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daddyplasmius · 7 months

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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

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fanfiction4thesoul · 4 years

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Take Care

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: ~4.4

Warnings: Smut (18+ only), fluff, knotting(? I feel like that should be warning)

Summary: Part II of my Alpha/Beta/Omega au. Roger and Reader finally make time to mark each other.

A/N: Hello again everyone! Sorry this took so long to come out. November is crunch month at uni so I’ve been extremely busy. After so many of you lovely people liked my first a/b/o fic, I decided to write a second part, sexy times included. I hope to God I don’t scare anyone away with the sex. I still don’t know how many of you actually know a/b/o au’s and who is just along for the ride. So, I hope you like it and thank you to anyone that likes/comments/reblogs. Honestly, I get a small dose of happiness anytime I get a notification!

Here’s a really rough background of a/b/o au’s and a link to Part I (though I think this can be read as a stand alone piece):

A/B/O Background

Part I

“You’re what?!” Freddie shouted.

Roger watched as he nearly spat out his drink across the table, unsure about his outburst. “I said, (Y/N) and I decided we should mark each other.”

“Oh, I know what you said, darling. I just couldn’t believe it. You’re really going to mark (Y/N)? And she’s going to mark you?”

Roger frowned over his beer. “Yeah. Why? Wha’s the problem?”

“I think Freddie is just a bit shocked is all, Rog.” Brian interjected before Freddie could answer, though he did roll his eyes.

“Of course I’m shocked! Marking is a high commitment. Are you sure you’re ready for it, darling?” Roger continued to frown, though his anger was spiking too. Was Freddie really going to sit there and lecture him on commitment?

“Fuck off, Fred. I know what I’m doing.”

“Rog―”

“No! You think this was just a whim?!” Roger slammed his beer on the table, “Everything that happened at the bar just made me realize how much I want her. It’s not just to keep her safe. I love her. I want to do this with her.” He ended much more quietly, locking eyes with Freddie who looked slightly admonished though there was still something hiding in his eyes.

John hummed next to him, drawing his attention. Deaky had been quiet since Roger made his announcement, though that was nothing unusual for him. “If this is what you and (Y/N) want, then I’m happy for you, Roger.”

Roger finally grinned, wrapping an arm around Deaky’s shoulder to pull him closer. The beta gave a soft smile as he blushed, but went with Roger’s movements. “See! Deaky understands! What’s so wrong with it?”

Freddie was picking at the label of his beer while Roger waited. “I want you to be happy too, Rog. And I don’t question your affection for (Y/N), darling, you know I don’t.” He looked up from his beer with pleading eyes. “I just want to make sure you’ve really thought about this before you do it.”

“I can see where Fred’s coming from,” Brian put in. “If you break up with (Y/N), it’s a hard time untangling yourself from your instincts until the marks fade and clear from your systems. Are you sure this is what you both want?” The beta’s voice was calm and reasonable, that normally either soothed Roger, or made him really mad.

This time, it made him pause.

Despite all the different scents from the bar, Roger could easily smell their sincerity. With only a slight mixture of apprehension from Freddie and Brian, and happiness from John, Roger knew they weren’t trying to pick a fight with him.

Roger sighed. “I’ve thought about it. Stayed awake nearly the whole night after I asked her thinking about it. (Y/N)―(Y/N)’s it for me guys. This is just another step towards that.” He looked at all of them in turn.

He wasn’t lying. When he held you that night, he was terrified. He didn’t want you to think he was asking only because of the alpha asshole. As he was going over the decision, replaying your reaction, you had shifted in your sleep. You mumbled his name while pulling yourself practically on top of him, snuggling into his chest. Looking at you, knowing that even subconsciously you were still thinking about him, wanting to be closer, Roger knew there was nothing to worry about.

After a moment's pause, John said, “Well that’s that,” and quickly redirected the conversation. Roger gave his shoulder a small squeeze of thanks before jumping into the distraction.

When John and Brian were ready to leave a few hours later, they asked if Freddie needed a lift. His gaze flicked over to Roger before turning back with a bright smile. “No, I think I’m going to have another drink. What do you think, Rog? How’s about one more?”

Though Brian raised an eyebrow, he took Freddie’s excuse (after John subtly elbowed him in the side) and they left together. Roger slid to the middle of the boothe and only had to wait a half a beat before Freddie slid to the center as well. Grabbing Freddie’s hand under the table, Roger linked their fingers together which earned him a small smile from Fred.

While Roger thought of Brian and Deaky as pack, there was something special about his relationship with Freddie. It was by no means romantic, but perhaps on another level of friendship. Freddie was Roger’s best friend, and he’d do anything to protect him.

“Alright… what’s really got you so upset over me and (Y/N)?” Roger knew his outburst earlier wasn’t out of total disbelief. There was something else there.

Freddie’s eyes danced around the room. “It’s not… I’m not upset. Or mad. Or anything unhappy about the situation.”

“But?”

“But as an omega, I worry.”

Now Roger was confused. “Worry? About what Fred? Are you worried I’m going to hurt (Y/N)?” Roger couldn’t help the hurt that tinged his voice.

“No! Not at all Roger!” Freddie finally turned to look at him.

“Then what is it?”

“You… you said you were going to mark each other. And you are going to have (Y/N)’s mark?” He sounded so apprehensive which only made Roger more confused.

“Well, yeah? (Y/N)’s my equal, and I know it’s still uncommon but… I don’t know. The thought of wearing her mark makes me really happy. Why? What’s wrong with that?” Roger questioned, still not seeing the point Freddie was trying to make.

“I’ve heard a lot of talk. About omegas marking alphas. And it’s… well it’s not great.” Freddie unlinked their hands and shifted back to look into Roger’s worried eyes. “Some alphas are picking fights with other alphas that have a mark. There’s also been some… traditional alphas discriminating against marked alphas. I think it’s fantastic that you want to do that with (Y/N). But there’s a lot linked to that mark, Rog. And I want you to know about what’s happening before you do anything. You’re an alpha living in an alpha’s world. If you can’t handle wearing an omegas mark, you’ll only end up hurting (Y/N), no matter how much you love her.”

Roger only needed a moment to digest Freddie’s words. After a pause, he let out a breath and smiled. Freddie gave him an incredulous look.

“You had me all worked up there, Fred.”

Freddie was angry, “Roger, I’m being serious. I have a lot of omega friends who had to go through letting a mark fade because their alphas couldn’t handle it!”

“No, Fred,” Roger said, waving his hands about, “I understand. Completely. But that doesn’t change a thing for me. So I get into more fights. So I might go home with a black eye or a broken nose. So an alpha might not let me into their store. So what? I won’t let those things stop me from being with (Y/N). No way in hell.” Roger said it with so much conviction, it blasted Freddie’s senses. “I appreciate you lookin’ out for me, though. (Y/N), too.”

Though Roger could tell he still looked slightly worried, he gave him a small smile, and grabbed his hand once more. “Darling, if your pretty face gets punched black and blue, (Y/N)’s not gonna want to kiss you anymore.”

Roger laughed, pulling Fred closer and letting the seriousness fade. “I’ll have to plan my outfits around the color of my face then, yeh?”

Marking didn’t have to occur during an omega’s heat like bonding marks did. However, the catch was that sometimes marking could be intense enough to trigger an omega’s heat. You and Roger didn’t want to chance your heat coming on in the midst of all their crazy. Roger worked it out with the boys when they could plan for a weekend off of playing any gigs. That way, Roger could take care of you if you heat came on.

Now, it was the day you planned for and you were a ball of nerves. Roger had left earlier in the morning to attend to his stall in Kensington Market with a promise that he would be home at a reasonable time. As soon as he left, you had no idea what to do with yourself. You thought you could take the day to yourself and relax, but you were far too jittery to do that. There were no errands to be run, no groceries to pick up; there was literally nothing to do. Roger made sure of that, again in case of your heat.

In fact, he prepared so well for the occasion, it felt almost too planned. Sex with Roger was always fantastic, but it was also sort of spontaneous. Planning it out made you feel so weird, almost like a strange business transaction. The more you thought on it, the more you fretted and the slower time seemed to pass. So your day ended up being filled with music you barely listened to, half a book you’d have to reread, and your distressing thoughts running through your head.

You groaned, face planting onto the sofa in despair when you realized you had been staring at a fuzzy TV screen for who knows how long. Maybe you should just flop on the floor and stare at the ceiling for the rest of the day.

“What are you doing, love?”

You yelped, pushing yourself up from the sofa. Roger stood at the head with an amused smile on his face, watching you. “Rog! You nearly scared me half to death!” Honestly, he about gave you a heart attack.

“(Y/N), you do realize how incredibly hard it is to sneak up on you? You can smell me. Besides, I thought you heard me come in.” He was grinning ear to ear, clearly entertained.

You huffed, rolling onto your feet. “I’m just so glad you’re finally home.” His eyes softened as he brings you to him.

He kissed your forehead. “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

“Hmm. More like, it’s boring without you here.” You wrapped your arms around him.

“Same difference, love.”

“Then, yes, I missed you.”

“Hmm.”

Roger held you for a moment, scenting into your neck. You took a deep breath, sighing at the combined smell he was creating of the two of you. His lips grazed the juncture of your neck, making you pause. He was mouthing right over where he would place his mark and it was beginning to send tingles down your spine. Trailing up your neck with his lips, he whispered in your ear, “I can’t wait to mark you up, love. Show the world that you’re mine.”

“Rog… please,” you sighed, closing your eyes.

“You’re asking so nicely, lovie,” he groaned, pulling away and making you whine at the loss. “But not yet.”

“What?” you opened your eyes, “Roger I thought―”

“No, no. We’re doing this tonight,” he reassured you, rubbing his hands across your back. “But I’ve got to take care of you first, yeah? In case you go into heat.”

You weren’t quite sure what he meant, but his smile was warm as he led you into the kitchen. He instructed you to sit down at the table and not to move.

You watched him putter about the kitchen, listening to him hum an unfamiliar tune all the while. He checked a few times to make sure you were still sitting where he asked, giving you a wide smile before turning his attention back to what he was cooking. You waited patiently, full of amusement at his little show. His smell radiated happiness and you felt yourself ease with his emotions. Finally, he set a plate of spaghetti down in front of you making you raise an eyebrow at him that he dutifully ignored.

“‘Ere ya go, love.” He sat next to you, thighs touching under the table.

“Thank you, Rog.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “Am I going to have to ask?”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, love,” he mumbled around a mouthful.

“Rog. We never eat pasta. And you rarely cook. So. Want to try again?”

He blushed slightly, looking down at his plate, only making you more curious. “I… well I read somewhere that eating a lot of carbs before a heat is really beneficial for an omega…” He trailed off a bit before turning to face you. “And, well, I know you know how to take care of yourself before a heat. But my instincts are telling me to show you how well I can take care of you… you know… as your alpha.”

“Roger.” You were touched. You put down your fork and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. “Rog, you already do so much for me. You’re a fantastic alpha. I’m so happy to call you mine.” He gave you a wide smile before bringing you in for a sweet kiss.

The rest of dinner passed uneventfully. You talked about the band a bit. Roger filled you in on an obnoxious customer he swindled at the stall, making you laugh when he did a horrendous impression of them.

“You didn’t do anything today? Anything at all?” He was cleaning up the last of the dishes, looking at you with a raised eyebrow as you leaned against the counter.

Thinking back on your unproductive day only made you scowl and blush. “I couldn’t concentrate on anything. So no.” You stared at the ground, a little embarrassed at your actions.

“Hey, none of that, love,” He lifted your chin with his hand, thumb brushing your cheek. “Fred yelled at me about a hundred times today. Said I was too distracted. And I was.”

“Really?” It made you feel better to think that Roger was feeling the same anxiety as you. He brought you into a hug and you nuzzled into his neck.

“Hmm. Course, love. You’re very distracting.” He let you scent him for a moment before ushering you both into the sitting room. You snuggled up on the sofa, leaning against Roger’s side as he chose a station to watch. “C’mon, love. You need to relax a little.” He squeezed your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

You weren’t quite sure how you thought it was going to be when Roger got home. It certainly wasn’t him cooking you dinner. And you didn’t think you’d end up on the sofa. Honestly, you were half thinking he’d come home and just ripe your clothes off and get right to it. Or that it would be awkward, like ‘are you ready to start’ kind of deal.

Regardless of how you thought it was going to happen, you were happy like this. It felt far more natural―far more you and Roger―than anything you thought up in your head. You ended up watching a bunch of reruns of Coronation Street, episodes you’ve seen plenty of times. But it didn’t really matter to you. Just being with Roger made anything worth doing.

When the station finally switched to a different program, and Roger still hadn’t initiated anything, you thought it was about time to put your plans for the night in motion. You had calmed down considerably and now it felt like any other time with Roger.

Roger was so sweet to calm you down with some normality. But now you were ready. And you wanted to let Roger know that.

You started moving your hand up and down his thigh from where it had been resting. An innocent gesture except you made sure to inch closer and closer to his groin but never touch.

You kept up your motions, pretending to watch TV until you felt him try to subtly shift under you. You made sure to keep out of reach and had to suppress a smile when you smelled his arousal start spreading through the air. When he shifted again and you cleanly avoided his growing bulge, he groaned.

“What’s the matter, Rog?” You turned towards him, attempting to be coy. But he was having none of it. He immediately grabbed your face and pulled you in for a hungry kiss. He swiped into your mouth and you let him devour you, moaning into the kiss.

You yelped as he suddenly hauled you across his lap so that you were straddling his thighs. Grabbing your hips, he ground you down against his erection causing him to whine into the kiss. You kept up the movements, sending pleasant sensations through you and drawing little noises from the both of you. Roger tugged on the end of your shirt and you pulled away just enough to pull it off with his quickly following.

“Christ, (Y/N)...” he breathed out, moving to mouth along your neck as his hands came up to play with your already bare breasts. He tweaked your nipples between his fingers making you mewl. “Tell me you’re ready. Tell me I can let go, honey.”

“Yes… yes, yes. Mark me, Roger.” You moaned, tilting your head to bare your neck in submission. Threading your fingers through his hair, you held him against you while he scented and kissed you sloppily.

Roger groaned again before bringing his hands under your ass and standing up with you in his arms. Quickly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, securing yourself to him. While he moves you towards the bedroom, you rubbed yourself on his bulge to get more friction, kissing up his neck all the while.

“Oh!” You gasped out.

Roger had pushed you roughly against the wall and gave you a desperate, hungry look.

“(Y/N),” he panted, “if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to take you against this wall. Comfort be damned.”

The thought no doubt turned you on, and you let him know by groaning at the idea. But there was no way you were letting him mark you against a wall. “Get me there fast and we won’t have a problem.”

He growled, wrenching you away from the wall and hurrying down the hall to your bedroom. Roger was quick to throw you on the bed, following your body up the mattress. Stopping at your breasts, he sucked one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud. You arched up into his touch, crying out.

“Rog, please,” you begged.

He chuckled a little as he pulled off your breast, moving up to kiss you. “I’ve got you, honey.” He reached down to help you tug off your pants, taking your panties down with them. When you moved to Roger’s pants, he groaned as his cock finally sprang free of its confines.

You took him in your hand, pumping up and down while he gently rutted into you. He tugged your hands away, bringing them up beside your head as he hovered over you. “I want you to mark me first. I’m gonna knot you so good, you won’t have the strength left to do anything.”

“Promise?” You gave him a smirk, even as you felt yourself clench.

“Cheeky little thing…” he laughed, moving to kiss you again. You sighed into his mouth as he slowly took you apart, taking his time to lick his way in and explore. His fingers found your core and trailed through your folds, gathering the wetness on his fingers. “You’re dripping, love,” he groaned against you.

“Roger, please…” you moaned. You needed more than what he was giving you, but you could barely form the words. It felt like you were a huge incoherent mess since the minute he touched you.

“You beg so prettily, love. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He moved his fingers away, but quickly replaced them with the head of his cock. He teased your entrance, giving you shallow thrusts that made you whine for more until finally, he sunk fully into you with one smooth motion.

“Oh, god!” you cried out.

“Shit, love. Always so tight.”

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size. It always took you a moment, no matter how much he prepared you. Once you rolled your hips, he took his cue to pull out, only to slam back in with enough force that you felt it in your throat. He started out measured and slow, but with powerful thrusts that had you seeing stars. You couldn’t help the noises you let out as Roger kept his even pace.

The entire anticipation of today had such a huge buildup that left you so on edge. And the thought of finally being marked only added to the pleasure. Before you knew it, your orgasm was fast approaching and Roger hadn’t even touched your clit. He was panting against your neck, whispering sweet nothings mixed with such filthy words that did nothing but turn you on even more.

“Rog… ‘m close… Oh!” Roger angled his thrusts, hitting the sweetest spot deep inside you.

“God, (Y/N)... I can feel how close you are… Go on. Come for me, love. Come on my cock.” Roger’s words washed over you. Even though they weren’t intoned with his alpha authority, your body couldn’t help but respond to his command.

You cried out arching your back as your high washed over you. Latching onto the juncture of Roger’s neck, you bit down hard and you both moaned at the sensation. Omega marks technically don’t do anything to a pairing besides just being there for show, but it still heightened the scent of Roger’s arousal.

“That’s it, love… so good to me… oh God, sweetheart.” He worked you through you orgasm, never faltering in his pace until you let go of his neck. His movements slowed to a stop and he moved back to look at you. “You okay, love?” He asked, worry painting his voice.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

His hand came up to move some stray hair from your face. “Good enough to keep going?”

You felt yourself clench at the thought despite the overstimulation and Roger groaned at the feeling, closing his eyes. “Told you to let go, didn’t I? We’re not stopping ‘til you mark me… alpha.”

His reaction was instantaneous.

He growled, eyes flashing, before pulling out of you and turning you over on your stomach. Dragging you up onto your hands and knees, he fell into place behind you. Slamming into you, you groaned at the sudden movement on your still sensitive insides. His hands kept your hips moving, bringing you back onto his length as he repeatedly pushed into you.

You were so overwhelmed by everything he was doing, all you could think was, Roger, Roger, alpha, Roger. The grip of his hands was bruising but it kept you grounded as your ground yourself back against him, searching for more.

Roger’s voice filled the air, loud over the sound of your lovemaking. “So good to me (Y/N)... the best… such a good omega… mine… gonna look so good with my mark…”

You whimpered when one of his hands found your clit and began rubbing it in little circles. The stimulation was almost too much, but you could still feel your arousal building back up.

Suddenly, Roger’s other hand left your hip to push your shoulders down to the mattress. With your head down and your ass up, your instincts told you that you were presenting for your alpha, and all rational thought flew out the window.

“Alpha!” you cried, letting your baser instincts take over.

“Fuck, (Y/N)...” Roger groaned. You felt the base of his cock start to swell, catching against your opening with each drag. Roger was still working you with his fingers when he lent over you, plastering his chest to your back. He supported himself on one hand, pressing your upper body into the mattress. “You ready, baby? Ready for my knot?”

You moaned into your arm. “Roger, alpha�� please, knot me.” You barely got the words out before Roger growled again, slamming all the way inside you, grinding down as his knot swelled. The flicks of his fingers were bringing you so close that when he finally bit your neck, you exploded.

White hot pleasure shot through you and all you felt was Roger, everywhere. His chest against your back, his fingers on your clit, the pressure of his teeth on your neck, and his knot pressing against you so deliciously, filling you with his cum. It felt like he was inside you, tearing you apart and remaking you.

“That’s it, honey… so perfect. You’re milking me so well… God, I love you so much.” Roger continued to praise you, working through your high. But this time, you felt his emotions as an undercurrent through your body. His own pleasure, the alpha pride, but also his love, spilling into you. You let out a choked sob at the emotions, unable to hold back. Roger repositioned you both on your sides so you were spooning on the bed. The jostling moved his knot, making you clench and causing Roger to groan as well.

Roger stroked your hair back, moving it out the way to nuzzle at the mark he made, soothing over it with his tongue. You sighed, closing your eyes as your heartbeat slowly started to calm down and your instincts started to fade from your mind. Contentment radiated off you, and you could feel it in Roger as well. His euphoria, not just from his climax but also from claiming you made your own heart clench as your emotions swirled back and forth between each other in a loop.

When his knot went down, he pulled out slowly, but you still winced at the ache it left behind. Roger quickly ran off and came back with a warm washcloth to tenderly clean your dripping entrance. He chucked it away when he finished, bringing you back into his arms to rest across his chest. You snuggled closer, closing your eyes again as he rubbed your back.

“Doesn’t look like we triggered your heat, love.” He whispered against your hair, brushing his lips against your head.

“Hmm. That’s okay… my next one’s supposed to be in a few weeks anyway.” you mumbled.

“Still have the whole weekend off, though.”

You smirked against his chest. “And whatever will we do?”

Amusement radiated back at you, “Oh, I can think of a few things, love.”

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Fanfiction Reader Tag

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Fanfiction Reader Tag!

1. When did you start reading Fanfic (How old you were or how long ago)?

When I was probably...11 ish? so like 13 years ago

2. Do you have an AO3 account?

Yeh (LadyWisteria)

3. Do you read WIP (work in progress)? Why or why not?

All the time. I’m not picky about this at all. I’m a simple person. I see fic I think I’ll like? I read. doesn’t matter if it’s finished or not. I’ll make up my own ending til it is lol. also authors need that encouragement. finishing stuff is hard

4. What time of day is your ‘fic reading time’?

Usually late at night (like 1 a.m. and later..much later) but sometimes I’ll waste an afternoon instead (2 p.m. ish til I either have to go to work or I finish the fic)

5. How much time do you spend reading fic per week?

Not remotely as much time as I used, that’s for sure. Anywhere from an hour (if I’m rereading That favorite fic) to 2-4 hours if my friend has sent me a longfic again.

6. Do you listen to podfic (fanfic recorded like an audiobook)?

I...didn’t even know this was a thing tbh, so no. Sounds very neat but also I don’t listen to audio books anymore bcus my attention span re: audio input has gotten so bad over the years I can’t focus for more than a few minutes.

7. What’s your favorite fic genre to read?

AUs AUs AUs. and fantasy. and fantasy AUs (although good long AU fics are harder to find). I am a very simple person. I see magic mentioned, I read. I also read a lot of romance fic (proving once again that fanfic writing is often better than mainstream original writing, bcus romance is one of my least favorite YA/movie genres). I don’t read as much of them but I also love mystery and paranormal fics

8. Are there any genres that you tend to avoid?

Super angsty no happy ending type stuff. “Major Character Death” is an automatic nope lmao (unless the summary looks reaallyyy interesting or it was recc’d to me). Tragedy is definitely Not my thing

9. What tag(s) do you track?

I don’t track any fic tags (I stopped tracking tags at all since Tumblr changed it from “keeping track of new posts in said tag” to “dropping random posts from that tag into the middle of your dash, and usually the same three”)

10. How do you find new fic?

Nowadays I mostly just read what friends send me or the new stuff a very few writers I follow post, but sometimes I also come across stuff through Twitter or Tumblr and curiosity wins out

11. How do you organize your fic bookmarks?

I..don’t? Is this a thing people do?? If I wanna reread something I either search through my bookmarks by title/author or just. filter by fandom.

12. Do you subscribe to authors or stories?

Yeh. I only keep up with a very select few of them though. altho part of that is due to several of them being people I followed on fanfic.net years and years ago and never unfollowed, even though our interests may no longer be the same. (the other part is me going “oh I’ll read that later” and then just. never doing it.)

13. What is your favorite fanfic trope?

fake dating and bed sharing are always good

everyone is gay. also Good

14. What kind of plot line are you always here for?

“everything’s the same but they’re soulmates” (oh my god they were soulmates)

mafia AU

MAGIC

I really like in-between scene fics too. the events and character interactions that happen off-screen. I like writing those

15. What can an author do to make you love them?

write about my faves frequently

cool AUs

write about minor characters

good sense of humor

16. What can an author do to make you avoid them?

not into mpreg fics

a/b/o fics make me super wary I usually pass on those, even if the summary looks mildly interesting. they’re rarely if ever done in a way that isn’t rapey and gross

don’t care for fics period that have rapey scenes but you’re supposed to find them romantic

adult/minor ships

characterization is a big deal to me so if I don’t like how they handle the characters, especially faves I probably won’t be back

17. What do kudos mean to you?

when I get one I have a few seconds of “oh someone kinda liked this thing I wrote” and then I carry on about my day >.>;;; (I do appreciate them tho)

18. What kind of commenter are you (No comment, short comment, keyboard smash)?

I don’t comment as often as I mean to or wish I did, but when I do they’re loong comments (I’ve passed the AO3 character limit at least once kshg)

I tend to quote favorite parts and then react to them, and I like to theorize and ask questions about character’s thoughts at a certain part or what author imagines happens before/after the fic

19. Have you ever stopped reading a fic? Why or why not?

Yes. Once because I stumbled into a very sexually explicit fic when that was. Not at all what I was expecting (I was also very young lol), I think there was a very few I quit because they were boring or very poorly written, but most often I “quit” a fic for the same reason I don’t do audio books anymore lmao: because my attention span is sht and my motivation and commitment are extremely fickle things. I either forget or just wander away for a bit and then forget. Often I mean to come back and finish it; it’s just a matter of how long it takes. (I also second hand embarrassed out of a fic so hardcore that it’s been a whole 9 months since I’ve touched it khdfgd)

20. Have you ever read a fic more than once? What is it about that fic that makes you want to read it again?

YES. This requires like a minimum 4 separate posts to really answer but:

Behind Bricks and The Penance of a Killer by Deathbelle

this person is my fricking favorite author ever and these are two of my fricking favorite fics ever, I must’ve reread Behind Bricks 6 or 8 times now and Penance is the BokuAka-centric companion piece to my favorite fic of all time that I always wanted

Mending Bonds and If the Heart Breaks, Does That Mean There’s No Home? by RussianSunflower3

Mending Bonds is soft found family fluff centering on a very minor fave of mine and If the Heart Breaks is very angsty found family fluff that also focuses on some minor characters and it always hurts my heart but the ending and the soft middle always heal it right back up (“[Hanamaki] has a heart big enough for everyone in the world, and then some.” ohhhh my godd)

Boiled Frogs by ReginaGalaxia

this one is. a really hard read centered around emotional abuse and manipulation and hoooo boy it is a rough read especially if you’ve experienced any of that personally but it’s so well written and the character dynamics are great and in its lighter moments it’s fricking hilarious.

(bits and pieces of) The Roost by Ugglabarn

bits and pieces only bcus Roost has a lot of very heavy dark content that I’d have to be in a specific mood to reread the whole thing because it hurts my heart way too much but also it’s one of the best Fukurodani-centric longfics I’ve ever read (PLUS AN AU..!!) and I love love how they write the characters and how much focus there is on the minor members and ships and in its lighter moments Roost is also really funny the most recent chapter was hilarious

Expensive Hotel by Crown_of_Winterthorne

smut. explicit smut. excellent explicit smut with loving polyamorous boyfriends and plenty of consent discussion and kissing. my entire jam right there

Class 1-A Whomst? by Ya_Boi_Hal

this is the funniest chatfic I’ve ever read in my life and the first good chatfic I ever read. absolutely hysterical. also has some really good serious content in the middle and some Aizawa dialogue that punched me right in the feels. 12/10 will read again. sometimes I just randomly say “Mineta whomst??” and cackle to myself

and back in the day it was:

The Flame of Betrayal by DataIntegrationThoughtEntity

I guess traitor! Tahu was a popular trope back when Bionicle fandom was at its peak?? and not everyone liked it apparently but I enjoyed this fic greatly every time I read it it was well written and had interesting OCs and I am actually highly tempted to go reread it again

and Asleep Beneath a Wheat Field by Feline Freak

this was a very peculiar little OC-centric one shot that was also very sad and I don’t know why it grabbed me like it did but I remember rereading it 3 or 4 times at least

21. Do you like sequels?

The fics I like don’t usually come with sequels but The Penance of a Killer is one so Yes

22. Do you like dabbles?

I guess? I haven’t read too many I don’t think but hey, more fic is more fic. Who’s gonna complain about that?

23. What do you wish more fic authors would do?

Write about minor characters more

24. What do you wish more authors would stop doing?

that thing where they latch onto one facet of a character’s personality - or worse, one that fandom made up - and write them as if that’s the only trait they have

25. Do you like one-shots or multi-chapter?

Multi-chapter. I mean both are great obviously but the majority of my faves are multi-chapter and obviously if I like a fic I’m gonna wanna spend as much time in that universe as possible

26. How long do you like chapters to be?

Usually I feel the longer the better. once in a while I’ll hit one that’s so long it’s kind of distracting but extremely rarely

27. What’s your favorite POV (point of view) to read (first, second, third)?

Third

28. What do you think of OC’s?

I didn’t use to care for them very much but as I started reading fic by more advanced writers I found several I really liked. have a very small list of OCs from recent fics I’ve read I would actually kill a man for I love them so much

29. Do you download fic?

No, but seeing as my absolute favorite Bionicle fic vanished off the face of the earth several years ago and I cannot find anything about it an y wh ere sometimes I think about saving my faves. I never got to finish reading that fic and I am absolutely devastated every time I think about it.

30. Tell me something else about your fic reading! Anything else!

best thing is when my friend and I buddy read a fic and send each other our favorite parts

Tag!

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