning.”

So Liam does.

#wip #omegaverse #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #thiam #liam dunbar/theo raeken

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thereaderstea · 3 years ago

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I am back! I’ve been having a tough time to be honest and I was wondering if you have any fic recs that deal with mental health/illnesses? Just need fics that let me know I’m not alone here:( - ☂️

welcome back and merry meet, ☂️ carissima! i'm so happy to see you again! i'm sorry to hear you've been having a tough time; i want you to know my inbox and dms are always open if you ever need a listening ear 💜 also, here’s a mental health resource list.

mental health and mental illness are my favorite topics! so i have a lot of them in my library. i have also started reading on and navigating ao3, so i included a couple of fics from there. i included just the mental health warnings for each fic, but please check the fic's warnings before reading as most (if not all) of these fics are heavy and the multi-chaptered fics indicates what each chapter includes.

general warning: these fics (under the cut) may contain topics of mental health, mental illness, physical illness, death, grief/mourning, suicidality, panic attacks, abuse, and more.

BTS Mental Health Fic Recs

lost, then found by @magicalcrwn ➵ksj x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | oneshot | 2.2k ➵mental health warnings: talks of loneliness, existential crisis, implied suicidal thoughts

“When it comes, the two hands overlap / Then the whole world holds its breath for a moment / Zero o’clock“

Life is hard, sometimes you just gotta take a step back and breathe.

Stay by @sahmfanficbts ➵jjk x reader | hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 2.9k ➵mental health warnings: depression, recovery, mentions of suicide

“Till death do us part” Your husband JK will do everything in his power to help you see how much he needs you to stay.

Candle by @tae-cup | The Reader's Tea ➵myg x reader | angst, fluff | oneshot | 4.3k ➵mental health warnings: depressing thoughts, thoughts of suicide, recovery.

You met him at the lowest point in your life. He was your candle, your light, and he helped you fly to the clouds.

nightlight by @minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | mafia au | oneshot | 7.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of death, reader has insomnia, nightmares.

things have never been easy for you but you never expected it’d be them that would make things easier.

heartbeat by minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | hybrid au | oneshot | 9.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of abuse, anxiety, nightmares.

running away from your master is never easy so you deem yourself this will be the last time if you are fatefully brought back to his hold again. so what happens when you stumble upon seven men who says they won’t bring you back? what happens when they promise you their love and care instead?

comforting arms by minniepetals ➵ot7 x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | drabble | 1.2k ➵mental health warnings: stress, sadness/feeling down.

they come home to find you silently crying to yourself.

What Money Can Buy by @jeonstudios ➵jjk x reader | angst, fluff | oneshot | 17.8k ➵mental health warnings: reader has depression, loneliness, mentions of death.

in need of money, jeongguk signs up as a sugar baby, assuming he’ll be paid for sex by some old kinky woman. he never expected to meet someone like you. what were you doing on that site, and why would you have to pay for company?

A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga | The Reader's Tea ➵➵ot7 x reader | fluff, angst, hurt/comfort | hybrid au | series | 88.3k ➵arctic fox!seokjin, panther!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, wolf!namjoon, calico cat!jimin, tiger!taehyung, rabbit!jungkook, vet!mc, human!mc ➵mental health warnings: ksj has anxiety, ksj was non-verbal, pjm has PTSD and anxiety, recovery, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, injuries, fighting rings.

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Fix You by @casuallyimagining ➵myg x reader | fluff, angst, slow burn hurt/comfort | hybrid au | series | ongoing ➵mental health warnings: discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal?

Filtering Light by @sybilwriting ➵jjk x pjm x reader | fluff, angst | hybrid au | series | ongoing ➵bunny!reader, human!jimin, human!jungkook, ft. human!seokjin, human!yoongi, golden retriever!hoseok, tiger!taehyung ➵mental health warnings: mentions of past abuse, allusions of sexual assault, recovery, reader has anxiety and PTSD, panic attacks.

the reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you’re not all of the things that hurt you—you are, in fact, just loved.

Before I Leave You by @hollyhomburg ➵ot7 x reader | fluff, angst, slow burn, hurt/comfort | omegaverse, mafia au | series | ongoing ➵omega!reader, omega!seokjin, omega!jungkook, beta!yoongi, alpha!hoseok, alpha!namjoon, alpha!jimin, alpha!taehyung ➵mental health warnings: emotional and physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, unintended outings, epilepsy.

Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

Don’t Worry Love by hollyhomburg ➵jhs x reader, pjm x reader | angst, hurt/comfort | duology | 4.5k ➵mental health warnings: mc has anorexia/eating disorder, anxiety, fainting.

You thought you had your bad habit under control- but when you wake up in a hospital room your boyfriend: Jung Hoseok confronts you- rightfully angry that you nearly starved yourself to death.

Part 1: Don’t Worry Love | Part 2: Just For You

Open Up Baby (Just Let Me In) by hollyhomburg ➵jhs x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 2.1k ➵mental health warnings: depictions of mental illness, mc has PTSD, night terrors, anxiety attacks, flashbacks, implied abuse.

Hoseok knows that opening up is hard, and that healing is harder. But can see you struggling- but he’s torn, he can’t let you drown under the weight of whatever this is. He just wants to help you. He just wants to know.

Eyes On Me by hollyhomburg ➵knj x reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | established relationship au | oneshot | 4.3k ➵mental health warnings: knj has anxiety and panic attacks.

Kim Namjoon knows how bad his anxiety can get, but when he starts having panic attacks you decide to step in: lakeside hijinks ensue.

Sweet Like Honey (Break Like Glass) by hollyhomburg ➵kth x reader | fluff, angst | established relationship au | oneshot | 6.7k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia, self-esteem issues, dysphoria, internalized self-hate, references to eating disorder.

Taehyung knows there’s something wrong with his girlfriend; the way she can’t look at herself in the mirror sometimes or the countless other bad days. He makes it his mission to make her feel as beautiful as possible.

eternal sunshine by sunlightvmin (ao3) ➵knj x jjk | angst, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort | android au | oneshot | 13k ➵mental health warnings: epidemic, death, suicide attempt, depression, anxiety disorder, grief/mourning, recovery, philosophical/existential talks, morality. ➵make sure you read/scroll all the way to the bottom because i almost didn’t and nearly lost my heart.

When half of the world dies, Namjoon forgets what it is like to live.

Android JK-0901 helps him learn how to, again.

Calcu-LATER by tae-cup ➵kth x reader, pjm x reader | fluff, angst, humor | college au | series | ongoing ➵ mental health warnings: slight internalized homophobia, anxiety attack, implied disorder.

Math never fails you. The numbers might not always make sense, but you know there must be a solution. Everything fits together like a perfect puzzle, like your tidy life and solitary living…until Kim Taehyung spills paint all over your notebook. He, quite literally, trips into your life.

Ch 1. Gouache on Calculator’s by Kim Taehyung | The Reader’s Tea Ch 2. Social Events? I Think Not | The Reader’s Tea Ch 3. Valentine’s Day | The Reader’s Tea Ch 4. Colossians 3:9 | The Reader’s Tea

it's hard to keep the colors inside the lines by orphan_account (ao3) ➵pjm x knj | college au, cafe au | duology | 38k ➵mental health warnings: pjm has insomnia, implied eating disorder, anxiety, panic attacks, mention of suicide. ➵i actually just started reading this the other day and haven’t been able to finish it yet but i love it so far! knj is an adorable, lanky barista who rambles and pjm is, in the author’s words, “a soft anxious cupcake.”

Park Jimin’s just trying to get through life without collapsing of sleep deprivation. Good thing Kim Namjoon works at a sleep clinic.

If I Only Get A Year With You by hollyhomburg ➵ksj x reader | angst, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort | oneshot | 2.1k ➵mental health warnings: mentions of death and self-harm, grief.

When both of your significant others die in the same car crash there is no one else you can turn to besides your longtime friend, Kim Seokjin. You both run away to grieve, but what you find in your sadness is more than you could have ever hoped for.

If someone could see what you could, they’d pass out. But you don't blame them. Who would ever expect for a ghost, a priestess and a grim reaper to be together - much less be rescuing others.

Stay by @deepdarkdelights | The Reader’s Tea ➵pjm x reader (first person pov) | angst | oneshot | 1.8k ➵mental health warnings: topics of death and dying. quote from stay:

“The world was one that had been plunged into darkness, devoid of the sky, devoid of the ground, and devoid of life. It was just the dark mist overhead and me. [...]

Was I even alive, had I ever been born? What is this strange but familiar place?”

here you go, mea ☂️ carissima! i hope you enjoy these stories, and remember that i’m here if you need an ear 💜 i wish you a well journey through your tough times.

sweet water and light laughter till next we meet,

your fellow reading monster, tor-mon 🖤

#bts mental health fic recs #☂️ anon #a reader's recs #a fellow reading monster #bts fanfics #bts fanfic #fanfic rec #bts fanfic rec #bts angst #bts fluff #assistant: castor

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tsumukono · 3 years ago

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🍫pic draw extra for this one shot, don't use it without premission thanks.

It's Top kita x bottom sugawara one shot rare paring i personly like very much. If ya don't just scroll away thanks🧡

Warning's 18+ adult, fluff, possissve kita, jelly kita, neko suga, kitsune kita. Omegaverse.

Last warning if ya don't like it scroll and turn arround.🍫

Sugawara koushi young neko omega had a free day in School and was correctly visiting his Boyfriend Alpha Kita in the inarizaki School, much to his Alpha displease.

First of instead being here and linger arround by him his little omega should study, he supports him on his wish to work as elemetary teacher in future, secondly his team, classmates as other alphas try get onto his omega try rub they scent on his and try over Power his claim, he had on his Love.

He might look stonic and looks like he don't care but deep down hiding he was growling, his inner alpha was displeased.

As he was, they were walking to the cafeteria to have some lunch, he even manage get to quite corner with suga.

Being gentlemen and alpha he shared his lunchbox even when suga sayed he would buy the curry here but kita new, it would be not spicy enough for him and there was no way he could spice it up here.

Even his grandma have now extra spice for his omega amused by kita's soon to be mate.

Giving bit more on siga's plate from his box, he was pleased seeing him eat and that it was his doing, they ate quitly and he was hoping the peace would hold on but fate wasen't on his side this day and The mya Twins sat down with Suna joining the two.

Earning cold look from they captian and try conctrade on the sweet omega that was with him the karasuno Setter.

Atsumu and Suna were getting onto kita's nerves, normal he would be calm but they spread they intressed on suga in they scent's try lurr the omega closer to them, luckly his omega was smart and scoop closer to him not them. He sighed pleased and his fox tail cruled arround suga's waist, scenting him lightly.

Of course there were eyes following the action with raised eyebrow,he ignored it pleased his omega chosed scoop closer to him as fully ignore they chatter and still flirt try's with suga who just was amused.

Contiune the day they keep close together even studied bit. Suga joined his pratice for they team but only promising kita stay on the bench for now, what he not saw coming was his hole team start begging the cute omega to set for them and being as nice and not able say no, he start his simple easy set's.

The white tail twitched annoyed and he clicked his tounge watching his omega setting for his team, mindless alpha's that try get the attetion of HiS omega.

He tryedlook blank but aran his best friend could even smell and see kita's anger raising up to his peak point and it was matter of time they calm captain would lose it.

Special the twins were haning on the poor omega brushing on prupose on the poor good heart suga just rub they scent on him.

He gave low growl the shirt was stinking of the twins and rest of the team,as much he loved them. He dont want any of they scents of his mate, the tipp of the iceberg was. When atsumu hugged suga and rubbed himself all over him.

Everyone froze hearing the deep loud growl of they captian, that even the hyper blond jump away from the omega. Everyone knew they overdid it now, they calm robotic like captian was showing his fangs, muscels tensed up and his angered scent was filling the gym. Stomping forward he grabbed sugas hand pressing him at his chest, his tail cruling arround the petit men's waist, rubbing his scent in him.

His growl deepend when he realised he could not scent suga's shirt with his scent. The called omega gave soft whine try sooth his alpha, who's eyes soften and he dragged him back to the chaning room further to a shoqer cabin.

Feeling they just the two of them he sighed kissing suga's forhead "you know how much i hate it when others touch you and they scent linger on you.."

Suga sighed and nuzzels his face under kita's chin giving soft purr knowing calms him down "i know, i am sorry...i should stopped and stayed on the bench" holding the his omega closer his nose scruched smelling the shirt and kita start ripping suga's shirt appart "k-kita stop i don't have a spare with me!" But his please and whines hit fir once on deaf ears and his shirt was in few minutes in shreds on the floor.

Again the alpha hold his omega scenting him and was this time pleased his scent lingered on him, crooning softly "...you know i am shirtless now"

Well aware of that and waggibg his soft qhite tail very lighty, the two toned haired men start kissing the neck lightly and sucked on suga's scent gland, tasting the sweet omega's wild flower scent he loved and that drive him so often crazy.

His hands glide down grab the nekos ass and press him closer to himself, biting on the gland so it realised more of the sweet scent making suga whimper slowy in need "kita, try calm down my sweet alpha"

Holding suga only closer he pressed they forheads together looking into omegas eyes "I am calm, just not happy how still bit scent's of other alphas are on you my kitten, sorry just though other alpha could snatch you away or you going to other better one, makes me feel angsty and scared to lose you and that's something i don't want to happend i found you and i am keeping you for myself, you make me feel things and flatter my heart kitten and just you" suga purred loudly and lift his hand to stroke gently as softly over the cheek from his lover "silly fox, i Love you so much there no reason to leave you. You the first and only alpha supporting my wish to work even means having family later, you help me in so many things. Why would i want leave someone who love support me for anything, you perfect for me. You keep me in ground even if i tease or be cheeky or get lost in distraction i can count on you keeping me geounded remeber my goals dreams and the special bond and Love we both have"

His eyes watered bit of suga's words and he put his bit larger hand on the more delicate one of his sweet boyfriend, he sighed crooning deep took the hand fully in his and kissed the inside of the hand and each fingertip "kitten, sorry for my behavior just Love you so much and to be honest as blunt i want claim you soon as possible ..your next heat when comes going lay my claim of course with protection but i want you only you as you have me my kitten..mine alone..really dont want share you" turing red suga smiled sweet soft at him "would be honored being your mate then and yes, but..we still have the problem you destroyed my shirt shinsuke, as much i love you...i need spare one to wear" kita gave harsh nip on the gland and kissed his way bit up of the throat from his beloved omega leaving another mark before he let go and get his jesery off and helped suga in crooning, since now he heavly smell like him and its not much that turns him on but seeing suga wearing his jesery or any clothes from him is turn on, seeing kita pleased but also seeing the look into his eyes he smiled sweetly at him poking his alpha's nose "i know qhat you thinking but" he stroked his soft fingers over kitas cheek gently and peek his lips turn his head quickly before his aloha could take control deepend the kiss "but what you have in mind we can do later in my apparment or your room at your home"

Stealing a kiss from his smart lover he crooned "mh sounds like a plan,best is by me. I have condom's, freshly buyed. Plus we can take afterward a nice relaxing bath, going clean you sparkles" shaking his head he hugged his fox "sure but more sure you try rub all scents off so i smell clean just your scent hang ob me" smilling softly down at suga he chuckels "yes, thats just bonus" they went back to the chaning room and kita grab his spare jesery both enter the gym again, suga sitting down on the bench. Feeling eyes on him he feeled bit uncomftable, clapping his hands kita got all attetion on him and contiune the pratice.

No ask question why suga wears kita's jesery but they could put one and one together plus how heavy they captian's scent was on he onega meant for everyone to back off and get lost, the twins whined bit but were happy for they captian he found someone tickeling smile out not of anger but being happy and they could see that the karasuno setter was making they beloved captian happy.

As kita keeped his promise, assoon they hit his room as his grandmother house. He made Love to his little omega kitten, they were in the bathtube sitting on kita's lap, the alpha was washing softly his hair loving to touch the wild mop of silver hair under his fingercups, suga had his eyes closed purring loudly loving each touch this soft stonic alpha gave him and there was nogthing he would change it for.

As soon kita was done, suga lean back onto his chest smilling "I love your aftercare, you allways loving caring make sure i am ok" crooning with pride he took sugas hand in his and interwine they together "of course i do, i love you and i cherish you and main is pleasing and taking care of you kitten" they went both silent enjoy the bath bit more before getting out and head to bed,cuddeld close and knowing they stay together not couse they omega or aloha but of that they love each other from the bottom of they heart.

#haikyuu #haikyuu kita #rare ship #kita shinsuke #haikyuu roleplay #digital art #kita x sugawara #yaoi ship #yaoi haikyuu #suga #sugawara koushi #haikyuu sugawara #digital drawing #digital fanart #fan fic writing #yaoi couple #omegaverse

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