#this one's for omega pai enthusiasts

[sugarcodedrena]

"Prapai thought the sweet-looking, tasting, and smelling boy he brought to his condo was an omega like himself, or at least a beta. However, one lick on his neck had him weak at the knees, and in no time he found himself under an alpha who was ready to give him what he wanted.

Sort of."

[cas-spirit]

Give me more platonic affection.

Give me omega timeline residents approaching Asgores because they give the best hugs.

Give me Ink, learning about physical affection by observing people, having Blue explain the different ways people hold hands. Him tackling Top and Aster to the ground trying to figure out how hugs go.

Give me Dream who only cries when someone’s hugging him because it’s the only time he feels shielded enough to break.

Give me Nightmare and Error, who after years of working together, finally end their deals with a handshake.

Give me Blueberror who’s off button is any kind of physical affection.

Give me Core Frisk, still a child, clinging to people’s hands, holding a larger hand in both of theirs.

Givr me Nightmare falling asleep on a movie night and the rest of the gang can’t move because his tendrils lay on top of them like sleeping cats.

Give me Blue forcing his two semi-immortal friends into cuddle piles so they actually sleep for once.

Give me Fresh showing trust by letting people hold his head, so close to the eyesockets that hold his true form.

Give me Error and Geno readjusting to touch after the emptiness of their containments, telling the other that they’re there by knocking knees.

Give me Frisks in the omega timeline offering a shoulder to lean on for Charas, or anyone who asks.

Give me Underfell where the skelebros curl up around eachother to watch the other’s back, even in sleep.

Give me Outertales where handholding is common to make sure no one floats off into space.

Give me Gasters who use their many hands to give head pats to their sons/coworkers (Sans, Papyrus, and Alphys) as well as doing science work stuff.

Give me Nightmare who curls his tendrils on top of his subordinate’s heads like a strange pat on the back.

Give me Horror who will simply pick his teammates up and hold them like the wet cats they are.

Give me Cross who’s so unused to any physical affection he freezes up, and Killer using this to his advantage by grabbing his hand to distract him from the cow nearby or to get him to stop training for a bit.

Give me Nightmare laying a tendril over Dream’s shoulder to remind himself that his twin is there, and they aren’t fighting anymore.

Give me Dusts that will curl up on top of people like a cat.

Give me Inks who give surprise hugs to his friends.

Give me Errors who wrap his strings around people to give them hugs.

Give me Horror Papyrus becoming the center of hug piles in Nightmare’s gang because the boys miss their brothers a lot, and he’s the closest they’ll get with the gang’s reputation.

Give me Killer, just met Nightmare, and the baby goop clings to him while they explore the multiverse.

Give me Ink and Error pulling eachother along by the scarfs.

Give me Dancetale where duo dances end with a hug (or high five if too sweaty for a hug)

Give me Fell Papyrus holding Fell Sans’s hand out and about, using the excuse of making sure Sans doesn’t wander off when asked.

Give me post-truce spontaneous skeleton cuddle piles.

Give me Killer randomly tackling his teammates.

Give me Ink being so physically affectionate people think he’s flirting (he’s not).

Give me Papyrus calling Sans a cat while he curls up on his shoulder.

Give me Sans holding Geno’s hand carefully when things get a bit too much after his time of the Save Screen.

Give me careful fingers tracing the edges of Papyrus’s rarely-seen hands.

Give me Dust trying, and failing, to touch his Papyrus.

Give me Passive Nightmare’s ghost curling up around Dream’s shoulders like a purple boa, hugging him around the neck when things get rough.

Give me the gang curling up on Nightmare’s tendrils when he’s not paying attention.

Give me Dream learning about the different meanings behind touch after he breaks out of stone.

Give me Gaster’s who are almost too scared to embrace Sans and Papyrus incase getting out of the void was a dream, and Papyrus accidentally sending him to the floor with his enthusiastic hug.

Give me Undyines randomly carrying their Alphys around.

Give me Frisks who press their forehead onto people (Sans’s back, Papyrus’s thigh, Toriel and Asgore’s arm, Alphy’s side, Undyne hip) and lean on them.

Give me Frisks who randomly lean on people, almost falling over because Chara is a ghost and incapable of being my leaned on.

Give me Dust laying his head on Killer’s lap when Killer gets twitchy, because what’s he gonna do, move Dust?

Give me Error who’s glitching feels kinda like a massage, holding his hands to Nightmare’s back, Horror’s skull, or Geno’s wherever when they get pain.

Give me Ink who uses hand holding like a recalibration test after he goes blank.

Give me hand holding and head pats and hugs and cuddle piles.

Givemegivemegivemegivemegivemegiveme

[cannellee]

May I request Alpha!Kanto Mikey taking his S/O to a gang meeting (cause we know he's not leaving them alone just for a meeting 🙄🙄) all his executives are probably not even allowed to look when the S/O's around LOL

If you want to you can definitely add some spice 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Your writing is so good every time I read anything you write my heart goes 💕💕💞💞

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ yandere! alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey taking his omega with him during a gang meeting

my masterlist : ☆

(not my best and I made it yandere + the spice isn't that spicy, I hope you don't mind though:/)

YANDERE! ALPHA! MIKEY (kanto era)

mikey had developed a deep fear of leaving you alone. he isn't particularly expressive, but his thoughts are constantly assaulting him with horrible scenes of his loved ones dying and he'd rather die himself than let that happen to his omega.

you're very precious to mikey, indispensable and a necessity. he forces you to be by his sides at all time, ordering you to inform him whenever you want to go somewhere on your own -if he even lets you-.

gang meetings at night were a regular thing, mikey used to lock you up inside his room whenever he had to leave for one of them. but after you accidentally dropped a vase and hurt yourself to the point of bleeding, mikey was against that idea.

he brought you everywhere, demanding respect from his members for you. everybody knew who you were, despite never having once talked to you. you were like a precious doll people could only admire from afar, your guardian mikey being the only one allowed to consider you as more than an untouchable jewel.

you didn't know what mikey did that you sparked fear in the eyes of every man present. was it the scent of your alpha lingering on you, the way his eyes seemed to bore a hole into their head whenever they did as much as look at you? you didn't know, but they all kept their distance with you. the bravest only stealing weak glances your direction, while never actually approaching you. was it out of respect or out of fear for mikey? you weren't sure.

during the meeting, mikey kept you close to him. he towered over everyone at his usual spot, looking down at his members. you had a special spot next to him, on top of the stairs. you had to sit quietly, waiting for mikey to finish talking, all sweet and docile.

you mindlessly munched on the snacks mikey had bought you beforehand, to make the wait less boring. he knew you weren't that pleased to be here, but he was glad you didn't put much of a fight and just listened to him.

as you watched him, his back in front of you, you wondered how he could get so sweet sometimes. he, who was so fierce and menacing, feared by others gangs and even his own members. you liked the gentleness he showered you with whenever it was the two of you.

after those kind of meetings, mikey was always enthusiastic about showing you how much he cared and how he will never let anyone have you.

your exposure to the hungry eyes of other alphas always seems to spark a surge of possessiveness. how dare they look at you that way. mikey can only imagine the kind of thoughts they have upon seeing his precious omega. even with all his warnings, there still are reckless alphas who think they're worth more than you. who don't believe mikey would beat them up to a pulp just to ensure his omega's dignity and comfort are untouched.

mikey will send the others off at the end of that meeting. barking commands at them to leave the fastest they can, and they'll be left wondering who annoyed their leader. because despite mikey's temperament, he doesn't get mad pointlessly. he most usually acts on impulse whenever his omega is involved, so it isn't hard to guess what could have pissed him off if you pay attention to his reactions.

after everyone's gone, mikey is dragging you far into the temple, making you drop your snacks on the ground in the process. you can protest all you want but mikey doesn't care.

he pins you against of wall once he's sure you're both safe from any potential curious eye. he buries his head roughly into your neck, his nose nudging your scent gland, searching for the spot which lets out the sweetest scent. he's pestering your jawline with wet kisses, slowly travelling down your neck and softly bites your collarbone. you whine, gripping his blonde hair and abandoning yourself to him, completely at his mercy.

with dark eyes and wet lips, he finally looks at you, giving one last deep kiss to your panting mouth.

"I can't stand how they're looking at you, should just gouge their eyes out"

you laugh softly, knowing that despite his impulsive nature, he wouldn't act so cruelly, "don't, or you'll soon have no one else attending your meetings"

"might be better this way, nobody will ever bother us, and they won't watch so carelessly what's mine anymore", he continues his assault on your skin, drawing a few moans out of you. he makes sure to leave red marks, putting his claim on you as if it wasn't already clear that you were his.

he relishes the sighs of pleasure you let out. he feels proud and satisfied to be the one eliciting such vulnerable and intimate reactions out of you.

that's right, you were his omega only, and those alphas could look at you all they want, but in the end, mikey was the one able to touch you this way, to play out any fantasy he had while the others could only dream.

you were his to own and possess, mikey had put his claim on you and from that moment onward, you had nowhere else to return to if not his arms. mikey will always make sure you'll stay with him, safe and sheltered. he'll give all the affection he has to give, all the love he can provide. and you'll love him despite his fucked up self and suffocating embrace.

"you know you're mine, don't you? you're such a pretty little thing, love you so fucking much baby"

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 2

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

**plus size reader 

Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve called her the next day.  Twelve hours was surely enough time.  He also felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t hear her voice again.  He was worried about how badly he wanted her, knowing that this kind of connection was something that wasn’t common.  His self control was hanging on by a thread, and with their date coming up at the end of the week he was trying his best to not think about it too much, or fixate on the way her emerald hair shone on stage, or the black lipstick that slightly stained his beard, the feel of her on his lap…

“Jesus, punk, I need to meet this girl.  If she’s got you all wound up like this,” Bucky laughed watching Steve pace back and forth from his closet, dropping clothes onto his bed, trying to figure out what to wear.  Steve growled at the mention of Bucky, a natural born Alpha, even coming close to Y/N.  Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve’s challenge.  “Chill, man.  Not trying to come for her, just saying she sounds like quite the Omega if she’s got you of all people acting up.”

Steve’s glare relaxed on his face as he tried to breath through the anxiety in his body.  “I’m sorry, Buck.  I know, I’m trying to just…” he sat down on the small free space on his bed.  “I’ve never felt this before.  I don’t know how to handle it.  I’ve never felt so…out of control before.”  Bucky nodded, his eyes downcast.  “Have you?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Besides being the Winter Soldier, no, my Alpha has never taken over,” Bucky said, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed.  “Maybe gotten the better of me here and there, but never anything like you’re describing.”

Steve sighed heavily as the jittery feeling ebbed and flowed through what felt like his very cells.  His body knew it was going to be around Y/N again in a few hours, and his Alpha hormones were thrumming, making his blood race and heartbeat rate spike periodically.  “I’m afraid that the second I see her, let alone smell her, that I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

Bucky reached out over the pile of clothes and gripped Steve’s shoulder.  “You won’t.  If I’ve ever seen someone who is the ultimate gentleman, it’s you.  You won’t hurt her.  You won’t take advantage of her.  I know you won’t,” he reassured him, squeezing his shoulder before dropping his hand.  He pulled out a shirt and pants from the pile and held it out to him.  “Wear this.”

Steve grabbed the clothes from him and studied them, finally nodding as he stood to go change.  “Thanks…jerk.”

Bucky scoffed.  “Yeah, whatever.  Just think of Hydra any time you get too excited.”

A few hours later Steve stood waiting outside a themed restaurant that he thought she would like.  After seeing glimpses of the tattoos that were on her arms, and judging based on her hair and style that night at the jazz club, she was a Halloween enthusiast, and this place was a witchy, spooky themed restaurant with fancy cocktails and food.  Halloween was only a few days away, and he wanted to show her that he was paying attention and impress her.

He smelled her before he saw her, her scent whipping his face with the Autumn wind.  It nearly knocked him off balance, his hormones humming and buzzing as he turned towards her.  Y/N was wearing a large, rust orange overcoat with a knee length, pear-colored pinafore dress peeking out from underneath.  Her emerald hair complimented the colors well, now worn in a much more modern wavy curl style.  Her lips were natural this time, and he felt his own lips itch at wanting to grab her face and kiss her.  As she walked he could see her legs were covered with black sheer tights and tattoos that were haphazardly scattered across her thick calves.  She wore chunky Doc Martens and thick socks against the cold.  She gave him a brilliant smile as she approached.  Steve was physically holding himself back, biting his lower lip and his fingers on one hand pinching the other hand to keep his hands to himself.  

“Hey handsome,” Y/N greeted him, her signature smirk making his knees feel weak.

“Hi,” Steve said gruffly, looking her over hungrily.  “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled widely.  “You’re insanely hot, as usual.”

Steve laughed loudly, the humor helping to lessen his anxiety.  “Insanely hot?  Wow, high praise.  I need to work on my compliments.”

“You say a lot with those pretty eyes of yours,” Y/N said cheekily.  Steve’s breath stuttered as she gazed up at him.  “You smell…delectable,” she sighed, giving him a dreamy look.  She reached out and swiped his coat, her fingers sliding over the knitted sweater he was wearing.  “And you look incredible in green, has anyone ever told you that?  It brings out the little bit of green in your eyes.”  Steve blushed deeply at her consistent compliments.  “Or…did you wear green because of me?” she stepped toward him, the heat of her body making her scent roll off her in waves.  “You wanted to match me, didn’t you?”  Steve couldn’t even try to save his pride as he nodded, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed harshly.  “You like my green hair?” she teased him, her long nails scratching through his sweater, making goosebumps erupt across his chest.  

“I like everything about you,” Steve whispered, his hand reaching for her hand on his chest and bringing it up to his face, kissing her open palm reverently.  This made the smirk on her face fall, her eyes widening slightly as she watched him.  “I have to be honest, I’m a very controlled man, but ever since that night I've been struggling to keep my composure with you.  So as much as I love this flirty back and forth, tread carefully, Omega,” he used her classification as a warning, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

Y/N blinked, his words seeming to strike her quiet momentarily.  Then her smirk slowly returned, her eyes looking playful.  “Yes, Alpha,” she said slowly.  Steve’s eyes rolled and his grip on her hand tightened.  She giggled and then turned to the restaurant.  “I’m starving,” she announced and walked away from him, pulling her hand out of his grasp.  Steve blew out a rough puff of air and followed her inside.

They got to know each other better during dinner, Y/N enjoying the cocktails as she explained a lot of the decor inside the restaurant to Steve, who wasn’t well versed in horror movies or Halloween in general.  They were sitting in a booth, and as the night drew on they moved from opposite ends to sitting next to each other.  Steve’s arm was behind her shoulders, his body angled toward her as she told him another story about her time singing at the jazz club.

“Usually it’s nothing but fun, but every once in a while there’s some drunk, self-obsessed Alpha that just can’t seem to understand the word ‘no,’” she said offhandedly, taking another sip of her third cocktail.

Steve squirmed in his seat, unhappy with this piece of information.  “Really?”

Y/N nodded, setting the cocktail down and adjusting her dress that had risen up her thighs.  “Such an ass.  Like let me sing the damn song, dude.”

“Is he there often?” Steve asked, looking down at her thighs, his free hand tightening into a fist.  Y/N nodded as she took a bite of the dessert he ordered.  “Why don’t they ban him?”

She scoffed, her eyes rolling dramatically.  “He’s the manager’s brother.  Doesn’t matter how many complaints there have been, he doesn’t take me seriously.  I’m just the ‘talent,’” she said, her fingers tightening around the fork in her hand. 

Steve bristled, his anger bubbling deep in his belly.  His jaw ticked as he tried to calm himself.  “When do you sing next?”

Y/N gave him a suspicious look.  “Tomorrow night, why?”

“I’d just like to come see you sing again,” Steve said unconvincingly, his arm behind her wrapping around her more firmly.  Her eyes narrowed at him but she merely smiled as she stabbed another piece of the dessert with her fork and then held it up to his lips.  Steve smiled at her offering and opened his mouth, letting her feed him.  Something about that action made the Alpha in him hum with satisfaction as he ate.

“Oh, you got a little…” Y/N pointed towards his mouth.  Steve tried licking his lips, but she shook her head.  “It’s just…here,” she lifted her fingers to his lips, her thumb wiping a piece of chocolate off the side of his mouth.  She pulled her hand away but Steve moved forward quickly and bit her thumb softly, sucking the chocolate off.  Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short gasp.  He watched her as he licked her thumb then released it, their faces much closer together now than before.  He took his chance and leaned forward, his nose nuzzling hers.

Y/N smiled, her eyes fluttering as she breathed him in.  She angled her head as her body shifted to face him, then dragged her lips from his cheek down to his neck.  Steve froze, afraid that if he moved he’d take her on the table right there and then.  She nuzzled his neck gently, then he felt her tongue lick his scent gland.  His hands turned to fists as she sucked softly on his skin, his scent strengthening as she scented him.  People at the tables around them shifted uncomfortably as his pheromones reverberated across the restaurant.

“Y/N,” Steve whimpered.  “Please…”

She pulled away, licking her lips and her hand squeezing his knee.  “Your place or mine, handsome?”

A deep growl rumbled in his chest and he threw a few bills on the table before taking her hand and ripping her out of the booth.  Y/N quickly grabbed her coat and laughed as he pulled her out of the restaurant.  He led her to his car and helped her in before slamming the door and winding over to his side, sliding in and peeling out of the parking spot and towards his apartment.  The whole way he kept a hand on her thigh, squeezing firmly, trying to ground himself.  His hormones were going haywire, making her own scent get stronger.  As her desire grew her scent became spicier, making his eyes and mouth water, his grip on the steering wheel warping the leather.  When they finally reached his apartment he helped her out and pulled her inside.  Once the door was closed behind her he caged her against the it with his arms.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Steve breathed heavily, his eyes hungrily looking her over, watching her chest rise and fall.  “If we do this, I won’t be able to stop myself.  I’m surprised I’ve made it this far.  If you let me have you, I won’t let you go, Omega,” he grunted.  

Y/N sighed, her eyebrows turning upwards as she licked her lips again.  “I want this, Steve.  I want you.  Let me have you,” she reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him into a heated kiss.

The second their lips met Steve lost all control.  He pulled her against him roughly, his kiss too hard, his tongue shoving its way passed her lips and into her mouth to taste her hastily.  His hands blindly pulled at her clothes, unhooking her dress, taking her shirt off while leading her to his bedroom.  Her hands did the same to him, touching him all over his chest and stomach as she pushed his sweater and undershirt up and over his head.  When he finally got her completely bare before him he picked her up and threw her on his bed.  She yelped and then laughed when she hit the bed.

“I don’t think anyone has ever lifted me before,” Y/N smiled, watching him as he took his pants and underwear off, her eyes bugging as she stared at his large cock.

“I’m not like anyone else,” Steve smirked as he crawled up onto the bed.  His hands felt every inch of skin, massaging the plushy flesh on her body, his fingers dipping into every curve and dimple and admiring the array of tattoos that littered her skin.  His lips were not far behind, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved up her legs.  Without warning when he reached her core in between her legs he dove right in, inhaling deeply as his tongue licked between her slit.  Y/N gasped loudly, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.  Steve couldn’t stop tasting her, her slick slowly oozing from her as he worked her towards her orgasm.  His fingers parted her lower lips and he eased one finger into her, pumping slowly as she keened at the feeling.  He quickly added another finger, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit quickly then slowing down.  He added another finger, and her back arched as her slick made his fingers squelch in and out of her. 

He sucked her clit harshly as his fingers quickened, curling inside of her just right.  Y/N moaned, then it turned into a shriek as her orgasm washed over her.  Steve continued sucking and fucking her with his fingers as she rode out the orgasm, his own deep moan vibrating into her pussy as he smushed his face into her.  Her legs twitched as she calmed down and Steve finally pulled his fingers out, sucking at her slick on his fingers.

“Taste so good, Omega,” he said lowly as he lifted his wet fingers to her mouth.  Y/N obeyed and opened her mouth, licking and sucking at her slick on his fingers.  She gripped his wrist with her hand and continued sucking two of his fingers, her eyes focused on his face as she sucked them like she would his cock.  Steve groaned at the feeling of her tongue on him, and he quickly moved up and pulled his fingers from her mouth, kissing her lewdly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him against her as he nestled his hips between her legs, his cock sliding between her lower lips.  He took his cock in his hand and lined himself up with her pussy.  Y/N’s ankles hooked behind his ass and pulled him towards her, shoving his cock deep inside her in one thrust.  They both moaned against each others’ mouths as he filled her.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N whispered against his lips.  “So good, Steve…fuck,” she rolled her hips against him, trying to get him to move.

“My needy Omega,” Steve huffed a laugh, then pulled his hips back and snapped them back into her.  Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes shutting tight as he filled her again.  Steve kissed her all over her face and down to her neck, nosing her scent gland and licking and sucking at it roughly as he thrusted repeatedly into her.  His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples until his mouth could replace them and suck and lick at them.  Y/N’s hands were all over him, then ultimately settled on running her fingers through his hair and giving the back of his head a harsh tug.  Steve whimpered at that, his hips trembling.  “Fuck, do that again,” he said as his left arm dug underneath her shoulders and cradled her head in the crook of his elbow, keeping his body close to hers.  Y/N smiled as she scratched his scalp again with both hands, her long nails leaving a tingling sensation as they ran down his head until she gripped his hair and pulled.  Steve whimpered more loudly, his breath fanning her face as he kept himself cheek to cheek with her.  “You’re so good…Y/N…my pretty Omega,” Steve’s free hand slid between their bodies and his thumb started rubbing at her clit as he thrusted faster.  Y/N’s voice rose in pitch, a steady stream of rushed breaths at his thrusts spilling from her lips.

“Knew you were mine from the second I scented you,” Steve groaned, leaning down to lick her gland again.  “Up there singing to me, like a goddamn tease,” he nipped at her neck, making her gasp.  “Prettiest voice I ever heard,” he said.  “Be mine.”

Y/N’s hips twitched, her pussy fluttering around him.  He could feel his knot starting to catch inside her as he became more desperate for her answer.  She tensed at the feeling.  “I’m…I’m my own,” she said, her voice sounding heavy with emotion.  Steve looked at her in alarm, worried he’d said something wrong.  “But I’ll be yours, as long as you’ll be mine,” she said resolutely, her eyes starting to fill with tears.  

Steve nodded fervently.  “I was yours the moment I found you,” he promised.  Y/N blinked rapidly as his knot grew, the tears finally slipping from the sides of her eyes.  “I’ve never wanted anything, anyone, like I want you.  Can I have you…please?” he nipped near her gland again.

Y/N let out a small sob, bringing his head back up and kissing him deeply.  “Yes, Alpha.  I’m yours.”

Steve smiled and kissed her again, his hips thrusting four more times until his knot fully inflated and he came inside her, groaning loudly.  Y/N was right behind him as he flicked her clit, her squeal being muffled by his lips on hers.  He rutted against her as he filled her up, then he broke the kiss and licked down to her neck.  He kissed her gland before opening his mouth wide and biting down on it.  

Y/N’s back arched as he bit her, her hands scratching his back as it triggered another smaller orgasm.  She whimpered and he growled at her pussy squeezing him again.  Their scents combined as he let go of her neck and licked it to sooth the bite.  She was now his mate, and he was hers.  It all went a lot faster than either of them were expecting, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.  He moved them both to lay on their sides, holding her close to his chest as they waited for his knot to deflate.  

Steve tickled her spine with the tips of his fingers, randomly kissing the top of her head and forehead as his breathing evened out.  Y/N’s arm that was wrapped around his body squeezed him and she kissed the spot above his heart on his chest.  He smiled and looked down at her.  “My Omega,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction omegaverse fics where one of the characters is faking their secondary gender as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🎀 pray for some sweet simplicity by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 237k, racing) an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

🎀 Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(E, 117k, friends to lovers) “Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.” “You’re right, they don’t.”

🎀 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren

(E, 92k, famous/not famous) Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

🎀 i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry

(M, 83k, football) AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. 

🎀 The Truth of Hearts by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 42k, television writing) After rising through the ranks to become one of Hollywood’s most celebrated alpha writers, the world is Harry’s oyster. Louis, another rising star alpha, is Harry’s greatest undoing, in more ways than one.

🎀 Confessions of a Fabricated Alpha by @jaerie

(E, 18k, phone sex operator) famous alpha Harry Styles has a secret and paying an alpha to roleplay a relationship with him over the phone is the only way he can be himself.

🎀 Let's Embrace The Point Of No Return by sweaterpawstyles

(E, 33k, boss/employee) Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

🎀 don't know if i could ever go without by ifthat / @lovehl

(E, 14k, pining) “We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.” “What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam. “What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

🎀 Next To You by savannah_blue

(M, 14k, canon) When Harry Styles won the X-Factor he quickly became the latest pop sensation. When Louis runs into him at a party, he quickly realizes that Harry Styles is nothing like his reputation of womanizing alpha. Turns out, Harry Styles is an omega. And Louis' mate.

🎀 I Don't Mean to Frustrate by @lululawrence

(NR, 14k, friends to lovers)  the one where Louis is an omega pretending to be a beta, but what happens when Harry, his (pining) alpha best friend, learns his secret?

🎀 Fakes (Streaming Live) by @allwaswell16

(E, 5k, camboys) Alpha camboy Henry Steel has a rather unfortunate crush on omega camboy Luscious Lucas. He also has a rather unfortunate secret that's about to be revealed.

- Rare Pairs -

🎀 Big White Lie by acrayonsmile

(E, 263k, pack dynamics) Louis has been pretending to be something he's not for as long as he can remember. Will the pack find out before it's too late to fix him?

🎀 How Could We Be So Blind? by WrennAddysen

(NR, 153k, OT5) Zayn, 1/5 of the boy band One Direction, is an omega, pretending to the world that he is a beta. 

🎀 Like A Bullet In The Dark, by TylerM

(T, 27k, OT5) the one where Zayn, Harry and Louis are alphas in a pack with omega Niall, and Liam is a beta. Until he actually isn't and shit hits the fan.

🎀 a dark world aches for a splash of the sun by calums

(T, 18k, OT5) the 'beta!louis who is actually an omega' trope that everyone is craving

[dairy-farmer]

Reading through your stuff, and I had a thought.

I don't k ow if it's a good thought, but is is A Thought.

Anyways.

Omega Tim Drake instinctively acting parental towards Puppy Damian, even when all Danian wants is to be rid of him (he doesn't, but he's never been taught how to properly express affection, and all these Big Feelings confuse him).

So much so, that when Damian starts calming down from his murder gremlin phase, Tim is the one Trusted to care for Damian when the others are unavailable. Tim will always invite him to nest together. If you can't find Damian, then you haven't looked in Tim's room.

Damian gets so used to sleeping with his head against Tim's chest, that whenever Tim goes into heat, he attaches to his Puppy and holds him tightly while cooking soft praises.

As his own first rut draws closer, Damian finds himself pressing his hips more consistently against Tim's. He'll wake up with his head under Tim's shirt. Bite and suck at Tim's sore nipples, trying to soothe the Omega currently ruining both their underwear.

Tim NEEDS a good fuck, but has the Puppy in his nest, and he knows the others can get a little too rough when he's in heat and drawing them in like a siren.

So imagine, to his surprise, when the puppy slips his underwear down to his ankles and slots between his legs perfectly, filling him with a little Alpha's cock.

He's young (if Gotham knew of it, they'd say too young for this, but none of the Waynes ever cared about that little tidbit) and inexperienced, but enthusiastic. And Tim has to guide him and teach him how to properly use what his Wayne genetics have given him.

Tim doesn't scream, not in the way that Bruce, Jason or Dick can make him scream, but he babbles praise, and drives Damian to explore, to find all the ways that he can leave Tim sobbing with joy and pride, clutching at sheets and falling apart under his Puppy.

Until he can't.

Damian gets injured on patrol, and gets benched. Naturally, he goes to his pretty Omega to vent his frustration.

But his body reacts weirdly to the painkillers, and he can't get the knot big enough to catch, and keeps slipping out of Tim.

For all that Tim is cooing at him and happy to be filled, Damian can tell he's also mildly frustrated at it.

Until Tim's big wonderful brain comes up with an idea. Catching Damian too frustrated to pay attention to the small details, Tim's legs squeeze his hips, hands climbing up his sides to just under his shoulders...

And then he's pushing, and rolling them over, and treating Damian to the sight of Tim smirking at him from where he's sitting on his Puppy's waist, looking pleased beyond words to see the youngest Wayne under him for once.

Damian will refuse to elaborate on the filthy noises that Tim using him to get off, instead of the reverse, draw from his mouth. Especially will leave unaddressed the several moments of begging for "Mommy" to let him touch and rut up into him, when Tim, the filthy succubus he is, holds his hands down against the sheets, and smiles at Damian when he quiver under his hips and whines as he fills him with yet another load of cum

Tim "threatens" to tie him down, and Damian finds that just thinking of it has Tim's cruel, wicked pussy squeezing one last orgasm out of him.

When Damian's all better, he makes sure to mark up Tim real good, all decorated with Damian's touches and bites.

But for every handprint on his hips, every hickey and mark of teeth on his chest and neck, when things get too overwhelming, and his assassin's training still conflicts with his Robin training in certain ideologies, Damian will be in Tim's nest, letting everyone's favorite Omega be the one to pin him down instead.

It helps getting his brain to grow blissfully quiet, and reassures him that, if no one else, at least Tim will always be there for Damian, who will always be his Puppy, even when he ends up growing past his current stature of almost living in Tim's tits when the Omega cradles him close and runs fingers through his hair while cockwarming for him, until Damian grows soft and slips out of Tim's sore but satisfied pussy.

Even when Tim comes back to the Manor as one of his many disguises, this time in heels, with long hair, and a frankly scandalous dress, Damian perks up upons seeing him walk in.

If he gets to be the one to peel him out of that dress, and help his brothers and father in spoiling their Omega, that's THEIR business, isn't it?

yesyesyesy yes yes!!!!! this WAS SO GOOD! omegaverse au's where puppy damian on the verge of presenting and has been part of omega tim's nest to cuddle and nurse and love. and its only him because all the other alphas are always to rough and rowdy with tim during his heat and they'd disturb the puppy- this is SO good and its one of my all time favorite types of omegaverse- like this fic which i highly recommend!!!!

this was such a pleasure to read especially when tim flips them over because poor baby alpha damian can't form a knot and is struggling to catch and stay in 😍

damian can't wait to grow up to a full alpha but for the moment contenting himself with having omega tim all to himself and getting to rut inside of him to his hearts content.

[freesia-writes]

Ch 12: The Festival

~ Master List ~ Previous Chapter ~ WC: 3.2k ~ Featuring fanart by @ve-ti-ver!!

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“Your turn, Silver!” Luciana yelled over the music, holding a hand out to Crosshair after just having released Wrecker. The Town Square was packed with people from the entire planet, all enjoying the highly-anticipated lunar festival. Hundreds of tables and tents had been erected for a great variety of foods, activities, and wares, and huge screens and stages had been set up around Square as well as across the beach, allowing the party to continue beneath buildings and the palm trees alike. 

“Not a chance,” Crosshair said, folding his arms across his chest and not moving from his lean against the stone wall beside him. 

“Come on, you have to!”

“I do not.”

“Yeah you do!” Wrecker hollered, pushing his brother forcefully toward Luci, who dragged him out into the throngs of people dancing in front of one of the makeshift stages. She whirled around in front of him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips as she swayed with the music. Hunter elbowed Echo and tipped his head in their direction, both sharing a hearty laugh at the sight of an insanely-stiff Crosshair almost refusing to move as she danced against him, but there was the tiniest flicker of amusement on his staunchly grumpy face. 

“He deserves it,” Wrecker insisted, picking up his tray of food. “Aww man! Now my wraps are cold!” 

“Looks like he’s paying for it now,” Echo remarked, laughing again at Crosshair’s expression of shock as Luciana turned to face him, staggering her legs between his and slithering down to the ground and back up again. 

“She looks like a snake on a tree,” Hunter chuckled. “Can’t say I’m surprised though.” 

“If I were the betting type, which I am decidedly not,” Tech chipped in from his seat beside Phee, “I would estimate that it would take a longstanding relationship that included a great deal of depth and trust to convince Crosshair to dance without the need to portray a sour and unwilling front.”

“Well, don’t hold your breath,” Echo said.

“I wasn’t planning to,” Tech answered. 

They chatted and ate, tucked into a large table that was squeezed into one of the many nooks and crannies of the Town Square. The space had been totally transformed: it was filled with colorful tents, string lights, and sparkling mirror balls, and they’d had some time to explore the fantastic variety of goods from other islands on the planet. Omega had enthusiastically perused row after row, first with Hunter and then with her friends from the school, who she was apparently back on good terms with. So Hunter had returned to his brothers and Phee, who together had procured an impressive assortment of plates and trays from the food carts. 

“Well get a load of this,” Phee said, the rest following her gaze back to Crosshair, who now had not one but two girls grinding on him from both the front and the back. 

“Women have such weird taste,” Echo commented, and they all had to stifle their laughter to quickly look back at their plates and each other when Crosshair’s sharp eyes flickered in their direction. A few minutes later, he’d extricated himself from the situation, walking stiffly to the table with his hands clasped over his crotch. He sat down wordlessly, crossing his legs and shifting uncomfortably before pulling his jacket off and settling it in his lap.

“Can’t enjoy it too much, can you?” Phee jabbed, sliding a cup of the tropical drink they were sharing in his direction. Luciana was now dancing with the other girl and had been joined by a few others that seemed to know her, all bouncing around in a jubilant cluster. Hunter scanned the square, squinting against the strobing lights that reflected off of the mirrored balls that hung across ropes from rooftop to rooftop. 

“I have not yet seen Lyra, if she is the object of your search,” Tech informed him, and Hunter quickly rearranged the deer-in-the-headlights look that had popped onto his face. 

“I’m just looking around,” he said, forcing nonchalance into his voice. Tech leaned closer, his arm pressing against Hunter’s for a second from the close proximity of their chairs, and he pulled it away upon noticing. 

“It is not a shameful thing to feel attraction to another,” Tech said earnestly. “It is quite natural, especially for individuals like us who have spent most of our lives so far with little to no individual autonomy. There are entire realms of the human experience we are now able to explore… if we wish… that can be quite enjoyable.”

Hunter stared at him, wondering how they’d gotten to the point where Tech was teaching him about relationships and the human experience, and opened his mouth for some kind of retort. But he was cut off by Luciana’s return, bouncing over to their table with an exhilarated flush on her cheeks.

“Isn’t this great?!” she squeaked, simply beaming as she looked around before reaching out to Hunter. “Your turn, babe! Let’s go!”

“You already did me,” he complained, unmoving in his seat.

“Mmm, you wish,” she quipped, fixing him with a mock pouty stare. She had already danced with him, coaxing him into an awkward little shuffle of his own while she’d swayed against him and made him feel things that had been a distant memory since his “shiny” days. “Alright, fine. Looks like it’s up to you, Sparky.” She sidestepped over to Tech, massaging his shoulders for a second before he sat forward quickly. 

“I would rather not,” he said, almost choking over his words in the shock of being touched so forwardly.

“That’s what they all say… at first,” she winked. 

“Keep moving, honey,” Phee said, with just enough volume and edge to catch the attention of everyone at the table. Luci looked at her, each woman smiling pleasantly while a whole assessment took place under the surface. Phee lifted her chin slightly, reaching over with one hand to place it gently on top of Tech’s where it rested on the arm of his chair beside her. Her confidence was tangible as she gazed calmly at Luciana, who tapped the side of her nose, pointed at Phee, and gave her a little salute before scampering back to her group of friends.

“Was that part of the human experience I’m missing out on?” Hunter asked quietly, leaning back in his seat with a smug grin as Tech gave him a sidelong glare. 

Eventually, the music transitioned into raucous applause as the current performers finished their set and cleared off the stage. The screens went blank from the colorful display they’d been set on, then slowly loaded some camera views of the stage as the crowd quieted. The sound of drums began, growing louder as a procession of native Xyloans made their way up the street, the people parting before them. Their regal manes had been braided intricately, and their traditional tunics had been replaced with colorfully-painted regalia. They held drums and staffs, walking in a stately line composed of a handful of elders and a few younger males. Taking their places on the stage, a hush fell over the crowd as the chief slowly raised a hand. 

“We honor the island!” he said loudly, his sybillant accent accentuating his Galactic Basic.

“We honor the island,” the others repeated, tapping their staffs once. 

“The sacred will endures,” he announced, pausing for the others to echo. “We offer gratitude for its protection. None come who are not deemed so, and we rest in its wisdom, throughout the changing of the tides and the passing of the generations!”

“Their perception of the island as a sentient being worthy of respect and cooperation is admirable,” Tech commented, returning his gaze to the stage as Hunter nodded in agreement.

The elders continued, each rising to share a part of the story of the island, which had been around longer than any could remember. They insisted that the island protected itself through ancient magic and some other forces that were beyond understanding. Continuing to the story of The Alignment, they explained that it was a phenomenon that happened every couple hundred years, when the moons and planets of the system would line up in a particular way, bringing to life the old magic for some kind of new enlightenment that would be shared with a chosen few to benefit the people as a whole. The Xyloans’ time ended with a ritualistic chant, honoring each of the planets and moons in the system and inviting the island to share its secrets freely, and they ended with a kneeling prayer of gratitude. 

“That was beautiful,” Phee said in awe, watching their stately departure so closely that she didn’t notice Tech’s affectionate gaze fixed on the side of her face. 

“Indeed,” he murmured quietly.

An announcer’s voice drowned out the hubbub as he informed everyone of the rest of the evening’s events: more music, dancing, and debauchery would be followed by the lighting of the lanterns as the night turned into the next day, and they would be sent up toward the moons with everyone’s wishes for the next year. The music returned at full volume, string lights dancing in the breeze, and Hunter rose to his feet, rubbing his head at the throbbing of the bass that reverberated throughout his skull. 

“I’m gonna grab a snack and head home,” he said, nodding to the others. 

“But you’re gonna miss the best part!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s the best part? You’ve never been to one of these,” Crosshair drawled, pointing a toothpick in his brother’s direction now that he had “relaxed” enough to uncross his legs. 

“It’s gonna be awesome,” Wrecker insisted, unfazed. 

“We’ll catch you later,” Phee said, giving Hunter a nod and a smile. He returned it, grateful for the indirect permission that quieted any other complaints or jabs that might be thrown his way, and pulled on his jacket, slinging his bag over his back before heading toward the rows of food stands. He was assailed by rich scents and sounds – sizzling meats, chopping and scraping, yelling in various languages, and more spices than he’d ever seen in one place. His shoulders were slumped in slight dejection as he wandered, squinting at each of the picture menus and feeling overwhelmed with the decision of what to eat. 

“Hunter!” a familiar voice called, and he perked up quickly, turning to see Lyra waving at him from the end of one of the many long lines. She beckoned for him to join, and he did, smiling warmly as he drew near. 

“I was looking for you,” he said, hesitating awkwardly at his own words. “I mean… We all… Anyway, how’s your night?” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people here,” she said, leaning in to be heard over the cacophony. “This is the food from Plata I was telling you about! They’re these amazing plates with little triangles of pita bread and the most delicious mix of meat, veggies, and sauce. Did you eat already?”

“I picked on some stuff here and there. But I was getting ready to head home.”

“Oh,” she said, quickly recovering from a subtle flash of disappointment. “I get it – I can bring you a plate tomorrow, if you don’t mind leftovers?”

“No, it’s alright,” he reassured, glancing up at the menu. “We’ve just been here for a while, and it’s… a lot.”

“I get it. Well, if you do want to eat, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve to make it all a bit more bearable, if you’d like to stick around. But no worries if bed sounds better!”

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ten minutes later, they found themselves at a small table for two that was neatly tucked into a narrow alleyway between two stone apartment buildings that blocked out a great deal of the sound from all directions. There were a few other tables along the edge, filled with fellow introverts, quiet-seekers, and lovers looking for a more intimate setting. Hunter’s stomach tightened as he noticed the couple behind Lyra begin to make out, languorously caressing each other as their open-mouthed kisses grew more passionate. He shifted his focus to her, tuning back in to the story she’d been sharing about her experience at last year’s festival.

“It was uncanny how much they could tell just by looking at me… Or maybe they were just really good at saying things that could apply to almost anyone, but still. It was quite the encounter. Did any of you go to the elders this year for a reading?”

“No,” Hunter answered, scooping up a bite with a piece of pita bread. “But one of them had some mystical words for me when I first got here.”

“Oh?” Lyra said, curiosity piqued. “Care to share?”

“That I was fragmented,” he shrugged. “And something about the smoothing of the sea.” It felt intensely personal to say it out loud, even though he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about the overall mysticism of the island and its native inhabitants. 

“Hmm,” she mused thoughtfully. “I love the way they see this place and everyone in it.”

Another loud announcement came, notifying everyone that the lanterns would be sent up in half an hour. Lyra’s eyes grew wide, and she looked at Hunter with a spark of excitement that lit up her otherwise calm features. 

“Do you want to see that?” she asked, a weird energy coming from her as though she were trying to disguise her eagerness beneath a front of nonchalance. 

“Um, I suppose…” He hadn’t planned to, but her sudden interest was somewhat infectious. “It sounded like it was going to be chaos.”

“Down here it is,” she nodded, beginning to eat the rest of her plate more quickly. “But I found an amazing lookout that gives you an entirely different view. We’ll have to ride up to the observatory though, and we’ll have to go quickly.”

Hunter nodded, finishing the last of his food and scooping up both trays to throw away. He’d enjoyed the island practice of using fathiers instead of speeder bikes for the most part, and he found a soothing presence in the tall, furry animals. Lyra smiled gratefully, pulling on her coat and slinging her purse across her back. She seemed more expressive than he’d yet seen, eyes aglow with anticipation as they wove their way through the crowd, getting bumped and jostled all around as they went against the flow of traffic. After a momentary separation, Hunter felt cold fingers against his own, a tiny thrill running down his spine as he looked up to see her glancing back at him with an unreadable look on her face, having grabbed his hand to keep them together as they pushed through.

“Sorry,” she said over the noise, letting go suddenly, “I just didn’t want to lose you in this–”

“It’s okay,” he said with a small smile, gently wrapping his warm hand around hers. He felt her wave of excitement and saw a flush creeping across her cheeks before she whirled back around, rushing to get outside of the hustle and bustle of the Town Square. 

When they finally came to the edge of town where the stacked flat roofs gave way to hills and trees, Lyra reached into her purse, pulling out two soft, thin ropes, and whistled loudly. Hunter had been scanning the area for any of the wild fathiers, pondering how he’d catch one, but he stared in disbelief as one promptly appeared from the trees, trotting up to Lyra with a cheerful nicker. She held out a flat palm with a cube of sugar in the middle, stroking the side of its neck as its fuzzy lips flapped around the treat.

“That’s… uh… That’s impressive,” Hunter admitted.

“One of the Xyloans taught it to me,” she explained, carefully weaving the rope around its neck and chest. “They’re amazing creatures… They’re eager to please and satisfied just to get some praise and love.” She peered into the forest as though hoping for another to arrive. The quiet was suddenly broken by a huge cheer rising from the crowd in town. “Ah! We’re going to miss it!” she exclaimed, whistling one last time. But no others seemed to be coming, so she shrugged, looking at Hunter with that buzzing excitement that he was beginning to feel as well.

“Want to ride behind me?” he asked, saying what she seemed unwilling to suggest.

“Seems to be our only option,” she nodded, throwing her purse back to its resting place between her shoulders as she led the mount to a huge fallen log nearby. “Grateful for this big guy at least.” She patted the furry horse-like creature, stretching on her tip-toes as it bent its graceful neck toward her, allowing her to stroke one hand down the back of its long, flat ear as Hunter climbed onto the log to swing his leg over the animal’s back. Lyra followed suit, her chest resting against his back for a moment before she scooted back to allow a few inches between them. But when Hunter nudged the animal into action, she inhaled sharply at the sudden movement, grabbing his waist and pulling herself fully against him. 

His hands tightened around the rope as the fathier broke into an effortless lope up the side of the hill, both of them having to lean forward and tighten their legs around its sides to stay on. The feeling of her arms sliding further around his middle and her front nestled against his spine was disproportionately dizzying. It was warm and soft, sending both comfort and tingles radiating throughout his core. He tried to focus on where they were going instead, guiding the steed with pressure from one foot or the other as they steered toward the observatory.

Lyra stiffened as the angle grew steeper, her thighs pressing against the back of his own, her forearms stacked one atop the other against his ribcage and stomach. Hunter was flooded with a yearning that seemed to come out of nowhere, a deep desire to be held and loved instead of always being the responsible one, the strong one, the dutiful one. And yet there came another powerful realization, that he couldn’t or shouldn’t ever have such a thing because he would age twice as quickly. Could he rob someone of the best years of their life and leave them far too soon? Staggering beneath the sudden onslaught of emotions, he leaned forward, separating the top of his body from hers a bit and taking in a deep breath of the cold air as it flew past them. 

Lights from below caught Lyra’s eye, and she turned, seeing the handmade paper lanterns beginning to rise from the beach and the Town Square at the same time. The wind in her ears and the rhythmic gallop of the fathier drowned out any other noise from the celebration, and her heart leapt in her chest as she saw the observatory coming into view. 

“Almost there!” she yelled, leaning close to bring her face closer to his ear, and his own heart skipped a beat.

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[grogusmum]

Crash Into Me

alpha!DIN DJARIN X omega!F!READER

WORD COUNT 2100ish

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, omega reader in mild peril

A/N: The idea of Din discovering his alpha nature as an adult took hold of my brain and I couldn’t shake it, or write anything much else until I got it down, so here it is. I’ve never written a/b/o before and I don't read too much of it. So please be gentle with me. 

It starts out in third person, from Din’s pov and then switches to second person when the pov opens to both of you. 

It’s pretty fluffy (What? You say. Shocking, I know! Hazel replies.) and doesn’t contain smut. (I know, I know)

This here is a one-shot that could expand when and if inspiration strikes, if there is to be smut in its future, the Magic 8 Ball says “Reply hazy, try again”.

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia. 

Din enters the local cantina. The job’s complete, but the kid needs to eat before they bring the bounty back to the client. He gently lifts Grogu out of his satchel and places him in a booth. Grogu coos and tries to climb onto the table.

“Hey don't do that, pal.”

A friendly-looking server comes up just as he settles himself and Grogu on one side of the booth with a ready warm smile.

“Welcome, traveler,” the server greets. Upon seeing Din settling Grogu beside him on the inside of the booth, she corrects herself sweetly, “I’m sorry, welcome travelers! Are you interested in eating or just a- ”

“Yes, thank you,” Din interjects. “Um, just for this one here.”

“Very well, the special today is fried gorg over pashi noodles.” she reaches over to point out a few items. Reaching past Din, as Grogu is playing with the single-page menu.

“Unfortunately we are out of roasted craw-maw and the ladnek bisque.” 

Din stills when her arm crosses him, below his helmet. His helmet filters out much in standard mode, but he catches a scent he has never experienced. His head swims slightly, normally he would turn on the extra filtration, but something in him wants more.

“Oh, I apologize for my reach, sir,” she pulls back realizing she has invaded his space.

“Don’t worry about it,” Din's voice is low, lower than usual. He is taken by surprise, it’s his ‘bring you in warm or cold voice’, without any of the menace. He clears his throat. And his server does the same, he looks at her properly for the first time. Warm eyes and very cute, pretty, he decides. Her moment of fluster pleases him in a way he doesn't understand and he tries to keep from puffing out his chest. Din thanks the stars for his helmet.

“He will take the gorg and noodles,” he says. “Enthusiastically.”  

Grogu watches this exchange closely.

“Very good!” her laugh is warm and genuine. Still smiling as she goes to the kitchen. Din wonders what that was all about and thinks of putting the extra filtration on again.But doesn't.

A busser delivers the food, Din thanks them politely, but can’t help but look past them to see where his server has gotten to.

Grogu digs in, just as his dad anticipated, with enthusiasm. Din is just happy he is eating a cooked gorg.

Quickly, Grogu is down to his last noodle.

“You ready, kid?” 

Grogu looks up and nods, making a little mrapp sound. Seeming full and content as Din lifts him off the bench and he sinks comfortably back into the satchel. 

After Din goes to settle up, he tells himself he is not put out at all that he didn't get to pay the pretty sever with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes directly, as he heads out the back. It's just the quickest way to the Crest. It has nothing to do with passing the kitchens. 

The crash of trash bins behind him catches Din’s attention, and he rounds the corner to investigate. He pulls up short, seeing her against the cantina wall, a hulking human looming. The bin lids continue rolling, then reverberating like cymbals. Her look of fear sends a kick of adrenaline through Din's system, and there is a rush in his ears. His growl shocks him. He has more control than this.

When her attacker looks in Din’s direction, she tries valiantly to take advantage and kick him. He is thrown off balance, yes, but it's not enough, and he quickly has her by the arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, let her go.” Din’s hand moved to his blaster.

“I’m only going to tell you once, to mind your business.”

Grogu ducks as Din draws his blaster. 

“Wait!” She shouts. 

“See the omega wants to go with me.”

“I do not,” she says, pulling away, but he clamps his hand harder, causing her to wince. 

Din is torn between seeing red at the pained expression on her face and the curiosity of this new information- what did he call her? Is that your name? Din holsters his blaster, his hands come to his hips. 

“Fine. It seems to me, Omega doesn’t want to go with you.” Din makes himself take up as much space as he can, and drops his voice further. Surprising himself yet again today, he adds “she wants to come with me.”

Confused and again relieved to be under his helm, for after saying such a presumptuous thing, Din can't keep from wincing just a little. Regardless, he stays in Bounty Hunter mode. The woman pulls away again and walks over to Din. He almost forgets about her assailant, watching her progress. Coming to him. Almost-

“It is Omega’s grace and not mine that you are still standing. I see you again, you won’t be so lucky,” Din says only after he has stepped in front of her, completely shielded her from view. 

When the other man is completely out of view, he turns and looks down at her. She is very close to him, eyes large. He catches a hint of that smell again. His thoughts lose focus-

“Omega,” he almost whispers. 

She looks, he isn't sure, concerned? Disappointed?

Then she tells him her name.

“Oh,” Din chuckles, it’s just a misunderstanding. He is taken aback at how relieved he feels. “I'm sorry- he called you Omega, I just assumed it was your name.”

Now, it is her turn to look confused, but then she smiles. 

“Can I escort you to your home or…”

“I thought I was going with you?” She says, a little cheekily.

Din flusters, but he is so curious about her and his feelings, that he makes no further comment, he just places a hand on her lower back and guides her in the direction of the Razor Crest. 

Grogu starts to fuss, reaching for this virtual stranger.

She looks at the baby and smiles-

“Do you want a carry?” 

Grogu coos and babbles, reaching animatedly.

“I don’t mind, if you don't.”

“Alright,” Din says and brings the satchel around to his front, and she scoops Grogu out. Grogu immediately clings to her shirt, telling a thrilling tale that usually only he, himself understands.  But Din watches her close. She listens in wrapped attention and laughs at seemingly all the right places.

Din can see her looking at him with curiosity, a question on her lips. He has plenty of his own.

The assailant had called her omega, but it's not her name. It stirs memories. He hadn't really thought about Aq Vetina, or the lessons the Mandalorians had taught him about his unique biology in years. 

This woman is not called Omega, she may be and omega. She might have omega physiology, but that would mean he is not what he thought… 

After the battle droid siege that took his parent from him, Din was taken from his homeworld by the Mandalorians before puberty. They understood Aq Vetina was peopled by Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, and knew that even out of their society, Din would have to understand what it all means. They not only taught him about what it is to be any of those designations, but instilled discipline so he would be able to marshal control over the base instincts that can disrupt his ability to function in non-a/b/o society such as the Child of the Watch and much of the galaxy. But not being part of the unique group of people they of course, couldn't tell Din what it felt like.

From what Din understands about it, he has always assumed he must be a beta. But when he thinks about it, he has never knowingly been in the presence of an alpha or an omega, the two designations that would inspire the strongest reactions. 

Lost in thought Din arrives at the Crest before he knows it. The Mandalorian hits a few buttons on his vambrace, lifting the security protocols, and lowering the gangway. He again guides his guest with a light hand on her lower back.

Din knows he should say something… 'welcome' or 'make yourself at home' comes to mind and is nixed immediately. He goes with-

"Watch your step."

She looks around. Her curiosity spurs her on but he can see, no feel, a guardedness too.

He reaches for Grogu, and the baby reaches back, then squawks in indignation when he is placed in his hammock.

"Sorry, Grogu. I'll come get you soon," he says as he presses the button to close the door to the bunk.

When Din turns, she is more apprehensive than curious. It comes off her in waves. He knows he needs to explain, but… he doesn't know exactly what to say.

"I'm not going to hear the end of that for some time."

She gives a small smile.

"I- um…" Din starts and stops, her eyes are so… 

Din takes off his gloves. 

He tries again, taking her hand-

"Aq Vetina is my homeworld, but I was saved after my parents were kiled and taken in by the Mandalorians when I was very young."

Whether she is also from Aq Vetina or just knows of it, he doesn't know, but he can see some recognition. She looks down at his hand on hers, his thumb making circles on her wrist. Her eyes close, and she hums a contented sound. The sound causes fireworks to go off in him. Din breaks away to walk over to a control panel on the wall and shuts down the lights.

You are plunged into darkness. Has your curiosity gotten you into trouble? 

"As a Mandalorian, to protect my creed my face can not be seen by others," he explains from across the hold. "But I want to take off my helmet with you-" 

The dark is absolute, but you can tell where he is from the sound of his voice. Then a hiss and clunk, followed by a soft fwump, fabric maybe. There is a moment of silence, then right in front of you-

"Do you understand why?"

He sounds different, no longer speaking through the helmet. And his scent- you breathe it in. 

"I think so, Alph- you're an alpha," you didn’t plan to whisper.

Din is hit with your scent, now unencumbered by the basic filtration within the helmet. He takes your hand again, bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling. You know he is restraining himself from going to the scent gland in your neck. But if you are honest with yourself, it's all you want.

Din doesn't know what he is doing, he feels untethered, almost floating. He has never felt this way, his thinking is not confused though, on the contrary it is very clear though it almost feels like someone else's thoughts.

You move closer, bringing your neck so close. Din lowers your hand-

"Can I?"

"Please, Al- Mando"

"Din, please call me Din."

You tip you head to the side, you trust he will only smell, you don't know how you know and that frightens you.

"Alright, Din."

A shiver runs through him, and very slowly, he brings his face to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and inhales deeply. He feels drunk. His training battling with instinct and training all but raises a flag of truce when your nose is buried in his now bare neck, and instinct rumbles its victory. Little does he know that that rumble escapes him until you moan in response. 

"Din," you sigh. His response is quick and desperate, a growl rumbling from his chest and arms wrap tightly around you, as he murmurs your name.

How you got to the large crate you are now sitting on, you aren’t sure. Your feet dangle, legs open with Din standing between them, but he is not pressing against you. His head is tucked against your shoulder as he noses against your scent gland. Your hands in his hair,it's soft and fine. He does nothing without express permission. You have never met an alpha like this. You remind yourself he wasn't raised in a/b/o society, where the hierarchy puts him at the top, so many taught that they can just take what they want, like the alpha behind the cantina. You also can tell he is holding back, keeping instinct in check. And you are torn between incredible respect and wanting him to let go. 

“I want to kiss you, may-”

“I want to kiss you too, Din.”

Din brings his mouth to yours with an urgency that scares him. He wants to live here, right here. He knows he has to marshal himself, take control. But your lips are soft and the sounds you make, he wishes he could see you- 

Suddenly, there is the swoosh of a door to your right and an affronted cry that is as cute as it is furious. You smile, your lips still against his.

“Time’s up, I guess,” Din sighs.

"For now."

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Sorry this is out of the blue but ur au’s are always so good and I NEED ur thoughts on an ivantill abo concept that has been haunting me-

Pls consider:

Till is a traveling musician and Ivan is a model who has a brief stint in music, (which is how the main two meet) Till alpha and is the rebellious type and completely against settling down with an Omega and having a normal white picket fence life. He frequently complains about this with his close friend Ivan, and one day asks Ivan if he would be chill having a no commitment hook up to blow off steam. Ivan (who is obviously In love with him but till isn’t paying attention) says yes very enthusiastically. they hook up, and then till like a week later leaves for his tour. When till comes back he finds that Ivan is like heavily pregnant- (and is maybe a little jealous of whoever caused that) and is like hey who’s the dad are u in a relationship. (It is obviously a result of the hookup since that’s just how things go) And Ivan not wanting to tie till down and make him “take responsibility “ (he doesn’t want to be an obligation to till but a choice) lies and says he knows who the dad is but they abandoned him so he’s going the single parent route.

And Till being a good friend is like “dam sounds like a shithead- lemme like help u out while I’m still in town” and proceededs to start taking care of Ivan (all the while pissed as hell at the “random guy” who would do this to Ivan and leave him all alone) and he steps into a pseudo partner role while doing so. (And they constantly get mistaken for a couple) So till is accidentally taking care of and supporting his own kid- and hyjinx ensue until the kid is born and things obviously get revealed.

how to tell till hes a father without telling him he's a father:

LMAOO this is insanely funny (and heartbreaking for ivan) and i 100% agree with this. i love this prompt!!

till constantly hounding ivan to get an abortion and sue the father? i think so.

ivan being featured in pregnancy magazines and whatnot? front cover, nonetheless? absolutely.

anyway, i think till would be insanely jealous, especially as he acts as ivan's mate, and unwittingly he spends way too much time imagining that he was the father and they'd settle down (kind of) together raising the child.

when till finds out, they figure their shit out and get married in about a week. a grand ceremony for the fams and a smaller one for friends and family. (yall cannot convince me ivan did not have the weddings planned over the course of his pregnancy (and before that, too)).

other people's reactions: luka is also pregnant. idk man, its all the rage these days (i cannot step a single inch without seeing him pregnant, guys. you can decide if it's a random guy, hyuna, or hyunwoo(?)). ivan and luka gossip, and this only intensifies once they give birth.

mizi kindly tells till to make up for the months he were gone and the months he leaves ivan without a bond. sua... is not so kind. the shovel talk, except its a bulldozer yell.

ty for bringing this concept to my attention!!

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PART 5 The predator grounds (Halsin) LAST PART

Alpha!Halsin x omega!reader

Warnings: prey/predator, forced heats and ruts, sexual, smut, light angst, age gap, claiming., feels tadpoles make you honry 🤣

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You had jolted awake realising you had fallen asleep on the large alpha under you.

“Hm?” You mumbled trying to come to your senses.

“Sleep well little cub?” You heard and nodded sleepily still, it felt like the best sleep you’d had in a while. Your sleepy daze was broken by the pain in your skull and a shrill voice screaming. You cried in pain as the elf grunted and tightened his hold.

“I was” you muttered panting slightly as the pain left.

“Damned things” you grumbled lifting your upper body up. The elf smiled at you as you focused on him. Your cheeks flushed he was still hard, gods it must hurts. You bit the inside of your cheek as he tilted his head slightly studying you.

“Do-“ you felt yourself grow hot with embarrassment as you tried to speak.

“Do you want to continue?” You muttered and he chuckled lightly pressing his lips to yours softly.

“Wake up properly first little one” he said and you felt ashamed and nodded quickly going to scramble off his lap, but he held you there.

“I’m sorry” you said seeing him frown, gods you felt like an idiot, even if your body craved it, your heat seeping through your skin again.

“I very much want to continue, if you’re up too it” he said a little breathlessly, his eyes hardening. You nodded a little too enthusiastically got your liking, but he didn’t care. His lips pressed to yours in haste and you moaned softly hands going to his shoulders. You moved your fingers to cup his neck and tangle in his hair gripping a little tightly. The alpha growled lowly and you backed off a bit a small whine leaving your throat. His lips moved down your jaw to your neck paying attention to the claiming spot. You felt your body excite hips grinding down on him as you tilted your head to the side. You felt his teeth scrape over and you shuddered in delight before he moved, lying you down again as he did before. You held his face gently as he stared at you before kissing you. You hummed as his hips grinded against yours in eagerness. His hand disappeared between your body, finger sliding through your folds again. You arched slightly at the touch as he gathered your slick and pressed one finger inside your entrance. You sighed his lips going to your neck again. He was holding on by a string, his fingers working quickly as he added a second. You moaned softly eyes closed blissfully as you felt yourself relax his scent filling your senses.

“I can’t wait anymore” he growled against your ear and you nodded quickly opening your eyes as he lifted his head. You spread your legs more seeing him smirk slightly, his fingers gathered more of your slick, coating his cock with it. You felt your cheeks redden as he gave you a questioning look. You nodded quickly as he lined himself up and pushed in slowly. You gripped his shoulders short nails digging into his skin. He groaned in your ear as he gave you time to adjust before pushing in more. You moaned quickly feeling the stretch, and fill. He finally bottomed out while he panted harshly in your ear. You unclenched your hands apologising softly at the dents you know you left.

“I’ve got you” he muttered and you nodded panting a little as you relaxed your body. One of his hands held him up while the other held your waist.

“Move” you almost demanded hearing him chuckle softly in response and moved his hips. You sighed loudly feeling him against your walls deliciously, you wrapped your arms around him and he allowed you to tug him closer while he set a slow rhythm. He let out small noises as he fucked you slowly, you were panting quickly soaking in the feeling. He began to quicken and you moaned brokenly as his thrusts came more forced chasing his needs. He sounded like an animal in your ear, you supposed his bear side was always present, even more so in heated moments. He kept you still with his hand on your waist as he began to thrust into you quick and hard. You cried softly at the feeling of being full, being filled by an alpha.

“Mine” you heard him growl as you felt fingers move from your waist to your clit and began to rub. You cried out again as you felt your walls clench around him and your stomach coil.

“Alpha” you begged and he snarled bringing you over the edge with a hard thrust. You let out something between a moan and cry as you felt his knot inflate. You arched your back wanting whatever he gave even if it hurt. His other hand rested by your head and you felt him lean to it.

“Mine!” he said as his knot finally locked inside and he came. You moaned softly as he moaned brokenly and sighed body shaking with yours. You panted softly glancing seeing he had bitten down on his arm harshly instead of claiming you. You felt yourself sadden and almost rejected for some reason, did he not want you? You shook away that thought quickly you barely knew the alpha, just stuck in this horrible situation that seemed not so horrible. You whimpered as he went to move you. He hushed you gently bringing you up with him sitting down carefully. The tug made you twitch and whine before you settled in his lap, knotted cock still inside you. You began to press soft kisses against his neck, specifically where you would claim him, you couldn’t help yourself. He hummed gently lifting your head to press his lips to yours and you huffed gently. He smirked with a small huff at your small frustrated noise. You glanced to the bite on his arm tracing your finger over it, one soul thought ‘that should be on your neck’

You shook your head huddling your hands to your chest as you rested against his chest. Gods your mind was a mess.

“Your scent changed” he said softly slight confusion in his voice. You smiled and scoffed lightly he just fucked you.

“You just fucked me” you stated and he smiled shaking his head.

“It smells like Hurt, rejection” he said sadly and you tensed.

“Sorry” you said cursing yourself silently.

“You can say what’s on your mind little cub” he soothed hand rubbing your lower back gently massaging softly.

“You have punched me and brought me down” he jested lightly.

“You let me bring you down” you corrected and he chuckled softly as you sagged a bit.

“I wanted your claiming bite” you admitted before hiding your face, you felt him tense lightly and you wanted to crawl to the other side of the cave and hide if you weren’t still attached.

“Silly thought, just my heat” you brushed off quickly as his hand slowed.

“I would’ve” he said and you frowned lifting your head as he smiled softly.

“I feel the oak father would’ve brought you to me eventually” he said and you looked away embarrassed.

“Doesn’t matter what scene or reality I would’ve let you punch me” he said and you laughed. Your moment was ruined as he went to kiss you, but your mind once again screamed in pain whatever put this thing in your mind crying in pain. You held into Halsin as it felt like it disintegrated. You panted as the pain slowly went away and nothing moved in your head. You shook your head gently frowning slightly looking to Halsin. He held his head confusion in his features.

“They’re gone?” You asked. He held his hand up and you frowned as yellow magic hummed in his hand, you felt the magic flow through your mind.

“They’re gone” he confirmed you felt relief fill your body.

“Thank the gods” you said relieved a chuckle leaving you.

“Gods I need food” you suddenly said feeling the hunger hit you, whatever was in your head kept hunger and thirst away. He chuckled lightly and you flushed at your situation.

“We may have to stay here a while” he commented and you felt laughter leave you as he hugged you tightly and joined your laugh.

When you were finally able to leave him you got dressed on shaky legs.

“I can heal you, your body’s aches, just till we get to civilisation” he said tying his pants. You faltered slightly, your hips ached, but you didn’t want to leave. You flushed shaking your head and he smirked.

“Don’t tempt me to take you again” he said huskily and you kept your eyes on the ground before you slapped his arm.

“Food first” you flushed and he chuckled nodding. The seemingly infinite forest ended, a road leading straight back to Baldurs gate. Halsin followed you there it, a few others heading the same way. You saw omegas, broken in spirit and your heart clenched, had your fate been generous?

“What happened?” You wondered allowed as you passed an omega.

“Are you alright?” Halsin stopped and the omega went to panic and fell off the log, backing up in fear.

“It’s ok, he won’t harm you-“ you quickly stood in front of him.

“No, no please” she covered her head body trembling, claw marks on her arms and legs. You saw a horrible claiming bite in her neck, no alpha in sight. You felt tears in your eyes as your mind went to panic, that could’ve happened to you, you were too caught up in the pleasure. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off quickly the alpha behind you frowning.

“Come, I can help you” you said holding your hand out to her.

“Please” you whispered and she looked to Halsin, she nodded though and took your hand. She stood on shaky legs as you steadied her. You continued on the road, knowing it all to well till you saw the small path that lead to your house. Halsin followed somewhat behind as the omega beside you shook the whole way there. You followed your path seeing your home untouched, you sighed finding a spare key where you hid it. You unlocked your house and sat the omega down seeing Halsin. You hesitated, mixed feelings going through you before you closed the door.

You tended to the omega before they returned to their family, broken and beaten. You went to seek out what happened like others that had been captured. Mind flayers had entered Baldurs gate, taking certain alphas and omegas in some experiment, their main ship had finally been destroyed by the githyanki dragon riders and the spell and whatever was in your head was removed. Not many shared your fate of a kind hearted alpha, many were clutching to their family’s in fear of themselves or someone. Among the gathering you recognised a scent, one you still had lingering on your skin. You saw him in the back of the crowd obviously coming to see what happened also. His eyes were already on yours and you hesitated greatly, suppose you should thank him for not claiming you or being cruel. You approached him hesitantly unsure of what to say, your mouth opened and closed.

“Shall we leave this crowded place?” He asked softly and you nodded quickly. You followed him out before you lead him back to your cottage. You brought him inside body aching to touch his still, once the door was closed it was like your feet moved on their own. You had a constant gnawing in your head to seek him out, to go to him again. You wrapped your arms around his without thought before you realised. Before you could pull away though he brought you closer, lifting you into his arms, your feet leaving the ground. You closed your eyes nuzzling into him feeling that same safeness. He let you down slowly and hesitantly, you pulled back cheeks hot as you avoided his eyes.

“I guess I should thank you for the less cruel fate” you blurted instantly regretting it.

“I don’t know why I said that” you felt tears in your eyes as you cursed yourself.

“My minds messy” you admitted.

“I’ve- I craved you the whole time you were gone” you scoffed lightly thinking yourself stupid.

“I did too little cub” he said and you looked to him finally, a longing heavy in his eyes.

“I crave to spend more time with you, be by your side in time, always, if you’ll have me” he said pressing his fist to his chest bowing his head.

“Of course I’ll have you, I should’ve asked you that, I’m the one who punched you” you muttered the last part and he laughed the sound filling you with warmth.

“I’d want nothing else little cub” he smiled and you hesitantly leant up. He pressed his lips to yours softly and you felt your body excite once again.

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Hide and Seek and Training

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 9 | Prompt 9: Bees

Rated: T | Words: 2496 | Summary: Training with Omega goes awry when bees become involved. [Character Focus: Tech, Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, Echo]

“I love this game,” Wrecker whispers loudly to Omega, interrupting Hunter for the third time.

Tech adjusts his goggles irritably. “This isn’t a game, Wrecker. This is training.”

“If it’s training, then why is it fun?”

“I think all training is fun!” Omega pipes up happily.

Hunter sighs. “Can we just get through the instructions before we decide what’s fun and what’s not? Please?”

Echo chuckles from his perch on the Marauder’s ramp. “Kids, listen to your dad!” he calls out.

“Maker help me,” Hunter mutters. He takes a breath and starts again. “Alright. Omega, Wrecker, and Tech…you three, separately, are going to find places in the woods to lay low. Make sure to cover your tracks. After ten minutes, we’re going to see how long it takes me to find you.”

“And the last one found, wins!” Wrecker practically shouts.

Another sigh. “Sure,” Hunter agrees reluctantly.

“This sounds a lot like hide and seek,” Omega comments, smiling brightly up at Wrecker.

“The strategies are similar,” Tech admits, “however, this is a survival simulation.”

Wrecker laughs. “Can we start, Sarge?”

“Get out of here,” Hunter says, waving them off with a grin.

Wrecker and Omega are off like blaster shots, tearing into the forest like their very lives depend on it. Hunter can hear them crashing through the undergrowth even after they’ve disappeared from sight. At this rate, he won’t have to use his enhancements at all to pick up their trail.

Tech takes a much more tactical approach, starting the timer on his chrono and heading out in the opposite direction of his far more enthusiastic siblings. He is absolutely going to give Hunter a run for his credits.

Hunter ambles over to Echo and sits down next to his cyborg brother, glancing at his own chrono to keep track of the time.

“Who are you going after first?” Echo asks.

Hunter chuckles. “How upset do you think Tech would be if I made him lose to Wrecker?”

“You’d better start sleeping with one eye open if you go that route,” Echo muses.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll just play it by ear and see what happens,” Hunter decides, leaning back on his elbows, ready to enjoy the peace and quiet these ten minutes will indulge him.

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Omega stops suddenly, turning to look back at where she came from. She can’t see the Marauder through the trees anymore. Perfect. Glancing around, she kneels and touches the cool, damp earth with her fingertips. Hunter will be able to track her to this point easily. Just as she planned. It will make it much more fun when she disappears like a ghost.

With little effort, Omega clambers up the nearest tree, the toes of her boots finding quick purchase in the gnarled bark, and her fingers easily curling around protruding knots. She makes it to the first branch in seconds, and straddles it for a moment to plan her next move. The neighboring tree has a branch nearly touching hers, so she stands and edges her way toward it. A small jump later, and she claims the adjacent tree.

A few minutes lates, Omega is more than half a dozen trees away from where she started. Hunter will begin his search soon. She might have the advantage of him going after her more experienced brothers first; however, she can also imagine him coming after her first, if only to make sure she is safe. Therefore, she needs to get herself out of sight as quickly as possible, just in case.

Omega begins to climb higher, where the leaves and branches become denser. She smiles to herself, wondering if Hunter will be surprised at how well she has done. Her training is finally paying off.

She is so distracted by her joyous thoughts that she doesn’t notice the humm of agitated buzzing just to her left as she settles comfortably onto a thick branch, peering down through the soft leaves.

After a few minutes of quiet, Omega feels the sensation of legs on the back of her neck. She stiffens, resisting the urgent impulse to reach up and slap away the unknown creature. If she threatens it, whatever it is might sting or bite. She prays it has wings and will just fly away on its own. Then the sensation tickles down to the collar of her shirt.

No, no, no, Omega thinks desperately, not down my shirt!

She catches movement on her arm out the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she sees an insect, brightly colored, winged, and armed with a stinger. Omega releases a shuddering breath when she sees another join its friend on her sleeved arm, and another flying lazily past her face.

She notices the buzzing now.

Slowly, Omega looks back at where the branch she sits on meets the tree. Tucked into the crook, a muddy looking structure is swarming with the colorful insects. Bees, Omega’s memory supplies frantically.

She needs to get down from here.

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Tech has found the perfect hiding place when his comm pings. Internalizing a sigh of frustration, he glances down at the source code. Crosshair’s old source code…Omega’s current source code. He answers immediately. “Omega?”

“Tech,” Omega’s voice is strained and hushed. She sounds terrified. “I need help. I don’t know what to do!”

“Alright. First, we must remain calm. Tell me exactly what is wrong and where you are,” Tech says, keeping his own voice temperate. He pulls out his data pad and begins the trace on Omega’s beacon.

Omega’s voice quakes, and Tech thinks she might be crying. “I’m–in a tree…and there’s bees? A lot of bees, and they are everywhere! They have stingers, and I’m afraid they’ll sting me if I move.”

Not an unreasonable fear to have under the circumstances. Tech climbs down from his hiding place and begins to follow the beacon at a brisk pace. He plans to briefly research the type of insects Omega has encountered during his trek. It might be vital to her safe extraction from the situation. “Can you describe what these ‘bees’ look like? Do you see their domicile?”

“Uhm,” Omega’s voice wobbles through distractedly, “Yeah. They’re colorful…red and blue and orange and yellow with black stripes. And they have a hive that looks like it’s made out of mud…maybe?”

Tech types in the brief description and pulls up an article on the species. Polychromatic Wasps. His eyes drift over the information briefly. “Alright, Miss Omega, I am enroute to your location now. It seems that this particular species of wasp - or bee - will not attack unless they feel threatened. My recommendation is that you remain perfectly stationary until I arrive.”

“I’m scared,” Omega admits weakly.

Tech hesitates. “I understand. We will have you out of this situation in short order, and you will be fine. I promise.”

“Okay,” Omega says. A slight strengthening in her tone suggests that she believes him.

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Hunter is surprised when he hears Tech’s familiar tread coming toward him, and is even more surprised at the speed at which his brother is moving. He comes into view a moment later, not even glancing up from his data pad as he approaches Hunter. “Omega is in distress. We must get to her location immediately.”

Tact and gentle verbal blows are not among Tech’s enhancements. Hunter’s heart rate accelerates to what feels like an inhuman speed. “What? Where is she?” he demands, falling into hurried step next to Tech.

“I’ve got her location locked,” Tech tells him. “She says that she came across a wasp nest when she climbed a tree. She is unharmed at present, just frightened.”

Hunter at first questions why Omega would comm Tech before any of her other brothers, especially brothers that might be closer to her aid. It dawns on him that Omega – always resourceful – would have called Tech first in order for him to provide her the information she would need until rescue came. She knows how to utilize her brothers’ strengths, and for that, he is incredibly proud of her.

“Here,” Tech says, stopping at the base of a tree. He looks up. “Omega?” he calls out.

A small voice calls back from the depths of the leaves and branches. “I’m here, Tech. They haven’t stung me.”

“Excellent!” Tech calls back. He starts to remove his pack.

“I can go,” Hunter says, already putting his hands to the trunk to find his first grips.

Tech shakes his head, dropping his pack to the ground and nudging Hunter aside. “I am far better suited to the task…and I’ll need you down here to catch her when I drop her down.”

“Wait, what?” Hunter asks in alarm, but Tech is already climbing.

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Omega almost bursts into tears of relief when Tech appears through the leaves and branches. But she holds them back with a painful swallow, keenly aware that she now has at least a dozen bees crawling over her person, with dozens more flying about, perturbed about their motionless intruder.

Tech climbs the rest of the way up onto the branch, bracing himself so that he is facing Omega. “I have a plan,” he says immediately.

Omega gives the tiniest nod. “Okay.”

“It seems that the wasps are becoming agitated, probably due to the presence of your scent in their territory,” Tech continues. “That is why we are going to remove you from the situation rather abruptly.”

“How?”

“I am going to drop you down from the tree, and Hunter is going to catch you. That is the fastest way.”

“Am I going to get stung?” Omega asks. “They’re all over me!”

Tech moves closer, slowly. “I can see that. Unfortunately, there is the possibility that any or all of us will be stung. While it is painful and not ideal, it is not deadly. Clones are not allergic to bee or wasp stings.”

Omega knows Tech means to be encouraging; however, just the idea of being stung renews her impulse to cry. She sniffs, willing herself to be brave. After all, she got herself into this mess, and her brothers are bravely getting her out, at the risk of being stung themselves.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Omega says, “Okay, tell me what I need to do.”

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Hunter hates that the canopy of leaves is shielding his siblings from view, although he can hear Omega and Tech talking in hushed tones — which means, he supposes, that they are okay for the moment. If she hadn’t happened to come across a wasp nest doing it, Hunter would be very impressed with Omega’s hiding place. Obviously, though, they still needed to work on her spatial awareness…

His comm crackles to life. “Hunter, I am going to be lowering Omega through the branches, and on the count of three, I will release her. Are you ready to catch her?”

Instead of speaking through his comm, Hunter calls up, “I’m ready!”

“I should note,” Tech adds, as an obvious afterthought, “there is a high likelihood that you and Omega will be stung. I was not able to get many off of her without angering the hive.”

Hunter grits his teeth. He would rather none of them got stung, especially Omega; however, a sting or two is better than the alternative. “Got it,” he calls up.

There is rustling, and then Omega’s boots appear, immediately followed by her legs, torso and head. She is dangling by her arms, both hands clinging tightly to Tech’s forearm. Hunter can see the multicolored wasps crawling against the muted fabric of her clothes. There must be about a dozen of the things. He hopes most of them fly away the moment she drops.

As if they’d be so lucky.

Hunter shifts his stance, readying himself.

Omega’s eyes meet his for a moment, and he sees the tears glistening on her eyelashes.

“We got this, Omega,” he says encouragingly, hoping his expression doesn’t appear as frantic as the blood pounding in his ears.

She nods and looks up again at Tech, who is still invisible to Hunter. “I’m ready.”

Tech says over comms, “One…two…three!”

Omega drops then. It is only a split second between watching her fall and catching her, but it stretches for hours, especially when Omega lets out a squeak of terror at the brief free fall. Hunter catches Omega under her arms and places her on the ground. Using his gloved hands, he swats away the wasps that cling to her. Most of them fly away, but a couple decide to fight back against the assault.

Hunter feels a couple of stings immediately on his exposed wrists, and one just under his right ear. He is more focused on Omega, who seems to have been stung on the back of her neck and hands.

Tech drops down from the tree a moment later. “I suggest we run,” he says as the sound of enraged wasps buzz louder.

Hunter scoops Omega up and runs.

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Tech hates being fussed over but Echo is relentless. So he tries to hold as still as possible as Echo analyzes each sting to be sure they are healing properly, and dabbing bacta ointment over the wounds.

“Are you about finished?” he asks with a hiss after Echo accidentally prods a wound a little too hard.

“You are making this harder than it needs to be,” Echo says without a hint of remorse as he pokes at the next sting.

Tech rolls his eyes, but allows Echo to finish his checks without further complaint. At long last, Echo leaves Tech alone to do as he pleases, which is to sit in his rack with his data pad and try not to irritate his minor injuries.

He isn’t left alone for long.

“Tech?”

Tech looks up to see Omega standing at the foot of his bunk.

“Are you doing alright, Omega?” he asks her, noticing the swollen welts on her hands and neck from her own stings. They don’t look red or irritated, which is excellent.

Omega nods, wincing slightly at the movement. “I’m okay. I just wanted to thank you…for helping me…and I’m sorry you got stung more than any of us.”

Tech smiles. “No thanks are necessary. I was more than happy to assist.”

Omega smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her usually bright eyes.

“Also, I meant to tell you,” Tech continues offhandedly, “that had the wasps not been involved, I am quite confident you would have won the training exercise.”

This catches Omega’s attention. She stands a little straighter. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Tech says. “I was hoping you might share with me your strategy. It could prove to be a valuable resource in the future.”

Omega looks absolutely delighted. “Sure! Are you going to write a report about it?”

“I’ve already started.”

At that, the little girl in their care practically radiates light as she rushes to his side to give him all the details.

END

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The Bad Batch Prompt Event

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Taking the Edge Off

Hunter x m!reader

NSFW

Prompt: A: "Go fuck yourself" B: "Fuck me yourself, you coward"

Warnings: kind of enemies to lovers? or maybe just enemy lovers?, mutual desire, Echo is a gossip, Hunter is pansexual, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom Reader, Sub Hunter, Oral (m (Hunter) receiving, face fucking, anal fingering, Hunter is thicc, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Orgasm, Mating Press, creampie (anal), aftercare, cuddling

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It wasn’t easy being a former GAR officer on the run from the Empire. You always found yourself in the sketchiest of places. Like now as you ducked into a quiet parlor called “Cid’s”.

There were only a handful of people here, which made sense for the middle of the afternoon. If your intel was correct, Cid would be able to book you transport off world. 

You stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. 

An Ithorian and Weequay were laughing as they watched a small girl play dejarek against an armored man. A few other men in similar armor were scattered around the room. 

One of them caught your eye, his eyes scanning up and down your body as though he was picking out every little detail about you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, attempting to break the eye contact you were unfortunate enough to catch. 

“Bandana, Goggles,” a trandoshan woman called from a door to the side. “Get over here. We need to talk.”

Cid, you thought as you watched the man who’d been staring you down move towards the office with the one who’d been playing dejarek. 

The girl he’d been playing against hopped down from the table and made her way over to the two other men and their animated conversation about something you couldn’t hear. The girl pulled on the pale man’s arm, whispering in his ear. As she pulled away, the man looked up at you, eyeing you suspiciously. 

He said something to the girl, who laughed and shrugged. 

You had moved to the bar and sat down by the time the two men came out of the transoshan’s office. She noticed you and walked to you behind the bar. 

“Something I can get for you?” she asked warily. 

“I hope so,” you muttered, glancing at the rest of the room over your shoulders. “I need passage. Heard you could arrange it.”

“Do I look like a damn travel agent?” she sneered. 

“I can pay,” you offered. 

She eyed you suspiciously. “You’ll pay and you’ll do something for me to pay the rest of it.”

“What do I have to do?”

—

This wasn’t what you had in mind; being stuck for four weeks on a cramped ship with the men and girl you’d seen in the parlor. 

The girl - Omega, she’d enthusiastically introduced herself as - was polite and very curious, but overall somewhat harmless. 

You’d figured the men were soldiers before Omega had introduced them, but when she said the group was comprised completely of clones you almost doubted her. You’d seen plenty of clones during the war, but never ones like these. 

It was the beginning of week two of the long journey across the galaxy when the group’s cyborg, Echo, cornered you in the cargo bay. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, blocking your path out of the cramped storage room. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, voice dripping with irritation. 

“Not me,” Echo replied. “At least not directly.”

You looked at him, thoroughly unamused. 

“Look, Hunter’s been a little… on edge lately,” he sighed. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you when-”

“The way he looks at me? Oh, please,” you scoffed. “He looks at me like I’m out to get him or something. ‘Course he’s on edge; he hates me and wants to drop me at the next refueling station.”

Echo took a deep breath. “I meant the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.”

The expression your face held must’ve been something, because Echo chuckled, leaning in closer to you, checking for Omega over his shoulders. 

“You didn’t hear this from me,” he said, his voice lowering significantly. “And I definitely didn’t overhear him talking to Tech, but he wants you.”

“What?” you sputtered. 

He shushed you. “He was talking to Tech because he knows Wreck’s got a big mouth and I like the drama too much. But you’re right; he does not like you, but he wants you so bad he said it hurts.”

You scowled at the floor, listening to all the details Echo spilled to you in almost exhaustive detail. 

“I didn’t think I would be his… type,” you mumbled. 

Echo chuckled. “I don’t think he actually has a type.”

You weren’t sure what to do with this information. He disliked you just about as much as you disliked him, but there was something… magnetic about the man. 

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about ripping that stupid bandana off his head and tying his arms back with it. 

You definitely did not imagine weaving your fingers through his hair and pulling hard. 

And under no circumstance did you find yourself curious about how far down his body that tattoo goes. 

Oh, you were fucked.

—

A few days later, you found yourself alone on the ship as the others went out on a supply run. Well, almost alone. 

Hunter had scowled at you when you offered to stay behind to keep any eye on the ship, saying that he’d stay, too. 

You ignored the wicked smirk and wink Echo had thrown your way before the ramp closed. 

“Don’t trust me, sergeant?” you’d asked, eyeing Hunter as he sat at one of the consoles. 

He scoffed. “Think you know the answer.”

“The rest of the squad seems to like me,” you smirked. “Maybe I’m just not your type.”

Hunter tensed in his seat. 

You hummed with satisfaction. “Loth-cat got your tongue, Hunter? Too bad, I thought I might find it to be useful.” 

His breathing became heavier. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

A sharp inhale. Yeah, you had him right where you wanted him. “Personally, I think you’d like to be useful to me, even if you don’t like me so much.”

“Damnit, Tech,” he breathed. 

“Oh, Tech didn’t tell me a thing,” you cooed, stepping behind him, your fingers ghosting across the back of his neck. “Maybe you’re just that obvious.”

Hunter made a low rumbling noise, almost like he was growling at you. 

“Pretty sure I know every little thing you want me to do to you,” you whispered, your lips nearly touching his ear. He shuddered. “And I think I could probably be convinced to help you out, if…”

He was gripping the arms of the chair hard. “If?”

You spun the chair to face you. His brown eyes were dark, gazing up at you defiantly. “If… you can show me what a good boy you can be for me.”

His eyes fell closed as another shiver ran down his spine. He nodded once. 

You smirked in your victory. “Color?”

“Green,” he breathed. 

“On your knees,” you ordered. He practically fell to the floor, eagerly awaiting your next command. “How obedient.”

You grabbed his face by the jaw, pulling him to crawl after you into the cockpit, locking the door behind you. You leaned against the door, undoing your pants to pull out your cock, already hard. 

Hunter gazed at your length, looking like he was going to start drooling. 

“C’mere,” you said, giving yourself a quick couple strokes. “Suck.”

Hunter took you into his mouth, eagerly taking as much of your erection as he could, his tongue running along the underside. 

You hummed with pleasure as you caught him gazing up at you through his lashes. 

“Still green?” you grunted. 

He pulled off of your cock with an obscene pop, his lips slick with his spit, replacing his lips with his hands. 

“Yes,” he nearly moaned, wrapping his lips around your tip again. 

“‘Yes’, what?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Mmm, good.” 

Your fingers carded through his long hair. Gripping his head, you thrust your hips towards him experimentally, relishing the way he moaned around your dick. 

“Fuck, you like that?” you teased.

“Mmm-hmmm,” he hummed on you. 

“Good,” you smirked, grabbing his head once again. You fucked into his mouth, loving the tears you see threatening to spill as you hit the back of his throat. 

After a few more strong thrusts, you pulled out, moving his head by the chin to admire the trails of drool leaking from his lips. 

“I’ll admit, you took that very well,” you praised. “Tell me, pretty boy; what do you need?”

Hunter let out a shaky sigh, mumbling something you couldn’t hear. 

Your hand wrapped around the front part of his throat, pulling a light gasp from him. “Speak up or you’ll get nothing from me.”

“S-said I want you t-to fuck me,” he stuttered. 

You released his neck. “That’s better. You have lube?” He nodded. “Bring it to me.”

Hunter got to his feet, rushing out of the room and coming back with a small bottle. 

“Good boy,” you said as you took the tube, smirking at the way he shuddered. “Undress completely, then I want you to kneel in that chair.”

He quickly did as he was told, and you had one of your questions answered; the tattoo did cover his entire left side. 

Hunter knelt in the seat of the copilot’s chair, using the back of it to support himself. You admired his form in this position, giving his ass a light smack. He moaned as it jiggled. You hadn’t guessed he’d have such a thick ass, but you weren’t complaining. 

“How long has it been?” you questioned, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it behind you. 

“M-months,” he admitted. “Please.”

You chuckled. “Oh don’t worry; I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Another shuddering moan as you opened the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your fingers. 

“Color?” you asked, brushing the lube against his asshole. 

“Green, it’s green,” he pleaded. “Maker, please.”

You didn’t respond, just pushed a finger into his waiting hole, his sigh of relief hitting your ears musically. 

Slowly, you pulled your finger almost the whole way out of him, then pushed it all the way back in. A low groan emanated from his throat. 

You pushed and pulled more, fucking him with your finger ever so slowly. 

“M-m-more, please,” he begged. 

You obliged, pushing another finger into him. His moans became a little louder, so after a few experimental thrusts you added a third. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck yes.”

You squirted more lube onto your fingers before pushing them back in, watching how his hole eagerly pulled you in. 

His moans and sighed echoed in your ears as you finger fucked him.

“S-sir,” he panted, turning his head to glance at you. 

“You ready?” you smirked.

“Yes,” he moaned as you thrust your hand roughly. 

“Good boy,” you said, slapping his ass again as you pulled your fingers out. 

You pulled your pants down, kicking them off in the direction of your shirt. Your cock was leaking a little precum, you so slathered it down your shaft along with the lube that still coated your fingers. You added a little more, stroking your cock to cover it. 

“Please,” Hunter begged. “Please, I want your cock.” 

“Patience, sarge,” you cooed, brushing the tip of your dick against his ready hole. 

He pushed his hips back, the end of your length slipping into him. 

“Color, good boy?”

“Fuck, it’s so green.”

You chuckled, pushing your hips forward, your hand guiding your cock into the tight sheath that was his ass. 

You both moaned as he easily took your length. You mumbled some praises, everything from how well he took you to how tight he was gripping. 

“Move, please,” he whimpered. 

You obliged, pulling your hips back and snapping them forward again. 

Hunter cried out, gripping the seat back. “Again, again, please.”

You did as he pleaded, pulling back and snapping forward a few more times. You then set a steadier pace, thrusting your hips against his, loving the way your balls slapped against his taint. 

One hand left his hip as you reached forward to grasp his hair. You pulled at the handful you got as you thrust even harder. 

“Ah!” he sobbed at the slight change in angle. His back arched beautifully as you pulled his hair. “Fuck yes, right there! Gonna make me cum!”

“Fuck yeah, cum for me,” you panted. 

Hunter’s volume increased as his rambling about how he was “so close” and how he was “gonna cum” devolved into loud wanton moans. 

He nearly screamed as he fell apart under you, hot white spurts of cum spilling over the seat. You stopped the pivoting of your hips to reach around and grab his cock, jerking it roughly as he cried. 

“Give me every last drop, Hunter,” you ordered over his moans and panting. “Give me all that cum.”

His body shook violently as his voice caught in his throat, his tip dribbling cum. 

“Fuck,” he repeated over and over between pants. 

“Oh don’t worry, baby,” you smiled. “I’m gonna keep doing that.”

You pulled out of him, and the whine he gave sent a shiver down your back. 

“Get on the floor,” you ordered. “On your back.”

He did as instructed, cum still dripping down his cock. 

“Good boy,” you muttered as you got to your knees, spreading his legs and pushing them up towards his torso. You wrapped your hand around his dick, gathering the little bits of cum there and slathering it on your cock. 

You pushed into him easily, and quickly set a brutal pace. 

You looked at Hunter, who was moaning so loudly, you were sure anyone within a mile radius of the ship could hear him. 

He looked back at you, his eyes blown wide with pleasure. 

You pressed his legs forward towards his torso, delighting in your discovery of how flexible he is. 

You could feel him purposefully squeezing you and between that and the downright filthy noises dripping from his lips you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Fuck,” you groaned. 

“Cum in me,” he begged. “Please, sir, I want your cum in my ass.”

“Fuck,” you repeated as his pleading for your release continued.

Light exploded behind your eyes and your hips stuttered as you pumped his ass full of your seed. 

The grip you had on the back of his thighs were sure to bruise and Hunter almost started to get hard again just thinking about seeing them afterwards. 

You pulled out of him with a groan, and watched your cum spill out of his ass. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you moaned as you sat back on your feet. Hunter wrapped his hands around the back of his knees, pulling them closer to his chest. 

“You were such a good boy for me,” you cooed, pressing a few light kisses to his jaw. 

“Th-thank you,” he shuddered, his eyes half-lidded. 

“Come on, Hunter,” you smiled. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into your bunk.”

You took him to the fresher, helping him clean up the cum dripping from his ass, before basically carrying him to his bunk. 

He pulled you into the bunk with him, and even though it was much too small for two fully grown men, you’d managed to find a position comfortable for both of you. 

You gently kissed the top of Hunter’s head and he sprawled across your chest, his ear pressed firmly against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. 

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Drowning in Stardust

🦌 RadioDustTober: Short Story Edition 🕷️

Day 13: Let’s Swing It!

Alternate Universe (pre-slash)

CWs: Alcohol and tobacco use, references to serial cannibalism/murder, ABO dynamics (background)

No one ever wanted to dance with the Radio Demon.

Word count: 1678

•••

Egyn’s Blue Notes called itself a jazz dive bar, but in reality, it was a dilapidated hole in the wall with a clear space it called a dance floor and a counter where an unenthusiastic imp stood, slinging alcohol to deeply inebriated patrons who definitely didn’t need the extra assistance. It was dark and smoky, usually far too warm, and almost always incredibly crowded at this time of night. The enthusiastic band played for hours on end, and the close quarters meant the music was usually so loud there was no chance of conversation.

Alastor made a point of coming to the bar at least once a month because, despite everything that made it what it was, he loved the atmosphere; maybe it was because it was dark and loud and crowded that he occasionally took the time to sit at a rickety table back in the corner and just exist.

Often, Alastor found himself watching the dancers with equal parts frustration and amusement. For many Sinners, swing dancing was long before their time, and for a fair number it was after, and watching both of these groups trying to grasp the intricacies of throwing each other around a packed dance floor while intoxicated was often nothing short of hilarious. The frustration came in because they were usually so bad at it and, well…

Alastor loved to dance, but no one ever wanted to dance with him.

That in itself wasn’t a huge surprise. Rosie would dance with him when the opportunity presented itself, of course, but that was quite different; she wasn’t afraid of him the way most of the Pride Ring was and, as a fellow Alpha, had little to worry about by way of his more esoteric proclivities. No, Alastor understood why no one wanted to get too close to a potent Alpha, the Sinner who was called the Omega Devourer as often as he was called the Radio Demon. When one had a reputation for ripping and tearing and consuming the flesh of conscious Omegas piece by bloody piece for nothing more than the crime of ‘being a horny Omega in his personal space’, one tended to be largely left alone by those who would be considered acceptable dance partners.

Even knowing that, it remained frustrating. Alastor loved to dance, but one couldn’t really swing without a partner, so the sidelines it would be.

It was an unusually cold night, Hell’s most recent Winter hitting the Ring hard with blizzards that could peel your skin off, when Alastor’s usual routine of sipping rye and smoking clove cigarettes while watching the dancers was disrupted. Typically, Alastor had a minimum of five feet of space between him and any other soul in any given direction, and after so many years, he had stopped paying quite as close attention as he usually would to his immediate surroundings. That was the only explanation for why the sound of the other chair at his table scraping across the floor made every part of him bristle in alarm.

His head swiveled to the side and he caught the scent of an unfamiliar Omega as a Sinner practically melted into the disrupted chair. He was clearly tall, even slumped over on folded arms the way he was, his body predominantly pure white that was only broken up by a series of pink markings. Bright magenta eyes, one against a deep black sclera, watched him with something between curiosity and boredom; it took Alastor a moment to realize the six markings under those eyes were actually six more, smaller eyes. Six arms were each independently occupying themselves: two folded on the table, one slung across the back of the chair, one draped across his lap and crossed legs, one holding a glass of some dark green concoction loosely by the rim, and one holding the stub of a well-smoked cigarette. His clothing was wholly inappropriate for the cold, and while Alastor knew little about the art of seduction, it wasn’t hard to surmise that this outfit was less about being sexy and more about being the only clothes the Sinner had. He looked exhausted, a bruise following the line of his cheekbone beneath his eye and a series of deep scratches disappearing beneath his clothing.

“…yes?” Alastor asked, one eyebrow raising. Now that his attention had sharpened, he was aware that people were watching them, likely waiting to see the inevitable bloodshed of someone like this six-armed stranger approaching the Devourer.

The Omega reached out to the middle of the table, grinding the barely-glowing embers of his spent cigarette into the glass that functioned as an ashtray. “Seen you here before,” he said in a surprisingly harsh, high tenor, heavily accented with something that reminded him of New York. “You never dance. You just sit here and drink and smoke. Seems borin’.”

Alastor felt himself smirk. “If it’s what I always do, whatever would give you the impression that I would find it full?”

“‘Cuz you’re always watchin’ the dance floor,” the Omega said.

“Is that so?” Alastor asked. The Omega nodded, lifting his glass. “You seem to believe your eyes see much.”

“My eyes are great, Smiles.” The Omega downed the rest of his drink and swallowed with a grimace, then shook his head roughly and set the glass down. “Wanna dance?”

Immediately, Alastor narrowed his eyes as his smile sharpened, searching for some sort of scheme or plot. “Do you even know who I am?”

“Nope.” The Omega reached out and actually plucked Alastor’s cigarette from his hand, raising it to take a drag himself before he spoke on a cloud of clove-scented smoke. “Don’t give a shit either. So you wanna dance or nah?”

Their eyes locked, staring each other down, and Alastor was struck by just how much challenge this Omega held in his eyes. There was no trace of subservience or fear, no indication of the desire to cower or flee… he didn’t even see or scent any hint of seduction, just a brazen challenge that seemed to be daring Alastor to attack.

Your blood would decorate this floor so very prettily, sha, he thought.

“I suppose we’ll see if you can keep up with me,” he said.

The crowd parted like a terrified Red Sea as the strange Omega showed zero hesitation in taking Alastor by the hand and pulling him onto the poor excuse for a dance floor. Even the band had gone silent, staring at them openly, until the Omega picked up an empty beer can from a nearby table and chucked it into the trumpet player’s forehead with alarming accuracy.

“Hey, chucklefucks, play some Duke Ellington before I fuckin’ shoot you.”

As the trumpeter whined and held his forehead, the bass player cackled and plucked one of her instrument’s deep, resonant strings. “Okay, Angel baby, it’s your funeral,” she said.

The music started up and Alastor immediately decided to put this overconfident Omega through his paces. He almost expected to dislocate the brat’s shoulder, but the stranger moved like water, twisting into a spin that brought him into Alastor’s hold. Then, they parted and they were off.

Though Alastor’s initial goal had been to make the Omega regret his decision, he quickly found himself recalling the steps of every single dance move he had ever learned, throwing the Omega around the dance floor only for him to match Alastor’s skill and energy every single time. He found himself astounded that this Sinner was somehow a starving streetwalker and not headlining a show at one of the more glamorous clubs in the richer parts of the Lust District, a feeling that only compounded with each bend and twist of his lithe and flexible form.

The song was over so quickly that Alastor was positive they must have cut it short, and both of them stilled, the Omega pressed to Alastor’s chest and Alastor’s hands on his waist. Both of them were breathing hard, and somehow, the Omega didn’t seem at all put off by Alastor’s legendarily foul breath.

“Good enough for you?” the Omega asked.

“Passable,” Alastor answered.

“Yeah, yeah,” the Omega laughed as he raised the clove cigarette that he had somehow kept between his fingers that whole time, taking another drag. He then moved it to Alastor’s mouth, and the Radio Demon caught a glimpse of the lipstick around the tip before the Omega slid it between his lips. “See you around, Smiles.”

As they parted and the Omega stepped out the door and into the cold, Alastor realized just how cold it was in the club. He hadn’t noticed as much earlier, and the dance should have warmed him up. Perhaps it had simply grown colder in the past few minutes.

He never saw the Omega in the club again.

Alastor was certain he would forget him the next day, or the next week, or the next month. Somehow, though, even after an entire year had passed, he would sometimes find his mind wandering back to that encounter that couldn’t have been longer than fifteen minutes… an encounter with an Omega whose name he didn’t even know. It was, in fact, almost a year later when he saw the first billboard.

Set high up in the Greed District, the billboard had the usual sleek style that everything VoxTek put out held. That was almost enough to turn Alastor away immediately, if not for the subject: all white and pink, six arms poised in what must have been an enticing pose, body draped in pink and white satin and eyes that somehow bored into Alastor’s without knowing he was there.

It was an announcement, it appeared; Vox’s little pet, Valentino, had acquired an Omega and was going to make him a porn star… an Omega by the name of Angel Dust.

For the first time in his existence, Alastor felt a new emotion that he had never even considered feeling before: hot, boiling, searing jealousy.

Perhaps it was time for him to see how his old pal’s business ventures were holding up.

•••

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NARUTO OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha!naruto x omega!reader (f)

— how does he act around his omega s/o ?

MY MASTERLIST: ☆

this is my first time writing for anything other than tokyo rev. I've just entered another naruto brainrot and was baffled by the lack of naruto omegaverse content on tumblr, so I decided to diversify my blog and write for naruto too!

I'll post a headcanon about being team 7's omega later in the evening!

ALPHA!NARUTO

naruto truly is an energetic person, the reason why he approached you in the first place is because of your empathy for others.

you know him since childhood, while his personality and his curse might have driven others away, you never treated him differently.

you were kind and thoughtful, but you still stood your ground and never hesitated to speak up for others.

naruto was always by your side. he was a noisy kid and whenever you voiced something, he often felt the urge to say it even louder to make sure people heard you or to back you up. you did feel a bit embarrassed sometimes, but his clumsy actions were endearing in their own way.

you noticed how he always seemed to protect you without never overstepping your boundaries. he wanted you to know he would always defend you, but never overwhelm you with his presence.

he would always challenge the other kids whenever he saw them as threats, possibly taking your eyes away from him.

always your #1 defender, never letting any other kids treat you badly, especially since you hung out with him. he wasn't afraid to get mad and pick a fight if he considered that your pride or integrity was involved.

growing up, he still didn't stop following you like your shadow.. the only difference was the way he carried himself, he seemed so much more reliable you found yourself falling for him.

COURTING

his actions towards you were no longer clumsy attempts to impress you, instead, he started an enthusiastic pursuit, his determination was impressive and you knew he meant every words he ever said to you.

as mindless and forgetful as he might look, naruto is one to spoil you with thoughtful gestures.

during the courting process, he would gift you handwritten notes, try his best to carve a wooden necklace with your initials behind it.

his gifts are surprisingly delicate and he's paying extremely attention to your interests.

naruto is always so supportive of you, cheering you on, congratulating you for any reasons and ready to help you for anything as well.

he's so reassuring, affirming that everything will be fine whenever you're doubting.

if you're in trouble for example, he'll simply tell you to go rest. he'll take care of the rest, you don't have to worry about anything! he'll throw you a big smile and come back with his same happy face, and your problems are all gone in a minute!

even as a teenager, naruto still is pretty jealous, not in a possessive way, but he will get upset when other alphas are looking your way. once again, he will not hesitate to challenge anyone if it means keeping you for himself. yes, he will be the main reason why you don't have any alphas asking you out anymore.

naruto wants to seduce you by showing you how strong and reliable he is, always bragging about his strength and how his training will turn him into one of the best shinobi to ever exist.

he tells you about his ability to protect you, and that he'll never stop working out nor neglect his training. you can rest assured that you'll always be safe by his side!

he is protective of you, that's a fact, although it's not as intense as some other alphas. he trusts you and values your independence, he doesn't want to become a burden or a nuisance to your happiness.

that's why he learnt to take it easy and let you live a normal life most omegas don't even have access to.

but don't worry, naruto isn't scared to step in, in order to shield you from whatever he considers compromising to your safety. he wants you to be 100% comfortable, doing everything in his power to keep you away from harm.

you're his priority and he will offer you his unwavering support in times of distress and doubt.

even during the courting process, you both are comfortable enough to let him spread his scent around you. he'll shower you with his pheromones to calm you down and talk to you in a reassuring manner, so foreign to the naruto people usually have in mind.

RELATIONSHIP

once you get together, he's attached to you, more than before if that was even possible.

he's dragging you to surprise dates, gifting you everything that reminded him of you and kissing your forehead every chance he gets.

his nose is always buried in your neck : he's whipped for you and your sweet scent, and he's shameless about it too.

he takes deep breaths with his face pressed against your scent gland and doesn't stop until you push him away. once you look at him, he has the most satisfied grin ever and profusely kisses your whole face with love struck eyes.

he's crazy about pda and isn't embarrassed at all to initiate it, even in public. you're his omega, why would he restrain himself from showing you his love?

he is so proud to be your partner, everyone knows about it the second you start dating.

you're the prettiest omega he ever laid his eyes on and naruto knows how lucky he is that you have chosen him out of everyone.

that's why he's so desperate to show you that he's the right one for you, that he's trustworthy and that you can lean on him.

oh yes please, he's so devoted to you he'll do anything! especially during your most vulnerable moments, when he thinks he's blessed that you chose to trust him near you when you're in this state.

ask him to bring you this type of snacks and he's running outside to get it! ask him to give you more blankets or soft items for your nest and he'll go straight to your favourite shop to buy them.

he's delighted the first time you ask him to scent one of your clothe. sure, he had gifted you a couple of his shirts when you weren't dating, when he was still courting you, but it was always coming from him, and he didn't really know whether you accepted them or just politely threw them away without him knowing.

to have his beautiful omega, directly ask him to be scented by him is a dream come true and you swear he has heart eyes when he eagerly starts scenting all of your wardrobe.

being in your nest, cuddling with you is quality time he'll never neglect or refuse. he loves it so much! everything smells like the both of you, an intoxicating mix of your flowery scent and his own, which makes him soo dizzy.

he's even happier when you start cooking for him, always packing his lunch before a mission or any normal training.

food is one of the things he loves the most, and to have it prepared by his precious omega is such a blessing. you're the best cook and your food is so delicious he can't get enough!

but you're not the only one who can make him giddy, naruto has his ways when he wants to make you flustered.

he actually doesn't do it on purpose, but when he suddenly acts all serious and talks to you with his reassuring and soft voice, looking at you like you're the most beautiful and delicate thing he's ever seen, you can't help the blush from making its way to your cheeks, nor the rapid heartbeats his manly scent sparks.

he smells it in your scent, it's subtle but he's able to decipher such change in you. when you get shy or a bit more submissive than usual, you scent also gets sweeter and softer. it drives him crazy and he has to dig his nose closer.

he teases you a bit about it, but he doesn't want to ruin the romantic mood so he tones it down for now.

his omega needs his love and attention, and he'll give it to her!

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Day 7: Suffering in Silence / Chronic Illness

@febuwhump prompt: Suffering in Silence @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Chronic Illness

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Wrecker, Omega, Echo This story is inspired by this post by @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius. This was one of the first Bad Batch posts I ever saw on Tumblr, back before it was my fandom, back when it was my mutual's fandom and kept cluttering my dash and I was wondering what it was all about. The consideration of the downsides of the Batch's mutations is what what got me interested in the characters and really stuck with me. Anyway this fic imagines Wrecker as a chronic pain sufferer. Enjoy. Word Count: ~640 Click here to read on AO3

Synopsis: Omega wants to play, but all Wrecker wants is rest.

It was one of those days when everything hurt. Hurt if he moved. Hurt if he didn’t. Hurt if he curled up, or stretched out, hurt if he was touched, hurt if he wasn’t. Hurt despite cold or heat or massage and hurt despite the painkillers Tech had passed him without comment.

It felt so futile. He knew his body was strong. The strongest of them all. Knew as well there was nothing wrong with his joints. That had been closely monitored. No, nothing physically wrong. Just agonising pain that danced through his senses, radiating out from each joint and leaving his muscles feeling like lead.

He could still do his job. Could push through, clear his mind, remind himself there wasn’t actually any damage to his body, that he could push past this imagined discomfort and come through for his brothers when they needed him.

But today there was no mission. Today was downtime, stuck on the Marauder, and that almost made it harder. Nothing else to focus on. Nothing to take his mind off the all-consuming, ever-present pain.

He lay in his rack, wincing with every small shift of position. Nothing to do but watch a holo on the small data-pad screen and pretend he was paying attention to the story, not to each niggling ache in his body.

“Hey Wrecker-”

Those were Omega’s chirpy tones,

“Want a game of dejarik?”

Wrecker dragged his thoughts away from his own misery to look at the blonde clone girl, bobbing on her toes beside his bunk with a smile on her face.

He didn’t want a game. He wanted to be left alone.

With a groan he painted on a smile that he hoped she believed. “Sure kid. Gimme a minute and I’ll be there.”

Closing the holo and discarding the datapad, he took his time sitting up in the bunk. He swung his legs over the side, planting his feet on the floor. Rolled his neck and his shoulders to ease the imaginary stiffness that wasn’t stiffness at all, just pain, just a signal along his nerves with no origin that felt like it should be accompanied by stiffness, even though he had full range of movement.

Pushing to his feet, he couldn’t hide the pained expression that fleetingly crossed his face as his body protested the movement. But then, his body protested all the time. That was the problem.

He caught Echo’s sympathetic look from the bunk opposite. The disabled reg was reading, also on downtime. He was the one who was closest to understanding.

“Need anything, Wrecker?” offered Echo quietly.

Wrecker summoned his usual grin, throwing a thumbs-up at his team-mate. “Nah,” he said, in a much stronger voice than he was feeling. “I’m fine. Jus’ needed a minute, an’ now I’m all rested up. Ready for action!”

Echo gave him a knowing look, and Wrecker’s smile turned strained. It was easier to say everything was fine. No point complaining. It wouldn’t get him anywhere. There wasn’t anything the others could do to help.

“All set up, Wrecker!” chimed Omega’s enthusiastic voice.

“On my way!”

Wrecker held his arm out, and Echo tapped forearms. It hurt just a little, more than a gentle touch should. A gentle touch shouldn’t hurt at all. But it was nicer to feel connected by those touches than it was to avoid the pain, so he endured.

Seeing Omega’s delight as she beat him at the game – again – didn’t relieve the constant low-grade ache in his body. But it was a distraction. He could concentrate on her dazzling smile, and push away the uncertainty of his situation a while longer.

Omega didn’t know about the phantom pain. She didn’t need to. He was her brother, and he would ignore all the discomfort in the world if it meant seeing her smile.

[jessicas-pi]

okay nobody asked but I'm doing it anyway, more Medieval AU Incorrect Quotes

Rex: Ahsoka told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

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Ezra: What goes up but never comes down? Caleb: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

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Barriss: Stressed. Korkie: Depressed. Merrin: Possessed. Chopper: Obsessed. Caleb: Well-dressed. Cal: Impressed. Ahsoka: Chicken breast. Everyone: ...What? Ahsoka: I just wanted to join in.

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Ahsoka: We have a problem. Rex: No, YOU have a problem. I have a princess who keeps making them.

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Barriss: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Ahsoka: That's why I carry two swords.

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Omega: I love you both, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Cal: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Omega: Yes! Merrin: I am starting to feel sorry for you.

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Sabine: I think I might be in love with someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it. Ursa: Just rip the bandage off. Sabine: It’s Ezra. Ursa: Put the bandage back on.

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Ahsoka: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Ahsoka: Doesn't work when your bodyguard catches you sneaking out your window tho :/

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Ketsu: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

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Ahsoka: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Skira: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Adenn isn’t.

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Makheta: Rex is playing hard to get. Makheta: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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Barriss: This is a mistake Ahsoka, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Barriss: But not today Ahsoka, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

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Cal: Goodnight moon. Cal: Goodnight tree. Cal: Goodnight ghosts only I can see.

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Korkie: Can you please be serious, for five minutes? Ai-kel: My record is four but I think I can do it.

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Caleb: So how was your day, kids? Ezra: We almost got surprise adopted! Caleb: What? Sabine: We almost got kidnapped. Caleb: Oh, okay. Caleb: WAIT WHAT?!

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Ahsoka: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Rex: What hints have you given them? Ahsoka: Well, I think about him a lot. Ahsoka: And sometimes I even think about talking to him.

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Merrin: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'I have not decided yet' is typically a good response.

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Plo Koon: How many children do you have? Shaak Ti: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? Plo Koon: Fair question.

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*At 3AM* Makheta: Why do we have different blood groups? Ahsoka: So mosquitoes can enjoy different flavors.

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Caleb: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Zeb: You were flirting with Hera. Caleb: So what? She's my wife. Zeb: You asked her if she was single. Caleb: Zeb: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

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Omega: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

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Ezra: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hera: Wasn't Sabine with you? Sabine: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Rex: Nothing in life is free. Makheta: Love is free. Korkie: Knowledge is free. Ahsoka: Friendship is free. Ai-kel: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. Everyone: ... Rex: That's illegal- Ahsoka: No, let him finish!

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Ai-kel: When I first met you, I did not like you. Lux: I'm aware of that. Ai-kel: But then you and I had some time together. Lux: Uh-huh? Ai-kel: It did not get better.

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Ahsoka: Am I in trouble? Rex: Take a guess. Ahsoka: No? Rex: Take another guess.