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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Meeting your alpha general

General Plot: You're given to a general to be his omega, only he's not the person you thought he was.

A/N: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for this right now. I've been trying to come up with new omegaverse ideas and... This is just a short little thing that I dreamed about last night and thought it was funny...not particularly sexy or anything, just some silly fluff..i'm not going to include the request i got for omegaverse stuff because i plan on writing something else for that request specifically btw.

Alpha General (Lucifer) x omega female reader

Word Count: 1.5k

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: kidnapping, sfw omegaverse fluff

You whimpered as the stiff military beta marched you into the room with a handful of other omegas. It wasn’t glamorous or exciting. You were terrified along with the others, as you were hustled through the military base dressed in plain gray sweatpants and a standard issue t-shirt.

You’d all been cleaned up a bit, showered and shaved in the right places and spritzed with some generic smelling scent that the alphas didn’t even like. It was a bored beta administrator's idea.

Your life had been a normal one, growing up with a happy middle class family, until your omega traits emerged. Then your father became obsessed with finding the right price for you. He squirreled you away like some precious gemstone for years hoping to make the highest profit.

He saw you as an investment that with the right management could bring him money for decades. In the end, the economy took a downturn, he lost his job, and your other siblings needed things. He finally sold you to the military wholesaler for a decent price, but probably not what you were worth. Watching them dragging you screaming away from your younger siblings he eyed the rest of them wondering if lightning would strike twice.

The alphas the government employed needed omegas and the general got the first pick. Your first look at him was what made you whimper. Even for an alpha he was big with even bigger teeth than most. He looked like some kind of horrific super soldier, scars littering his neck and face, his wide, square jaw set, and dressed in fatigues. Stone cold gray eyes danced over the gathered omegas.

“This it?” he grunted, seeming displeased.

The beta tried to form confident words, but they faltered.

“Sh-shall I get more, sir?” she asked.

He pushed some papers to the side on his desk and shook his head.

“Out!” he barked, making all of you jump and the beta hustled out of the room.

He pushed his heavy chair back with a scrape and stomped around his desk, before he took a pass in front of the line of you. Even as they passed over all of you his eyes never changed. He didn’t look interested, horny, amused…anything, just stone faced, taking you all in.

You were sure you did not want to be chosen. You knew it was your fate to be given to an alpha eventually, but maybe you were plain enough you’d get the smallest, gentlest one. Your hope died like a canary in your chest when his thick finger jabbed at you.

“You!” he snarled, “everyone else out!”

The other omegas all let out a relieved breath and scurried from the room, leaving you to tremble in front of the alpha as he looked down at you.

“Sit.” he growled, thumbing a chair in the corner of the room.

You hurried to sit in it and your new alpha returned to his desk, looking back at the papers in front of him. Sitting like that all day was the most frightening thing you’d ever experienced. Your eyes couldn’t stop tracing and retracing his massive body, a massive body that sometime soon would be on top of you.

You just knew it was going to hurt. He was going to rip you to pieces and then replace you with another. The thread of terror twisted tighter and tighter, watching him bark at his subordinates as they came in and out of the room.

Staring at the door longingly you pictured yourself running, trying to review the path you’d taken to get there in your head. You’d been too tired to really notice and after a few turns you couldn’t remember. It’d be pointless to run without knowing how to get out of the winding corridors of this secure facility.

At exactly 5 pm, his chair scraped the floor again and he started walking towards you. His heavy footsteps echoing in your head. He didn’t speak to you, just picked you up like you were a new pet and carried you through the base to his massive truck. Your heart thundered in your chest as he carried you in his lap while he left the base.

You didn’t know why but you assumed alphas lived on the base, but the general pulled into a pleasant gated community and stopped in front of a reasonable, for the neighborhood, sized house, opening the garage with a button.

Practically, panting with terror, he carried you into his home for the first time. It smelled just like him, so you knew it was his, and as you looked around your heart stopped. It didn’t make any sense. None. None at all. Was this a joke? A game? A trick? But how...

You wiggled to be put down, totally stunned. A little embarrassed he accommodated you, placing you down on his living room carpet.

You looked up at his hard, wide face, pushing your terror down as you asked him a question. You had to ask.

“This is all yours?” you questioned bluntly.

To your surprise his golden cheeks got darker and he scratched his neck, looking away.

“It’s just my collection…” he muttered, quietly.

His demeanor was entirely different. Instead of the terrifying super soldier you were imagining, he’d suddenly transformed into a shy, gentle giant.

You took a step into the room and hurried over to the couch, picking up a cushion and looking at it, then looking back at him.

“For real?!” you asked, shaking the pillow at him as an accusation, “this belongs to you?!”

He just looked away, even redder.

His entire living room, from floor to ceiling, even the rug were decorated with Animal Crossing merch. In your hand you were holding a plush leaf from the video game. In glass cases near the walls were vinyl toys of the characters, the walls were covered in framed Japanese promo posters, the floor even had a bell bag shaped rug.

“Why do you have this?!” you snapped.

He shrugged and looked anywhere but you, his hard, scarred face looking like you'd caught him engaging in some disgusting fetish.

“It’s my favorite game…I don’t have much to spend my money on so…” he mumbled.

You wandered over to one of the cases on the wall and grinned.

“You have Fawna!” you squealed, then looking at the others, “and Tom Nook! and …”

Your mouth dropped and your eyes got big.

“You have an entire Brewster coffee shop model!” you shrieked.

You’d never had the cash to buy all the silly Animal Crossing stuff you wanted to celebrate your favorite game. This was like heaven!

You turned and looked at him very seriously.

“Can I see your island?” you asked.

He shrugged and crossed the room to where his Switch was docked to the TV and flicked it on. You crawled up onto the couch with him as it started up and his island came into view.

“Oh my god!” you said, grinning, “I downloaded the same path tile set, but the fall version. I didn’t have time do redo it for spring since…”

You trailed off, remembering you were his omega captive. He frowned down at you.

“You lost your whole island?” he gasped.

You nodded, sadly. His face got hard and he growled.

“You think your family kept it?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“My siblings probably started playing some other game on the Switch,” you said, “it might still be saved.”

He frowned, reading the sadness in your eyes. Animal Crossing wasn’t a simple game that you could just play through and win. It took months of carefully saving your bells, hunting online for the best user made tilesets, and shrewdly trading furniture with your friends to achieve the proper seasonal look. If he’d lost his file…it would have been devastating.

Animal Crossing was the only thing that relaxed him from the difficult, military life he led. It was his lifeline, he couldn’t live without it. He’d waited on pins and needles until the latest release dropped and had personally used his connections to threaten Nintendo into continuing to produce new content for it. He was organizing a campaign as you sat there to pressure them into releasing a new version fixing some of his specific complaints about the gameplay.

“We can’t upload your save file to a new one if you don’t have that device!” he snarled, “we must retrieve it!”

Before you could say anything he was using his classified access to search for your family’s home address on his phone and pulled you into his arms to carry you back out to his truck. He made a couple of calls, barking orders and twenty minutes later you and an entire tactical team had descended on your family home.

You watched as they kicked down the door and fired smoke grenades through your windows before they dragged your father outside at gunpoint to sit on the lawn while they searched the home for your Switch. Waving at your siblings from the general’s lap, they all stared at you with big eyes.

“Got it!” someone finally called over the walkie talkie and like a unit, the armed soldiers marched out of your home in a line, bringing it over to you along with some other random Animal Crossing stuff you’d accumulated, a K.K. figurine, a Fawna plush, and a Brewster coin pouch.

“Check it!” the general barked, back to his old self and you hurriedly started it up to make sure your file was still there. Sighing in relief you found they’d just downloaded some new games, not bothering to delete the old data.

“It’s all here,” you said and he nodded curtly, signaling to the soldiers to wind it up.

You left your family staring at you on the lawn as he peeled out of your old driveway and made his way back to the more expensive part of town.

He hurried you inside and pulled a charger out for you so you could refill the battery.

“Can I visit your island?” he asked eagerly as he arranged you on the couch and you nodded, pausing for a second, remembering something.

“Yeah but…aren’t we supposed to be…”

He looked at you confused and you rolled your eyes, glancing down at his crotch.

“You know…” you mumbled.

He blushed and grinned, rubbing his neck.

“Yeah…I guess so…but…after I visit your island?” he asked.

You thought about it, nodding and he flashed you a winning smile, before arranging you on his lap and the controller for the device hooked up to the TV in his hand.

Was the general dying to fuck your pretty little body? Yes. Was he also dying to finally have someone to share his Animal Crossing fandom with? Probably even more so. An omega he could get anywhere...but you...Glancing over your shoulder at your island, he could tell you were just as dedicated as he was...you were perfect!

“I’ve got doubles of all the zodiac furniture, I can give you if you want,” he offered, "Name is Lucifer by the way, you can call me Luce...what's yours?"

"(Y/N)," you murmured looking for your island code to give him, and snuggled up, excited about the night ahead.

#omegaverse #just a funny little thing #alpha x reader #monster x reader #alpha #omega #female omege #female omega #monster fluff #omegaverse fluff #alpha fluff #fantasy fluff #urban fantasy fluff #fluff #x reader #alpha x omega #sfw fluff #sfw monster fluff

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thedarkonesposts · 9 months

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Obligatory omega Kylar posting…. We r also talking abt the other school love interests in abo terms cause… I neglect anyone who isn’t Kylar 😐

Kywar (omega)

Everyone can tell he’s an omega. He gets made fun of for it because of course the grimy weird kid also has to be an omega

Kylar might be an omega but he has the violent possessiveness of an alpha. He’s also mad delusional and thinks he’s secretly an alpha despite being quite breedable and tiny. Obviously he isn’t and instantly gets submissive the second an alpha is actually around.

He’s unintentionally slutty, he has no ability to control his impulses- which leads to being starry eyed and needy around every single alpha before he’s mated. He’s just a little desperate to have a mate honestly.

Cute, he’s cute.

Even more of a hopeless romantic than usual, someone needs to claim and knot him before he whimpers at the wrong person. He’s incredibly shy but his urge for romance weighs out enough that he’ll stalk alphas and stare up at them w his heavy breathing the second they’re close.

Obsessed w having pups. Does not shut up abt it, thinks he’d have the cutest babies despite hating how he looks.

Being forcefully claimed wouldn’t phase him, he’d be happy someone wants him that much tbh.

Biter. Like regular Kylar he shows love in weirdly violent ways- biting excessively is definitely one of them. Once he gets a mate it’s over, they’re going to be covered head to thigh in bite marks and hickeys so everyone knows.

Gets separation anxiety from his mate, even if it’s just for a few hours he can barely handle being away.

The master of nest making and nesting. Dude makes the coziest nests and has the best naps there. Shits built with care and love.

Runt

His omega scent works hard against his lack of showers. He smells cinnamony. Christmassy almost. Just a nice mix of spice.

Sydney (beta)

Alluring to literally anyone, alphas, betas, omegas. Everyone wants him and thinks he’s a gorgeous and perfect mate

People argue abt what he is. They think he’s too pretty and kind to be a beta or alpha but too headstrong and self assured to be an omega. He’s also strong enough people doubt it. They’d probably be shocked to find out he’s just a beta

Doesn’t understand alpha or omega instincts and has a giggle abt how desperate and crazy they seem,,,But still wants a mate and hopes being a beta won’t ruin his chances

Grew up with an omega best friend so he’s kind of picked up on cozy omega activities like nesting and scenting. He’d definitely do them with a partner whenever he got one.

Prefers omegas, despite his masochistic tendencies he doesn’t like how alphas act, it annoys him.

Literally so pretty.

Whitney (alpha)

Annoying about it, everyone knows he’s an alpha because he’s the most stereotypical asshole alpha possible.

Claims he doesn’t want a mate and doesn’t care about having one yet absolutely does.

Has tried forcefully mating several ppl just for it to reject and him to have a bitch fit over it

Would be weirdly possessive once mated, definitely also a biter. He wouldn’t let his mate go out without being bitten and scratched to hell.

Smells nice, pine maybe.

Doesn’t want pups even once mated

Robin (omega? Beta?)

Could either go omega or beta, he’d still be smaller and submissive regardless but I think he’d suit being a beta more. His submissiveness is more earned than being inherent.

He isn’t like… pathetically needy. He’s dependent and loves to cuddle but it isn’t excessive.

No matter what he is he’s getting bullied for being an omega so he might as well just be one.

Neutral on pups, he feels like he’s too young to worry about that stuff.

Bonus Eden (alpha obviously)

Did you guys know Eden and Kylar would be the perfect couple? Yeah I’m making a section for eden just to shove this down ur throats again :)!!!!

Undoubtedly an alpha, just look at him. He’s aggressive, primal, big. The mate literally any omega would want. (ESP Kylar, Kylar would be on his knees begging for a chance if they met)

Violently possessive but also very protective and loving as a mate.

Not above forcefully mating someone, and doing it over and over until it doesn’t reject

He wants pups. Badly. The satisfaction of breeding his mate would be the best feeling in the world. He’d also be more than happy to trap them at home to keep them safe during pregnancy. He’d do literally everything for them- but still ask to be bathed and fed if they could manage it.

Smells like a campfire, cozy.

If only there was some desperate, loyal, needy omega who also desperately wanted pups. That would be crazy. If only someone else could match the same level of possessiveness and delusion it takes to kidnap someone and forcefully mate them….

#yea I think Eden would kind of be like eek abt Kylar’s genetics bc he’s so runty #but he’d get over it cause Kylar is… breedable still. even a little cute #pls I want them to meet and destroy each other #they’re both so possessive and insane they’d be so happy to isolate each other and never see the outside world #anyways I also wanna see alpha whitney be all :/ no one wants me while saying he hates everyone #just for Kylar’s gross self to be like hiii I want you I want you I want you pls love me #just because Kylar is desiresble to me and Eden doesn’t mean shitney wants him tho #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #dol whitney #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity Sydney #dol sydney #dol kylar #tsefried rambles #omega shenanigans #robin the orphan #degrees of lewdity Robin #dol Robin #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity eden

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kenneth-omega · 2 years

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

**EDITED 31/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

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Warnings: swearing, lil’ mentions of smutty stuff, hint of crack ship kenny x eddie?

Word count: 3.4K

A/N: Seriously I’d like to think that the majority of the roster would fuck Kenny Omega, because how could you not? 😂 Also I know Adam Cole is currently off injured and most likely won’t return till All Out (maybe to start shit with the Elite) but let’s all just pretend that our BayBay is okay. Also soft!Ken w/glasses is making me so emotional.

For Reference:

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

Following Wednesday’s match, Kenny was better than ever. Sure, he was sore and suffering for it the next morning, but he wouldn’t once complain about it to anyone. Although people could see it on his face whenever he went to stand up or move everyone knew he’d never admit it if you asked him.

The next morning also bore a social media shitstorm following the episode that aired.

You woke up earlier than usual due to the incessant pinging of your phone, which was a result of your Twitter blowing up, something which didn’t happen to you often. Confused and still half asleep you manage to pull up the tweets of numerous wrestling fans tagging you in however many posts regarding you and Kenny last night. Some belonged to wrestling news companies a few of which you recognised, some were dirt sheet accounts and even some of the bigger journalists had also retweeted. Then there was the cringy, TMZ-style accounts that liked to use clickbait titles.

You read a few of the headlines, your nose scrunched up in disgust.

“ALPHA IN BED WITH THE CLEANER?!?”

“CORI AND KENNY, TAKING AEW AS THE NEW POWER COUPLE!”

The big kicker of it all was a photo of the two of you walking up the ramp together, Kenny’s face turned away and buried in your hair, which you clearly remember was the point where he’d reassured you that he was alright following the match.

Innocent enough, but from the photographer’s angle it looks as though Kenny is kissing you on the head. The perception is twisted enough that it looks like a caring embrace between you both, rather than the reality, the truth, of you acting as a human crutch for him. You groan inwardly and slam the phone down on the bed, already feeling a headache coming on from what the long day will bring.

At this point there’s no use trying to go back to sleep and so you drag your fed up, already-over-it ass out of bed and into the shower.

By the time you’ve showered and exited the bathroom the news has spread throughout the AEW roster, with some even going so far as to like or even retweet some of the posts.

Sure there are a few funny tweets, but the one which really caught your eye came from Britt Baker. She had retweeted the post about you and Kenny becoming AEW’s new power couple with some rolling eye emojis. You noticed that Adam Cole had also been tagged in this.

Fuck.

You knew that following the return of Kenny, Adam Cole was due to come sniffing around, ready to start a faction feud. You were also supposed to be going into your newest, long awaited feud with the one and only DMD. As you were pleasant with Britt for the most part offscreen, you knew that this tweet was merely a tactic to build up some hype.

An unknown number pops up at the top of your screen, attempting to call as you contemplate on whether having a mini meltdown would make you feel better.

Answering the call, you apprehensively wait for a voice at the other end.

“I guess you’ve seen Twitter?” Kenny’s smooth voice came through on the line, making you fumble and nearly drop the damn phone.

You laugh nervously, unsure what he’s doing calling you about it. He mustn't be happy if he’s managed to get your number just to speak to you about it this early. “I have, unfortunately.” You reply.

“Unfortunately? I think it’s great.” He chuckles, his humoured laugh seeming content and not at all disgusted. You’re surprised at his reaction, still unsure whether he’s joking.

“You do?”

“Look at it this way. I want more matches leading up to All Out so I can be on my top game for the event. My next one isn’t for another 2 weeks, which I can’t say I’m best pleased about. I suggest we have some fun with this and maybe we can...wrestle together?” He trails off at the end, almost seeming to lose his bottle as he proposes the crazy plan to you. Does he think you’ll say no?

You remain silent on your end, still processing the proposal and trying to think logistically about how this was going to work. You already knew that you and Britt would be going head to head at All Out, following the past few weeks of you wrestling Jamie Hayter and Britt often gate-crashing your interviews, so it made sense.

With a shaky laugh you agree to go along with it, still not able to believe that this was genuinely happening. Considering you’d only woken up half an hour ago you’d hate to entertain the idea that this was just some twisted dream you were going to wake up from.

Kenny’s excitement seems palpable through the phone.

“Great! Save my number, I’m going to call Tony and give him the run down of this new angle. Speak to you later, doll.” He ends the call before you have a chance to reply.

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Having gotten dressed, you venture downstairs to source food. You’ve grown a decent appetite after last night and having woken up earlier than usual this morning you’re practically drooling by the time the scent of hot food hits your nose. You hadn’t bothered to message anyone to see if they would join you, somehow feeling like the last thing you needed was to draw more attention to yourself.

That doesn’t stop people from approaching you however. As you line up to get your coffee, a dire need and the first thing you want to pass your lips, someone begins singing the playground song of “Kenny and Cori sitting in a tree-” behind you.

Although it doesn’t sound quite how you remember it as the lyrics finish off spelling “F-U-C-K-I-N-G”.

You turn on the spot to find Eddie giving you a devilish grin, holding his own coffee as he pokes fun at your expense.

“Ed?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yeah princess?” He replies, ruffling your hair affectionately with one of his big paw-like hands. Without further notice you stick your middle finger in his face. “Hey, watch yourself sweetheart, I’ll bite that off.” He jokes, giving you a nudge with his elbow.

Eddie was like a large, often angry, older brother to you. He was rough on the edges and soft on the inside, which you didn’t see come out often except for when the people nearest to him got hurt or upset. You now liked to compare him to the British chef Gordon Ramsay, much to his dislike, after having binge-watched a lot of Kitchen Nightmares.

“Give it a rest Ed, I woke up to my Twitter looking like a car crash. Did you know I’ve already had over ten DM’s just from this morning from various men and women claiming Kenny to be their husband? They’re threatening to come and lynch me at the next show for ‘stealing their man’. Like, what the fuck!” You sigh heavily, sipping your coffee as the two of you step aside to allow other people queuing to get their preferred hot drink.

“Omega’s a sought after man. I know people in the locker room that would go for a ride on that guy.” He mentions nonchalantly. His harmless comment sets you on edge at the thought. You shouldn’t have cared, since there wasn’t anything going on between you both.

And yet...It annoyed you.

“How pleasant.” You remark, unable to stop the tone from sounding bitter. Eddie wheezes with laughter, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in a comforting gesture.

“All I’m gonna say is if I was a dude who liked dudes...I would too.”

With that, Eddie leaves you to enjoy, or rather sulk, over your coffee alone.

As soon as you find a seat that’s out of the way, hugging the edge of the room so as not to be easily spotted, two chairs are being pulled up in front of you. Matt and Nick plop themselves down, arms folded and looking like a pair of Siamese cats, with grins a mile wide.

“Not now guys. It’s only 8:30!” You whine, rubbing your temples as the threat of a headache begins.

Matt begins first. “We’re not here to tease or poke fun, just to ask you honestly-”

You slam your hands down on the table, interrupting him, your patience having finally worn thin. “NO! Kenny and I have not fucked and we’re not secretly dating. We didn’t plan for this to happen but now it is happening and it’s going to be part of a storyline with Britt and Adam!” With an exhausted sigh you plant your head on the table in front of you with a dull thud, feeling frustrated and tense.

The Bucks don’t say anything more, seemingly embarrassed that they were the one’s to break you.

“Sorry Y/N.” Matt apologises, Nick nodding along. The two of them take one of your hands each, waiting for you to lift your head and look at them. They both wear sheepish smiles, hoping that you won’t remain too mad at them for long. It’s impossible to do so and you can’t help but match them with a smile of your own.

Your phone pings noisily beside you and you glance over the screen as it lights up. It’s Kenny.

K: Hey, you free? x

You curse yourself for getting a little giddy about the ‘x’ at the end. You send them platonically to Ethan all the time, so it’s not that big of a deal.

Removing your hands from Matt and Nick’s you pick the mobile up and chew on your bottom lip as you re-read his text, debating whether it was worth lying and making up some weak excuse. You decide against it, not wanting to be dishonest with him.

C: Hi! I’m not doing anything right now, what’s up? x

You’d thought long and hard about whether to put the ‘x’ back, but again had to argue with yourself that this meant nothing, it was just friendly intentions. Placing your phone back down you look back at the Jackson’s.

Matt nods in the direction of your phone. “What’s Kenny want?”

Rolling your eyes you turn the phone over so the screen is face down. “Stop reading my texts dude.”

Matt laughs, with Nick scoffing.

“You think we don’t know when you’re texting a guy you like? You do this weird face where you look like you’re trying to figure out a really hard puzzle.” Nick imitates the face, making you cringe inwardly.

“Do I?” You groan, hating how awful your poker face was. Matt snaps his fingers and points at you, whilst Nick slaps his brother’s arm, his eyebrows wiggling.

“So you admit it then? You do like him.”

This time it was your turn to scoff at them both, folding your arms across your chest defensively.

“I didn’t admit shit and you know it. Stop trying to put words in my mouth. I knew you were trying to sabotage me yesterday morning when you completely blindsided me and let me make a dick of myself in front of him!”

“Whatever, that’s by the by.” Nick waves it off like their confession was irrelevant to the conversation, “We know you’re crushing on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve idolised him for the past six years or anything.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you recall all the times you would ramble to the Bucks about their friend and how you admired him. You only ever meant as a wrestler and had never said anything to them about having feelings for him. Yet it was still that obvious?

You thought he was attractive and alright, sometimes on a night you wondered how he would feel between your legs rather than just your lonely hand. Occasionally you’d say his name when you finally hit that sensual high, but it had only ever been a whisper into a dark, empty room.

The lustful thoughts that cloud your head eventually clear when the sound of your phone pinging cuts through like a knife. Throwing the brothers a glare as they smirk at you, you pick the phone up and read the message.

K: Come to the gym and dress appropriate. Or dress inappropriate if you like. See you in 10 x

From the way your brain conjures up the dirtiest thoughts after reading that text you realise that you are well and truly doomed.

No good can come from this.

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As you head through the front doors of the nearby gym, the one that Kenny had text you the address for, you start to wonder if you should just bail and text him with some last minute reason.

Your conversation with the Bucks had left you unravelled, debating and arguing with yourself as you had hurriedly gotten change into some gym attire, telling yourself that this whole thing was a mistake.

Your Twitter was still a hot bed of activity, so much so that you’d decided to mute the app entirely, refusing to get any more invasive notifications come through.

Scanning the room you note that there’s not many people around, with one bored receptionist and a PT helping some guy on the far left. To the right was a full size ring, something which you hadn’t expected, predicting this to be a standard gym full of the usual equipment.

As you go to turn back, hoping to leave before you text Kenny to say you can’t make it, a voice calls out to you.

“There’s my beautiful partner.” Kenny announces rather proudly, sauntering over to you, his curls half-tied in a bun and wearing a black stretch shirt that hugs every inch of him. His words send butterflies scattering in your stomach.

“Partner?” You echo dumbly, your brain trying to play catch up.

Kenny’s eyes narrow slightly as he scrutinises your face. His cheerful demeanour is gone as he searches your eyes for answers to his unspoken questions. “Is something wrong?” He eventually queries aloud.

God, were you really that much of an open book?

Shaking your head you force a smile, deferring from his question as you ask one of your own.

“Why are we here?”

Kenny lights up with insurmountable giddiness, his serious attitude disappearing.

“To wrestle. I should’ve told you beforehand but when I spoke to Tony he was all for this...thing we’re doing.” When he pauses he gestures between the two of you, almost as though he wanted to say something else. “So he’s officially announced on Twitter that this Friday it’s gonna be me and you against Adam and Britt.”

You suddenly regretted muting your Twitter. At the same time, you knew that this announcement would’ve probably caused your phone to burst into flames from the sheer amount of notifications that were no doubt piling up whilst the two of you spoke.

“But that’s tomorrow!” You cry out, suddenly realising how little time there was to get ready.

“Which is why we need to get in there.” Kenny points to the ring you’d been eyeing up only moments ago.

The idea of bailing is no longer a notion in your head to consider. You’re in work mode now and the pressure of having to orchestrate a match for tomorrow evening is filling you with much needed energy. You can feel the itch to get in the ring swell inside of you.

The two of you enter the ring, ready to warm up. You unashamedly strip your hoodie off in front of him, a loose vest hidden underneath that mostly covers your sports bra. You’re not actively trying to flirt, but you can’t help but feel a little smug when his eyes do a double take and give you a once over from head to toe.

The two of you stretch in silence, helping to ease the muscles before what you were sure was going to be a strenuous day.

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The two of you broke up your session for some lunch, with your stomach crying out for the first thing you could manage to put in it. In your haste to meet up with Kenny you’d forgotten to get breakfast as planned and now you were paying dearly for it.

That’s not to say that you weren’t satisfied.

This morning had been effective, with you both bouncing ideas off each other. You had become so engrossed in getting this right that you’d barely registered all the times Kenny had come into contact with your body, which gave you a bit more hope that pulling off this ‘fake lovers’ angle wouldn’t be too excruciating for you.

You head down the road to a nearby pop up food shop, where you order a hot sandwich in a freshly cooked half baguette along with fries, with Kenny ordering the same, seemingly envious of your order.

Together you sit down in a booth by the window and you both demolish your meals in a matter of minutes, taking a rest afterwards as you sip your drinks. You take this moment to open Twitter. When you see Tony’s official announcement at the top of your timeline you can’t help let out a snort of laughter. Kenny looks up from his phone, curious and entertained by your uncouth outburst.

“The ‘It’ couple versus The Elite couple?” You laugh, showing him the tweet and match graphic below it. Kenny let’s out a chuckle as you hold the phone out for him.

“Shit, I haven’t got my glasses on. One sec.” He fumbles about in his hoodie pocket, pulling a neat little pair of reading glasses out and popping them on. You take a second to admire how normal he looks, in the nicest way possible.

He seems to be the most relaxed you’ve seen him yet, no worry lines creasing his forehead as he amusedly reads the tweet for himself. His glasses frame those startling cerulean eyes that you constantly find yourself staring at and you notice the little wrinkles at the corner that appear when he smiles.

“Well we are The Elite. You can’t knock him for trying.” Kenny replies, popping the glasses on top of his head now he’s finished with them. You find it a shame, loving how dorkier they make him than he already is.

“How come you don’t wear those often?” You ask.

He pulls a face at them. “I think they make me look weird...” He then corrects himself, “Well, weirder than I already am.”

“How are you weird? You’re Kenny Omega for crying out loud, you could tweet about the strangest, most obscure thing and I’d bet a hundred bucks that at least half your following would thirst post over how random you are.”

Your comment pulls a genuine, booming laugh from him, his cheeks tinged pink with faint embarrassment.

“I’ll take you on that bet.” He challenges you, pulling his phone out and typing something, his thumbs moving furiously over the keyboard. Once he’s finished you check your own mobile, refreshing your Twitter feed and nearly choking on your Sprite as you read his tweet. It’s a wild ride from start to finish.

Many people seem to share the same confusion, with Matt even going so far as to tag you and ask why you had left him unsupervised for this long. Nick tweets that Kenny needs to get help.

“How’d I do?” Kenny asks proudly.

Sure enough, when you scroll further through you see a worrying number of fans horny posting in his replies.

“Nailed it.” You sigh, digging around in your pockets for some cash. Kenny leans over and rests a hand on your arm.

“Don’t even think about giving me any cash.” He tells you sternly, asserting a dominant tone in his voice that makes your legs clench together.

“But you won the bet-”

“How about you agree to have dinner with me instead?” He offers, cutting you off before you can protest any further, something you certainly would have done had he let you.

Unable to refuse his earnest expression and the way the corner of his mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, you agree to dinner. It wasn’t an offer to a date, which is why you had no issue saying yes, knowing that there was no risk in going for a harmless meal.

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ivymarquis · 5 years

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Sample of what I’m working on

Posting this here for now as I’m deleting most of the beginning section in Rook’s POV, and the rest of it’s gonna get a massive tweak but if you like rough a/b/o aus, I got something for ya c: Warning: This is leaning closer to the non-con side of dub-con, so it’s getting the non-con tag and if you’re one of my mutuals/followers who doesn’t like that kind of thing, this probably ain’t gonna be for you. Violence and rough stuff ahead.

Rook had been in Hope County for 3 months before the Marshall showed up on their doorstep with a warrant for the leader of Eden's Gate. She hadn't had much exposure to the Project, sticking to traffic violations and answering the few (minor) calls around town.

It was a quiet life she was carving out for herself, but one she was happy with as an Omega with no Alpha to claim her.

So color the rookie shocked when she walked into the church expecting to do her job without any personal drama unfolding. She'd known the second she smelt the room that her mate was here; it had taken some subtle sniffing to suss out the alluring scent was originating from the tall red head standing steadfast behind her brother.

Fuck.

No one beyond him and her knew what was unfolding. His poker face didn't waver for an instance even as those blue eyes roamed her body questioningly. She certainly wasn't going to rock the boat with her superiors. In fact the revelation lit a fire under Rook's ass. There were stories of omegas being thrown into a heat cycle when meeting their destined mate- nature's way to assure the pair stuck close to each other. She felt fine, for now, but wanted the fuck out of the church.

The night ended in disaster anyway- for an entirely different reason then what she'd assumed with her revelation in the church.

For months she'd tried to bring down the cult, damaging their supplies and damaging outposts at every available turn. As soon as she'd realized the brothers and the sister respected each other's “territories” and didn't cross regions without invitation, she'd made a hell of a point to avoid the Whitetails like the plague.

Learning your mate was a herald to a doomsday cult had the junior deputy feeling like she was in The Twilight Zone. The more she learned about him the more she convinced herself staying away was the best course of action.

Jacob had known who (and more importantly what) she was the moment she'd entered the church and he'd been fixated on her ever since.

She frustrated, infuriated and enthralled him all at once.

There was a part of him that was downright wounded to be ignored by his mate during their first meeting. She should have pulled away from her group and approached him immediately.

It was her pride, he'd realize later, that kept her bunched in with the others sent to arrest his younger brother.

Her pride got her into quite a bit of shit as it turned out.

He'd naturally informed his family of this turn of events the next time they'd regrouped. The news was met with conflicting emotions- Joseph claimed it was a joyous occasion, that she'd been chosen to break the seal for a reason. John had seethed at the trouble she caused. Faith kept her mouth shut.

There was quite a bit about his pup he'd learn over the coming months. Everyone knew she was to be captured, not killed, and deposited on Jacob's doorstep once subdued.

His Rook didn't take kindly to being 'subdued'. She outsmarted every hunting party John sent her way and wasn't reactive to Faith's bliss like she should be. She stayed the hell out of the Whitetails and Jacob tried to not linger too much on that. Insecurity nagged at him at night, the knowledge she should have a mating mark on her neck by now and his child in her belly burning at him.

Every exploit of hers in John and Faith's regions only fueled his fixation-turning-obsession. His omega was no wilting flower, meeting opposition with barred teeth.

Clearly she was not going to come to him. His little mate would need to be captured, tamed and tempered.

The first whisper of her in the Whitetails has Jacob out of the Veteran's Center and hunting her down.

She was a crafty thing, hiding her scent from him and trying to lay low. He wondered if their meeting had induced a heat in her yet- there was no way to know, but if she hadn't yet she must be coming up on it soon.

If the rumors of what a little hellion she could be were to be believed, he'd need her heat cycle to settle her down and accept her place in the Project.

Three days into his hunt Jacob was keenly aware of two things; he was closing in on her and the hunt was bringing him into his rut.

The next day he stumbled across her by chance and she's off like a shot. Jacob was ready, prepared for the inevitable fight or flight he'd endure to claim his mate.

Granted, he assumed she'd fight but he didn't have her pinned yet.

The little witch was smart, trying to play her smaller size to her advantage and clamor her way through small spaces to lose Jacob. The temporary obstruction was just that- temporary. The Soldier was laser focused and putting all his energy into getting around or through every obstacle she presented him with.

His erection strained against his jeans, aroused by the chase and the promise of finally having her.

He almost didn't know what to do with himself when he caught her. A fork came unexpectedly in the road and Rook made the amateur mistake of hesitating. Jacob had seized the opportunity and tackled her to the dirt.

The pissy omega assuredly had not taken kindly to that, hissing and spitting at Jacob while he attempted to restrain her. His little omega was not the type to roll over and mewl demurely at the first alpha to pay heed to her- she'd made that clear blowing up his brother's silos despite the increasingly dramatic theatrics from John.

No, she was many things right now (livid, thrashing, cursing obscenities at him, snapping and snarling- the list went on) but demure sure as hell wasn't one of them.

Every move she made entranced him even when she was trying to pig root like a rank bronc to shake him. At the end of the day he was bigger and could simply wait her out by leaning his weight into her.

“Is all this fuss really worth it, pup?” he questioned her, face flush with excitement as he eyed her. “You know you don't want to fight me.” That seemed to be the wrong thing to say as she hissed louder and thrashed harder.

Wrestling with her had him leaking like an inexperienced teenager. He was certainly eager like one- the chance to prove himself to a mate had him wound tighter than anything. And to think there'd been a time in his life when he'd pondered if a mate would bore him, some feeble minded omega fainting at the slightest sight of confrontation.

He managed to wrestle her onto her back, wrangling both of her delicate wrists into one hand.

Fuck, he couldn't think with the erection between his legs. Everything in his system told him she was not his yet- he had to show her that he was worthy of her submission.

His body was nestled between her legs, groin pressed flush against her own.

“All of this running and fighting's gotta have you exhausted. Wouldn't you rather be home tucked away in your nest?”

The expression on her face was unreadable but her opinion on his question was readily apparent when one hand slipped from his hold and cracked him across the face.

God, he was in love.

Even as she hissed and spat what a bastard he was as he struggled to get her freed arm re-pinned, he laughed and shook off the sting from her blow.

He'd been borderline belligerent when John had swept into his room with a condescending eye regarding Jacob's lack of appropriate bedding. His baby brother was spoiled by his former life, or so the Soldier had been convinced before hand. Now? He still wasn't certain if the nest he'd made would entice his snooty little Omega but it was leaps and bounds better than the barebones bedding he'd had beforehand.

He might be able to get her to accept it. If he could get her to stop staring at his jugular with wide eyes and barred teeth.

The low, disgruntled yowling had started the second he'd pinned her and not stopped unless she was hissing at him- sounding every bit like a pissed off cat.

Jacob was no rookie to ruts, having enough control to evaluate the situation and try to coax his female to stay with him even as she resisted him tooth and nail. Grinding his erection against her clothed heat he let that low alpha rumble loose, deep from his throat and meant to coax irate omegas. Her sour expression softened for all of 5 nanoseconds, not so easily swayed.

#jacob x deputy #jacob seed x deputy #abo verse #alpha jacob #omega deputy #noncon cw

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girlbookwrm · 5 years

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i can’t believe i’m doing this

@jhscdood listen i got No Time to write the fics for this right now, but have some Fellowship of the Pod People (but not like that) Headcanons.

@ all of the rest of you, please for Eru’s sake help yourselves: literally nothing would make me happier than to have someone else write this shit so i could read it like the lazy asshole i am.

None of this will make a DAMN LICK OF SENSE if you aren’t familiar with the Not Your Mama’s ABO Clownfish AU that @silentwalrus1 created with @skellerbvvt and @galwednesday in the Magnificently Weird MCU Stucky Gem Scents & Sensibility

shit this got hella long don’t look at me but please all feel free to correct/expand/modify because I just whipped these off to decompress after a long day

The Númenóreans are responsible for all that “reef” “pod” and assorted “fishy” terminology, so while “pod” “reef” etc may be the accepted academic names, they’re often replaced with local variants and colloquialisms. The Númenóreans picked this linguistic quirk up from the sea-obsessed Noldor elves, so it’s sometimes used in Rivendell and Lothlorien too.

(The Sindar elves fucking hate that)

(Sindar use bee euphemisms instead. It’s all “hives” and “skeps” etc etc etc. Try to tell me Thranduil isn’t a Queen Bee. I FUCKIN DARE U. The wine is all honey mead. Hex honeycomb aesthetic for the win. Even the dungeons.)

(FYI Dwarves ALSO have a Hexagonal Aesthetic and that just Really Gets Thranduil’s Goat.)

everyone’s got their own local names for alphas and omegas too because seriously who fucking came up with that, i bet there’s a whole appendix at the end of the red book about terminology and shit

(Now I’m having meta thoughts about linguistics and there being a clownfish!Tolkien to go with the clownfish!Middle Earth. And now I’m thinking about the Inklings being a pod and if i follow THAT rabbit hole any further I’ll fu cki ng AS C E N DHJKfghjk.)

Anyway

Men smell gross. Everyone else is agreed upon this. Unflattering comparisons to badgers and weasels have been made.

This makes “MANFLESH” 12000% more hilarious ur welcome

it’s funny cuz Men are big into perfumes. Incense! Herb Sachets! Oils and tinctures! Have you ever seen a olde tyme perfumers’ box? That kinda shit. Everyone has their Signature Smell.

but elves especially are like you still smell like man stop trying to hide it.

The Dúnedain embrace The Musk. (some have fully weaponized it)

this is very important: Aragorn Smells Amazing. (to be clear, still very Man Smelling, but awesome. first time he goes all I AM UR KING everyone in the throne room goes a little glassy eyed.)

Minas Tirith, being old, is very Old Numenorean Oceanic Aesthetic. Give me all that white stone carved to look like coral and driftwood holy shit YES.

WHITE! TREE!! GARDEN!!!

ATHELAS!!!! SCENTED!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!! (pairs well with lemon and other citrus smells.)

veering away from Gondor now

The Rohirrim stick with horse metaphors because of course they fucking do. Also, since they’re more nomadic, the entire concept of a “reef” as in a physical structure is kind of ??????? to them. So. “Reefs” = “herds” and “pods” = “bands.”

Fresh Hay is considered to be Peak Homely Smell in Edoras. Tapestries! Only The Softest and Nicest and Most Beautifully Tooled leather! leather smells!

OH SHIT GIVE ME ALPHA-FOR-LIFE-EOWYN MEETING FOREVER!OMEGA FARAMIR *HEAVY BREATHING*

(oh shit while we’re in the neighborhood, Dúnedain Rangers tend to be solitary As, which spooks the natives like whoa, but the Ithilien Rangers are generally O, and their waterfall hideout is totes a big ole reef.)

hang on i forgot about elves

Listen, I’m not super into elves myself but I’m imagining that they are perpetually switching back and forth between A and O depending on the day — nay, the HOUR — and the extremes between A and O are much less extreme for them than other races.

Every other race finds this super weird and disturbing.

Legolas is like “hm this forest is making me feel very O.” And Aragorn and Gimli are just like ‘what’ and then suddenly Leggy smells very O too and Aragorn and Gimli are like ‘WHAT’

Feänor is the exception. He turned the dial all the way to A and broke the goddamn knob off.

Galadriel can go from Maximum Softe O to Roid Rage A in .0004 seconds. “iiiinstead of a dark lord yyYYOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEEEEEN!!!1!” and the Hobbits are literally bowled over.

Elves in general smell woody but also very ocean-y i think? Have you ever stood in a pine forest by the ocean, where you get those light, clean wood and cedar and pine smells all shot through with sea breeze? Like That.

But elves are more into visual/audio. Soft singing. Leaves moving in the breeze. The whisper of pages in a library.

and the light. Elves are lighting wizards, they are all about that gentle starglow.

(I’m also having thoughts about the Lothlorien Elves embracing that A-ish urge to be Up High. A holdover from Galadriel’s time with the feanoreans? I'm not as up on silm lore as I should be)

but let’s get back to my happy place:

THE MUTHAFUCKIN SHIIIIIIIIRE

Hobbits really embrace dat sweet sweet O lifestyle. good food and warm hearths. throw blankets and pillows. hugging and cuddle puddles and playing footsie. gardens. Gardens. G A R D E N S.

“Going A” is done as rarely as possible. the transition takes about a month and Hobbits who are “going A” tend to call in sick like it’s some unsightly thing.

Tooks have an unusually high rate of going A. Of course they do.

Bilbo has never gone A. Not! Once!

Neither has Frodo.

Sam did, after the breaking of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin did, in Fangorn, when they grew six inches. The three of them all stayed A after that, for the most part. YES EVEN SAMWISE. it was v scandalous.

Hobbit “reefs” are called “warrens” (unless ur rich, then they’re Smials and they’re Only For Family) and their “pods” are “nests.” “Nesting” is a whole Thing.

Hobbits! Smell! Like! Baked! Goods! Not sweet but like… warm. Humans sometimes turn their noses up and call it a “yeasty” or “beery” smell but it’s usually much more a rising-bread smell. Pipeweed smoke and sweet florals make a nice contrast to the perpetual bakery window smell.

Hobbits are very mouth/taste/chew oriented. Mouthfeel is a Big Deal. Recipe Books are Heirlooms. Courting is frequently Food/Drink Oriented.

Rosie Cotton brews the finest ale in all the land and she did that for the express purpose of seducing Samwise Gamgee

He Did Not Realize.

Courting that is not food/drink oriented is Flower/Plant oriented.

Sam Gamgee became the finest gardener in all the land in the desperate hope of wooing Mr. Frodo.

He Did Not Realize.

Everyone Else Realized. Merry and Pippin especially considered it Peak Comedy.

(they eventually worked it out.)

last but not least:

there’s just no way around it. Dwarves smell like dirt. nice dirt tho! Petrichor and stone with hints of copper and metals. Smoke smells. Rich spice smells. Eau de forge is considered a particularly desirable perfume. Dwarves don’t particularly notice smell though (for reasons that will become apparent) when it comes to Softe Things they’re much more about dem sweet sweet sparklies, and fur, and being super fucking tactile.

Dwarves are SUPER into haircare, like, every night the Company of Thorin makes a braid circle and exchanges hair beads.

(elves are also super into hair care. this too really Gets Tharanduil’s Goat)

Dwarf social structure is like… hobbits in reverse. They tend to default to A status, hence their general rowdiness but with strict codes of conduct to help manage conflict. They’re just these huge roving groups of A’s just rough-and-tumbling around their one O. dogpiles are peak pod bonding. aaaaand the alpha reek kind of tends to make them all a little noseblind.

Poor Bilbo.

Lucky, Lucky Bilbo.

But also poor, poor Bilbo.

Most dwarf Royals go O, but Thorin hadn’t been O since he was 24 and got chased out of Erebor by that pesky dragon.

Dwarf “reefs” and “pods” have their own terms in Khuzdul that do not translate well but have to do with crystal growth. Rough translations are “lattices” and “cells” (Hence the hexagon aesthetic)

Wizards Have No Designation. They Smell Like Gunpowder and Lightning. It Is Very Disturbing For Everyone Around Them.

Give me EveryoneLives!au Hobbit stuff. Bilbo trying to homely up the lonely mountain! Thorin going O and chilling the fuck out as a result!

Give me fellowship!pod!! Aragorn is the diplomat! Pippin is the wild child! Gimli is the Adventurer! Frodo is the peacekeeper! Boromir is the den mother!

How Much More Heartrending is the Breaking of the Fellowship if the fellowship was a pod????

and then you’ve got the fractured podlings: Merry and Pippin bonding hard with their new Rohan and Gondor stress-pods. Sam going A to protect Frodo from Gollum while Frodo tries to adopt this weird frog into their pod. The Three Hunters as Nick, Nora and Nelson (Gimli is Nick, Leggy is Nora, Aragorn is Nelson.)

Give me post-war Legolas and Aragorn and Gimli (and Arwen too) breaking cultural boundaries and proving that yes! Interracial Pods Can Work! these differences are cultural, and cultures can be melded! nothing wrong with this! if half-elves exist and can have kids of their own, then elves and men are not separate species, and I’d bet a significant limb that the same is true of all the other races so

GIVE IT TO ME

ok i gotta stop now.

...

yeah there’s probably a star trek one of these coming too

kill me

(And hey jhscdood I’m not saying you have to come back at me with more lotr clownfish or ocean’s 11/Star Wars/M*A*S*H/Leverage/West Wing/whatever clownfish But I would certainly consider it a Fair Exchange if you did. MORE INSTITUTIONALIZED SOFTISM. MAXIMUM SOFT FISH FRIENDS.)

#clownfish tag #seriously don't look at me this got Severely Out Of Hand.

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