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stephreynaart · 1 year
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Love Patrol Beta
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gin-juice-tonic · 2 years
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💿 - whats your favorite season 1 episode?
Gotta be Legend of the Gobblewonker. Not only does it have like, a million good Stans in it, but I also enjoy its healthy dose of Soos getting to be competent. Plus the chase scene's got a lot of good animation going on.
(And also returning to stan, those hats he made the kids are just too cute)
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Honorable mention to Irrational Treasure though, which was 13 year old Gin's favorite episode. My sister and I couldnt stop quoting basically anything Trembley said for a good while after it came out.
📀 - whats your favorite season 2 episode?
Scary-oke :')
Again not just because of the really good Stans but the episode is so absolutely gorgeous. I've poured over the available storyboards for it so many times (and have many many saved screenshots from the episode). And the colors/lighting! They went so ham with it all.
(Plus how could I ever resist the birth of love patrol alpha)
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novemquadragintillion · 8 months
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"I'm not sure what I want to do now or in the future."
"It's not that complicated. Just stay the way you are. That's what suits you best."
"So, I should stay normal?"
"No, you should stay wonderful."
episode 3 of Space Patrol Luluco
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percentstardust · 2 years
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descendants and zombies are dcoms, yes, but i WILL focus on darker aspects of both series. this is rp. i can do what i want. both series would be darker if aired on a different channel.
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operatorinvestigator · 11 months
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He’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it 😭❤️
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mellowumbra · 6 months
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~Beautiful edges~
An Abbywerewolf! x afab reader
SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI
will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!
⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink
Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.
Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much
Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME
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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.
Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.
Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.
Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...
As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.
You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.
"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.
Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.
Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.
"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."
Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.
"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.
You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."
"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.
The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.
"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.
Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.
"Maybe I did."
You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.
"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.
Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.
That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.
"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.
Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.
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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.
You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.
"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.
"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.
You start, but manage to stutter out a response.
"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.
"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.
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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.
Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.
SMUT I REPEAT SMUT
"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.
"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.
You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.
"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."
Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.
"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.
You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.
"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.
Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.
"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.
She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.
"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.
"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.
"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.
Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.
"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.
At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.
"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.
"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.
"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.
"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.
It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.
"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.
"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.
You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.
"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.
Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.
"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.
"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.
"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.
"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.
"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.
"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"
"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.
In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.
Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.
"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.
"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.
You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.
But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.
Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.
"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.
"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.
"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.
She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.
"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.
"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.
Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.
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die-erlkonigin6083 · 2 months
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Baby Fever
Summary: Damian wants pups. He wants a mate. He just wants a family. It’s not something he thinks he can have at the moment. A mission gone sideways might just prove him wrong.  Day 1 Nesting Accidental Child Acquisition
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Most people would take one look at Damian and assume that he was an alpha. Tall, broad shoulders, and a commanding presence. He let the rumors of his designation circulate, only ever appearing in public with scent blockers. He was a private person. Damian kept the secret that he was an omega close to his heart. Only his father, Richard, and Todd knew that he was an omega. He had been tempted many a time to confide in Drake, Cain, and the others. Yet he feared their perception of him; that it would change if they knew what he was. It was foolish of him, yes. His father was a male omega. They did not treat him any differently. In fact, they respected Father. 
Perhaps, he would reveal his designation if he found a reasonable partner. 
None had drawn his gaze though. 
No alpha, no beta, no omega. 
He desperately desired pups though. His menagerie of pets helped with his longing for a small babe in his arms. A precious pup who looked at him with eyes full of trust and love, who he could nurture and adore. Spoil with gifts and keep secure in his nest. 
If things continue as they were, Damian would never have a mate or children. He refused to let that be his life. Should that never occur, Damian had more than enough money to adopt and care for a plethora of pups. Damian… like his dam, was not good at expressing his emotions. He had grown up watching how that had damaged his brother’s and his own relationship with his dam until their pack bonds had stretched and nearly broken under the strain. Damian would risk it though, to have a pup of his own in his arms. To have a little family of his own. 
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Damian was patrolling with Red Robin when Red Hood called on the line. 
“‘Ight. So. I was out taking out some child traffickers with my new buddy, Phantom. He kinda… couldn’t handle seeing the kids like that. He’s uh. A little feral. All’s good, just need some help getting him out of it.” Red Robin sighed. 
“Red Robin and Corvus here. We’re on our way.” 
Silently, they headed towards the location at the Docks that Red Hood was directing them to. The scent of fear and anxiety was strong when they landed. The smell of distressed made his inner omega whine. He could comfort them. All he had to do was remove his scent patch and reach out. However, it was being drowned out by the scent of an angry and protective alpha. Hesitantly, they walked towards where Red Hood and the others were. It seemed that Arsenal and Starfire had rescued the majority of the children who were being trafficked. 
Four of the pups were still inside. Three of them were behind the protective alpha, cuddled together and wrapped in a black cloak with Lazarus green lining. The alpha was looking at them with his fangs bared, his eyes dilated so far that he could only see a faint ring on green. The alpha had pure white hair and a black outfit with white gloves and boots. The fourth child, a pup that couldn’t be older than three, was cradled in the vigilante’s arms, their head nestled in the crook of the alpha’s neck. The pretty brown eyes looked curiously from the pup’s head, framed by long lashes and cheeks that should have been far chubbier. Those little fists were gripping tightly onto the vigilante’s suit. 
“Yeah, Phantom’s all protective over these four. One of them said something, I didn’t catch it, and then he went all feral and protective. Been trying to show him that we mean no harm, but it hasn’t done much,” Hood admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 
Phantom, Red Hood had called him. 
From what he could see of the other children, one was likely blonde, the dirt obscuring the true color. They had clear green eyes that tugged at Damian’s heart, peeking at him from behind the cloak wrapped around them. The second child was slightly older, their worry and hesitant hope clear on their little face which was streaked with dirt. Their brown hair hung in clumps and was likely matted, their cheeks showing a hollowness that indicated some time without sufficient food. Damian’s instincts longed to scoop that child up and feed them. He would happily make them a nutritious and child friendly diet to ensure they regained the necessary weight that they needed. 
The third and final child that was wrapped in the cloak likely had some sort of injury, based on how they were holding themselves. Their black hair was short and uneven. Damian suspected that the traffickers had cut the child’s hair. The poor thing was in pain, yet still wary. All three of the children that were on the floor were trusting Phantom, the injured one leaning against the back of the alpha’s legs. They didn’t seem to be distrusting of the Outlaws or of Damian and his brothers. That was a good sign. So they just needed to focus on Phantom, the feral alpha. 
It wasn’t often that alphas went into a feral protective state. Especially so when it wasn’t even their own pups. Damian’s inner omega, which had already been at attention due to the smell of upset pups, was practically screaming at him that this, this man, was utterly worthy of him. This was the first time he had ever felt this way towards another being. Making up his mind, Damian reached up and removed the scent patch on his neck. His brothers both looked at him in surprise, but he didn’t care. Letting his omega scent out into the air, he slowly approached the feral alpha. There was a relieved and pleased note to his own scent. In his state, Phantom would likely think Damian was happy that he’d protected the pups and that they were safe. In actuality, he was so happy to have found someone that finally interested him, that would match him in being a perfect parent to pups, no matter their origin. 
“Good alpha,” Damian crooned, continuing to walk forward as Phantom made no moves against him. “Such a good alpha for protecting the pups.” Phantom blinked at him, some of his guard lowering. 
Damian was now close enough to gently unwrap the three pups in the cloak. Phantom was keeping a close eye on him, as were his brothers behind him. He could hear them whispering, however it was low enough that he could not understand the words. Damian removed his glove, letting the pups smell him. Once they relaxed due to his comforting omega scent, he picked the smallest one up, rubbing his face against their hair, covering them in his scent. The other two on the ground whined, reaching up towards him, wanting the safety and comfort that being with an omega would instinctively give them. 
Handing the toddler in his arms to Phantom, Damian leaned back down to grab the two that were clamoring for his attention. Damian noted that the injury seemed to be on the pup’s right leg. It was a gash that was clearly infected, based on the swelling and the redness. Damian resisted the urge to tut at that. He would need to make sure all of the pups were washed and attended to before they could be put in a nest. Damian walked back towards his brothers, expecting the alpha to follow him. He wasn’t disappointed to hear the footprints behind him. Stopping a few feet from the other vigilantes. 
“I’ll be taking the pups and Phantom back to one of the nearby safe houses. We should be able to take care of the pups and then nest with them. That should make Phantom calm down and come out of his state,” He told them. Red Robin nodded slowly. 
“We have good enough pictures of them on our body cams. We can run facial recognition on them to see if it matches any missing persons reports. Be careful, little brother. He is still feral. Let us know if you need anything,” Red Robin told him. Damian nodded, both grateful and sad. These pups should go back with their parents, but he would enjoy what time he had with them nonetheless.  
“Come on alpha,” Damian said, turning to glance back at the vigilante behind him. “Nest.” 
Phantom seemed to perk up at that, instincts wanting him to get the pups somewhere they could be safe and protected. It wasn’t too far of a walk with the children. It would go much faster if he could have been able to grapple, but he could not do so with two children in his arms. Finally, they reached the safe house. Phantom sniffed warily when they entered, growling softly but not making much of a fuss. The scents in the house were stale, which worked in Damian’s favor. It took little to no prompting to get all of them into the master bathroom. 
It was a tight fit, but Damian’s instincts told him not to let any of the pups out of his sight. Setting one child on the toilet seat, he grabbed two towels and spread one of them out on the floor. There. That would be a good place to put the children for now while he got a bath running. He set about getting the bath going, putting the second towel on the bottom of the tub. 
“What are your names?” He asked as he set about filling the tub with lukewarm water. It would hurt later, to establish a relationship with them only for them to be taken away. However, he wanted them to feel comfortable and pretend for a short while that they were his. 
“I’m Mary,” the pup with the matted brown hair told him. Damian hummed.
“Mary. A lovely name. It might take a couple baths and tries to get all of those knots out of your hair, but I promise you I shall do my best,” he reassured her. She sniffed. 
“Thank you. I like my hair. It’s - It’s curly though.”
“I’m Caleb,” the injured pup told him. 
“Hello Caleb. We’re going to have you go first, that way the water is as clean as possible for your wound. I’m going to need to clean it and bandage it after. It will hurt a bit, but I can give you some ibuprofen to help with the pain and the swelling.” He needed to tell them all what was happening, so they could feel reassured and know what was coming. Damian looked back, then huffed. The silly alpha was still holding the other two and on his feet. Damian patted the floor. 
“Alpha. Sit.” Phantom huffed, but did so. The baby still clung to the feral man, but that was fine. The other child scrambled out of his hold and joined the other on the floor, snuggling into Mary’s side. 
Damian helped Caleb remove his dirty clothes and then helped the small male pup into the bath water. The child hissed and then whined, clinging to Damian as his injured leg hit the water. Phantom growled, looking around for any perceived threat. Damian ignored the alpha, crooning at the poor pup as it got used to the water. Once Caleb was comfortable in the water, the curtain drawn to give the poor thing some privacy, he began to wash the pup. Unbidden, from his lips, came sweet whispers and promises to the child he was doting on. He praised the boy as he followed Damian’s directions as he washed his hair. He itched to grab a pair of scissors and fix the hatch job, but now was not the time. 
Once he was done, he drained the tub. Grabbing another towel from the cabinet, he helped Caleb dry off, being extra careful around the boy’s injured leg. After assisting the boy out of the tub and onto the toilet, he started the next bath. As that ran, Damian did his best to gently clean the gash and wrap it with gauze to protect it. Phantom, having noticed the wound, whined and sniffed at it, the scent of distressed alpha starting to leak out. Chuckling, Damian reached over to brush his wrists over Phantom’s head. It was both a claiming gesture and a soothing gesture. 
Once Caleb was clean and taken care of, he needed to wash Mary. Damian was able to get most of the tangles out. He didn’t want to keep Mary in the water too long, as it would cool, and he did not want her to get a cold. Either way, she looked much better and happier, smiling and giggling when she was able to run her hands through her hair and her curls were visible once more. The third child still refused to tell Damian their name. It was understandable. The poor thing had been through a lot. 
While he washed the third child, Phantom was happily cuddling and scenting Caleb and Mary. The youngest, the baby, had finally let go of the alpha and was giggling and babbling to the others. Phantom spoke for the first time when Damian gave him the third child and grabbed the baby. 
“Good omega,” the alpha rumbled. It was just two words, but it set Damian alight. His inner omega was howling in excitement and happiness at the praise. 
Damian shot off a quick text to his brothers, asking them to drop off food outside the safe house and to drop off some comfortable clothes and pajamas for them. Then he scrunched up the towel, to make a little head rest for the baby, that way they could lay down with their head out of the water. It was a bit of a struggle. Despite his comforting sounds and scent, the baby did not like being in the water and getting a bath. This time though, when the sounds of an upset and uncomfortable puppy came from the bathtub, Phantom didn’t growl. He just made a few comforting rumbles. 
Soaking wet and his energy draining, Damian finished bathing the baby, swaddling them in a soft clean towel and holding them close. Checking his phone, he felt relieved to see that Timothy had dropped off the food and items he requested. Ushering Phantom and the children to the couch, Damian checked the front door. The scent of chinese food permeated the hall and drifted into the apartment, making all four pups start whining for food. Damian took a deep breath, trying to not let it affect him too much. He needed to keep a level head and not become frantic in his desire to give the pups everything they needed. 
Damian brought the food and the cardboard box marked ‘clothes’ inside. After passing out the food to everyone and making a bottle for the baby, Damian opened the box. He’d eat once he’d looked through it all. There was a selection of fleece and cotton pajamas for both the pups and for Damian and Phantom. Even better, Timothy had added some stuffed animals for the pups. There was also a selection of soft, smaller blankets for the children and some large blankets and pillows for the nest. Though he often fought with his elder brother, he was always the best to go to when it came to these types of things, as he went above and beyond. 
“D-Dam. You need to eat too,” came Mary’s soft voice from behind him. Tears pricked at the edges of Damian’s eyes and he swallowed. He’d hoped… he’d dreamed of being called ‘Dam’ by a pup. Now it had actually happened. 
When he stood up and turned around, he stopped in his tracks. Oh. This was why Mary had said something. Phantom hadn’t touched his own plate, but had made Damian’s and was holding it out to him. Not only that, but he had speared a piece of broccoli on a fork and was offering it to Damian, making an encouraging sound. Damian felt his cheeks warm. Phantom was trying to feed him, to make sure Damian was fed. He sat down and let Phantom feed him some food before taking the plate and continuing to eat. He didn’t want the alpha to feel rejected when he didn’t eat the pieces of meat on it. The man likely wouldn’t understand what a vegetarian was in his state. 
Once everyone was fed, Damian instructed (as best he could) Phantom to dress himself and the kids in the pajamas that Timothy had procured. During this time, Damian changed out of his Corvus costume and into his night clothes, leaving his domino on. From there, he began to build a nest on the large, king sized bed. He was mostly finished, adjusting some of the blankets when he heard one of the children approach and stand in the doorway. Damian didn’t look back, but let them watch him as he continued to fluff the pillows and tweak the nest. 
“Can I help?” Damian looked back. It was the third pup, the one who hadn’t told Damian his name. He looked utterly adorable in the blue pjs with white clouds on it. 
“Of course.” The little pup clambered onto the bed, moving some of the blankets. 
“Um. My name is Alexander. But you can call me Alex.” 
“Well, thank you for helping, Alex.” Damian acknowledged, laying down, finally satisfied with the nest. 
“The baby’s name is Hazel, I think. That’s what the bad guys called her.” Alex fidgeted for a moment, then cuddled into Damian’s side. Ah, what a sweet pup. They reminded him of Richard, in a way, due to how physically affectionate they were. 
“That is good to know.” 
They did not have a chance to talk further, as Phantom came in with Caleb, Mary, and Hazel. The pups excitedly climbed into the nest, each trying to get a spot next to Damian or partially on top of him. Phantom gently passed Hazel to Damian before he left. Damian would let the alpha do a few rounds of patrol around the safe house before he called him to the nest to sleep. Phantom seemed to be coming out of the feral state. Thankfully, Damian didn’t need to call for the alpha to return, as he came back after two rounds, gently crawling into the nest and placing himself between Damian and the pups and the door. Damian purred happily. What a good, protective alpha, he thought sleepily. 
Warm and surrounded by everything he’d ever dreamed of, Damian fell asleep.
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Two weeks had passed, yet they were unable to find the parents for the four pups. The records kept by the traffickers were incomplete and nonexistent in other cases. Damian had been in heaven the last fortnight. He kept his domino on, telling the children to call him Corvus, or if they felt comfortable, Dam. Mary and Caleb called him Dam. Hazel was trying to talk. Poor thing was behind developmentally, but was catching up rapidly with the attention and encouragement from both Damian and Danny. Phantom, who’s name was Danny, had stayed. He’d also put on a domino, but had revealed his human form and been acting as a surrogate alpha for the children as Damian was acting as a surrogate omega. Danny had continued to dote on Damian, in a fashion. Giving him food. Making sure he had time to rest, bathe, and take care of himself. 
Was it any surprise that it had led to them making out one night, after the pups were all asleep in the nest? 
Though he had assumed that he would be a vigilante for far longer, Damian was not disappointed at all in this break, in being a devoted Dam to four adorable pups. He was also immensely pleased with how Danny was courting him. Everyday he was waiting for the shoe to drop, for the children’s parents to be found. 
When the news came of Hazel’s parents, he cried. 
Not because they wanted her back, but because they had perished trying to prevent her from being taken. She had no home to go back to. No one was surprised when Damian offered to adopt her. Richard and Jason teased him about being like his own father, his own Dam, adopting pups that needed a home. They did so in a loving and endearing way, so it did not perturb him. 
Caleb’s and Mary’s parents had sold them. As such, both sets would be prosecuted for having done so. Alex was a far more interesting case. From what they could determine, once they finally found some information on him, he had been given up by his parents to an orphanage. It seemed that Alex’s parents had done an illegal test on him to determine that he was going to present as a male omega, and thus had given it up. What fools. Those tests only had a sixty percent accuracy, at best. That was one of the reasons why Damian’s mother had never bothered to conduct one. 
It was amusing though, how just months ago he had been longing for a mate and pups. 
Now, here he was, in the process of adopting four of them and being courted by a very kind and very fatherly alpha. It would likely take some more time, but Damian was fairly certain he could return to light vigilante work. To think, all of his dreams could be granted in such a short amount of time. 
Damian looked forward to what the future held with his new family. 
Notes: 
This one got away from me a bit. Got so caught up in the babies and the cuddles, that I was like… wait, this is a oneshot. I need to end it soon! Do I maybe have a bit of baby fever? Yes, yes I do. Just gotta write it out, lol
Thank you, as always, to the wonderful Harthic for betaing my fic!
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frownyalfred · 16 days
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Forever thinking about ghost martha fic. except a/b/o where ghost martha is so worried about her o!grandson jason.
Ohhh, omega Martha Wayne would lecture Jason about EVERYTHING. His nest, his heat supplies, his use of alpha pheromones on patrol.
“That’s your nest?”
Jason flushed, ducking his head before Martha could see. “Don’t sound too excited.”
“That’s three t-shirts and a dish towel!”
“The three pack was on sale at the dollar store,” Jason defended, lip curling. “And I stole that dish towel from Alfred, because you said I needed something scented. Otherwise I would’ve just had the t-shirts!”
“Jason,” Martha said, an omega whine ringing through her words. “Jason, my love. These schmattes aren’t a nest. I almost mistook them for a laundry pile on the way in.”
“I don’t know what you—” Jason cut himself off before he could swear, watching Martha’s nostrils flare. “—want me to do. It’s my heat. My nest. I get to decide if it works. And this works.”
Martha followed him as he sat down heavily in the center of his “nest”, expression softening.
“You need a nice thick blanket,” she said after a moment, as if relenting. “I saw one on sale in the window on 5th yesterday. We’ll go after lunch.”
“We will?” Jason asked, not looking up from his hands. Maybe pre heat was coming on too quickly. He already felt sluggish.
“God willing,” Martha said. She leaned forward, lips twisting as her shoulders hiked back. “In the meantime — get your shoes off that shirt, young man. You weren’t raised in a barn.”
“Just the Narrows,” Jason choked out, grinning. He curled up in the nest, making sure to keep his boots clear of the white fabric.
“Just as I said,” Martha hummed. “Not a barn.”
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zapreportsblog · 6 months
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If you write for fem black readers can I request Carlisle with a werewolf wife, since wolves are mostly always shirtless sometimes he has to remind her to wear a shirt bc she’s so used to being shirtless that it’s become a bad habit for her? Sometimes she’ll try to warm him up when they’re laying in bed tg by going to bed without a shirt and just some shorts on?
❝warm bodies❞
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✭ pairing : carlilse cullen x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : sometimes (y/n) forgets to wear a shirt, it’s a real bad habit of hers that even her husband Carlisle has to remind her almost every day to put one on but it’s a habit that can’t be helped, after all her body runs too damn hot
✭ twilight masterlist 2
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The moon hung low in the inky sky, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. In the heart of the woods, (Y/N) moved stealthily, her senses heightened as she prowled through the night. She wasn't alone, surrounded by her pack, led by the enigmatic Alpha, Sam Uley. As a shapeshifter, (Y/N) had embraced her identity, shifting between her human and wolf forms with ease.
For years, she had belonged to Sam's pack, and they had become her family, her sanctuary. Her life was filled with the howls of her fellow wolves, the thrill of the hunt, and the camaraderie that came with being part of a pack. Yet, destiny had something else in store for her.
One fateful day, while on a routine patrol, (Y/N) had an encounter that would change her life forever. As she ventured deeper into the woods, her senses suddenly overloaded with an intoxicating scent – a scent she had never experienced before. It was like nothing else, drawing her in, and she followed it, her heart pounding with anticipation.
There, standing in a small clearing, was Carlisle Cullen. He was a man of unearthly beauty, his skin as pale as alabaster and his eyes a striking golden hue. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt – he was a vampire. But instead of fear, she felt an overwhelming sense of calm and belonging.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. (Y/N) had heard of imprints, the unbreakable bonds that formed between shifters and their destined mates. She had never believed in such tales, but now she was living one. Carlisle was her imprint, and she was his.
Their connection deepened as they spent more time together, learning about each other's worlds, and falling in love against all odds. However, (Y/N) knew that leaving Sam's pack would not be easy. She had grown close to her fellow wolves, and her departure would surely leave a void.
But destiny had a way of guiding her path. Over the years, she gradually distanced herself from the pack, her bond with Carlisle growing stronger. She began to feel a new sense of purpose, one that extended beyond the boundaries of her old life.
(Y/N) found herself drawn to the Olympic clan, a coven of vampires who were unlike any others she had encountered. Edward, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper welcomed her with open arms, seeing her as a mother figure, a source of guidance and protection. In her, they found the maternal love they had longed for.
As the years passed, (Y/N) and Carlisle's love deepened, and they decided to take the ultimate step – to get married. It was a ceremony unlike any other, uniting a shapeshifter and a vampire in eternal love.
The day she left Sam's pack was bittersweet, but she knew she was following her heart, forging a new path with the family she had chosen. She embraced her role as a mother figure to the Olympic clan, guiding them with wisdom and love.
As she stood by Carlisle's side, their hands intertwined, (Y/N) knew that her life had taken a remarkable turn. She had gone from being a member of a wolf pack to becoming the matriarch of a vampire coven. Her journey was just beginning, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead with the love of her life and her newfound family by her side.
Several years had passed since (Y/N) had left Sam's pack and embraced her new life as a member of the Olympic clan. Time had been kind to her, and her bond with Carlisle had only deepened with each passing day. Yet, some things remained unchanged.
One of those things was (Y/N)'s unique trait as a shifter – her body ran hot. It was a characteristic shared by most of Sam's pack, a constant reminder of their supernatural nature. This meant that (Y/N) had a tendency to walk around shirtless, often sporting a sports bra, especially in the scorching summer months.
It was a habit she had picked up during her time with the pack, and it had become second nature to her. To her, it was simply a way to stay cool in the heat, and she never thought twice about it. However, it did raise a few eyebrows among the Cullens, who were accustomed to a more modest way of dressing.
Carlisle, in particular, found himself constantly reminding (Y/N) to put on a shirt before she left the house. It had become a playful ritual between them, one that never failed to make him smile.
"(Y/N), darling, please remember to put on a shirt," Carlisle would say with a gentle smile as he kissed her goodbye in the morning.
She would roll her eyes, grinning mischievously. "You worry too much, Carlisle. It's not like I'm going to walk into town like this."
But sometimes, she did. (Y/N) was known for her fearless spirit and her love of the outdoors. She would often go on long hikes or runs through the dense forests surrounding their home, and occasionally, she'd forget to change into more conventional attire.
One sunny afternoon, as (Y/N) was about to head out for a run, Carlisle caught her at the door wearing only a sports bra and shorts. He raised an amused eyebrow, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"(Y/N), you promised," he teased, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.
She chuckled and walked over to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I know, I know. I'll put on a shirt when I get back, I promise."
Carlisle couldn't help but shake his head, both exasperated and enchanted by the fiery spirit of his mate. "Just be careful, my love."
As she bounded into the woods, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the life she had found with Carlisle and the Cullens. They were her family now, and she cherished every moment with them. She knew that her unique habits might raise a few eyebrows, but she had no intention of changing who she was. After all, it was just one more way her bond with Carlisle remained as sizzling as ever.
1. The Morning Ritual :
Every morning, like clockwork, Carlisle would gently remind (Y/N) to put on a shirt before she left for her day. It had become their little routine, a loving and teasing exchange that began their day on a warm note.
2. The Hike :
One sunny weekend, (Y/N) decided to go on a hike with Rosalie and Emmett. As they set out on the trail, Carlisle couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, reminding her one more time to put on a shirt. She reluctantly agreed but ended up tying her shirt around her waist after the first mile.
3. The Family Gathering :
During a family gathering at their home, (Y/N) casually strolled into the living room in just a sports bra and shorts, prompting a chorus of raised eyebrows from the Cullens. Carlisle cleared his throat and whispered a reminder to her, causing her to blush and quickly fetch a shirt.
4. The Run to Town :
One day, (Y/N) decided to run into town for some supplies. Carlisle, noticing her attire, leaned in and reminded her with a playful smirk. She laughed and assured him she'd grab a shirt from the car, though she didn't see the point in town.
5. The Surprise Visit :
Alice had a tendency to surprise (Y/N) with impromptu visits. One such day, she burst into the house, only to find (Y/N) relaxing on the couch in her usual sports bra and shorts. Carlisle and Alice exchanged a knowing look, and Carlisle discreetly nudged his wife to put on a shirt.
6. The Midnight Craving :
Late one night, (Y/N) had an insatiable craving for ice cream. In her haste to get a bowl from the kitchen, she forgot to put on a shirt. As she scooped the ice cream, Carlisle entered the kitchen, chuckling softly, and gently reminded her. She blushed but shrugged it off, savoring her late-night treat.
7. The Family Football Game :
The Cullens decided to have a family football game in their backyard. (Y/N) was an enthusiastic participant, but her choice of attire, or lack thereof, raised a few eyebrows. Carlisle took her aside with a grin and whispered his familiar reminder. She laughed and grabbed a jersey this time, joining the game with even more energy.
And the One Time She Remembered To Wear One Herself :
It was a beautiful, sunny day, and (Y/N) decided to spend some quiet time in the garden. As she got up from her chair to tend to the flowers, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, realizing she was still wearing her shirt. With a triumphant grin, she slipped into her favorite gardening shirt and sunglasses, surprising Carlisle when she walked back into the house fully clothed. He beamed at her, impressed by her newfound initiative, and they shared a loving, shirt-wearing moment.
The night was calm, the moonlight spilling through the curtains and casting a gentle glow in the room. (Y/N) and Carlisle lay intertwined on their bed, cocooned in a sea of blankets. It was a rare moment of serenity for the couple, a precious oasis of peace in their immortal lives.
Carlisle, being a vampire, had long lost the capacity to feel cold or warmth in the way humans did. Yet, he cherished the sensation of (Y/N)'s warm skin against his own. Her body radiated heat, a constant reminder of her shifter nature, and he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
As they lay there, (Y/N) shifted closer to Carlisle, nuzzling her face against his chest. His cool skin provided a stark contrast to her warmth, and she relished the feeling of his arms around her. Even though he didn't feel cold, Carlisle embraced her with a gentle, protective hold, savoring the intimate connection they shared.
Her fingers traced soothing patterns on his skin, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the tranquility of the moment. They didn't need words to communicate; their closeness spoke volumes. It was a testament to their deep love and understanding of each other, a love that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural existences.
Carlisle pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, his lips brushing against her skin. "You're my source of warmth, my love," he whispered, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room.
(Y/N) smiled against his chest, her heart swelling with affection. "And you're my eternal light in the darkness," she replied, her words a testament to the enduring bond they shared.
In the stillness of the night, they continued to cuddle, finding solace and contentment in the simple act of being together. For (Y/N) and Carlisle, their love was a beacon, a guiding star that illuminated the path of their immortal existence, and in each other's arms, they found their sanctuary.
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gglitch1dd · 9 months
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Hiiii ❣️ so i was wondering if you could please possibly write a story one day where reader is obsessed with alpha dynamight in his hero costume and gets riled up whenever she sees him in it especially his boots? 👀 idk pro hero Bakugo in his boots does something for me I want him to step on me 😩
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Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader
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<AN: Sorry for the delay babes, I just had to sort somethings out and write it. But I really hope that you like this. Thank you for the request!!>
Warning: SMUT, NSFW, OMEGAVERSE, Degradation, name calling (slut), a bit of heat influence, fingering, slight belittling, BREEDING KINK (it aint me if there isn't a breeding kink somewhere).
Being mated to an Alpha like Bakugou Katsuki was something that you don’t think you would ever get used to. He was a giant force of nature, an Alpha of his own pedigree that was often labelled too aggressive, competitive and rough to be a good Alpha in terms of being in a relationship. However, you knew better. You knew your Katsuki. You knew how loving he was, how soft he could be when it was just you or whenever the two of you were with your pack, you also knew just how caring and how big of a heart he had.
It was a bit intimidating when you also remembered how attractive he was. He was often doing photoshoots, on front of magazines, billboards and leading so much in the brand that he as made as Dynamight. It was hard sometimes reading all the praise he was getting from fans that you thought much prettier than yourself. However, your Alpha often than not fucked such thoughts out of your head.
One of the things you loved about him still now even after all the type you spent together was seeing him in his hero uniform. That slender and tight fitting hero uniform that would highlight his hard earned muscles that you couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of. He was just so gorgeous in it. He always looked so domineering and superior in it. Honestly, it was one of the first things you found attractive about him.
Which also made it hard for you whenever you tried being angry with him. Like right now.
“Where have you been?” You asked him as you folded your arms over your chest, a frown on your face as you looked over at Bakugou with a glare.
The large blond Alpha had just started entered the kitchen of the apartment you both shared, only to find that you weren’t sleeping. Bakugou looked at you with wide crimson eyes, still processing the fact that you were standing in front of him and he wasn’t just sleep deprived. He eased at the sight of you walking over to you. “Jesus, baby, you scared me.” He said as he moved to bring you into his arms.
You put a hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You looked up at him with a scowl. “Where have you been?” You asked him, not letting out on your scowl.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow at your question. He looked you up and down as he moved to fold his own arms over his chest. He smirked at the sight of you so worked up. “What’s got you all cranky?” He asked. You released a hiss, your scent turning sour at the question. Bakugou chuckled at your hissing. “I was just at work, you cranky little Omega. Eijiro had to rush back to the Mrs so I had to cover his extra three hours on patrol.” He reported back to you. He watched as your shoulders lowered slightly at the news of where he had been. He let out a low chuckle as he moved to accept you into his arms. “Is that what got you all worked up? Oh, my poor little Omega.”
You let out another hiss at his teasing, not appreciating his tone that had you looking away from him in embarrassment that you got so worked up over that. Bakugou let out a loud barky laugh at your hiss, his body moving to turn and grab a glass from the cabinet. His back muscles contorting and stretching to show off the power that was underneath his skin. You felt your throat constrict at the sight.
You looked away with a pout. “You should have told me you would be late. I got worried.”
“My phone died. You know I would always contact you if I had it, dumbass.” He told you matter of factly, moving to grab himself water from the fridge. He moved to lean against the counter table behind him, He raised an eyebrow as he took a sip of water. “Where did you think I was anyway?”
Your eyes caught on the bulge of his muscles between his sleeves. It was one of the few days that worked seemed slower than normal and luckily he wasn’t hurt or seemed rather spent today. You swallowed down hard and looked down at the floor trying to get a grip over yourself.
Bakugou assessed your silence. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, moving to look back at the fridge and the calendar on it. He looked over the days. “Ah… I see.” He let out amusedly, with a low chuckle. Bakugou put down his glass, walking over to you.
At the sudden fact that the large blond was making his way towards you, moving at an uncomfortably speed for you, you started moving back but quickly were scooped up in his arms. You tried pushing yourself out of his arms with meaningless trills of fear. Your hands grabbed at his muscles, pushing back away from him, your hands finding a resting place on his pecs. You then felt a low rumble coming out of his chest as he kept you wrapped up in his arms. He brought his head on top of yours, his eyes closing for a moment before looking down at you with a sharp smirk. “I guess you still can’t understand that I’m yours.” He let out lowly as he moved his face closer to yours. “I know you’re close to your heat baby, but there’s no need for you to get so defensive of me.”
To be honest, you weren’t remotely listening to what he was saying. Your eyes still taking him in his hero uniform that was designed to hold his body to perfection. He looked so good in it right now and you felt so need too. His crimson eyes were only accentuated by the soot around his eyes that he wore. You swallowed down hard as you looked up at him with wide eyes, nodding to everything he was saying.
Bakugou stopped talking as he looked down at you. Your eyes blown out and your scent getting sweeter and heavier by the second as you looked up at him with not a single thought behind your eyes. He let out a scoffed. Without hesitation he moved you over to the island table and pushed you down over it. You let out a surprised chirp at the rough treatment.
The blond Alpha let out a loud growl down at you, keeping his hand to the back of your neck, keeping you down against the cool counter top. His growl turned into an amused chuckle as he looked down at you with heated eyes. “You ditry little slut.” He grinned down. “Here I was trying to comfort you and you’re busy eye fucking me.”
“Can you blame me?” You asked him softly as you looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been so busy with work, Kats. You barely give me any attention anymore.”
Bakugou looked down at you, sort of surprised that you would say such to him. Without warning, the large blond Alpha moved and gripped the waist band of your shorts, ripping them down and off of you. You let out a squeak as cold air hit your already slick cunt. Bakugou saw the wetness of your sex, a low pleased rumbling coming out of his chest. He roughly shoved two fingers inside of you making you moan as your sex quickly adjusted around his fingers. Immediately the blond could feel that you were already stretched out. He let out a scoff. “Well looks like I don’t need to give you all that attention, when you’re clearly giving it to yourself.”
You heard him unbuckle his belt and already you were pushing your ass back, searching for his cock that wasn’t even out yet. Bakugou let out a low growl at how needy you were, how you were already whining in want, wanting his cock inside you already. With a big hand he forced your to stay down against the counter top and not raise yourself off of it.
You felt the head of his cock glide between your folds making you tighten around nothing in want. You mewled and whined, pushing back. “Alpha,” You let out dripping in desperation. A hard slap came down on your ass forcing you to shout in surprise.
“You’re such an ungrateful slut.” He gritted out as he pushed his cock inside of your sex. Immediately you felt your thighs tense. You hummed in pleasure, loving the feeling of his cock inside you, almost as if he was made to be inside you and you were made to fit him. Bakugou let out a low groan at the feeling of your soft velvety sex tightening around his cock like a vice. “Fuck, how are you so tight?” he asked more for himself than for you to answer.
He looked back down at you with a heated crimson gaze, large gloved hands holding your ass apart enough to watch the way his cock was sunken into your pussy. He let out a grunt as he moved to thrust in and out of you. His rhythm calculated, accompanied by grunts and groans as he moved to watch your ass slap against his pelvis. He let out a low growl as he pounded into you, watching the way your ass bounced.
You moaned like slut he called you, your mouth hanging open as you gripped the counter as if your life depended on it. Your sex was heavily slicked out, only waiting for your Alpha’s cock to slip in. Low growls going straight to your clit as he used you hard and rough as if you were a cocksleeve for his use. You loved whenever he fucked you straight after work, when he came right off the street, dirty and raw, still filled with the pent up aggression he might have not released during the day. It made every thrust that nudged your cervix even more delicious.
You let out a squeal as he nudged a specific spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Bakugou growled. “You really have some fucking nerve to question me, to question your Alpha!” He shouted down at you as he held onto your hips and fucked you back into him. He loved watching as your ass bruised, at the harsh pounding he was giving you. He grinned at the sweet heavenly sounds escaping your mouth. Every thrust making you mewl and moan out like a pornstar. He groaned as he rolled his neck, his pace only increasing, making the knot inside you tighten as your impending high approached. “Oh I can’t wait for your heat. Maybe I’ll get to fuck a baby into you and maybe that’ll stop your stupid insecurities. Hm? Would you like that?” A harsh heated slap went to your ass making you moan, pushing back against him. He chuckled at the feeling of you tightening around his cock. “You get tighter whenever I bring it up, baby. Breeding you so full you give me a mini Dynamight? That would be something, huh?”
-Glitch1d
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foxintheferns · 3 months
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For a Paul imagine: reader has a date night planned, and it would be the first time in a while. But, Paul forgets and switches patrol shifts with someone else. Reader waits up, but eventually realizes Paul forgot and goes to bed.
A/N: Thank you for this one, LOVED writing it. But ummmmmm it gets a lil spicy and they don’t even rly fight so I honestly failed at my own game. He’s just too persuasive, you know? Even the him that I create from my very own thoughts 🫣🙄
CONTENT WARNING: sexual implications, body licking/biting, heavy on the sexy vibez purrr
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[All dressed up, just for me?]
The pack’s patrols have been endless lately. A small group of slightly-too-interested bloodsuckers had been circling in around the Olympic Peninsula, and had unfortunately plucked off a couple of fisherman who had been out on their boats right off the beach. Sam and Jacob wanted all hands on deck for perimeter patrolling, and your imprinted lover, Paul Lahote, was their right hand man. You couldn’t remember the last time that Paul had been home for more than a night in a row, and you’d gotten quite used to -although not happy with- the feeling of an empty bed. You and Paul hadn’t gone farther than a few handsy make-outs in over a week, with Paul typically passing out as soon as he was home and only being woken from his sleep with a phone call from Jacob, or a howl coming from the forest outside the house early in the morning. The other day, you’d expressed to Paul how much you felt you needed a date night.
Paul had been exhausted, home for the first time in two days and apparently barely coherent. “Yeah! Um…,” He had yawned, lazily stretching out his lanky, muscular body and throwing his arm around you as he laid next to you in the bed, “Let’s go to dinner…Saturday night, we can do uh - oh, dinner at the Riverside?”
He had scratched his head, his eyes blinking as he stared across the room at the TV playing a movie.
“That sounds amazing.” You had happily sighed against him, feeling reassured that Paul had seemingly made an effort. You knew he loved you so deeply, and you knew there was nothing that could ever pull him away from you, what with his imprinting causing him to only truly ever see you. But, at the end of the day, the Alpha’s commands came first, and if the pack needed Paul, he was there in a heartbeat. Those commands came so often lately that you weren’t sure Paul even had a moment to realize that he hadn’t paid much attention to you. You’d been helping around the reservation, going to your job at the local farmer’s market, and hanging out with Emily throughout the long days.
Emily had even asked you how you were holding up, noticing that you seemed a bit quiet when you were visiting her last week.
“What’s up, (y/n)? Everything going good with you and Paul?” she had inquired, her hawk-like eyes seeming to observe you quietly for the entirety of the time you spent kneading breaddough together at her and Sam’s kitchen table. You hadn’t met her eyes, slightly embarrassed that she had so easily seen through your facade of…okay-ness.
“Oh, yeah! Yeah, no everything’s good,” You had proclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm, putting more force into your kneading as your internalized emotions presented themselves. Emily had stopped moving, staring at you intently from across the table. You had continued to knead your dough vigorously for several more moments, feeling her eyes burning into you, before you paused as well and finally looked up to meet her gaze.
“Okay…,” You mumbled, your shoulders slumping in defeat, “So everything is not good.” To your surprise, a wave of relief had washed over you as you finally said the words out loud. You had been going crazy, not entirely sure if the lack of affection and attention was in your head, or if you were being selfish, or if it was simply a reality you needed to accept as the pack’s Third in Command’s ‘imprintee’. Emily had nodded slowly, a knowing and empathetic smile creeping onto her lips.
“(y/n)… it’s not easy being an imprintee, I get it. Sam’s been gone every night, too. And if he’s not gone, he’s thinking about being gone, and thinking about who he needs to tell to go on shift. But it’s truly not a reflection of their love for us, I can promise you that.” She spoke in a soft and low voice, staring at you with her gentle brown eyes.
You shook your head, starting to poke at the bread dough again, “I don’t know, Em. It’s like he doesn’t even see me right now.”
She nodded understandingly, “Oh, (y/n),” She murmured, a sad and careful look in her eyes. “Because his soul is attached to yours so deeply, (y/n). You are part of him. He may genuinely, honestly forget that you are two separate beings sometimes, that you are a human who can’t hear his thoughts and know how deeply he loves you ALL the time. He may be so comfortable and happy with you that he forgets you aren’t part of the whole wolf thing, too. It sounds silly, but he’s still a man, after all, underneath all the magic and power.”
You smiled as you remembered Emily’s words, feeling more at ease as you prepared for your date with Paul. There’s nothing to worry about, you told yourself. You stared at your reflection in the mirror now, as you finished doing your hair. It was now Saturday evening, and you were waiting for Paul to finish his day shift. Dinner at the Riverside Restaurant - that was the plan for tonight. Paul had suggested it himself, so you felt reassured that tonight would be a good thing for the two of you. You were giddy with excitement, happy with how you look and looking forward to some long-awaited intimacy with him. You slid into a dress that Paul hadn’t seen yet, a silky spaghetti-strap number with a high leg slit up the right thigh, showing off a generous amount of long, toned leg. You decided to make it a bit more alluring and added a sparkly leg chain from your drawer, one you’d never worn, pulling it up and around your thighs and ass under the dress. You strode over to the floor length mirror in the corner of the room, nudging the dress down to sit perfectly against you, and adjusted your hair. You felt pretty. In fact, you looked pretty damn hot, and you knew without a doubt that Paul would think so too. He never failed to act shocked and overly impressed at your appearance, even when he woke up next to you every day and saw you at your greasiest, or most exhausted.
You grabbed your phone off the dresser next to the mirror, glancing at the time. 6:18pm. Paul usually gets off shift around 5:30, and you wondered for a brief moment if there could’ve been some emergency causing him to be late. Your face paled and you felt your heart rate increase the moment you let yourself consider he could be in danger. Nonetheless, his job was insanely dangerous, and it crossed your mind whether you liked it or not.
You quickly shot him a text.
Hey! Comin home soon?
You decided to try and busy yourself while waiting for him to arrive. You sprayed your favorite perfume on, checked your makeup and hair one last time, and went down the stairs of the cozy house. A crackling fire always helped you relax. You grabbed some of the wood Paul had carried inside the other day, and started to get a fire going in the living room fireplace. Paul had taught you quite well how to make a fire, and you were proud of yourself when you got it going relatively quickly. You lit your favorite candle as well, and decided you’d take the extra bit of time before Paul got home to clean up the house. You figured since he’s been so busy, and so tired, a clean place would be a nice gift for him to come home to. And, keeping your hands busy always helped time pass faster for you. Cleaning felt therapeutic at the moment. You got to work, vacuuming the living room, putting the clean dishes away, and throwing a load of laundry into the washing machine, folding and putting away the clothes from the dryer. You left your phone on loud, knowing that you’d either get a message from him or he’d walk through the front door any minute now. After you finished making the house nearly spotless, added another log onto the fire, and still hadn’t received a message from him, you decided to check the time again. Surprisingly, over an hour had passed, and it was 7:30. You were starting to worry.
You clicked Paul’s contact, calling him. After 6 rings, you heard the beginning of his voicemail - ‘I’m busy, you know what to do’ his gruff and cocky voice came through on the recording. You hung up before the beep, rolling your eyes. You stared down at your phone. Exhaling slowly, you tried to think of reasons why he wouldn’t be answering your text OR call, and would also be late for the date. You tried desperately to not let your mind go to horrible places, and decided to text Emily.
(Y/N): Hey Em- is everything okay with the boys? No answer from Paul, we had a date planned tonight.
Within the minute, Emily responded:
Emily: Sam stopped by only half an hour ago before he went back out, said everything was going fine… maybe call one of the boys? pretty sure Embry took tonight off, he’ll have his phone.
You stared down at her message for a few moments, relief washing over you once you realized that the pack wasn’t in any life threatening danger, but confusion hitting you in it’s place when you realized that that would mean there was nothing stopping Paul from getting home over an hour ago. You swallowed, trying to calm yourself. You flicked through your text conversations until you came to Embry’s name, and tapped the icons until you were calling him.
It rang twice, then Embry’s soft voice came through the phone speaker.
“(Y/n)! What’s up, honey?” Embry was always a sweetheart to you; all of the boys were. You knew they all loved you deeply, and it was hard for them not to - they could hear and feel all of the thoughts that Paul had for you.
“Hey! Um- just wondering, do you know where Paul is?? We had a date planned for tonight and he should’ve been home a while ago…,” You said into the phone, running your fingers through your long hair and starting to pace around the living room, your bare feet padding across the thick carpeted floor. You heard silence for a moment too long.
“Embry? You there?” You asked, unsure if you’d lost connection.
“Uh yeah, (y/n), sorry…I’m here. I, I-didn’t know you guys had a date… I asked Paul if we could trade shifts cuz it’s my Mom’s birthday tomorrow and she wanted to celebrate tonight. He said no problem and that he had nothing goin’ on. I’m sorry, if I’d known I would’ve never asked him,” Embry’s sympathetic voice came through the phone, and your heart dropped.
“Oh…,” you murmured, trying to push aside the sudden onset of shocked pain that washed over you, “No worries, Embry, it wasn’t your job to know about it. Thanks for telling me. I hope you guys have a nice celebration tonight… tell your Mom I said Happy Birthday, yeah?”
“Aw man, (y/n), I’m really sorry, I’m sure he just forgot, you know? He’s rly gonna hear it from me for this one, though, don’t you worry. The guy’s gonna wish he remembered…and yeah, thanks, I’ll tell my Mom,” Embry responded lightheartedly, his tone sincere.
You managed a light chuckle, “Thanks, Em - I’ll see you soon, have a good night.”
After you hung up with Embry, you stood for a moment in the same spot in the living room and let your arms fall, your phone slipping from your hand onto the couch. You felt just about everything you could feel: anger, hurt, betrayal, confusion, disappointment. Above all else though, you felt alone. You seemed to be chronically alone, lately. This was the one thing you’d asked for. After weeks of Paul prioritizing the pack, which you’d understood and had patience for, you had finally expressed that you missed him; that you needed this. That something was missing. You knew now that he hadn’t been truly hearing you. You exhaled loudly, falling back onto the couch dramatically, and stared at the loudly crackling fire in front of you. For a few minutes, you sat stuck in your thoughts, unsure what to do with yourself. Suddenly, your phone dinged loudly. You quickly reached for it, turning it upright to see the screen. You were slightly disappointed to see a text from Emily instead of Paul, your anxiety having built up as you sat in silence, but then felt comforted at the fact that your best friend was always in your corner.
Emily: Did Embry answer! Where’s Paul?
You sighed, reading the message, and began to type back.
(Y/N): Paul apparently gladly took Embry’s shift when he asked to trade. Said he had ‘nothing going on’
You saw the (…) bubble pop up, showing you that Emily had begun typing the moment your text sent.
Emily: Wtf. Paul can be such an airhead, I swear! I’m sure he forgot, (y/n), hope you don’t think for a second that he’d ever do that on purpose
(Y/N): Oh, I know. There just seems to be a lot of forgetting happening recently
:( wearing a new dress and everything
Emily: :( love you (y/n) <3 I bet you look bangin, lady! Call me if u need me okay? Maybe take a bath or something, do a self care night, ya know?
You almost smiled at Emily’s text, and would have if you weren’t feeling so defeated.
(Y/N): Love you Em
You tossed your phone again to the side and decided to throw a few more logs on the fire. You ambled into kitchen, poured yourself a glass of rosé and put your favorite show on, getting under one of the massive fluffy blankets and settling in to try to relax. By 10pm, you were strewn across the big couch, the warmth of the fire having lulled you into a gentle snooze.
You woke with a start to the feeling of hot hands on your skin.
“Baby”, you heard the deep, rough voice murmur against your ear, hot breath hitting your cheek. Your eyes slowly blinked open, and you could see Paul’s massive frame over you as he knelt in front of the couch, one hand on your waist and the other caressing the back of your head.
He pulled back and smiled an immensely apologetic smile, the hand on your waist squeezing gently.
“Hi, sleepy girl,” He said softly, his rich brown eyes gentle and bashful. You didn’t respond, your brain glitching, confused and tired as you tried to piece together why you were mad at him, a difficult task when the man sat right in front of you. His features became more troubled when you didn’t respond.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am, (y/n).”
You stared back at him, still not answering, and noted his shirtless torso only inches away from your face. When you peeled your eyes away from the abs and back to him, you caught his gaze stuck on your bottom half, and looked down to see what he was staring at so intently. Oh, that’s right. The dress. The slit that ran up the side of your leg was open, your entire thigh and right buttcheek exposed, and a large portion of your bikini line being put on display. You were glad you’d shaved. The faux fur blanket covered the rest of you, your half-bent leg being the one thing sticking out from under the fluffy cover. His eyes were stuck, his gaze lingering on the body chain that wrapped around your thigh, sparkling and glinting in the glowing firelight.
“(Y/n)…,” He whispered, swallowing hard. You watched as his Adam’s apple lifted up, then fell back down with the movement. His breathing hitched, and he finally flicked his eyes back to yours. His features were serious now, his brows drawn together.
“You have to know that I didn’t mean to forget, baby. I truly, honest-to-god didn’t mean to. Embry shifted like 10 minutes ago when he got home from dinner with his Mom just to let me know that you’d called him, and I had like 5 missed calls from Emily once I shifted back and…God I feel awful, (y/n), I figured if I traded shifts with Embry tonight, I’d get tomorrow off and we could spend the whole day together I-…I am so so sorry.”
You looked down, not bothering to hold his apologetic eyes, and took your bottom lip between your teeth as you absorbed his words and thought.
He bent closer, his large hand leaving your waist to caress your face, both hands framing your head now.
“I know it’s more than that, too. There’s no excuse for tonight but… I know I’ve been neglecting you, baby. I realize that now. You’ve needed me and I haven’t been there. I haven’t been there for you and I’m so, truly sorry for that. I’ll do better, I will. It’s easy to forget sometimes that just because you and I have this eternal bond, that doesn’t mean I can just forget to show you I care. And I care, (y/n), I care so much. You are who I’m thinking about when I’m out there on patrol, when I’m protecting this town. You are what gets me up every day. You’re the most important thing in my life. You know that, right?”
Throughout Paul’s rambling monologue, you had lifted your eyes, finally meeting his intense brown orbs. He held your face, gently and quietly speaking his words, not pulling his gaze away from you even for a single moment. He had brought a smile to your lips at several points in his little speech, and you felt wetness begin to prick in your eyes at his words. He had felt it too. He knew something was off between you, too. You felt an emotional release at his acknowledgment of what you’d been holding in for weeks. You could feel his love, deep and primal, radiating from him- oozing from his very being.
He continued to stare, his eyes narrowing and his hands shaking you ever so gently.
“Answer me, (y/n). You know that, right?,” he repeated, his tone and face still serious, but a glimmer of playful energy in his eyes now.
You couldn’t help but break into a wide smile now, and a light giggle fell from your mouth. His face broke into a massive grin at the sound, and he planted a hard, wet kiss on your lips, his mouth soft & hot. He groaned very lightly into the kiss, then pulled back to stare at your face again, proceeding to plant quick and delicate pecks over and over, along your mouth and then your cheeks, around your temples, down your jaw and along your throat. He kept going until you were a giggling, squealing mess beneath him. His hands fell to your waist and he gripped you against the couch, holding you hostage as he continued attacking you with his lips. “Okay, okay! Stop!” You finally broke your silence, your breathless voice coming out in begging pleads as his kisses and strong hands held you captive. He pulled back, his dark eyes now filled with a new expression. It was one you recognized, and hadn’t seen in a while. His gaze fell, trailing down your throat and along your chest, moving downwards until it fell yet again on the exposed, supple skin of your thigh. His jaw suddenly tightened, and his tongue left his mouth briefly to swipe across his bottom lip.
“Christ, (y/n). I really missed out, huh?” His eyes were still on your legs, and his left hand reached out to let the tip of his middle finger drag along the skin of your thigh. “Never seen this dress before,” he muttered, lowering his head to leave soft, hungry kisses, beginning at your knee and moving up until he reached the inner side of the open slit. He flicked his gaze up to your eyes. “You got all dressed up, just for me?”
“Mmm, really should’ve remembered our date, huh Lahote?,” You responded smugly, a smirk on your face as you took in the view of his slightly desperate expression. His eyes darkened suddenly at your words, and he moved his mouth up your body, leaving kisses wherever he could find skin. Between kisses, he murmured deeply against you, his hot breath sending waves through your core. “And what were you planning on us doing after this date, (y/n)?” His eyes shot up to your face now as he lowered his mouth down to the top of your thigh, letting his hot tongue slowly drag across the exposed flesh. You felt your face flush and your heart begin to thump harder in your chest. With his keen wolf senses, you knew he could likely hear the change in your heartbeat, and your fear was confirmed when a mischievous chuckle left his mouth.
“Mmm, yeah. That’s what I thought…,” He squeezed your thigh with his hand, the muscles in his forearm flexing, “That’s what this dress was for, huh? Is that what you’ve really been needing?” His tone was soft, his deep voice babying you, the way that only Paul knew how. He nipped softly at the flesh on your inner thigh, another rough groan escaping his lips.
You decided he didn’t get to be rewarded for his mistake so easily, and snapped your legs closed, crossing your arms over your chest and furrowing your brows. His eyes snapped up to your face, his expression darkening again. He tsked; shaking his head and scowling slightly at you. When you remained still, your arms crossed and your chin lifted in defiance, he narrowed his eyes. Then, his features softened, and he lifted his massive body so that he completely hovered over you. Heat radiated from him, and you secretly ached for him. You wanted him to lower himself down, so that all of him was touching all of you. You stared up at his face, which was now only inches from yours. He could read you like a book; he knew forgiveness came easily to you. There was no fooling him - you knew he was very likely seeing the want in your eyes. He leaned in slowly, resting his soft lips against yours tenderly. When he pulled back, he gazed at you lovingly, now going along with your feigned hesitation and apparently, full of remorse again. Oh, the games this man sure can play.
“Baby…,” he whispered, leaning in against your ear, his hot tongue swiping along the delicate skin below it.
“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. Can you forgive me?” His voice was rough, hunger for you laced throughout but with a tone that was now a beg, filled with a tangible desperation. You knew he’d do whatever it took to gain your forgiveness. And you were ready to let him beg for it for as long as you felt necessary.
A/N: I could totally go further with this. And perhaps, if I was asked nicely, I would 😏
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kieran-granola · 4 months
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Identity Porn AOB scenario in which alpha Roy and omega Jason work together but they don't know each other's real ID.
Jason has a massive crush on Arsenal but there's no way he's outing himself as an omega to anyone from the cape community. He'd rather pine. Meanwhile Roy is VERY bisexual and crushing hard on Red Hood... but he doesn't want to jeopardize their relationship with a one night stand, and he's not getting serious with anyone he's not sure he could introduce to his baby girl.
So, they both repress their feelings. They bury them deep deep into the dark recesses of their minds and stick to friendship.
...Then a hot single alpha dad moves into the flat next door to Jason's.
It's nothing serious at first. They're just neighbors. Then they start spending time together. They invite each other over for dinner, they help each other build furniture, they share tips about the neighborhood and go grocery shopping together. Stuff like that.
And the more they hang out together, the more they resonate... and both of them start to fall for each other in their civvies.
They hide it, of course. Jason because he doesn't want to expose an unsuspecting child to the risks that come with being a vigilante's stepkid, and Roy because he's pretty convinced he's totally out of the bombshell omega next door's league.
Then Roy's season comes around. He leaves Lian with Ollie and Dinah and holes up for his rut. He does his best to be a considerate neighbor. He spends a week alone, getting re-acquainted with his hands and humping his bed, smothering his growls into his pillows.
Unfortunately for Jason, despite Roy's efforts, the noise and smell of his rut carry. It wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience for anyone else, but Jason is already attuned to him, and that combination triggers a sympathetic heat.
This means that Roy comes down from his rut after a week — exhausted, missing his kid and just looking forward to denning down and sleeping — only to smell the last days of Jason's heat. Roy hears the desperate cries for pack that Jason just isn't able to suppress anymore after days of heat fever when he walks in front of his door on his way to go pick Lian up. His wires get crossed so bad because fuck, he wants this omega in his den with them, bracketing Lian with him, safe and comfortable instead of in pain and lonely... And so when Jason's heat ends, Roy awkwardly shows up to ask for a movie night with the three of them, just to soothe his need to comfort and protect.
Jason is like... he waited for the end of my heat to knock at my door AND he's offering platonic affection? With a PUP when Jason's paternal instincts are still raw from heat? Be still his beating heart.
Arsenal: "I won't be around for patrol on Friday. Don't miss me too much, yeah?"
Red Hood: "Don't worry, I won't even notice."
Arsenal: "Oh, I see. Let me get my Bat-translator... Yeah, I love you too, buddy."
Red Hood: "Fuck off. I meant that literally. I won't be patrolling either."
Arsenal: "Ooooh. Hot date?"
Red Hood: "Hotter than your dumb ass, that's for sure."
Anyway.
Lian falls asleep between them during the movie, and they stay cuddled up together for a while after, just enjoying the feeling of safety. Eventually, Roy puts her in bed, before offering Jason a drink.
Jason is more relaxed than he's ever been, and agrees. Roy gets them both a beer, and goes to sit at a respectable distance, but Jason holds him back by the wrist because, "C'mon, alpha, hold me? Those arms have gotta be good for something."
Roy blue screens for a second thinking of all the things he could do to the cheeky O on his couch before sitting down like, "If you're gonna objectify my arms, does that mean i have permission to talk about your thighs?"
"Only if you're offering to let me wrap them around your neck."
Roy bursts out laughing. "I don't know if you're threatening me with violence or if you're asking for head."
"Hmm..." Jason settles into Roy's arms. "I haven't decided yet. Ask me again when I'm done with that beer."
Despite Jason's brazenness, they don't fuck that night. Even after a few days of rest, they're both exhausted from their seasons and not actually up for anything. Instead, they fall asleep intertwined on the couch.
The next morning, Roy wakes up to Lian poking his cheek. He's surprised and disappointed when he realizes Jason isn't in his arms anymore, but he's also a bit relieved that Lian didn't catch them in an awkward position... And then he smells coffee and breakfast, and all of the negative feelings are replaced by affection and lust when he spots Jason cooking.
Fast forward to a week later. Roy begged the fam to babysit, and invited Jason out to dinner "to repay him for breakfast". They go to a restaurant and spend the whole meal flirting, then they both head home together. That's when the two of them fall into bed.
Sex with Jason is a lot wilder than Roy expected, and holy shit Jason's muscles definitely aren't for show... But hey! He's not complaining. Jason's pussy feels even sweeter after a bit of wrestling, and Roy is perfectly happy to get pinned down and ridden within an inch of his life if that's what his omega is looking for.
That is... Until he notices a VERY familiar scar that he remembers seeing when he was tending to one of Red Hood's wounds in the field.
Every single one of their interactions comes rushing back to him. Their camaraderie in the field, the fun they've had as civilians... It all flashes through his mind as he finally connects the dots and realizes how similar Red Hood and Jason are and why.
"You're Red Hood," Roy blurts out.
Jason frowns and slows his movements. "Seriously? Did you have to wait to be balls deep in my cunt to be delusional?"
"I'm not delusional. You're Red Hood. And I'm Arsenal."
"Is this a kink? Are you into rolepla—"
"Jason. I know that scar. I saw it when I stitched you up after Clayface threw you into that fucking piece of rebar."
Jason tenses, and goes still. Roy bites down a groan at the feeling. "How long have you known?"
"About 30 seconds."
"For real?" Jason growls low in his throat and makes a move to dismount. "And you couldn't have waited 10 minutes to have this conversation?"
Roy whines and holds him back by the hips. "In my defense, my brain isn't getting a lot of blood right now. Please don't stop, you feel amazing."
"...You're a fucking dumbass, Harper."
"Maybe, but I'm your dumbass. Come on, please—"
Jason snaps his teeth in annoyance and presses him down into the pillows by the shoulders. "Fine. But if you come before me, I will shoot you."
"Yessir."
By the time the two of them are sated and lying next to each other, Roy is feeling a little bit more normal about his discovery. It's an unexpected but not unwelcome development. They share a cigarette and talk about it, and they both agree to keep dating. There's nothing left to hide between them after all, and it's not like they can uncross the lines they blasted through in their civvies. Their friendship has already been changed. They just have to hope that it's been changed for the better.
(Years later, sitting next to each other at Lian's middle school graduation, they'll thank the Universe for pushing them together despite their hang-ups. Friends, lovers, husbands... their titles in each other's lives have changed over the years but one thing hasn't: the complicity and love they share are still as bright and warm as they were when they first learned to trust each other.)
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VOICEMAILS FROM IZUKU 'DEKU' MIDORIYA
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A/N:  various voicemails Deku has left you. They are meant to be scattered times throughout your relationship and they are not in order. He was a bit harder to do but I think I got him down pretty good. I did insert some crack energy because why not?
Warnings: a tiny bit NSFW, a little angst
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- "YYYY////NNNN! Its me, your uh - Deku. Boyfriend. You know. Uh...I'm bad at this. *distant voice, Deku pulling the phone away to talk to himself* geez can I be any more awkward? Why am I being weird? Just...don't...don't be weird *talks directly back into the speaker* So did you know that you always start walking with your right foot? *sound of phone being thrown followed by distant yelling* I went from weird to creepy! What is wrong with me?"
- "*sounds of TV interview of asshole hero that Deku doesn't like in the background* He doesn't deserve good sex."
- "Today has been a lot and right now my will to live is dependent on me being able to take a nap in your bed. Feel free to join me but if you wake me, I will burst into tears."
- "Did you decide what you want to do after graduation? I know you got a bunch of offers but....I'd do long distance if we needed to but I really don't want you to go but I also don't want you to give up any of your dreams for me. Its...It'd be temporary. Right?"
- "I walked out of the house with literally everything but my uniform bag. Can you bring my wallet and keys to the little café on the corner by the grocery store? I can meet you there. My patrol crosses through there. Please and thank you! Also please don't freak out about the black eye."
- " I know you are off in a different country right now and can't come to this event but I wanted to say I'm thinking of you and wish I was on your arm tonight. I like showing off with you. But your work is super important and I'm so proud of you. You are in my thoughts and I can't wait for you to come home so we can talk about all the things you did when you were away. I love you Alpha. *kissing sound*"
- "I was watching the video we recorded last night and pressing down on all my new bruises and marks and you need to come home as soon as possible because I'm being so....fucking....naughty. I think I need another spanking."
- "Alphhhhaaaaaa. Its 2am and yes I should be sleeping but I'm bloated and yeah its probably because I ate a lot at dinner but also, what if its cancer?"
- "*gives no context, deadpan voice* I have no idea what I'm doing."
- "I found the kids but I didn't find you? Where are you? Why....the house is a wreck. Where did you go? It's like you disappeared as soon as you got the intruder outside. There's...there no footsteps....no trail...no damage outside the house....what happened? Please Alpha. Call me back. Let me know where you are. I'll...I'll come get you. Please."
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starysky1289 · 2 months
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Alpha!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. Marked.
@707bot1 this is for you silly <3
Tw: GP, Pregnancy at the end
“ your total will be 57.55, cash or card? “
“ nothing is cheap these days! This so ridiculous, I got five things! “
You only sighed, instinctively fixing your uniform before returning your gaze to the older man.
“ sir, I understand. I’m with you, but I have no part in this raised prices. “
“ just take my money. I don’t know why I shop here anymore, when all they hire are sleazy omegas. “
The man angrily shoved 60 dollars in your hand. You silently handed him back his change and receipt, before leaving your register. You worked at this little convenience store for years, and you wanted to quit every single time you were there. But it kept a roof over your head and food on your table. That’s all you could ask for.
You clocked out from your shift, and made your way outside, throwing on a thick jacket. You rummaged through your pocket for your phone, quickly texting someone.
“ u wanna come pick me up, or are u to busy being a cop? “
“ very funny sweetheart. I’ll come grab ya and run ya home. “
You and Vanessa had been chatting for a while, after your…delightful session. She would always come and visit, she’d help you cook at home. She was amazing, so sweet and just so charming. You knew she was tryna make up for the mark.
Speaking off, it wasn’t as red and noticeable as when she left it. Yeah, it was right on your neck, but you could only see some indents if you looked close enough, and the marks were only a bit darker than your skin was.
You watched as the black and white patrol car pull up to you. You smiled, settling in on the passenger side of the car. Vanessa greeted you with a big smile and a gentle kiss to your cheek, before pulling out and driving you home.
“ how was work sweetheart? “
“ meh, nothing special. This guy called me a ‘ Sleazy Little Omega ‘ “
You could sees Vanessa eyes looking at you from the corner of her eyes, before back at the road. You knew she was protective of you, luckily she wasn’t there, she might of killed the guy if she was.
“ oh Vanessa don’t get all upset. It was nothing! I’ve been called worse. “
“ no one should be calling you anything. I hate it…”
You held onto her thigh, looking up at her. Vanessa chuckled, holding your hand onto her thigh.
“ you can always make me better baby….can i take you out tonight? Down to one of the bars downtown? “
“ a date, officer~? “
“ if that’s what ya wanna call it sweetheart. “
Vanessa had pulled into your apartment building lot, getting out quickly to open the door for you. You chuckled, stepping out and pulling her into a kiss.
“ so polite Vanessa…I’ll be ready by 8, how’s that? “
Vanessa smirked, kissing you again, and leaving a small kiss against your mark.
“ sound perfect beautiful…I’ll be here. I love you~ “
“ I love you too Vanessa…”
You walked up into your apartment, watching Vanessa pull out through your window. You two hadn’t really been a date, a real date. You quickly ran to your closet, digging through it to try and find a nice outfit for tonight. You wanted to be nice for her, only her. You were hers, no one else’s. She was your Alpha, only yours.
*~*
You stood outside your apartment, you wore a pale yellow dress with little flowers on the edges, your hair up in a little bun. You could see Vanessa car pull in, it was a blue Subaru cameri, she pulled up next to you, getting out of the car to open the door for you.
“ don’t you look stunning baby. I got you a little something, make sure nobody gets to close to you~ “
Vanessa quickly dug into her coat pocket, opening up a small box. She draped its content over your neck, and latched it together. It was a beautiful rose gold necklace, with small flower charms, and a letter V in the middle of it. You blushed, chuckling softly.
“ it’s beautiful Vanessa…oh thank you…”
“ I saw it and just knew you needed it…matches your dress…and that mark~ “
You shoved her playfully, sitting in the passenger seat. Vanessa made her was back around the car and into the drivers seat, pulling out of the lot, driving towards the town.
“ there’s a really nice bar downtown, but it’s a little..stinky? Good amount of alphas I mean, but you just stay by my side, I won’t let anyone hurt you baby. “
“ y-you promise Vanessa…? I don’t know…”
“ I swear baby. I won’t let anyone touch you. “
You held her open hand, squeezing it softly. She pulled into the parking lot, and you both stepped out of the car, taking Vanessa arm as she walked you on the sidewalk to the bar.
It seemed pretty dirty on the outside, but the inside was gorgeous. Birch wood walls and massive TVs showing different types of sports on each one. You and Vanessa walked up to the bar, taking open seats. The bartender walked up to you two, and you quickly slid over your IDs. He looked at them, and back at you, before sliding them back.
“ what will you two be having. “
“ just give me a old fashioned, what do you want y/n? “
“ oh uhm…just a water for now…”
The bartender nodded, turning around and working on fixing up the drinks.
“ just a water hun? You gotta have something. “
“ I’m just not crazy for drinking Vanessa…I’ll have a shot or two later. Why don’t you tell me about the rest of your day. “
You held Vanessa hand again, making small circles with your fingers. Vanessa chuckled, grabbing her drink as the bartender slid them over to you.
“ nothing to special unfortunately. I had to go check out that abandoned pizza place, Freddy fazbear’s, someone reported a break in. It was just a raccoon. How about you baby? Anything happen at home? “
“ no, just did some cleaning and put away the laundry. Finished reading that book though! It was really good. “
“ good, i knew you liked it. Here, watch my drink real quick, gonna run to to bathroom. Don’t talk to anyone, I’ll be right back, l swear. “
Vanessa kissed your forehead, hopping off the barstool and speed walking to the bathroom. You chuckled, drinking your water.
“ that girls bladder…”
You could hear footsteps behind you, not paying too much attention to them, simply scrolling through your phone. You only noticed something when someone sat beside you. It was a guy, he was tall, taller than Vanessa. He didn’t bother you too much, ordering a drink before he turned to you.
“ well, what’s a girl like you doing downtown this time of day? Without a boy either…”
His hand moved closer to yours, and you instantly scooted away. He chuckled, pulling the few strands of hair from your face with his big hand.
“ don’t touch me..”
“ Nonsense girly…pretty little omega…lemme take you home sweetheart…I’ll take care of you real good~ “
He quickly grabbed your hand, kissing it gently. You tried to pull away, looking to se sit anyone else was going to notice.
“ let me go! M-my…my girlfriends gonna be back any moment! She’ll kill you! “
“ what, that blonde? She’s probably just as slutty as an omega as you are..want me to get her too and we can have a three way baby~? “
Suddenly you felt him let go, and saw him get ripped out of his chair, thrown against a wall.
“ you wanna fucking touch my girl again? I’ll rip your hands off and shove them so far up your ass you’ll be shitting out fingers for months. Let me catch you go anywhere near her again and your dead, you hear me? “
The man tried to stand up, but Vanessa slammed him into the wall again, making sure to hit him straight in his nose. She panted, before turning back to you, her angered expression dropping as soon as she saw you.
“ oh y/n….im so sorry baby…let’s get out of here…”
Vanessa pulled you into her, hugging you gently. The whole bar is silent as Vanessa throws a few bucks on the counter and walks out with you on her side. You clung to her like a baby, and she held you close to her.
“ I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry y/n…I wasn’t even that long, that was stupid, I never should have taken you to this bar. Did he hurt you? “
“ h-he didn’t hurt me…just grabbed my hand..please don’t be upset at yourself Vanessa…it’s not your fault, not your fault at all nessa….”
She walked you to the car, opening the door and sitting you down in the passenger seat. She made her way to the drivers side, turning the car on and driving out.
“ Vanessa….”
“ yeah, baby? “
You looked out the window, before over at her. You could tell she was upset, not at you, at herself. She let you get hurt like that, she couldn’t forgive herself. You put your palm on her lap, smiling softly at her.
“ can we…go to your place? I think I’ll feel safer cuddling up with you in your bed..”
“ s-sure! Yeah that sounds g-great! “
You could see her blush lightly as she turned the car around. You hadn’t been to her place yet, she’d said she lived in a nice little house on the edge of town. You turned the radio on, keeping your hand on Vanessa leg, as she placed her open hand ontop it it, tracing circles on like you’d do to her.
It didn’t take long to get to the home, it was a pretty two story White House, she pulled into the garage and both of you got out, letting her lead you through the home. It was a gorgeous place, marbled floors and everything just looked so expensive.
“ you wanna eat something? I’ve got some tv dinners, left over pasta…”
Vanessa muttered, looking through her fridge. You slowly went up behind her, hugging her from behind, tightening your grip on her.
“ no…i just wanna cuddle…can we, please nessy…? “
“ heh..yeah, let’s go baby. “
Vanessa closed the fridge, leading you upstaires and into her room. It was decently sized, a large bed with plenty of bedding. You watched as she changed out of her fancy button up, looking through her dresser for a different shirt. You chuckled, waltzing up besides her.
“ you don’t need a shirt, it’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless before nessa~ “
“ if you say so princess, but you better loose yours too~ “
Vanessa teased, turning around to face you. You blushed at the sight of her shirtless, it still got you everytime. Her tits where the perfect size, you were practically hypnotized before snapping out of it.
“ Id just be nude at that point nessy. Not like the dress covers much. “
“ I wouldn’t mind that view baby~ “
Vanessa started to unbutton your dress. You leaned into her, kissing on her stomach and tits. You dragged your hands against there bulge.
“ Princess…your gonna make me do things you might regret later~ “
“ I don’t regret anything you’ll do to me Vanessa…”
She pulled you dress down, and pushed you into the bed. You quickly messed with her pants, quickly ridding her of them. Vanessa ran her fingers through your hair, smirking softly. She helped you remove her boxers, gawking at her dick.
“ you’ll be good for me right y/n? “
“ o-of course Vanessa…”
“ good…suck me off baby…”
You blushed, taking it in your hand. She held your head, and gently pushed you onto you. It gagged you slightly, and gently bobbed your head on it. You loved it, you loved how she kept you down there and taking her like a good girl.
“ l-look at you….taking me s-so..so well…fuck y-y/n…”
Vanessa whined as she pushed your head down farther, her moans grew louder as she started to thrust into your mouth, using it like another toy.
“ fuck..I-I’m gonna…fuck baby~! “
She shoved in fully, and you could feel her cum spurt down your throat. Your eyes crossed as you gagged, and she slowly pulled out, panting slightly.
“ swallow baby…”
You nodded, swallowing back her load, and opening your mouth back up to show her you did. She chuckled, pinnning you down and tossing your panties to the side. You felt her run her dick through your folds, as she kissed you your body, worshipping every inch of your skin.
“ v-Vanessa please…I-i need you so bad…I-i…I need you to breed me..I need my alpha to fucking use me~ “
“ f-fuck…I’m gonna stuff you so full of my pups you won’t be able to move baby…god I love you~ “
With a swift hump, she thrusted into you. You let out a whine of pleasure as she kept her steady pace, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around her, keeping her close to you.
“ this pussy’s so good baby….so addictive…fuck..take me harder…”
She slammed into you harder, holding your hands above your head as she passionately kissed you. You moaned into every kiss, feeling yourself get closer every moment.
“ V-Vanessa!! I-I need to cum please! P-please let me cum nessa! “
Vanessa was lost in you, absolutely drunk off your pussy. She looked down at you, you could almost see her eyes dilate as she quickly bent down and bit hard on the opposite side of your neck, sucking on it and burrying her teeth in you.
“ your mine…my p-pretty little omega…now you have twice as much proof that I’m true…”
You cried out at the pain, that only made her fuck you harded. You could feel her knot start to swell, as she kissed you deeply once again.
“ c-cum….for me pretty…c-cum for me while I stuff you full of my cum..b-baby…”
“ V-Vanessa~!! “
You let out one more cry as she slammed into you, feeling her knot lock into you. You whined as you came around her cock, feeling her shoot her ribbons of cum into you. She pushed herself in just a bit deeper, you couldn’t tell if it was to feel you better or to keep her cum in you. She collapsed to your side, helping you adjust so you both were comfortable on the bed.
“ o-oh god….”
“ y/n…y-you where..amazing…”
You chuckled, kissing her lips gently, playing with her loose blonde locks with your open hand.
“ your one to talk baby…I love you Vanessa…..would you…be my mate..? “
Vanessa eyes widened, before softly smiling, kissing you again, holding you close.
“ I’d love to be your mate…do I still get to take you out to dinner? “
“ as long as it’s not a bar, you can take me anywhere Vanessa…”
*~*
It has been two month sense you and Vanessa had become ‘ mates ‘. Truth be you were still dateing, but you didn’t care, she was yours. You had moved in with her, and were busy being a little house wife for her.
Vanessa was at work currently, you desperately waited for her to come home. For these two months, you’ve been feeling awfully sick in mornings, and odd pains in your stomach. You finally ripped the bandage and went to get a test, and..well..
“ y/n’! I’m home on lunch baby! Where’s my girl! “
You quickly got up from the couch, running up to her and hugging her tightly. Soft tears were already forming at your eyes.
“ nessy…I have news..”
“ what is it- oh baby what’s wrong! “
She lead you back to the couch, holding you tightly. You cleared your throat, holding her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.
“ Vanessa….you know I’ve been feeling weird…”
“ yeah? Are you ok?? “
“ yes yes I’m fine…well…I went and got a test..Vanessa…”
You pulled out the small white plastics stick from your pocket, putting it in her hand. There was a small plus on the screen.
“ I’m pregnant, Vanessa. “
You could see her face drop, not from despair, but from shock. She looked back up at you, and the screen, before squeaking, pulling you into a tight hug.
“ oh baby!! My baby’s got a baby! I’m gonna be a mom!! I love you y/n. I love you so so much y/n. “
“ oh nessa, I love you too!! “
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mskenway97 · 2 months
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I had this in mind for some time and some ideas made me think about this story. It takes place during the course of the 'Alpha/Omega' episode of transformers prime after Optimus lost the Star Saber.
Tfp Optimus Prime x Fem!human!reader
I will stay
Words: 1,576
Summary: You haven't heard from your guardian for days, when you got the news from Jack that a new weapon had been discovered. You decided to stop by to see why he wasn't talking to you like before to discover a side of him you didn't know.
Warning: angst, sorrow, g/t content, g/t confort fluff
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You knew something wasn't right, ever since he came back with his memory restored. Something was keeping you upset, you felt that he had put up a wall that you couldn't get through. That didn't happen before. You met him by chance bad timing, a detour home several Vehicons and a big robot of almost 30 ft. Since then he had taken care of you, as Ratchet refused to be the guardian, plus you were older than the children on the base to your surprise. You befriended them, but you were always intrigued by Prime, and little by little you were able to talk about various things. Seeing what caught his attention… Apart from the popular culture books of Earth and what I was dedicated to. Partly little by little you began to fall in love with this metallic giant, his kindness, his concern, his dedication to the Earth. To feel safe among his servos, or to sit on his shoulder while he worked, little details that mattered a lot to you. But at the same time they made you feel helpless, helping Miko and Raf was easy. Engaging Ratchet in conversation was a challenge. Understanding Bumblebee was a challenge. But you tried because you wanted to get to know them better. Everything started to change since Unicron showed up, the day Optimus left… Those were the worst days for you, you didn't know how much you needed him… the sound of his voice, the touch of his finger when he stroked your hair…
He came back to you but interactions started to be more limited, he would pick you up from work: Arcee or Bulkhead. Only Ratchet stayed at the base…. That made you feel partly miserable, you knew he had great work, great responsibility but at the same time you wanted to help him. That he just didn't show that stoic side to all the people. But you were only a small human, between a war of enormous titans. You could only stand by and watch, you wished you could do more, could help more. But you were just an ant in comparison…. You wished at least to see him smile, at least just once… If only you could comfort him, do something. You would do anything. This was eating you up more and more. Until the deadline came when Jack started telling you about a new weapon the autobots had found: Star Saber, it seemed they had an advantage to win, at least something that looked like they would win the war once and for all. That day you left work late at night, but you knew Optimus would be at the base, so you called Ratchet for a groundbridge. You watched with all the joy in the world. Until you saw Ratchet's long faces, the others were patrolling. You didn't understand what was going on until you saw a weapon completely destroyed.
-Ratchet, what happened? - you asked as you climbed the stairs. Ratchet sighed as he looked at the command center - Star Saber was destroyed, Megatron found a way to create his own Star Saber with Dark Energon.
-How is this possible? Solus Prime's forge can only be used by one.
-Megatron found a way… Optimus fought against him, with some injury but he will be
-Damage?! - you said as Ratchet tried to calm you down.
-He's fine. You should go home… Something in you jumped, you were sick of having to leave, of having to be pulled back - No, not this time. I'm going to talk to him. Don't even think of stopping me - you said seriously as you walked down the hallway without listening to Ratchet's words to reason with you. You moved quickly down the long hallway to get to Optimus' room, you didn't think, you acted on pure instinct and emotion. You wanted to know how he was doing, he didn't care if he tried to kick you out, he wasn't going to back down too. you weren't going to leave him behind, you weren't going to give up anymore. You tried knocking on the huge door to see that it wasn't locked, which surprised you since Optimus was always careful with his room and his secrets. He hadn't let you in either due to various reasons that the autobot leader always made an excuse for. Then you walked in to see around a room that had a huge desk, next to a bed, what appeared to be a pile of datapads on the desk table. You stood admiring the place, as you looked like a little doll or toy as you walked around. The door behind you closed, you jumped in fright. Then you saw Optimus, he seemed to be leaning on his bed. At least you had a fix on him, the problem was how to get to him.
It was not easy for you to get to the bed but with a lot of patience you climbed up one of the bed spreads, you approached carefully so that he would not crush you when he moved, you were in front of his face about to wake him up but you noticed on his face in his optics rather, there was something blue liquid. Biologically, humans and cybetronians were not so different… He was crying… You approached him carefully as you touched his faceplate, it felt cold but at the same time you heard a small engine noise, you saw that he opened the optics slowly to see your face so close to him. You thought he was going to refuse or push you away, you were about to respond but contrary to what you thought, his servo grabbed you to pull you to his chest and place you close to his spark. He was stroking your back with his other servo, feeling a great warmth but you shook your head at what you initially came for. This bot had great skill in reading your mind, he already knew why you were here.
-You were worried about me… I am sorry for my absence these days, little one. Matters have led me into situations to keep you and the rest safe. You clenched your fist, a little clenched your jaw, I was doing it again….
-Don't do it… Optimus was confused to hear you - Pardon?
-Don't you dare hide how you feel in front of me, I know you're trying to protect me…. But what matters to me is how you feel, don't you dare say it's not important, war is important. You are distancing yourself from everyone…
-Little girl, I…
-Don't you dare do this alone… When Unicron arrived you disappeared. I thought you really left - you said trying to keep your tone of voice without tears - You walked away, I don't care if it's for my protection, I don't care how many times you try to push me away, I will stay… I will not leave here - you said determinedly as you looked at the optics. There was a deafening silence between the two of you, you looked at each other with determination that your words, then you felt his arms around you squeezing you a little you felt him leaning you to his chassis. You looked at his optics to see the tears coming back to him.
The burdens of a leader are something I must keep, I stayed away for your protection. I may win some battles others I may lose them with quite a few consequences: the Star Saber, Raf's life was close too…. If it hadn't been Raf… - he said as he lifted me up to look at you better - and if it had been you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself…. The words the giant had said had hit hard in your heart, as he wrapped his servos around you as if to protect you from the world -… I can't lose you like that - he said in a low voice. That made a little more of a dent in you, but you moved closer to his face, leaned gently to his cheek as you saw that his optics were focused on you.
-I know, that's how I've been feeling these days too…. I don't want to lose you like this either.
You gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, which had the effect of sounding her engines a little as she squeezed you a little closer in her servos, you felt her nuzzle to you. You had missed these interactions so much, you had missed her too much.
-Next time, try talking to me. I know I can't share your burden, but I'll listen to you as long as it takes - you said as she put you back closer to her chassis but closer to her spark.
-I will try for you. And I will never leave you alone again - he said as you felt a big pulse of sparkle warm you up a little. That was all you needed to hear, you stayed like that for a while longer as words were not needed at that moment. Maybe when things calmed down you would tell him how you really felt about him. Just feeling his company, though, was all you needed. Maybe one day you would manage to get a smile out of him. But little by little, you felt him close your eyes to fall asleep near his chassis. Feeling at peace at last… Next to him.
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omega-floof · 6 months
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Omegaverse Music
Knot Rock- Alpha centric sex music about sexual relations with Omegas with hazy consent rules, mostly popular in the 1970s and 1980s but had chart success into the 1990s
Omega pop- fluffy, sugary, love and platitudes, bubblegum pop music made to appeal to unmated Omegas and beta females, popular from the late 90s onwards
Omega punk- heavy, hard hitting, tied heavily to Omega Rights Movements, although fairly recent affairs, the oldest bands being from the 80s, the songs are some of the few that emphasise consistent consent and the Omega POV
Soft Rock- a more alpha centric version of the progressive and fluffy songs of the 2000s, popularised by the “in the Heat of the Game” movies
Nova Dancehall- a more traditional reaction to Omega punk by traditionalist Omegas and more rarely Alphas
Knot Country- rough, rocky, but far more traditional in sound and message than Omega punk, Soft Rock, or even Knot Rock in some cases
Pub Rock- like Nova Dancehall, but for Alphas specifically, and older, being from the 70s originally, but revived in the 90s as a reaction to Omega punk and pop, but also as a kinder gentler Knot Rock
Novelty pop Rock- silly nonsense to entertain pups and Omegas, really popular in America in the 1950s and 60s, but mega popular elsewhere in the world throughout time, some getting more than one hit in certain places (like James Blunt’s creepy ass IRL, or Snow Patrol or the Proclaimers, who both got far more mileage than expected in their native UK than in the US, or even Bobby Darin, hit machine in America, forgotten everywhere else)
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