#seeing that I got the colors on omega's legs wrong god damn

[cat-dragron-arts]

Gearing up for Team Dark Week by practicing drawing Omega and Rouge! I like it when Rouge is given more bat like features :]

Reference image for Omage pulled from @/sonicreferencephotos

[btsqualityy]

Assuage: Chapter 13

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

When you woke up the next morning, you could barely breathe from the lump that was Min Yoongi resting on top of you. 

Looking down, you smiled when you saw his head on your chest with his cheek smushed against your breast, his nose resting at the base of your neck. His legs were intertwined with yours and you couldn’t help but to notice how nicely your scent mixed with his as they both hung in the air. 

You still couldn’t believe how quickly things had moved between you and Yoongi, when you had the time to sit down and really think about it. You had never expected to even want to be in the same room with him but now, you had definitely fallen for him and at the rate that things were going, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you fell in love with him. 

“You’re thinking too loud,” Yoongi suddenly grumbled, and you smiled as you reached down and set your hands in his hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“What time is it?” He asked and you glanced over at his bedside table, taking note of the time on the clock that sat there.

“8am.”

“I don’t function before 10 so let’s go back to sleep,” he muttered.

“I’m gonna have to raincheck,” you giggled. “I need to go to the Head Hall and talk to my brother about some things.”

“Everything ok?” 

“More than,” you assured him. “It’s just some small stuff, nothing serious.”

“And you have to go now?” He whined. “And leave me here, all alone, with only the remnants of your nest and your scent to remind me that you were even here?”

“You are so dramatic, what the fuck Yoongi?” You laughed. “I have an appointment with a pregnant Omega at 10 so I need to go talk to Joon before he gets too busy.”

“Ugh, fine,” he relented, lifting his head and opening his eyes to look at you for the first time this morning. “Wanna meet for lunch?”

“I’m booked up all day,” you grimaced. “What about dinner? You could come to my place and I’ll cook for you, for a change.”

“Sounds good,” he nodded, leaning up and kissing you gently. “I’ll see you later then baby.” After pressing a few more gentle kisses to his lips, you managed to pull yourself away from him and hop into his shower. Once you were out, you may or may not have snagged one of his flannel shirts from his dresser drawer before pressing another kiss to his forehead and sneaking out of his house. 

Your walk to the Head Hall was quick, given that you’d been making the same walk literally since you were born; first to visit your father and now, to visit your brother. Once you stepped inside, you climbed the massive staircase that led you to the second floor and you walked over to stand in front of Namjoon’s secretary’s desk.

“Hi Y/N!” Mina greeted you cheerfully and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Hi Mina. Where’s Tae?” You wondered, since Taehyung was Namjoon’s usual secretary.

“He called in with the “flu”,” she giggled. “Though if you ask me, I think he just didn’t want to pull himself away from that Alpha of his.”

“Most likely,” you laughed in agreement. “Is Namjoon here though?”

“Just got here about 20 minutes ago,” she nodded. “Go on in.”

“Thanks,” you said before stepping around the desk and knocking on the door to Namjoon’s office.

“Come in!” You heard him say and you pushed open the door, sticking your head inside a little so that he could see you.

“Busy?” You wondered and he shook his head as he motioned for you to come inside. You did so, making sure to shut the door behind you before you walked over to sit in one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk. You always got a bittersweet feeling whenever you went to visit Namjoon, since his office used to actually be your father’s before he was killed. 

“You know, as your older brother, I’m not even gonna ask why you reek of Min Yoongi because I don’t want to know,” he spoke up before you even had the chance to say anything, which made you smirk as you looked at him.

“Oh please, as many times as Tae and I accidently caught you and Hyo making out when we were teenagers,” you snickered, making Namjoon’s cheeks redden. “You can deal with some scenting.”

“You smell like you did a whole lot more than scenting or making out though,” he laughed and it was your turn for your cheeks to redden. “But what’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to check in with you and see what you thought about Yoongi,” you told him.

“Why would you ask me that?” He wondered with a chuckle as he sat back in his chair. “We both know that you’re gonna do whatever you want regardless of what I may have to say. You always have.”

“Yeah but you’re Pack Alpha and you’re also my only big brother,” you said. “Ideally, I’d like to have your approval.”

“But you don’t need it, given your status within the pack,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes at him bringing that up.

“Well, give me your opinion according to my new status,” you replied.

“I like him well enough,” Namjoon sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “He seems strong and dependable, and he’s a damned good hunter so I know that he’d be able to provide for you and protect you. However, he’s a little on the quiet side.”

“What’s wrong with being quiet?”

“Nothing, if it doesn’t seem like someone is using that to hide something,” Namjoon shrugged. “He seems almost too quiet. Plus, I really wish we knew more about how he ended up almost dead and why whoever did that to him would just leave him there.”

“You think it was his fault?” You questioned with an arched brow.

“No, but you know as well as I do that if a person is thrown out of their pack, most of the reasons behind it aren’t positive ones,” he responded. 

“Still, it probably wasn’t his fault,” you replied.

“Probably, but the possibility is always going to be there until he tells us otherwise,” Namjoon shot back. “You wanted my opinion, that’s a part of it.”

“Hyo said that you said that you thought we’d make a good match though,” you brought up, making Namjoon groan loudly.

“God, I love that woman but she talks too much,” he huffed, making you chuckle. “When I said that, I meant it on the basis of our biology. I almost expected the two of you to be attracted to each other, and I wasn’t at all surprised when you showed up with that necklace on.”

“So you do approve then?” You pressed him.

“Yes Y/N-ah, I approve,” he relented as he rolled his eyes. 

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he shrugged and it was then that you noticed something in his sandalwood and pine scent was off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, and he sighed heavily before telling you.

“Hobi caught some lurkers on the edge of our territory last night,” he revealed, making your eyes widen. 

“Seriously?” You gasped. “You think it’s anything to be concerned about?”

“I think it’s Seo-hyun’s pack,” he confessed and you immediately felt anger cloud your senses once you heard that name. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You spat and Namjoon nodded.

“Seo-hyun has been the one that’s been pressuring the packs around here to fight over territory,” he reminded you.

“Just like he did before the Great Pack War,” you added.

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he sent those lurkers just to test me and see what I would do,” he said.

“Well, what are you going to do?” You wondered.

“I’m still working on that,” he replied honestly. “But whatever I come up with, I’m gonna try not to take it to the extremes of war again. That’s the last thing that this pack or any of the other packs need.”

“Agreed,” you nodded. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work.” You stood up from the chair and after he nodded at you, you turned around and walked towards the door. Just as your hand wrapped around the door knob, Namjoon called out to you.

“Y/N-ah?” He said and you turned around again to look at him. “Your heat’s coming up soon, right?”

“You know, you’ve been Pack Alpha for seven years now but I’ll still never get used to you knowing my heat cycle,” you blushed lightly.

“Trust me, it’s not my favorite piece of knowledge to have but you would’ve had to do it too if you kept your former status,” he pointed out. 

“To answer your question though, yes it’s coming up in like a week or so,” you told him. 

“You should tell Yoongi before then,” he advised you. “You know what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled softly. “I’m gonna tell him. I just...have to figure out how to.”

“I get it,” Namjoon nodded. “Have a good rest of your day Y/N-ah.”

“You too Joon,” you replied before turning around and stepping out of his office, shutting the door behind you.

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“Ok, so no offense or anything,” Yoongi began but you interrupted him.

“That’s usually what someone says right before they offend you,” you pointed out, making Yoongi laugh loudly.

“This probably will offend you but I have to say it, it looks like an actual blueberry in here,” Yoongi chuckled as he looked around your cabin. The two of you had been sat on your couch, eating the chili that you had cooked for dinner. This was his first time actually coming inside your house, and you were quickly regretting it.

“Blue is my favorite color,” you muttered petulantly. The walls in your living room were colored in powder blue, with the couch and two easy chairs matching it. Yoongi also couldn’t help but to notice how many vases you had with fresh carnations around as well.

“You like carnations?” Yoongi wondered.

“Love them,” you confirmed with a soft smile. “When I was little, my dad used to always get my mom a fresh bouquet of them every week. I got so used to having them in the house, I decided to keep it going once I got my own cabin.”

“They’re beautiful,” Yoongi said as he extended his arms towards you. You immediately moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap you up into a tight hug. 

“Missed you today,” you murmured as you nuzzled your nose against his scent gland on his neck. 

“I missed you too baby,” he whispered. 

“How was your day?” You questioned. 

“Busy,” Yoongi huffed. “Kibum didn’t feel well today so I ran the hardware shop by myself.”

“Really?” You gasped in surprise. “That’s great.”

“It was nerve wrecking,” he corrected you. “I wouldn’t have even done it if Kibum didn’t basically threaten my life.”

“Yeah, that’s how he gets what he wants,” you giggled. “How did it end up going though, besides being busy?”

“It was...good, actually,” he told you. “Since everyone mostly knows me now, it was smooth sailing.”

“Aw, look who’s a part of the pack now,” you cooed, and Yoongi laughed.

“I didn’t really expect to ever be,” he admitted. “Especially with me being an outsider.”

“Why?”

“Because in my old pack, being kind to each other wasn’t the norm,” Yoongi huffed. “And we definitely didn’t extend kindness to outsiders.”

“But you like it?” You guessed and he nodded.

“I do. I never thought I’d end up here, but I’m glad that I did,” he confessed, taking a second to lean down and press a kiss to the side of your head. 

“I’m glad that you did too,” you smiled. After saying that though, you couldn’t help but to hope that he would react well to your secret whenever you decided to tell him because you really were glad that he was there and you didn’t want to lose him. 

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[silverflame2724]

A/B/ O prompt AU where Omega!WWX's married to Alpha!JC. Following WC's death, WWX enters into his heat unexpectedly and is raped in the dark by an alpha who's in a rut, not knowing it's JC. WWX ends up pregnant but consumes wine in attempt to abort the baby since he thinks that the baby isn't JC's. In Burial Mounds, WWX gives birth to A-Yuan but gives him away to one of the Wen Remnants since he doesn't want him. After JZX's death, WWX is knocked out and taken to Lotus Pier by JC to be treated and finds out from a doctor that the resentful energy's killing his husband. To avoid causing anymore trouble for JC and JYL, WWX decides to drown himself after he leaves a note telling JC about his pregnancy.

This is my 1st A/B/O prompt so if I made some mistakes please tell me.

In this context, I’m not so comfortable explicitly writing the rape happening so it’ll be just a brief mention.

TW for rape/non-con in the beginning. If you want to skip that part, skip to the first dotted line. As well as a warning for infanticide, for which, if you’d like to skip as well, skip to "Until he met Wen Qing.”.

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Wei Wuxian had felt something loosen within him moments after Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu finally took their last breaths. In hindsight, this is where it all went wrong.

One moment he was grinning with relief, the next, he’s keeled over, his heat - which hadn’t appeared since the fall of Lotus Pier - hitting him in waves. He managed to stumble away from the cooling corpses of the Wens he hated and into a room. Gods, out of all the times he had to get a heat, why now?

Blearily, he looked at his surroundings. Jiang Cheng.......where’s Jiang Cheng? He was in the room with me just now. He can help me through this, can’t he? 

Footsteps got closer and Wei Wuxian tensed up. Who....Who is it? Is it Jiang Cheng? It had to be. He could smell me from here, couldn’t he?

The sharp scent of an alpha in rut hit his nose and Wei Wuxian found himself roughly pressed into the floor. It was dark and he couldn’t see whether the person above him was Jiang Cheng.

He panicked. He tried to kick the person off, struggling but it was no use. Starved, beaten and struggling to survive in the Burial Mounds for three months had drained him of all energy. He couldn’t fight back.

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.

.

As soon as the alpha above him knotted him - despite his vehement protests - and collapsed on top of him, Wei Wuxian started to sob. 

The knot deflated and Wei Wuxian pushed the alpha away, hurriedly dressing and escaping from the room. As he ran through the cool night air, he was glad no one saw him disheveled, broken like this.

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The war ended. The war had ended, but Wei Wuxian was in despair. All of his symptoms matched up. He was pregnant. He was pregnant but it wasn’t Jiang Cheng’s.

He knew what he had to do then, he had to get rid of the child. If Jiang Cheng ever found out. He shivered.

He had to get rid of them.

.

.

He did everything he could, drinking wine, eating foods he wasn’t supposed to eat, but it didn’t work. All it did was give him pain. 

Wei Wuxian knew he couldn’t just go to a healer and ask for certain herbs. After all, people were looking for weaknesses of his constantly after the war and he couldn’t allow any word of his pregnancy to escape. 

............

Six months down the line and the child still hadn’t died. Wei Wuxian didn’t know whether to feel happy or frustrated. 

Nowadays, he had to wear scent blockers all the time to prevent people from asking about his scent and avoiding any and all contact with healers.

His days passed by worryingly like this.

Until he met Wen Qing.

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In the Burial Mounds, a newborn’s loud wail rang out in the quiet. Wei Wuxian, weary and dizzy from blood loss gave the child the name A’ Yuan and gave him up to Wen remnants without hesitation.

He didn’t want the child.

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.

.

He didn’t want the child. But he couldn’t stay away from him. Whether it was his omega instincts or his sentimentality for carrying the child for nine months, he couldn’t just ignore the boy. 

He gave A’ Yuan love and attention but managed to stave off the worst of his instincts and kept his distance from the child, only letting him see Wei Wuxian as an uncle, at best. It was a fulfilling life.

He hoped his days would pass by like this, no matter how difficult it was.

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Somewhere though, deep in his heart, Wei Wuxian knew things couldn’t go on like this. Staring blankly as Jin Zixuan’s limp body got farther and farther away from him, Wei Wuxian felt silent tears roll down his cheeks. Why can’t I just be left alone?

.

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When Wei Wuxian next woke up, he was in Lotus Pier. For a moment, he thought it was a dream until Jiang Cheng gripped his hands tightly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me the resentful energy was killing you?”

Wei Wuxian internally sighed in relief. It seemed like his pregnancy and his golden core were still secrets. “I....didn’t think it mattered.”

“Didn’t think it mattered?!” Jiang Cheng raged. “How could you think-- I....I worry about you, idiot!!”

Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched. Jiang Cheng still cares? I thought.....I thought after I took in the Wens, I didn’t matter to him anymore. 

“I’ll find a solution. Don’t worry, you won’t die.” Jiang Cheng said.

“How can you still say that?” Wei Wuxia asked hollowly, suddenly remembering Jin Zixuan. “I.....to Shijie’s husband........”

“We’ll figure it out together. And besides, I know you wouldn’t kill the Peacock without some reason.”

“Heheh, you’re starting to sound like Shijie.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “That’s because A’ Jie calmed me down and told me to think rationally.”

Wei Wuxian didn’t look up.

“She knows you wouldn’t do that to her.”

“B-But, I........” He unconsciously let out a distressed scent and Jiang Cheng sent some of his own to comfort Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian’s stomach grumbled. 

Jiang Cheng snorted. “Wait here. I’ll be back with food.” He mumbled quietly, “You’re too damn thin.”

Wei Wuxian smiled quietly.

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Wei Wuxian was not an idiot. He heard the whispers from the disciples, from the servants. The Jiang sect will be in trouble for sheltering him. No one may have seen him enter Lotus Pier but it was only a matter of time. 

He couldn’t let Jiang Cheng or the sect take the fall for his sake. Not again.

With shaky hands and a resigned smile, he wrote a letter - an apology, a thank you - to Jiang Cheng and Shijie. He wrote about the Burial Mounds, about the innocent Wens and how he wanted them to be saved, the night he was raped, and.....about his pregnancy and A’ Yuan. He hoped his last wishes were enough to persuade Jiang Cheng.

Sealing the letter, he left the room and found his favorite lake, the one he used to play in with all his shidis. Those bygone days of innocence had all but disappeared.

Dangling his legs over the edge, he looked at the beautiful sunset dying the lake a sky a mesmerizing color. 

Shijie, Jiang Cheng......I’m sorry.....and thank you. I hope with my death, you will all be safe.

He waded into the deepest pit of the lake - the part he was always told to avoid - and allowed the rapid currents to drag him deep underwater. 

Within a few minutes he’ll be dead.

Within a few hours, his body will be found.

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Where’s Lan Wangji in all of this? The answer is......I don’t know! Think whatever you like!

I hope the prompter is satisfied with this! I personally hoped to put a bit more emotion into it, but......I’ve put off answering this prompt long enough! Hope you enjoyed it!!

[angstyclowns]

Baby bear

Mentions of Poly relationships and graphic descriptions of child birth. Don’t like? Don’t read :D

Todobakudeku x oc; feel free to read this as a 'X reader’

“I swear to god, I’m gonna kill you all!” Adaliah screeched as she gripped the bed sheets to her hospital bed, another contraction ripping through her body like a crack of lightning. The exercise ball she was bouncing on was squeezed between her thighs as she shut her eyes in pain, tears crawling from the corners.

“Your doing phenomenal,beloved.” A calm voice soothed from behind her as a warm hand rubbed her swollen belly, a drastically colder one massaging her thigh as the owner helped the mother-to-be bounce.

It physically pained the alpha to see his omega in such pain, but it was unfortunately inevitable. They all knew it the moment she lept into their arms with happy tears in her eyes, a small stick in her hands. Given that each and everyone one of them were beyond excited to start a family with the beautiful omega. It was a dream come true- all three alphas as pro heroes, the omega being one too until she had to step down for obvious reasons. They got the girl, the job, the money, and now they’re getting their family. 

The hospital bed sheets were released as the contraction soothed over, the white haired omega sighing as she leaned further on the ball. Her own hand went to one on her stomach, their rings clinking as they lightly smacked against each other. The male turned his hand slightly, grabbing the smaller one and gently rubbing his thumb along the knuckles. He smiled softly as he felt her own ring, tracing the three intertwined hearts on it, each one of the three different colored gems (Red, blue and green) prodding his thumb as he crossed over it. 

It always fascinated just how different her ring was compared to the boys’. Theirs were simple gold bands, the only similarity being the three gems (Those one varying between the combos of red, blue, green and purple depending on the wearer). To be fair, though, the rings were more of an accessory than a show of their love, the three bond marks littered on her neck and collarbone were show enough.  It was uncanny really, how their bands were like themselves. The girl omega so much more different than her three alpha mates. 

“Huh, did you know that omegas’ have the ability to combine the DNA of their mates during intercourse to provide their mates with the most effective breeding? If any form of semen enters the omega during her heat, their body can store, and splice the perfect sperm to fertilize the egg.” Another male hummed from a bedside chair (He had been beside her until she snapped as another contraction hit her, demanding space), holding a book on omega pregnancies as his unoccupied hand played with his wedding band (blue, red and purple gems on it). 

“Great. So it will have your energy, Shoto’s wit and Katsuki’s attitude.” Adaliah groaned, the omega rolling her hips as she felt her child move further down the birth canal. 

“Aww, Liah.” The male on the chair stood up and set the book down all in one swift motion, reaching the girl with two quick steps. He pressed a quick peck to her temple as he knelt beside her. “That just means she’ll have your good looks.”

“And if it’s a boy, ‘Zuku?” 

Izuku chuckled, his green locks bouncing with his head. “I don’t think it will be a boy.” 

He didn’t get the chance to back away before Adaliah grabbed his hand tightly with her unoccupied hand, intertwining their fingers as her other hand clutched Shoto’s warm one that was previously on her stomach.  She let out another yell as she squirmed and shimied on her stupid excercise ball. 

“God damn it, get this thing out of me!” Adaliah all but screeched as she threw her head back in pain. The door to her room opened as the contraction eased, the squeezing slowly releasing as a click was heard. 

A warm hand brushed itself through her hair before the owner flopped onto the hospital bed the omega was leaning off of.  

“We’re trying, ‘Mega. Stupid fucking doctors don’t know what their doing.”  The blond on the bed growled, turning to lie on his stomach. “They said they're going to check on you in ten minutes.”

“Ughhh. What’s wrong with right now?!” 

“Nothing at all, sweet pea.” A sweet feminine voice echoed through the room, all eyes soon turning to the intruder. “If your hunks for mates can help ya onto the bed, we can see how far dilated you are.”  The red headed doctor smiled, walking over to where the omega’s chart was. 

The boys did as instructed, helping their heavily pregnant omega onto the bed, pulling her legs into the stirrups. Katsuki sat behind her, the girl settled between his legs and leaning on him, while the other took their places beside her.  “So, Mrs. Bakugou-Todoroki, it says here your contractions are five minutes apart and three hours ago you were 8 and a half centimeters. Correct?” 

Nods came from the males as the white-ette threw her head back with a groan, Katsuki nuzzling her scent gland as she did. Looking up, the doctor smiled softly at the sweat drenched Omega, the green haired alpha running a hand through her locks. 

“Then you should be close, lemme’ just check, ‘kay doll?”

Adaliah didn’t get a chance to respond before the doctor was doing what she needed to do. A small splash was heard as the doctor lightheartedly laughed. Oh dear god, that was her water wasn’t it?

“Good news! Your fully dilated and ready to push on your next contraction!” The doctor cheerfully exclaimed before taking off her gloves, snapping on a fresh pair. 

Katsuki was quick to shove Izuku out of the way, taking his place as Adaliah squeezed the two hands in her grip, a scream ripping through her throat. Her head was raised as she pushed, trying her hardest to get this done and over with. 

As the contraction died out, her head fell back, tears brimming her eyes. She shook her head side to side as a strange and uncomfortable feeling was felt within her lower regions, an unnaturally stretched feeling. It hurt. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore- I’m not ready. Let me go home, I’ll come back when I’m ready.” The white-ette whimpered as she felt another contraction come on. Her grip on the hands in her own tightened significantly as she yelled again, pulling herself up. A hand was on her stomach, rubbing with gentle circles as the boys all gave their own words of encouragement. Once again, the stretched feeling was back, only bigger and way worse. 

“Dear god, get this thing out of me!” Adaliah whined as she settled back down, trying to readjust herself as best she could.  Katsuki massaged her thighs for a sense of comfort, whining as a distressed chirp left his wife.

“One more push, ma’am. I gotta warn you though, this one’ll hurt quite a bit more.” The doctor muttered the last part, not that Adaliah could hear anyway- not with the blood rushing through her ears.  

The final contraction hit like a tidal wave, a blood curdling screech ringing out as Adaliah gave her final push, a new foreign feeling setting in, providing nothing but pure agony- no- pure torture. God there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe the pain she felt as her child went through the final stages of their birth. Dear god, she felt as if her skin was tearing strand by strand, atom by atom. 

The squeezing in her stomach and lower back soon started to cease just as the omega began relaxing her sore muscles, only for them to tense again as a shrill cry rang through the hospital room, the four new parents all looking up. 

“It’s a girl!” The doctor announced, holding a squirming little body in her hands, quickly looking to the only man not holding a hand. “Sir, would you like to cut the cord?”

Adaliah was certain that the smile on Izuku’s face would stick it was so big; the male quickly rushing to do so. While he was doing that a nurse helped deliver the afterbirth, giving her the opportunity to hold her child the moment she was ready. 

Which wasn’t long, since Izuku was back at her side, within minutes, as a nurse approached the bed. Her newly diapered child was placed on her chest, tears soon escaping Adaliah’s eyes as her and her new daughter made eye contact. Adaliah’s yellow eyes contrasting with her daughter’s two toned red and grey ones; a small tuft of minty green hair poked out of the small beanie, white strands intruding ever so often.

Kisses were pressed to the omega’s temple, but they barely registered, the only thing that actually did was the small baby. 

Her baby. 

Their baby. 

“Any name ideas?”

 Shoto smiled down, remembering the war it was just deciding on what it would start with- it didn’t help that they didn’t find out the gender beforehand; Izuku saying one thing only for Katsuki to contradict that with his own idea, the other alpha only occasionally pitching something. It wasn’t until Adaliah, who was very heavily pregnant and very over said pregnancy, said something.. 

“Emi.” 

“What?”

“Emi. I like the name Emi. 

“You like the name Emi?” 

“And I’m the one carrying it, so if it’s a girl, I want to name her Emi.”

“I… Actually like that name.”

“Then it’s settled.” 

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For the time being, Emi was a relatively quiet child. She had yet to full on cry, giving nothing but the occasional whine or squeak, which was both a blessing and a curse, since her parents could never really tell when something was wrong. Whether or not she was hungry, needed to be burped or changed, rocked- anything, it was all just a big guessing game. 

A game they were playing right now. 

Shoto furrowed a brow as he rocked his newborn, trying to ease her small whimpers, her small hands flailing ever so slightly. He could only pace so far, since they were still in the hospital room. They needed at least a day for Adaliah to recover, somewhere where the doctors could monitor her and Emi constantly, just in case something went wrong.

Katsuki sat on the hospital bed next to Adaliah, running his hands through her hair as she leaned onto him, groaning if she moved to much. Izuku was down in the lobby, waiting for a couple of their friends who wanted to see the newest bundle of joy. 

“Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Katsuki whispered, watching as the omega rubbed her thighs in pain. 

“I’ll be fine, they’re just tense.”  

He hummed before watching her reach out for her baby, who was still whimpering in Shoto’s arms. Emi was gently passed over, instantly quelling her whines as the two females nuzzled into each other.  

The two males watched in awe and silence up until the door to their hospital room opened. Izuku stepped in first, followed by a pair of girls and another male. One of the girls, the brunette, ran up to Adaliah with her arms outstretched, careful of the baby in her arms. The two laughed as they seperated. 

“Good to see you, too, Ochako.”  

The brunette, Ochako, only smiled brighter, bringing a hand to gently pat the newborn’s head.  “She looks a lot like Katsuki.” 

“See! I’m not the only one who sees it!” Adaliah cheered as she handed Emi over to Ochako, who cooed as she rocked. Said male only huffing before pulling Adaliah in closer.

“I can see a bit of Izuku there too.” The last alpha, Tenya, spoke up, leaning over his brunette mate, one of his fingers held in front of the babe. 

“She has Shoto’s nose.” Tsu, the other female, muttered sparing Emi a glance before walking over to Adaliah. The two hugged with the same amount of excitement as before, two large gift bags being plopped in her lap as soon as they separated. 

“We figured you needed some stuff.” Tsu shrugged, watching as Adaliah slapped Katsuki’s hand away from the larger bag. 

She passed him the smaller one, allowing him to rip the tissue paper inside, tearing out the gifts inside. He barely even got a single second to look at the onsies he pulled out before his omega was ripping them from his grip.

“Izuku! It’s a Deku onesie!” Adaliah was damn near in tears as she held up the teal onesie, that did indeed resemble her husband’s hero outfit. “And Shoto, there’s one for you too- And a Ground Zero one!” 

Now she was crying, holding them close to her chest as she wept , wiping away her tears.

Passing Emi to Tsu, with the absolute care, Ochako quickly rushed Adaliah to open the other bag, sitting beside her on the bed- ignoring the growl from Katsuki.

“Wait, before you open- you are planning on breastfeeding, right?” Ochako questioned, holding out a hand. The other omega nodded, quickly going back to opening the present when Ochako pulled her hand away.

There were all sorts of things like magazines, lotions, socks, a new cup, a Boba wrap, little snack packs of chocolate and so much more, including-

“Is this a breastfeeding blanket?” Adaliah giggled, holding the package. Ochako nodded excitedly, watching as Adaliah toyed with the soft fabric. 

“The hell is that?” Katsuki growled, snatching the same package. 

“It’s to help cover myself when I feed Emi in public.” 

Another huff. 

“Thank you so much-”

“That’s not all!” 

The new parents looked to each other before boxes were handed to each of them. They were small white boxes with a light pink ribbon tied on top, which was quickly discarded as they each opened their gifts. Inside each box, was a small, silver bracelet, a medallion hanging from the middle. 

Adaliah’s read ‘Mama Bear’ while the males’ all read ‘Papa bear’. 

Thanks were spewed out from each of the new parents, each giving their own hug to their visitors- yes, even Katsuki (It’s his new-dad-emotions, shut up). The visit was coming to an end, and while they all said their goodbyes, they all knew that they would be seeing each other again very soon. There were baby cuddles to be had after all!

It was as midnight was crawling around, Katsuki and Shoto fast asleep while Izuku stayed up with Adaliah, who was feeding Emi, that it caught their eye. 

A final small box left on the bench, which Izuku quickly grabbed before coming back to sit with Adaliah. He opened it slowly, allowing Adaliah to look into the box with him. This time, two things sat inside. A small chain necklace and a beanie, each with the same thing inscribed on them. 

‘Baby Bear’

[botslayer]

Top Ten games of the 2010′s

This trend seems to be doing the rounds at the moment and seeing as I’ve been gaming for about as long as I can remember, It just feels right. So, let’s get into it. But first, worth saying: These aren't really in any specific order, it's just the games I've personally had the most fun with overall, but it's pretty hard to decide what the hard numbers on things you enjoy for different reasons are if that makes any sense. 10. The 2010's weren't exactly the best time for anyone, I think. For me they were a slog of finding myself and learning things I wish I didn't. Amid all those things I wanted some levity. The world needs something and stupid. We got a lot of it ion 2013 but I feel like we could have used it scattered around a bit more. In that spirit, allow me to show you one hell of a pick me up:

Saints Row 4

Saints Row 4 does not give a fuck. It is aggressively demonstrating that the entire time you play. It doesn't care in the slightest what you think or why, It just wants to show you cool, if juvenile, and interesting, if weird shit. It's the finer points of Ratchet and Clank's arsenal, SR3's humor, And superpowers that genuinely put Prototype and Infamous in a blender and tell you to go ape shit with them. The soundtrack isn't top shelf, it's the roof of the building the shelf is in. Saints Row Two had a better story overall but SR Four's was just plain fun and a solid enough story to still be invested.

The DLC was just as irreverent and madcap, Featuring everything from an evil Santa Clause to evil Gimps on Game of thrones chairs made of dildos Or Tropey-ass costumes and weapon reskins that I'd be genuinely surprised the game dev didn't get sued over. It has earned its place in my top 10 and I will die by that decision.

9.

2016 saw the advent of a new genre. They blended TF2 and MOBAs, and we got hero shooters in their first AAA forms, Overwatch and Battleborn. But neither of these games is on this list, much as I liked them. Partly because the whole time, I kept thinking of one simple question: "Why do I keep thinking of...?"

Anarchy Reigns

Anarchy Reigns is my favorite Platinum game. Full Stop. The Story mode is interesting and has genuinely good character moments, the characters themselves are completely mental, ranging from a mercenary with a bionic cat leg that secretly has a gun built into it to a giant cyborg bull-man with a jet-powered hammer. The soundtrack is mostly angry hip-hop, making every song a banger and fittingly speedy for things like random bombing runs from jet fighters that come from absolutely nowhere.

There are giant monsters, cars with mounted flame throwers, giant robots, and the online is still pretty sweet because even when abandoned, loading it up with bots still rules. I regularly have more fun with this than I ever did with Overwatch, and I don't care how insane that sounds.

8.

Some games want to make you feel something and fail. Some games make you feel some things accidentally, for example, a desperate need to laugh. This game made me feel like a human blender. Like a Chthonic god of mangled flesh and raw destructive power. Nyarlathotep ain't got nothing on me. I speak, of course, of...

[Prototype] 2

There's no end to the absolute destruction you feel like you're causing in this game. It feels more fluid than the first, the main character is a pinch more relatable, and all the body horror, superpowers, zombie hordes, and big old monsters make for some of the most memorable and fun moments and fights in gaming. The DLC is also pretty solid, adding new fun side challenges, and new powers and weapons that elevate you from "Flesh god" to "Screw physics, I made them" Omnipotent. Best god/monster simulation of all time.

7.

Sometimes some games are at an honest tie in your mind. Be it that you like them for essentially the same reasons, or for completely different reasons, but the overall total joy or entertainment they bring is roughly equivalent. Here, we have a case of the former:

Furi/Cuphead

Both games have a tight focus on giving players a unique, boss-centric challenge, both have interesting, somewhat minimal narratives, and both are absolute eye candy.

Furi has a more "Samurai Jack" Quality to me. A complete badass on a relatively simple quest with a somewhat minimalistic art style learning some things as he goes.

Cuphead on the other hand, nails that rubber hose animation style, and the fun levity of such animations while still making the player's ability to interact with the world damn impactful and fun.

They share a spot in my soul, games I love everything about but will never be able to finish. Hats off to both dev teams.

6.

Now here we have another tie. Mostly because the games are so close together, they need to be evaluated more or less as one product IMO, not enough changed for me to consider them separate games, fortunately, that is the furthest thing from an insult it can be in this situation. I present to you, my next pick(s).

Costume Quest 1/2

Now, This might seem pretty random considering my other picks, but honestly, I love Halloween, I love creative madness, I love subversion, I love good characters, and I love cool action, these games have all these things by the bucketload.

The first game is a wild ride through Halloween in multiple very lively locations and the second, slightly confusing as it is, is pretty awesome for the things it introduces, including time travel. Other elements, like the battle stamps, the truly epic forms of everything in the fights, The ability to customize your costumes, etc. they blur together in a pretty big way, but again, there's not a thing wrong with that when both games rock like crystal candy. 

5.

Now, if you hadn't noticed, all of the games on this list have had some hard action at their core, and while I don't HATE calmer games, a lot of the time, so many are kinda dull to me in that with the exception of easter eggs of some sort, most farming sims, for example, just have you doing normal farm stuff with very few twists, may as well start a real farm in that case. My most chill entry is a game that tosses that to one side, asks you to grab a suck cannon, and start harvesting gelatinous monster poop.

Slime Rancher

While you don't spend a lot of time actually interacting with other characters, they just talk at you, the story of the game is pretty effective, the player character of Beatrix has left Earth for a simpler life of Slime Ranching, which entails the raising of alien crops, delightfully derpy and colorful chickens, and going all around in an attempt to farm new breeds of slime for their genetic material to sell off or trade-in for the creation of gadgets while being surrounded by a cast of interesting characters. It's all very wholesome family fun.

The game looks great, has great ideas, and is genuinely the best farming game I have ever played. @ me all you want.

4.

The 80's are almost fetishized nowadays. Given all the property reboots, games that go for the vibe and aesthetic of the time, etc. It almost seems as though the eighties vibe train ain't gonna stop rolling any time soon. But we owe it to ourselves to remember the first big swipe of madcap neon-colored actiony B-movie bullshit and how mind-meltingly epic it was. Ladies, Gents, and whatever else, I present:

Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon

Blood Dragon's story is relatively simple, you play Sargent Rex "Power" Colt (A name said in full so many times I thought his last name was "Powercolt" for the longest time), a former "Omega force" cyborg. Rex and his friend "Spider" were sent into a secret island base to investigate the supposed defection and treachery of their old commander, Ike Sloan. It turns out he has gone rogue and taken an army of "Mark 5" Omegaforce cyber-soldiers with him. What follows is a long story of betrayal, science fiction of the highest nonsensical level, comedy, and brilliantly cathartic action.

The collectibles range from data on animals, to research notes from a scientist, to literal VHS cassette tapes that have full descriptions of movies that I would legitimately watch if I could. "You may now kill the brides" is not a real film and I am angry for every day that that is true. Anyway, play Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon, I dunno if it's on PS4 but it's one game I'd buy a new/old console for.

3.

A lot of superhero games NEED to railroad you. Your goals MUST be to save the lives of the people and help the weak and all that. But one dev asked the simple question: "What if it didn't?" "What if the player chose how to use their power? What if the player could be as evil or as good as they damn well pleased?" One game gave you the powers of thunder and lightning and asked what you'd do with it. It's sequel asked you the same, but against more... interesting forces.

InFamous 2

InFamous 2 is a game about making choices, just like the first one, also just like the first one, it can have an effect on gameplay. That effect went from "What does this particular power do in this allignment?" To "Which new set of NEW powers would you like?" The forces of the last game went from “Three flavors of gun-toting whackos” To “Possibly an allegory for the Klan, Swamp monsters, and Ice-powered super soldiers.”

This was, and still is, the best game in the whole series, The powers felt distinct from anything else and still do, the story is solid as a rock, and the enemy types were still varied enough to be interesting, I miss the Reapers from the first game, but that's about it. Everything else was a massive step up. If you have something that can run it, play it.

2.

Action is something I think we can all appreciate on some level. We can understand when it does or does not work, we can understand when we do or do not like how it feels when we are the ones partaking in it. EX: Any schlep can tell you when the weapons in your game lack impact, or when your character moves too slow for the game to be fun. The following game is something I can't say anything of the sort about. And it's kind of like Wolfenstein, when you have enemies this bad, who the hell cares how many you kill?

Doom 2016

Y'all are lying if you say you didn't expect this one. It's DOOM 2016. This game is made of hate and fuck. AND I LOVE IT. You move so fast, you may as well be half cheetah and half sports car. You slaughter the dregs of hell by the dozens and even the biggest, baddest things this game throws at you can be beaten with the starting pistol if you have the stones for it. It looks amazing graphically, the demons all look appropriately threatening, and even the Multiplayer is a great deal of fun in my book.

Something worth noting: The story presented by default is pretty barebones, but that's where supplementary material fills in the gaps, the difference between supplementary material in most games and supplementary material here is the material is till IN THE GAME. You're free to ignore most of the plot as it happens around you, and even interesting tidbits of the lore like how certain demons function. Not only are these things missable collectibles, prompting continued play to find them, they are also pretty interesting reads. So yeah, just about everything you could want in a sequel/remake, builds the on lore and gameplay very organically. 

1.

And here we are, the last game I'd put in this category. An entire decade, and here, we end on the last game that left such an impact I'd put it in my top ten. But first, let's talk about expectations and delivery: When you say a game is coming out, there are certain expectations you have for gameplay, EX: I say "Ratchet and Clank" and you expect a TPS with platforming elements and crazy guns. I say "Gears of War" and people expect something to do with lumbering about in big armor, dismembering things with a chainsaw gun and otherwise shooting them to paste. We might also expect changes to things, better graphics, innovations in grenade variety, something as that franchise goes on.

After the last game in this series was released, there were tons of people who felt let down and disappointed by it. Then they released the still somewhat disappointing special edition of it. They were both still fun, but neither really felt like the full next step in the series. After a failed reboot, they returned to the original story and the lot of us rejoiced. And when it finally came out? It was a step up in most, if not, all regards, to its predecessors. You know what this last one is. Please, give a warm round of applause to:

Devil May Cry 5

A game that was not only a return to form, but a major escalation in gameplay for one character, and a new style of gameplay all together by way of yet another new character. It didn’t exactly hurt that the story kicked ten kinds of ass and that the game looked spectacular in both the design of everything and the actual graphical fidelity.DMC 5 is, like DOOM, Like InFamous 2, Like [PROTOTYPE] 2, everything you want in a good sequel. It built very well on already solid foundations and it was generally just a fun, slightly goofy, massively stylish, and ultra badass ride. I recommend this, and all these games, to anyone.Good night everyone, have a great 2020. And the rest of the decade, for that matter. 

[raptorginger]

Stacks of Pretty Paper: chapter 3

for @sofondabooks

Rey was a firm believer in willpower.  There was no task, no ailment that couldn’t be overcome by the sheer force of her will.  And Motrin, as appropriate.  Except for one ailment in particular, but Rey refused to be a slave to her biology, to her designation.  A quality toy and a tendency to hoard her vacation and sick time had always been enough when her biology overwrote her willpower.  She’d tried asking one of her Alpha friends for help once, but it had been...weird.  Unsatisfying and weird.  It had been too rough, then not rough enough.  He’d talked too much, then not enough.  They were still friends, they still talked, but Rey never sought help with her heats after that, and she liked it that way.  Really.

And sure, she dated, but none of her dates ever seemed to get past one uncomfortable dinner.  They either treated her like some shrinking violet or like some kind of sex toy, never like a person.  Rey hated dating, almost as much as she hated being an Omega.

Rey stared at her computer without seeing it.  She’d tucked the piece of paper with Ben’s number and address on it into her skirt pocket, where it was currently seemed to be burning a hole.  She patted her pocket unconsciously and sighed, rubbing her temple distractedly with her other hand.  A headache was coming on, she could feel it.  Her clothes felt too tight.  It was stifling in her office.  When had it gotten so warm?  

Rey rubbed the back of her neck and winced.  Her glands were sore, all three of them.  She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself, like the Yoga videos on Youtube explained.  Instead, lingering hints of Ben’s rich scent smacked hard into her olfactory senses, forcing a sad whimper from her throat.  She wanted to wrap herself in his scent.  This was...new.  And unwelcome.

“Kaydel?” she called.  She huffed.  Might as well admit what was happening and get out now before things got embarrassing.

“Yeah?”

“Do I have anything going on next week?”

“Mmm not really.  You set aside that week to do the preservation survey.”

“Shit,” Rey swore under her breath.  It would have to wait.  She’d set aside that week to examine the library’s collection of medieval and early modern prayer books and determine what needed to be done to keep the collection in good shape.  Now, it appeared the old manuscripts would have to wait for her biology to run its course.  She groaned in annoyance.

“Is something wrong, Miss Johnson?” Kaydel asked gently from Rey’s doorway.

Rey gave Kaydel a speaking glance before turning away to gather her things, shoving them impatiently into her leather messenger bag.

“What do you know about Professor Solo?” Rey tried to ask casually.

Kaydel smirked, but quickly schooled her expression when Rey turned back around for her laptop.

“Not much.  Just what I hear from some of the students,” she replied with a shrug.

“And what do you hear?”

“That he’s a hardass, a tough grader, kind of intense.  Keeps to himself.”

“Uh-huh.”  All useful information, but not exactly what she was after.  What did intense mean exactly?

Kaydel’s eyes twinkled mischievously before she added, “Definitely unattached.”

Rey raised a brow at her assistant.

“No mark, no ring, and he gave you his number and address.  Pretty obvs, if you ask me.”

“Hmm,” Rey replied with a faint blush.

“So...I take it you’re going to be out for a bit?”

Rey heaved another disgusted sighed.  “Yeah, looks that way.  God, this sucks.”  Rey tried not to fall into a pit of self pity, but it was a battle she was quickly losing.  She laid her head on her work desk, grateful for the cool plastic on her warm forehead.

Kaydel grimaced sympathetically.  As a Beta, she didn’t go through the same issues, but she could empathize.  “Will you…”  Kaydel hesitated and shook her head.  That wasn’t something you asked your boss.

Rey answered anyway, knowing instinctively what she was going ask.  People always did, not knowing where the line between concern and invasion of privacy was as it concerned Omegas.  “I prefer to be alone.”

Kaydel winced but nodded.  “Will you be okay going home by yourself?”

“I’ll get a cab.”

***

It had been a tortuous ride home.  By the time the cab had pulled in front of the library, Rey was tapping her heeled foot in angry annoyance, and by the time they reached her apartment, she was in a full on panic.  She’d practically thrown her cash at the cabbie and flown up the few stairs to her front door.  She slammed her door shut and locked all three locks quickly-doorknob, dead bolt, and chain.  Her breathing was ragged, and she forced herself to take several deep centering breaths like her Yoga instructor, Gwyn Phasma, had taught her.  

Feeling mildly better now that she was home, Rey tossed her things onto her dining table and made her way to her bedroom to change.  Digging around in the drawer she’d unofficially dubbed her “heat clothes” drawer, she pulled out a loose pale teal tank top, a pair of cropped black leggings, and a clean pair of shortie underwear.  She didn’t bother with a bra.  She was glad she hadn’t reached THAT point yet, where underwear and bottoms were pointless.  That would have been embarrassing in the cab.

She walked back to her living room, flipped on her TV and switched to Hulu, deciding to listen to Daria while she did some Yoga.  She did a few calming poses, focusing on her breathing, while she tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.  Yoga failed to help.  If anything, the feeling had gotten worse.  Rey groaned in frustration and annoyance.  She decided to try a different tactic.  She went into her kitchen and began to pull everything from her cupboards and cabinets.  Stacks of plates, bowls, and cups soon crowded her counters.  Grabbing one of her dining chairs and her spray cleaner, Rey set to work spritzing and scrubbing.  Soon, her little kitchen smelled of citrus and bleach.  Satisfying, but still not quite right, her mind seemed to say.  Rey carefully put everything away and decided to reorganize her pantry, throwing out open things that had evidently expired years ago.  She hadn’t paid much attention when she’d packed and moved a few months ago.  Thinking it would be helpful to Future Rey, she grouped things by use, using one shelf for baking items, one for Japanese pantry items, one for Korean, a dedicated pasta shelf.  Finished with that task, Rey dusted her hands and looked at the clock, doing a double take.  The green numbers on the read out proclaimed it 11:45PM.

Hulu had long since gone silent, deciding Rey was no longer watching.  She rinsed her hands in the sink and went to bed, the nagging sensation having been sufficiently silenced for the moment.  The need to nest never usually hit her so hard, but then again an Alpha on blockers had never triggered her heat before.  Rey flopped on her bed, not bothering with the covers, soon enough there’d be no point.

She’d been able to sleep for maybe an hour before she jerked awake in a panic.  She looked frantically around her dark bedroom.  She was covered in a sheen of sweat, her heart pounding.  There was a dull ache in her stomach, a hollowness in her core.  She whimpered.  She was alone.  She was scared.  She needed…

“Go to Alpha,” a voice inside her whispered.  “He will take care of you.”

“But…,” she tried to argue with herself.

“He was strong.  He will keep you safe.  He will provide, little Omega.  You’ll feel so good.”

Rey moaned softly at the thought of Ben, his broad frame and large hands, so warm and solid.  Warmth bloomed between her legs, unbidden, and Rey held her head in her hands, knowing instinctively there’d be no relief without Ben.  This one was going to hurt.  Damn him.

Rey crawled out of bed and fumbled around her closet for a tote bag.  She shoved a few pairs of leggings, some loose t-shirts, and some underwear in the bag before retrieving the slip of paper from her skirt pocket.  It still smelled faintly of him and her eyelids fluttered.  Walking to her door, she tossed in her wallet and grabbed her keys and phone, punching in the number for a Beta cab company.  She closed and locked her door quietly and waited in the small lobby by the fou mailboxes for her cab.

Ben’s house wasn’t too far from her apartment, to Rey’s surprise.  The cab pulled up in front of a modest but impressive two story home.  Grey stone with clay colored shutters, it sat dark and quiet at the end of a tree lined street.  Rey walked cautiously up the gravel walk to the covered stoop, the stone crunching pleasantly beneath her feet.  She scoffed at the imposing brass lion’s head door knocker fastened to the middle of the large front door.  A doorbell stood off to the side, but Rey had always wanted to use an actual door knocker.  She clanged the heavy brass loop a few times and waited.  She jumped when a dim light appeared behind the glass in the door, her nerves prickling.

She staggered back, a small sound escaping her mouth when the door opened and Ben’s scent slammed into her like a potent wave.  Her mouth went dry as she watched him process what was happening, his hair rumpled and eyes slightly bleary with sleep.  She’d obviously woken him, since he was standing in front of her without a shirt, a pair of dark grey sweats riding low on his hips.  Rey bit her lip.  He was built, every inch an Alpha.  The Omega in her hummed with approval and another wash of warmth coated her underwear.  A gentle breeze blew behind her, carrying her aroused scent to him, and his eyes went wide.  He was suddenly VERY awake.

Rey stood fidgeting on his stoop, suddenly very embarrassed.  She hated this, hated being so obviously needy, hated being vulnerable like this.  She toyed with the strap of her bag nervously, unable to meet Ben’s gaze.

“So…,” she began lamely.

Ben said nothing, his brain probably still trying to process that she was standing on his stoop in the middle of the night right in the beginning of a hard heat, but Rey could hear his breathing.  Deep, greedy, and ragged.  Aroused.  Rey could smell the change in his scent, a note of musk underlining the other rich notes.  She shivered.

She sighed disgustedly, trying to regain control of herself.  “This was stupid.  I shouldn’t have come.  But this is all your fault, and I guess I needed you to know that.  Goodnight, Professor Solo.”

She turned to walk away, but as she did, she felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her pelvis.  She yelped and clutched at her belly, nearly doubling over at the pain.  Tears pricked her eyes, and she looked up imploringly at Ben.  Before she could even say or think another word, she found herself off of her feet and in Ben’s arms, cradled to his broad chest.  Her blood sang and a deep feeling of calm washed over her.  She sighed audibly and rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her inside, locking the door behind them.

Rey looked around curiously, finding herself in his foyer.  A staircase against the wall wound up in a gentle curve to a narrow landing, a hint of light coming from a partially closed door.  A darkened living room was at her left, a formal dining room to the right.  Above her, a rustic wrought iron light fixture hung heavily.

“You came,” Ben said finally, his voice deep and approving.  Rey tried to wiggle closer to him, nuzzling into his neck.  Ben held her tighter and began to rock gently back and forth.

“I did,” Rey said against his neck.  She lifted her head to look him in the eye.  “I...I don’t really want to make small talk,” she muttered, her cheeks flaming.

Ben’s lips quirked in a lopsided smile.  “Then by all means, let’s cut to the chase.  Before we both lose it completely, what are your limits?”

Rey thought a moment, never having considered the question.  “Don’t break my skin.”

Ben looked at her, surprised.  “That’s it?”

Rey looked away, suddenly very aware of what she was about to do.  About how long it had been.

“And...don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

Ben rubbed his cheek against the top of her head.  “Don’t worry Omega.  I’ll take such good care of you,” he purred.

Rey moaned softly and kissed his neck, gasping when he began to make his way up the stairs to his bedroom.  Ben turned when they reached the top of the staircase and headed for a set of double doors, the soft light of a lamp peeking through the opening between them.  He carried to the edge of his large bed, setting her carefully down atop the soft French grey linen duvet.  Rey’s feet barely reached the wood floor.  Ben’s scent was strong everywhere as she looked around.  Doors for the attached bath and walk in closet stood open, both rooms dark.  Bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, one bearing an old fashioned alarm clock and a small lamp, the other with a stack of books.  A dark velvet chair and matching ottoman sat beside a large window, a book perched on the ledge. A large antique wood dresser stood beside the door.  Ben seemed to prefer dark neutrals, and Rey found herself nodding in approval.  She liked that.   It was calming.  She absentmindedly reached for one of his large down pillows and hugged it close, burying her nose in its softness.

She looked beside her up at Ben, who was perched beside her on the edge of the bed, watching her closely.  Rey suddenly felt very shy, regretting her earlier declaration regarding small talk.

“What do you need, Rey?” he asked quietly, sensing her nerves.  He tucked a loose strand of hair tenderly behind her ear, almost making her whimper.  She lifted her head from the pillow as she watched his eyes grow darker.  She felt her rational mind slipping away, ancient Omega instincts taking a hold of her.

“I need,” she bit her lip, thinking.  Ben was watching her mouth hungrily.  “Soft.  I need soft, Alpha,” she finished quietly.

Ben nodded and rose, dipping his fingers gently beneath her chin, raising her eyes to his.  “I’ll be right back,” he said calmly.

Rey was surprised at the tight feeling of panic in her chest.  She held his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, a small desperate sound escaping her.

Ben bent down until his lips were a hairsbreadth from hers.  Their breath mingled hotly in the space between, and Rey was surprised to feel herself trembling.  Ben took her mouth with a gentleness, a softness, that surprised her.  She let out a shaking gasp as she felt his tongue trace her lower lip gently, and she parted her lips a little in invitation.  He claimed her mouth slowly, languidly, as if they had all the time in the world.  Rey found herself wondering if maybe they did.

“Let go, Omega,”  Ben commanded kindly after he broke their kiss, straightening to his full height.

Rey obeyed, her eyes wide as she watched him disappear into the hall.  She heard him rummaging around in a closet nearby, but she paid the sound no heed as she went to work.  She grabbed for the other pillow on Ben’s bed and scooted off of the edge, grabbing his duvet.  She shuffled awkwardly to the corner of his bedroom behind the velvet chair and laid her spoils down on the floor.  She went back to the bed and pulled the flat sheet off and brought it back to her corner, bunching it just so.  Rey frowned.  No, that wasn’t right.  She picked it up and draped it over the chair back and the floor lamp.  Much better.

When she turned around, Ben wasn’t in the room, but a new piled of linens and pillows had appeared on the bed.  Rey scampered over eagerly and gathered the soft burden into her arms.  As she worked on her corner, focused and intent on placing sheets and pillows hither and thither, Ben knelt beside her to deposit one last heap.  Rey pushed them away from her nest until she had need of them, tucking pillows and another down comforter in hat she deemed to be strategic spots.  She held one flat sheet back and nodded at her handiwork.  Yes, perfect.  She quickly peeled off her leggings, which suddenly felt like sandpaper against her skin, before crawling onto her mass of cotton, linen, and down.  She curled onto her side and clutched the remaining sheet to her chest.  She hummed with deep satisfaction when she felt Ben crawl in behind her, his heavy arm wrapped across her waist, his long fingers splayed over her midriff.  She felt him purr with deep approval, his naked cock hardening at her back, and she felt proud, elated, and calm in equal measure.

“What an industrious little Omega you are,” Ben growled approvingly.  He played with the loose hem of her tank top idly, his hand moving up her body ever so slowly.  “What a perfect nest you’ve made us.”

If Rey hadn’t been so tired, she would have moaned at his praise.  But, she needed rest.  She grabbed for his wrist weakly, stilling him.

“Not ready.  So tired, Alpha,” she pleaded weakly.

Ben kissed the mess of her hair and moved his hand back to where it had been.  “Whatever you need, Omega.  I’m here,” he whispered as sleep finally welcomed her.

***

Rey awoke in another panic, the soft grey light of early dawn shining down from the window.  She felt feverish, in pain.  Everything hurt.  She wasn’t at home, she realized as she took in her unfamiliar surroundings frantically.  Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her back to soft downy comfort.

“Breathe, Omega,” Ben growled behind her.

Rey did as he bid and felt the panic abate as his scent enveloped her, awakening something else.

She gasped as she felt wet heat coat the apex of her thighs, but she whimpered in pain at the accompanying cramp.

“Alpha, it hurts,” she said with a sob.

“Shh, Omega.  I’ve got you.”

Rey moaned when she felt Ben’s soft lips against the nape of her neck.  The hand at her stomach pushed beneath her tank top, the feeling of his callused skin against hers causing her hips to buck slightly.  Ben groaned as her bottom pressed against his erection.  He palmed one of her breasts roughly, his fingers pinching and teasing the delicate flesh until it was stiff and aching.

“Fuck,” he swore lowly.

Rey whined when he removed his hand from her breast.  She twisted to look behind her, her lips parting when she finally saw him.  His eyes were black, his color high.  Lust, personified.  His hands were at the hem of her tank top, poised to practically tear it off her.  She gave a slight nod, and he ripped the garment from her, tossing it away.

Rey didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes darkened further.

“Take these off,” he growled as he snapped the lace waist of her underwear.  “Now, Omega!”

Rey shimmied out of them quickly and looked up at him nervously.  She’d never been confident about her body, having heard one too many times that she wasn’t what an Omega should be.  However, she was healthy and took care of herself, and she tried to take pride in that.  

Ben ran his fingers reverently over her body, and Rey smiled and closed her eyes, letting the feeling overtake her.  Her hands flew to tangle themselves in his thick hair when she felt his plush outh at her collarbone.

“Beautiful.  My Omega,” he murmured against her heated skin as his lips drifted lower.

“Yours, Alpha,”she gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth.  Teeth and tongue worked to drive her mad, a madness she would happily endure forever as long as he would be the one to relieve it.  She jumped a little beneath his heavy frame when she felt his fingers at her thigh, so close to where she was soaked and aching to be touched.

“Alpha, please,” she begged softly as his fingers stroked and teased her.

Ben released her from his mouth to come up and nip at her scent gland gently.

“That’s it, little Omega.  Beg for me,” Ben hummed as he soothed the sting of his teeth with his tongue.

Rey responded with a gasping growl as she squirmed beneath him, trying to get his fingers where she needed them most.  She almost wailed when he removed his hand from her body and pinned her with a devastating stare.  Rey stilled and watched him study her, again looking at her like she was a puzzle he wanted to put together.

“Please don’t make me beg, Alpha,” Rey implored.  He didn’t have to know why.  She probably should have added that to her limits.  To her relief, Ben nodded.

Rey took a shaking breath when she felt his fingers ghost over her wet folds.

“You’re so wet, lovely one.  No wonder you don’t want me to make you beg.  You need my knot, my come, so badly, don’t you?” Ben asked, panting.

Rey could feel his cock, hot and heavy against her hip, something warm and wet seeping on her.  She moaned at the thought of him filling her and nodded, sobbing, “Yes, Alpha.”

She cried out as middle finger parted her, slow and careful.  Her cry shrank into whimpering sobs as Ben worked his fingers slowly, surely, through her folds, feeling for every twitch and every pulse, studying her with eyes and hands.  He found her clit quickly, the brush of his fingers against the sensitive peak enough to make her wail.  He let his thumb play while his other fingers drifted lower, stroking and feeling her entrance.  Ben was studying her intently, his eyes dark and hungry as he pushed one long thick finger into her lush heat.  Rey keened, her hands fisting the blankets beneath her tightly.

“Holy fuck, Omega,” Ben groaned lowly, thrusting his finger in and out.

Rey’s knuckles went white as he worked her.  “What?” she managed to choke out between pants.

Ben leaned in close to whisper darkly in her ear, “You’re so tight.  Do you think you can take my cock?  My knot?”

“Yes, Alpha!  I’ll be so good.  I’ll take your cock so good,” Rey gasped.  She cried out desperately when Ben slipped a second finger into her, stretching her carefully.

“Mmm, you will, won’t you?” he purred.  “You’ll take it so good.  Make you come all over my knot.”

“Yes, Alpha! Oh God!” Rey sobbed as Ben added a third finger.  She felt so full.  He made her feel so good.

“You’re so close, Omega,” Ben praised, looking her up and down greedily.  Grinning wickedly, he swirled his thumb and thrust his fingers to the knuckle, stroking her inner walls.  “Come for me.”

Rey tossed her head desperately, her nails digging deep as she felt her muscles flutter around his thick fingers.  She moaned low and long as she came, coating his fingers and hand with her slick.  Ben withdrew after a moment, staring in wonder at his hand.  He licked his wrist greedily, his eyes rolling back as he tasted her.

“Make you come on my tongue,” he growled to himself.  “All mine.”

Rey watched with heavy lidded eyes as he brought his wet hand to his thick cock, carefully coating himself with her arousal.  Rey began to pany as wanton desire began to build in her again as she watched him, hungry and insatiable.  She grasped at his shoulders desperately, trying to pull him over her prone body.  Ben responded with a deep, gravelly laugh.

“Hands above your head, Omega,” he purred deliciously.

Rey obeyed with a whimper, and Ben took both her wrists in one hand.  He used his other to help her wrap her legs around his hips, running it up the length of her thigh to cup her sex before taking himself in hand.  They both moaned loudly as he dragged himself through her slick to tease her pliant entrance.  Rey’s breathing was frantic as she tried to move her hips to take him, but Ben had her totally under his control.

“I won’t make you beg, but you need to ask nicely.”

“Need your knot, Alpha.  Please!”

Ben replied with a sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl as he began to push into her.  Rey’s back arched tight, and she began to tremble as his cock claimed her inch by inch.  Their breathing was ragged and desperate, the air between them with ancient, almost elemental energy as Ben worked to bury himself inside her velvet heat.

“Oh God, Omega,” Ben moaned.  “You’re so tight.  So perfect.”

“Alpha,” Rey whimpered.  With one final push, Ben buried himself to the hilt.  Rey cried out, almost in relief.  She felt so full, so surrounded by him.  Ben swallowed thickly as he held still above her, giving her time to adjust around him.

“Relax, Omega.  Relax for me,” he whispered soothingly.  He released her wrists, and Rey draped her arms around his neck.  She moaned softly as she pulled him close, burying her nose into his neck and peppering the column of his throat with soft kisses.  His scent filled her nose, and she felt every muscle and nerve in her body relax.

“Oh, Alpha,” she moaned, running her fingers through his soft raven hair.

Ben gasped and began to move slowly, each drag of his cock against her walls making her gasp.  Rey was pretty sure she was ruined for anyone else, and she couldn’t find it in her to care.

“You’re taking my cock so well, lovely one,” Ben moaned into her ear.

“Yes Alpha, yes.  You fill me so good.  So full.”

He started moving faster, his thrusts becoming harder, rougher, erratic, his sounds more desperate as he came closer and closer to his edge.  It drove Rey higher, knowing she was doing this to him.

“Need it, Alpha.  Need your knot.  Please!” she sobbed.

Ben withdrew fully with a harsh growl, poised to thrust back into her.  He fixed her with a heated stare, his arms braced on either side of her, his muscles tense.  His breath hissed through his teeth, but for all his heat and lust, there was still concern in his dark eyes.  Rey realized he’d been holding back, not wanting to frighten or hurt her.  She reached up and rested her fingertips gently on his cheek, the skin burning.  Ben dropped his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face.

“Say you’re mine, Omega.  Say it, please,” he whispered desperately.

“I’m yours, Alpha.  Only yours.”

They cried out together as Ben thrust into her roughly.  He groaned deeply as his knot formed rapidly, filling her so full Rey thought she might break apart with the pleasure pain until she felt something relax inside her and the pain was gone.  She shook as she came hard around him, coating him in slick as her walls fluttered again and worked to pull him deeper.  Warmth filled her as she felt him release, his arms shaking with the effort to hold himself above her.  With great effort, Ben helped Rey adjust her legs so she had one stretched out and one over his hips so they could both lie on their sides.  

Ben studied her with soft eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair, working out knots and tangles.  Rey let out a soft gasp when she felt him pulse and release into her.  She bit her lip as a strange sensation built up inside her again, something like pleasure, but somehow deeper.

“What is it?” Ben asked softly.

Rey threw her leg higher over Ben’s hip, pulling him deeper and making him groan.  His cock twitched as he thrust his hips against hers.

“Rey.  Omega,” he moaned.

“Touch me, Alpha.  Here,” Rey replied quietly as she traced her fingers up Ben’s back to the space between his shoulder blades.

Ben slowly ran his fingers up the length of her spine, following the gentle curve until he reached the edge of her mating gland.

“Yes, Alpha.  Touch me, please,” Rey moaned softly.

Ben brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he splayed his hand wide and possessive over the gland on her back.  Rey gasped as she felt her cunt spasm wetly around Ben’s not again.  She held him tightly as she trembled, the intimacy overwhelming her.  Ben kept his hand at her back, his other cradling the back of her head as he shushed and soothed her.

“Shh.  I’m here.  I’ll take care of you,” Ben murmured.

Rey didn’t realize she was sobbing his name over and over. 

Ben.  Ben. Ben.

[mayonara]

Can you do another omega Dick please? I love your ABO stories so much

Thank you! Honestly I love Omega Dick and there’s not enough out there SO, what do I do to get my fix? I write it (okay but I would LOVE to read others as well). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! hurt/comfort :3

The door slammed opened, banging against the wall and avery distraught Jason stormed inside. He kicked the door shut in a fuss andcursed aloud. “Fuck!”

The night had been harsh and progressively worsened whenhe encountered the Bat, Bruce. Bruce who proceeded to lecture him on failinghis job of catching the criminal who’d been kidnapping omega kids the pastweek. He almost had him in his grasp, was so close, but at the very lastmoment, the chance slipped through his fingers and he was outsmarted.

The building had blown and he was trapped behind a hallas the perpetrator escaped. He couldn’t get through. It’s not like he wasSuperman and could just bust through a giant pile of rocks. No. Instead he hadto be rescued by Bruce and he sure wasn’t happy about that fact.

It didn’t help that Bruce chastised him for letting theman get away and then told him to go home, left in a fit of hurry to chaseafter the criminal.

One thing he hated more than letting his target outsmarthim was Bruce yelling at him for doing a poor job. Which wasn’t true. He haddone an excellent job up until the very last moment. Besides, what could he dowhen a bunch of rocks were about to crush him to a pulp? Run through it andrisk getting squashed? Or back the fuck off and wait another chance.

He chose to wait.

Jason was so irritated, so angry, he hadn’t realized thatDick had come into the room until he caught him staring at him. The omega wasdressed in his pajama bottoms and his all-time favorite red hoodie. His hairwas a mess, sticking up in all ways and his eyes were wide awake but shadowedwith dark circles. He must have been sleeping since it was late at night. Itwas after all his night off.

“What’s wrong?” Dick asked in a voice filled withconcern. “Are you okay?” he questioned and looked as if he wanted to take astep forward, but was hesitating. Jason was too blinded by his rage to see thathis omega was frightened. And if he just took a moment to smell the distresspermeating off of him, he would have seen how much he was scaring him off.

But his mind was too clouded with the frustration of anight’s failure and Bruce’s critique that he couldn’t think about anything elsebut that. He was oozing with rage, anger seeping into the air and masking thescent of distress coming off of Dick.

“Jason?” Dick tried again in a soft murmur.

“Fine,” hegrowled, hissing violently at his omega.

Dick flinched from the reaction, taking a step back. Fearfound its way into his blue eyes and his complexion immediately paled, colordraining from his face. But Jason didn’t see any of that.

Jason exhaled loudly and ran a hand frustratingly throughhis hair. He needed to calm down but he just couldn’t. It was warping his mind,the fire burning wildly within him. He kicked his shoes off and it flew,hitting the wall and collapsed onto the pile of shoes gathered near the door.

Dick stood there quietly, watching with careful eyes asJason breathed noisily, huffing and puffing. Jason was completely trapped in histhoughts and blinded by the rest of his surroundings.

Jason felt something vibrating in his jacket pocket androughly dug inside to pull out his phone. It was Bruce.

“Fucking hell!” Jason grumbled. He debated on not pickingup the phone, but then changed his mind and did just so he could yell at Bruce.“The fuck you want?” His voice was laced with venom as he spoke into the phone.

A moment of silence passed through as neither said a wordbefore Bruce finally decided to speak. Probably had to take a moment to take inthe anger in Jason. “I caught him.”

“Oh yeah? Good for you then.”

And then suddenly, he blurted something that Jason didn’texpect. “…I’m sorry,” Bruce mumbled.

Well shit.Bruce was apologizing to him? To him of all people? Actually apologizing for anerror he made? Wasn’t usually something he did, but it was a weak delivery. Hedecided to play dumb and pretend he heard nothing. “Excuse me? I couldn’t quitehear that.”

There was a sigh from the other side of the phone. “Isaid I’m sorry.  You did a good job.”

“And…?” Jason prompted, wanting more from his apology. Ifhe was going to give it, then he wanted to extract all that he could.

There was another awkward pause. Bruce probablycollecting himself or preparing some sort of half-assed answer.

“And for blaming you when it wasn’t your fault.”

He suppose he’ll take that for now. It helped to diffuseaway his anger, easing his emotions back to a calm. “Damn right,” Jason said.

“Yes, well. That’s all I wanted to say.”

“Great. Next time remember to not let your anger takeover.”

All he received was an unhappy grunt and then the linewent dead. Jason snickered in triumphant and slipped the phone back into hispockets. He felt so much better now, like a weight had been lifted from hisshoulders. Now he could just shower and relax, cuddling with his lovely Di—

Wait. Dick.

Jason whipped his head in the direction he last saw Dickand found that he was gone. Swiftly, he glanced around the room in search ofhim, but found nothing. Strange, he was just here. Maybe he went back to theroom.

The moment he took a step forward to head towards theirshared bedroom, a scent flew into his nose as he sucked in a deep breath. Hechoked from how thick the smell was and noticed that it was a sign of distress.Dick’s distress and suddenly, he realized his error.

“Fuck!”

Jason strode down the hallway, following the trail leftbehind and it took him to where he thought Dick was hiding, the bedroom. Excepthe wasn’t exactly in the bedroom. Atleast not anywhere Jason could see him.

He breathed in once more, drawing in a large breath andsniffed the air. The omega was definitely in the room, but where? He needed tofind out.

It wasn’t actually too hard since there wasn’t anywherehe could hide without being seen…except for the closet.

“Dick?” Jason called and immediately heard movement frombehind the closet door.

He sighed realizing that was where he was hiding andwalked towards the closet, standing before it. “You in there?”

Though there was no answer he could definitely smell hisomega hidden behind it.  “Hey…?” Helowered his voice softly in hopes of soothing away his distress. It wasstinking up the room and continually growing. “Can I open the door?”

Jason waited a brief moment for Dick to reply and heard aknock, a sign that it was fine. Slowly, he curled his hands around the knobsand pulled it open. There he found his omega sitting on the ground, kneespulled to his chest, arms wrapped firmly around his legs and face hidden in hisknees.

Unconsciously, Jason started releasing calming alphapheromones to wash away Dick’s distress. He crouched down to the omega’s leveland slowly inched towards him, kneeling right before Dick. Gently and ever socarefully, he touched Dick, placing a hand on top of his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Dick drew in a shaky breath and slowly lifted his head.Those vivid blue eyes of his were glossed over in fear and somethingelse—something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He appeared frightened, of what, hewasn’t sure. But the longer he gazed into his omega’s eyes, he realized thatDick was afraid of him.  

“…Dick?” Jason asked in concern, his voice soft andgentle to coax Dick out of his daze.

Dick didn’t reply, but fluttered his eyelids shut,breathing in and out slowly. As time passed, the denseness of his smell thinnedout and Dick had calmed down just a bit. But whatever was bothering him wasstill clearly there.

Jason’s hand hovered in the air, wanting to pull Dickinto an embrace but was hesitant because of the look he’d given him. He wasn’tsure what the matter was, but clearly his earlier outburst must have frightenedhim. It’s not like he was mad at Dick and he wasn’t about to take it out on—

Suddenly, it dawned on him, opening his eyes to thereason why Dick was so distressed. He should have realized this sooner.

“Ah, Dick. You know I won’t hurt you,” Jason murmured andtenderly threaded his hand through his hair softly. From the touch, Dickimmediately sighed and nuzzled into the touch, whimpering for more.

“I know,” he whispered.

“Then what happened?”

“I—“ he huffed and teared his eyes open, lifting his headslightly to stare at his alpha. “I don’t know. Your anger, it kind of got tome. And it, I don’t know. You were yelling. I know it wasn’t at me, but it felt like it and I—“ hewheezed, struggling to finish his explanation.

Jason plopped down on his bottom and wrapped his handaround his wrist, pulling him forward to gather him in his arms. Dick climbedonto Jason’s lap and leaned his side against his chest, resting his head in thecrook of his shoulder while he burrowed his face deeper into Jason’s hoodie. Hesucked in a breath, taking in his alpha’s scent and that seemed to have donethe trick. The omega had relaxed, his sweet scent gradually returning.

Jason wrapped his arms securely around his waist, holdinghim close and kissing his hair. “I was mad at Bruce. I was—I had a bad night.”

“…Okay.”

“I didn’t mean to yell. I wasn’t—god Dick. I would never hurt you.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t—don’t just say okay. I’m serious. I—I would never,” Jason hitched a breath as he saidthat, could feel his hands trembling from the mere thought of him ever hurtingDick.

“I know,” Dickmurmured and lifted his head. Gingerly, he brushed the tip of his fingersagainst his cheek and cupped his face. “Believe me, I know. I just—I remembered. And it kind of frightenedme. I—the trauma is hard to get rid of.”

Jason nodded, knowing full well about how traumas worked.He understood what Dick was going through and he couldn’t blame him. No, hecould never blame him for being a victim to abusive relationships.

“I get it. I have one too you know. But I would never ever hurt you. No matter how angry I am.And even if I was angry at you, it would never be to this extent. I just—god,” Jason exhaled and desperatelykissed Dick. “Never,” he whispered and pressed their foreheads together. “Iknow what you’ve been through. And I—fuck, it pisses me off.”

Whenever he thought about it, about the abuse he had toreceive from the alpha he’d dated, he almost wanted to go find her and killher. She was an alpha who had manipulated Dick into being in a relationshipwith her. And then abused him, making him submit to her every need. It’s not asif Dick wasn’t strong enough, he was. It was just, mentally, it didn’t help. At the time, his mind was in a bad placeand she strung him along, feeding him lies and using him as she liked. Forsexual pleasure, for an anger outlet. Anything and it hurt Dick. It scarred himto the point that any other relationship he’d been in had all been with abusivepartners, alphas that treated their partners like trash.

Jason would have never found out if he hadn’t attemptedto woo Dick. Part of him had wondered why Dick was single for so long, but hedismissed that thought that maybe Dick just didn’t find anyone else. So he tooka chance and tried to get Dick to go out with him. It took so much effort, somuch time for him to say yes and the reason for his reluctance didn’t occur tohim until they started dating. Why Dick was so hesitant, so afraid and alwaysstared at him with eyes of fear.

It just made so much sense when he revealed all thatinformation to him. But it made Jason’s feelings even firmer, his desire ofwanting to protect Dick growing. Not because he was an omega. Never that. Itwas because he loved him and he couldn’t bear to know the mistreatment he’dreceived. Dick was—he was too kind. Too beautiful to be treated in such a wayjust because he was an omega. Just because an alpha could make him easilysubmit due to his caste.

A frustrated sigh slipped between his lips and he cradledhis omega in his arms, holding him close and peppering him with gentle kisses.“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

Dick shook his head and sniffled a little. “No. I’m sorryfor overreacting.”

“It was justified. I let my anger get the best of me.”

“But I shouldn’t be scared of you. I should have helpedyou calm down. I—I could have.”

“It’s okay. I calmed down.”

“Jason…”

“It’s all good Dick,” Jason said with a soft smile.“I—I’ll beware to control my anger next time so I don’t scare you off, okay?”

The fear was finally wiped from his face and a smilereplaced it. “Yeah. Okay. And I’ll try to help you out next time when you do.Remember that—that you’re not like them.”

“Nope. Never. Fuck those alphas,” Jason cursed, hissing atthe thought of them even though he’d never met them. Though if he ever did,well, they wouldn’t be alive for much longer. In this type of world, prejudicewas everywhere but even then, Jason didn’t care because fuck it all.

All that mattered was that Dick was safe and the omegawas his. They hadn’t yet mated since Dick had made him promise not to until hewas ready. But when that day came, where he could claim him as his own, his andonly his, it would be all worth it.

“Bed?” Jason offered because he was beginning to feelcramped in this tight closet space. Not to mention all the clothes hangingabove them and resting atop their heads. He could feel his leg beginning tofall asleep.

“Yeah. I just want to cuddle with you,” Dick admitted andJason nodded his head in agreement. He shook off the numbness in his leg andgave it a few seconds before he securely wrapped his arms around Dick andhoisted him up. Carefully, he cared him the short distance to the bed and laidhim down gently.

Jason then quickly undressed, shedding off all his armorand the Red Hood uniform before he crawled in bed, getting underneath thecovers. Dick automatically rolled close to his side, pressing in as close as hecould until their skins were flush against one another. Their limbs becametangled as they tossed and turned to get into a comfortable position for themto hold each other on their sides.

Dick leaned in and curled himself to perfectly fit intothe curve of Jason’s body like a puzzle piece. With his head resting againsthis chest, he murmured three little words which was returned tenfold with asqueeze around his mid and a passionate kiss to his lips.

[skeletorific]

Every single Undertale ask you haven't answered yet. Heck even the ones you have.

I’m putting a hecking read more line because that’s a lot of shit

1. Who’s your favourite character from UT? Excluding the skeleton bros its Undyne. I love her I love her I love her she reminds me or Erza from Fairy Tail and did I mention I love her?

2. Who’s your least favourite character from UT? Honestly? Alphys. Its not that I think she’s poorly written (she’s very fleshed out) but I don’t really like characters that I have to feel sorry for. Pity’s not really an emotion I like. Plus she never really apologized to me or Mettaton. She only seemed to be concerned with how she felt. Which I think its important for people with anxiety and guilt to learn how to forgive themselves, but it would have been nice to hear her say sorry.:

4. What’s your favourite quote? Anything out of Flowey’s mouth

5. What’s your favourite soundtrack? Spear of Justice. So pumped up

10. Your first letter to Mettaton was:Leg so hot. Hot hot leg. Leg so hot you fry an egg

11. Your reaction when you saw Omega Flowey for the first time: CONFUSED AND HORRIFIED SCREAMING

12. Your headcanon about Frisk’s gender: Female, but I really don’t give a shit. Mae or gender neutral Frisk is cool too.

13. Which UT character reminds you of yourself? Sans, minus the badass stuff, but with the laziness, fashion sensibilities, and shitty sense of humor

14. Which UT character reminds you of your best friend? My best friend….honestly some bizarre fusion of the River Person and Asriel

15. Would you smooch a ghost? If the right one came along

16. Which UT character would be your best friend? Why? Like I said, Sans and I have a lot in common. I think I’d have an odd friendship with Mettaton if the right circumstances came along. And of course Papyrus.

18. Did you do sth in game you regret? I KILLED UNDYNE

20. Your favourite land in UT and why: (Snowdin, Waterfall or Hotland) Waterfall. The atmosphere and the music were stunning, and I loved the color scheme

21. Your favourite place in UT and why: (Undyne’s house for example) The Judgement Hall. Gorgeous colors, beautiful atmosphere, and I am a sucker for pillars and stained glass.

22. Your headcanon about River person’s gender:…..honestly, not a clue. I’m going genderless.

23. Your headcanon about one of the UT characters:……too many to count. But Undyne is afraid of thunderstorms and copes by going out to fight them.

24. Butterscouch or cinnamon pie? B-scotch, my dude

25. Your opinion/headcanon about six human souls: Not all of them are kids. And they are all salty lil fucks.

26. With who would you go on a date? The dates with Sans were always pretty chill. 

28. Do you wanna have a bad time?….I mean not really

31. Would you want to fall into underground? I think only if I knew I could help them get out. While still being, you know, alive.

32. Describe or draw your undersona: I don’t really have one? When I think about self-insert stuff I tend to just view myself as a human who ended up friends with them on the surface. 

33. One reason why you love UT: Story, characters, writing, unique take on old mechanics

34. One reasom why you hate UT: For a game that’s meant to be replayed a lot the puzzles are repetitive as shit. The steam vent puzzles in Hotland can go fuck themselves. I’m with Papyrus its a shitty place.

36. Your favourite amalgamate: Lemon Bread. I love them for no reason.

37. Your headcanon about Gaster: who do you think Gaster is to Sans and Papyrus? (Father, brother, uncle etc) I’m that basic bitch who lives for Dadster

38. Your opinion about bad puns: This game actually completely changed me. I was a well-known Pun Hater. Now I’m a piece of shit who lives for the groans that follow a particularly bad one 

39. Do you draw fanarts from UT? If yes, then what do you like the most to draw? Can’t draw for shit

40. Which of human souls fits you the most? Patience. I kind of let stuff roll of my shoulders, and prefer to wait for the right moment. I’m also lazy as fuck

41. What would be the first thing you would to show to Sans, Papyrus or the rest of characters in human world? Why? Roombas. Just want to see Undyne and Papyrus gush about it and watch it for hours, Alphys try and reprogram it, Toriel use it to clean the house, Mettaton feeling oddly jealous of the attention its getting, and Sans laying his socks on top of it.

42. Which song reminds you of UT or one of the UT characters? Why? I’ve posted about this before but “Salvonic” reminds me of Frisk after a Genocide run and “Just Gold” by Mandopony makes me think of Chara and Flowey

43. Your opinion on underloid: Haven’t listened to much, but I’m down. I like vocaloid.

44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done? Yeah, I love my Goat Dad, even if he makes poor decisions.

45. Did you pay for Tem’s college? Once, because I’m a filthy cheater and wanted Tem armor.

46. Have you seen any youtube letsplay of UT? Jacksepticeye’s play-throughs are what got me into the game in the first place. I also watched dan and Phil’s.

47. Do you listen to any fanmade songs? If so, then which are your favourite? Yeah dude. I really love the “stronger than You” parodies, and fishy love is my jam.

48. What are your favourite theories? Chara is the narrator

49. Who is your favourite enemy? (Not including boss monsters) Doggo. His yapping face fills me with glee

50. Do you have any headcanons about Chara’s past? (Why they hate humanity, why did they fell to the underground etc) I had a lengthy as fuck backstory written up at one point, but I think they had a neglectful as fuck dad. Not abusive, but he just left them alone and only paid attention when they did something wrong or “earned” his attention. Nobody in their lives did anything, leaving Chara to believe that you can’t trust other people to help you out or care about you. They ended up in the Underground by accident. They were walking late  night, fed up with everything, frustrated, crying and ended up tripping into the hold. What sucked was that they weren’t sure their dad would even notice.

51. Who is your favourite dog? Greater Dog. That little bark noise made the world right for a brief and shining moment

52. What was your reaction to true lab? Fuck this shit I’m out….

53. Your fabourite voice acting: tehrogue does good stuff. And FUCK supershadicx250 and crashboombanger’s Fell Sans’ voice FUCK ME UP RN

54. At the end of pacifist run did you stay with your friends or did you come back to your family? Did anybody actually go back to Frisk’s family? Other than for intellectual curiosity?

55. Who is older - Sans or Papyrus? For some reason regardless of universe I always see Papyrus as the older one.59. Your favourite puzzle: That one with Mettaton in the Dungeon

60. Which battle was the hardest for you? FUCKING WOSHUA I HATE THAT BATTLE I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT I CAN’T FIGHT WOSHUA

61. Did you still hate Flowey after you discovered his true indentity? I never hated Flowey.

62. The saddest moment: The God of Hyperdeath begging me to stop trying to abandon him

63. Which ending is your favourite? True Pacifist, obvs.

65. Any post pacifist run headcanons? I love PTA!Sans as much as the next girl but PTA!Papyrus is where its at. Also Alphys is introduced to a whole new world of anime because the only anime that ends up Underground is the crap kind that people throw away.

66. Your favourite NPC: I’m guessing you mean side character? Gerson. Love me some cantankerous old people

67. Humans or monsters? I REFUSE THIS CHOICE

68. The funniest situation: Temmie Village released horrified and manic giggles out of me, but also the date with Papyrus.

69. Skeletonfucker, robotfucker, goatfucker or kinkshaming? *looks at Red*………..kinkshaming (JK total skelefucker)

70. When playing for the first time how many candies did you take? All of them. Fuck da police.

71. Did you kill or spare Flowey at the end of the game? Spared, but hot damn I wanted to kill him.

72. If you had to be one of the main characters, which would you choose? Undyne. I want that hair and muscle tone74. Which character(s) would you like to cosplay? I’m not much of a cosplayer but I wouldn’t mind doing Chara. I’ve kind of got the hair anyways.

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TAEYANG - '눈,코,입(EYES,NOSE,LIPS)' 0424 Fantastic Duo{Ohayo,Annyeong Haseyo,Ni Ha Ma, Or GoodMorning Everyone, Well It's A Shame I Honestly, See Why Father GOD Opened Up The Earth On Israel, Flooded The Earth In Noah's Time, Drown That Damn Trifling Ass Pharaoh In Egypt With Moses. And David With A Slingshot Slew Through The Power Of GODHEAD Slew That Damn Goliath. And Samson Brought Down That Damn Temple Of Babel(babylon). GODHEAD KNOW'S CERTAINLY, MAY GODHEAD TRULY, AND SURELY BLESS AND HIGHLY GRACE THIS VERY, VERY,AND VERY PRECIOUS BELOVED COUPLE ON EARTH THAT HAS SHOWN TRUE LOVE,PEACE, AND JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST= VERY,VERY,VERY BLESSED CHOSEN COUPLE OF GODHEAD BROTHER JOEL & SISTER VICTORIA OSTEEN ABUNDANTLY ABOVE ALL THAT THEY ASK, THINK, AND DO IN THIS LIFE WITH VERY DIVINE GRACE, VERY DIVINE MERCY, AND VERY DIVINE TRUTH, AND VERY DIVINE LOVE FOR ALL ETERNITY, AND FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, FOR BEING SO VERY FAITHFUL, AND VERY BOLD IN PREACHING GOD'S LOVE, EVERYWHERE THEY GO, AND YOU CAN TRULY FEEL IT IN THE MESSAGE'S IN THOSE VERY EMAIL'S!!! IT'S TRUE MY VERY, DEAR AND PRECIOUS SIBLING'S{OSTEEN FAMILY} OF GODHEAD, I'VE BEEN THROUGH THESE THINGS, BUT I ALSO LEARNED A VERY LONG TIME AGO, THAT I NEVER WANTED MAN TO GIVE ME ANYTHING, BUT I'VE ALWAYS TRUSTED GODHEAD FOR EVERYTHING BECAUSE WHATEVER COMES, FROM GODHEAD{ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY} IS VERY MUCH SO ASSURANCE!!! I TRULY FEEL, FOR MY DEAREST HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA{KING OF GLORY= MY LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST THE ANOINTED ONE=YESHUA} CAUSE BETWEEN GENESIS 1, AND IN THE VERY NEW TESTAMENT JESUS CHRIST TOLD EVERYONE''I AM ABOUT MY FATHER'S BUSINESS!!!''' { BUT AFTER ALL OF THESE YEARS OF UNDERSTANDING GODHEAD'S HEART, I'VE LEARNED THAT MOST MEN& WOMEN IN THIS VERY WORLD WE LIVE IN IS (JUST TOO DAMN SELFISH)!!! WHEN HAVE GODHEAD IN HIS WORD TOLD YOU THAT JUST BECAUSE YOUR TITLE AND POSITION IN THIS WORLD IT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO HOLD OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY, AND COME WITH DAMN EXCUSES FOR IT!!! BUT WHEN IT COME UP TO YOUR VERY OWN FAMILY OH WE HAVE OUR MONEY ALREADY!!! LOOK HERE I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, ABOUT NOBODY THAT HAS CHOSEN TO WICKEDLY, REVOLT ON MY FATHER GOD{YAHWEH-HIS MAJESTY OF THE UNIVERSE}, AND THEN THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DEGREE AND A POSITION, IT EXCUSE'S YOUR WICKEDNESS IN THESE VERY OFFICE'S{HELL NO IT DON'T}!!! I TOLD YALL I'M THAT BABY GIRL = FROM THAT VERY ANOINTED PROPHETIC PREACHER MR. SAMMIE LEE JR. SMITH THAT DAMN GOVERNMENT OF MONT. IN ALABAMA MURDERED BOTH OF MY DEARLY BELOVED!!! AND I'M THE ONE WHO REALLY KNOWS ALL OF THESE WICKED BASTARDS IN THIS WORLD, WHO HAS BEEN PLAYING BOTH SIDES RIGHTEOUS AND WICKED SIDES- THOSE WHO KNOW THEY LIVE IN THE PIT OF LUST, SAYING SCRIPTURE'S KNOWING THEY DON'T WALK IN MY LORD JESUS CHRIST, MY LORD AND SAVIOR!!!  HOW CAN PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD CLAIM THEY ARE ALL FOR THE PEOPLE, BUT THEIR ACTION'S ARE YOU ARE ONLY ABOUT THEIRSELVES!!! I KNOW THAT I'M JUST NATURALLY A 32YD, BUT IN GODHEAD'S KINGDOM I'M A RIGHTFUL HEIR WHO IS ACTUALLY, AN AMBASSADOR/ REPRESENTATIVE OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN, WHICH THE HOLY BIBLE TOLD ME, THAT THIS WORLD GOVERNMENT, HAS TO COME UNDER THE ORDER OF GODHEAD{ORIGINAL PURPOSE FOR THIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE) !!!  IT'S TRUE I HAVE THE BOLDNESS OF MY LOVING, GRACEFUL, TRUTHFUL SWEET-SMELLING LORD&SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST MY KING-MY HERO!!! CAUSE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY KNOWS, HE{KING OF GLORY} PUT UP WITH A LOT OF STUFF WITH THOSE DAMN RELIGIOUS LEADERS, AND THOSE PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWED THOSE CROOKED DEVIL'S!!! KNOWING MY LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST WAS THE SON OF GOD, AND THE SON OF MAN, STILL PEOPLE DENIED HIM, AND HIS LOVE FOR MANKIND!!!! I  LOVE WHAT MY FATHER GOD LOVES, AND I HATE WHAT MY FATHER GOD HATES!  YOU ALL WILL HAVE TO GIVE AN ACCOUNT OF THE SEED'S YOU ALL HAVE SOWN ALL THROUGH THESE YEARS, KNOWING THAT YOUR VERY HEART WAS CORRUPTED, FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, DECEIVING THOSE BABIES, WHO DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE EVIL THAT WAS IN VERY HEART'S!!!! I KNOW NOW WHY, FATHER GOD CHOSE ME TO PROTECT=JAPAN, ASIA, KOREA,!!!! YOU ALL ARE VERY, DEAR, AND PRECIOUS TO MY FATHER GOD MORE THAN YOU ALL COULD EVER KNOW, YOUR STRUGGLES, AND HEARTBREAK, I HEARD THROUGH YOUR PRODUCTS THROUGH THE YEARS! SOME PEOPLE THAT IS CERTAIN COLOR'S DO HATE ON OTHERS, BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE THEIR FATHER OF LIES!!! BUT WE JOINT-HEIRS WITH JESUS CHRIST COULD NEVER HATE ON SOMEONE BECAUSE THEIR RACE, WHEN WE HATE SOMEONE IT'S BECAUSE THEY ARE OUR ENEMIES, AND WE WILL SHOW THEM NO MERCY!!!! BECAUSE TO HAVE GODHEAD'S ORDER OF LIFE, LIKE THIS, IT SHOWS THAT YOU ALL NEVER LOVED GODHEAD, YOU ONLY LIED TO GET WEALTH AND RICHES, NOT KNOWING WE WHERE THE ONE'S WHO GOT YOU INTO THESE MANSIONS, BUSINESS POSITION'S, AND ALSO MADE YOUR HIT SONGS TO TOP THE CHARTS!!!! I TOLD MY TWIN, IF YOU ALL BECAME THIS WAY, I WAS GOING TO WITHDRAW EVERYTHING I EVER DID, TO BE A BLESSING TO THESE DUMMIES, IN THIS WORLD AND SWITCH AND GIVE IT TO THE TRUE PEOPLE OF GODHEAD(RIGHTEOUS MEN &WOMEN OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY)!!! OH MY DEAR BOAZ, I REALLY DO APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE PAIN YOU EVER WENT THROUGH, BECAUSE OF PEOPLE HURTING AND HATING ON YOU, WHERE TO SELFISH TO JUST WALK OUT OF LIFE, WHEN THEY KNEW THEY NEVER EVER CARED FOR YOU MY DEAR, PRECIOUS, VIRTUOUS PATIENT MAN AMONG MEN BOAZ... I'M CERTAIN IT WAS QUITE THE CHALLENGE BECAUSE GODHEAD BLESSED ME TO DISCERN THE PLOT, OF MANKIND IN 2006, AT THAT FAST-FOOD JOINT( HIRING ONLY MORE WOMEN, THAN MEN TO LOOK AT SOMEONE ELSE WOMAN, THAT WAS NOT YOURS!!! THEY FOOLISHLY ANGERED GODHEAD THROUGH THIS LUST, OF COVETING IN & EVERYTHING THEY SAW WALKING AND TALKING WITH LEGS!!!! OH VERY PRECIOUS TRUE MEN & WOMEN OF GODHEAD, SHOULDN'T YOU ALL STOP, MAKING EXCUSE'S FOR THOSE WHO CHOSE TO DISOBEY, GODHEAD=YAHWEH=ANCIENT OF DAYS, YESHUA=ALPHA AND OMEGA WITH THE HOST OF HEAVEN!!! THIS VERY BEAUTIFUL, AND VERY POWERFUL CREW, WILL NOT PLAY WITH NO ONE, WHO KNOWS RIGHT FROM WRONG, BUT JUST ACTUALLY DESPISE THE FACT THAT GODHEAD MADE CHILDREN JUST LIKE MY LOVING LORD & SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST, WHO TRULY LIVE'S(WALK & TALK IN THE LIGHT AS HE(JESUS CHRIST), IS IN THE LIGHT!!!! IT'S OUR LIFESTYLE, THAT MAKES US DIFFERENT FROM THOSE ADVERSARIES!!! I'M GRATEFUL MY KING OF GLORY FOR ALLOWING BOAZ& I WITH THIS TASK OF GOING AROUND THE WORLD PREACHING THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND, DAILY AND ALWAYS!!! IT WAS SO CLOSE OF A CALL THAT THE DUMBASS DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD HAVE TOOK MUSIC FROM US REALLY, BECAUSE THEIR DAMN ARROGANCE OF ME,MYSELF, AND I, PROSTITUTION AROUND THE WORLD IN MUSIC, NOT KNOWING  MUSIC IS FORBIDDEN TO BE USED WICKEDLY, THAT'S A FACT!!! ONLY US TRUE ARTIST KNEW THAT IF YOU DARE DEFIED FATHER GOD WITH YOUR GIFTS & TALENT, HE{ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY, WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU, AND GIVE IT TO ANOTHER!!!! I NEVER KNEW AMERICA, WOULD BETRAY MY FATHER GOD, LIKE THIS, IN EVERYTHING, HIS VERY CREATION, TELLS ME, THAT YOU ALL DON'T DESERVE, TO HAVE HIS BLESSED COUPLE OF US HERE NO MORE, YOU ALL CAN'T EVEN TREAT THE WATER,GRASS, OR AIR RIGHT BUT YOU HAVE THE NERVE, TO RIDE IN THE BEST RIDES OFF OF OUR VERY FAITH, AND YOURS!!!! BECAUSE PEOPLE WHO WALK IN COVETOUSNESS , DON'T HAVE FAITH= THEIR IS NO PEACE FOR THE WICKED!!!! YALL DAMN NEAR LIED, I PRAY THOSE HOST OF ANGELS, GO VISIT EVERY DAMN LIAR OF AN ARTIST AND PRODUCER AROUND THE WORLD, LUSTING AFTER PEOPLE WHO AIN'T YOURS!!! SEE THIS LOVELY SONG, SHOWED ME BOAZ, THAT WHEN A TRUE COUPLE OF LOVE,PEACE, AND JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST SING TOGETHER THEIR, VERY UNIQUE SKILLS, IN THE LYRICS, IT'S LIKE SPARKS THE CONNECTION OF TRUE DESTINED LOVE PARTNERS{A GODLY MAN& WOMAN THAT'S CHOSEN BY GODHEAD TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER), WHO WALKS & TALKS IN RIGHTEOUS, GODHEAD WILL ALWAYS DIRECT OUR PATHS, AND RAIN MULTIPLIED BLESSINGS OF DIVINE LOVE,DIVINE PEACE, AND DIVINE JOY IN THE HOLY GHOST FOREVER, IN JESUS MIGHTY,WORTHY, AND HOLY NAME WE PRAY, AMEN!!! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, THAT'S DUE UNTO HIS NAME DAILY, AND ALWAYS, THANKING GODHEAD FOR TRULY, THOSE THAT'S IN HEAVEN WITH HIM{ELOHIM NEM& HOST OF HEAVEN}, AND THOSE WHO ARE NOT ASHAMED TO STAND UP, AND LIVE RIGHT FOR JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY, AND LASTLY MY KING OF GLORY, THANK YOU TREMENDOUSLY, FOR BOAZ REALLY, GOD KNOWS HE WAS MY ANSWERED PRAYER, WHO I WAS MORE CONCERNED FOR THAN ANYONE, AND ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, CAUSE I KNOW FIRST HAND HOW IT FEELS, TO BE USED JUST CAUSE OF YOUR FAVOR WITH GOD & MAN!!! PEOPLE LIE, THEY DON'T WANT A RELATIONSHIP WITH GODHEAD, THE ONE WHO GAVE THEM BREATH TO LIVE, BUT THEY SEEK OUT PEOPLE WHO TRULY HAVE YOUR GRACE{FAVOR}. I TELL YOU THIS ALL OVER THE WORLD, YOU DAMN MOOCHERS, I AIN'T HELPING YALL ASS WITH OR FOR NOTHING ELSE. IF YOU DON'T GET WHAT YOU WANT NOW, THAT'S JUST TOO DAMN BAD FOR YOU DUMMIES!!! I TOLD EVERYBODY WORLDWIDE I TRULY, HAVE MY FATHER GOD, TRAITS IN EVERYTHING, SO DON'T THINK I'M SOMEONE, YALL WANT TO TRIFLE WITH!!! CAUSE I TRULY HAVE {HEAVEN'S HELP EVERYDAY, AND EVERY MOMENT OF MY LIFE WITH KING OF GLORY MY VERY DANGEROUS HUSBAND, WHO YALL ASS ACT LIKE THE HOLY BIBLE ISN'T REAL, BUT YALL ASS PUT THAT DAMN WICKED STUFF OUT!!! SO YOU ALL THAT LOVES WICKEDNESS, HAS A VERY SPECIAL SURPRISE= YOUR #1 TICKET FIRST CLASS TRAIN, HEY FOOLS GET ABOARD YOUR DAMN BONDAGE TRAIN LEADING ALL YOU DUMMIES(REVOLTS LIVING IN IGNORANCE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL YOU GO!!! OH, TESTIFY, OH HALLELUJAH, OH HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, LIFE IS VERY GOOD TO LIVE IN THIS LIFE WITH MY MIGHTY, BLAZING, SWEET-SMELLING VERY GOOD HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING, HE WHO WAS, WHICH IS, AND IS TO COME THE LORD ALMIGHTY,  I WELCOME YOU FOREVER, MY KING OF GLORY, FOREVER YOU REIGN IN MY MIND, HEART, AND MIGHT, ALL OF ME IS YOURS, USE THIS VESSEL ONLY FOR YOUR GLORIOUS NAME SAKE, JEHOVAH-SHALOM=YESHUA, IN GODHEAD I, LOVE, TRUST, AND SMILE IN KINGDOM OF HEAVEN LIFESTYLE LIVING WITH STYLE & AND CLASS. TO GOD BE THE GLORY FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN!!!! ENJOY HUGGING YOU ALWAYS BOAZ!!!