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mysticmunson · 1 year

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here’s an idea i’d love to see you bring to life if it peaks your interest: alpha eddie and omega reader where it’s soon after they presented so her heat isn’t regulated yet and they are on a school trip or weekend away or something semi public like that and she gets her heat and obviously attracts the attention of other alphas in the school/area and he has to keep her safe/save her from said unruly alphas who want to mate her and he gets super protective and all strong alpha she’s mine vibes, that’s my thought, hope you like it xx

camp trails (alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader)

authors note: hi babes! thank you for the request, i love this idea and am a total simp for protective tropes. i have a small headache atm so i whipped this up fairly quickly, but i hope you enjoy! feedback and requests and welcomed :)

warnings: violence, sexual themes (18+)

The yearly trip to the camp grounds became mandatory for seniors this semester, making all the students dread the weekend afoot. Eddie had tried to wager with the teachers to allow him to drive himself, but he may have been the last person they would’ve allowed that to.

The bus came to a screeching halt, catapulting the unguarded students to the seat in front of them, a sequence of groans following. The doors swung open, greeted by the rural spring air that blew in as they made their way out.

Eddie grabbed your hand, walking out with you to observe his surroundings, nose scrunching at the cabins and broad lake. The water glistened with small ripples, some stray leaves floating on top with moss on the sides.

“Alright, line up!” Mr. Richmond hollered, diverting the attention to the man on top of the wooden block. A woman and a man stood on each side, wearing shirts with the camp's logo on it in teal font. The bag slung over your shoulder itched the bare skin there, shifting your shoulders uncomfortably.

There was a silent attendance being taken, the clipboard slotted in Mr. Richmond’s hands, a pen between his fingers as his eyes scanned the sea of 18 and 19 year olds, and one 20 year old with long brown hair.

“Now, we’ll go ahead and put our things away. Girls, you’ll be with Miss Carrie in the left cabin.” He instructed, the petite blonde waving, “And boys, you’ll be with Mr Anthony in the right cabin.”

Separating, you wandered into the spacious wooden chamber, choosing a bottom bunk near the door. Robin snagged the bed above yours, spraying some extra perfume on and running her hand through her short hair.

The other girls joked about what beds they would own for the night, giggling and teasing one another, making you smile. Since presenting, you spent a lot of time with Eddie, which you adored, but sometimes being surrounded by feminine energy was refreshing. The tug on your hand that sent you walking snapped you from your daze, Robin yanking you to her side as she laughed at your aloofness.

Joining the other students by the waterside, you felt lingering eyes on you while yours trained on the small snails going between the blades of debris. Crouching down, you sat gingerly on the damp grass, Robin joining beside you with less grace and a huff.

“Wonder how long it’ll be before a meathead starts a fight?” She pondered, glancing at the boys who were throwing around a football, their varsity jackets hung on a tree branch.

“At least we’ll get some entertainment.” You shrugged, plucking a small yellow flower from the unkept grounds, putting it behind your friend’s ear. She rolled her eyes, a pink flush coming across her cheeks nonetheless.

More students trickled out, bringing boomboxes and blankets, trying to make the most of this unwilling vacation. The squeak of combat boots came from behind you, glancing back to see your boyfriend, sitting and pulling you against his body.

Robin fake gagged, now used to this behavior from the two of you, but choosing to see where Vicky had run off to. Leaning against his shoulder, the heat was radiating off his black shirt, his arms not covered in jackets for once due to the warm air.

“Can’t believe we have to stay in separate rooms.” He complained, a pout on his lips that you desperately wanted to kiss away.

“I know, but it’s school rules and it’ll just be a night.” You assured, patting his thigh through his black jeans, noticing the way his muscles relaxed.

Meals were provided, just some sandwiches and chips, while a snack table did remain stocked. You sat with Eddie, Robin, and Vicky, sharing your joint disdain for the trip entirely. There was peace in knowing others were suffering in a similar fashion, not wanting to be the odd one out.

Separate pockets of students began ways to occupy themselves, Eddie joining a card game with fellow nerds and you went to paint with some of the other girls on the other part of the land. Unwarranted nerves pooled in your stomach, attributing it to being away from home, focusing on the task at hand instead.

Dipping a thin paint brush into the small jar of water that was now murky with blended colors, you began a simple skyline, adding unrealistic clouds of white. The girls around you were within arms reach, sat on the same tattered blanket, but somehow they couldn’t feel farther.

The inescapable loneliness that followed presenting wasn’t something you expected, but you were one of the first omegas in your year, something that made you different. It wasn’t easy to explain the alterations that came with presenting, both mentally and physically, causing a silent divide to your peers.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk.” You announced, tilting your head towards the walking trail ahead, dim lights illuminating it. They affirmed nonchalantly, going back to their art and discussing which boy the thought would present next.

Stray fireflies joined you on your journey, tightening your jacket around your frame as a stick broke under your sneakers. Spotting a garden snake slithering by in the bushes, you smiled at how it reminded you of Eddie and his infatuation with reptiles. He was the type of kid to read books about the scaly creatures, knowing which were poisonous or harmless.

While he had been your best friend for many years, the newfound deeper connection made you feel conjoined. It felt odd to be away from him for too long, wanting to hear every detail of his day, from what shaving cream he used to what song he listened to in the car.

The sharp pain targeted your lower abdomen again, wincing as your eyes screwed shut. Your breath quickened as the air seemed to grow warmer, a sweat breaking as you looked around, until you felt a dampness under your dress.

All senses were replaced with fear and need, sitting on an old tree stump with your legs pulled to your chest. Your heat had just come 2 weeks ago, convincing yourself this must be a false one, but all the symptoms were analogous to those.

“Hey there.” You heard a low voice, seeing a boy from your English class named Jackson, sauntering closer. “Did you get lost?”

You remained silent as you remembered he had just presented as an alpha, having missed the beginning of the month for it. As if on cue, the sound of leaves crunching brought two more new alpha’s, Luke and Noah.

Gulping, you stood up, toying with the bottom of your dress as your eyes turned glossy. The slick was pooling in your underwear at this point, knowing it couldn’t be long till it trickled down your leg, squeezing your thighs in a pointless attempt to gain control.

“Need some help, gorgeous?” Luke smirked, inhaling deeply as he managed to walk you back into the large oak tree, birds shuffling out from the bundles of leaves. Instincts kicked in as you bolted, hoping to find an easy exit with the boys hot on your tail, yelling.

Meanwhile, Eddie had been engrossed in a game of poker when he smelt it, the hairs on his arms standing straight up as he tried to shake it off. Figuring it had to be another student, he finished the round, huffing at his loss of a smuggled can of beer.

The girls you had joined to paint with were walking to the cafeteria table, setting them to dry as he approached, questioning where you were as he didn’t even spot an extra canvas.

“She went for a walk, some boys went after her a few minutes ago because it was getting dark.” Tasha quipped, lighting a dusty candle on the table, illuminating the glossy artwork.

His feet went quicker than his mind as he cursed to himself, heart plummeting at the fear you were alone, stopping at the payphone to tell Jeff to take his car and Gareth to drive his van over and head back in Jeff’s. The trail was bigger than he thought, leading to various points in the park, trying to depend on his inclinations.

Avoiding the designated trail, he chose the unruly woods within it as he tried to find a shortcut. As each footprint was ingrained in the dirt, his indignation for this trip and scenario further solidified.

His movement was stopped when he heard a sharp yelp, sprinting despite the restrictive denim on his legs and weight of his boots. Once back on the trail, he kept his eyes peeled in all directions with clenched fists. The scent was more poignant now, knowing it was you who it belonged to, making his fear grow alongside the anger.

The sound of struggle carried through the trees before he finally found you, a peer with his arms wrapped around your waist with restricted arms as the other two tried meaningless attempts to calm you.

“Hey!” Eddie shouted, stomping over with such feverishness that the boy's all looked towards him, feeling the grip around you tighten, “Put her down.”

“Or what? I think the lady needs help, finders keepers, freak.” Noah sneered, standing in front of the boy who held you, but his powerful stance didn’t last long as a punch landed on his right cheek.

Another set of hands grabbed the back of Eddie’s collar, but the pure protective fury burning made him quickly turn and punch the other one down too. He put his hands around the neck of the one holding you, the man beginning to yell.

While these boys could take a hit, they saw the blind rage in Eddie’s eyes, not wanting to discover what he was capable of. It was one of the only perks about being the town freak, you were infamous enough to be gossiped about, but outlandish enough to be whatever you needed to be in the moment.

“Try that shit again with her or any other girl and I will make you an early grave.” He gritted as they clutched their afflictions, “She is my fucking omega and if you even look in her direction, I will make your life a living hell.”

The boys looked bewildered as he turned around, wondering if he’d freak out again on them, but his focus was on you, rushing you away.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, seeing how your focus was on your direct eyesight before you, not wavering to any other location. The tremble in your hands as he grabbed it only increased the farther you got to the exit.

Wordlessly scooping you in his arms, you finally allowed yourself to cry, the saltiness traveling down your cheeks and to your lips. Everything became muffled as you descended into your own headspace, embracing Eddie’s aroma that felt more prevalent than ever.

Unbeknownst to you, Robin rushed towards you both as Eddie asked for her to grab your bag. Seeing the sternness on his features and your fragile state, she complied without witt, rushing to the cabins.

Grateful to have called the boys, the keys to his own van were set on his bunk as he raced in, glad to not see any classmates. Quickly grabbing his bag, he marched over to his prized possession, yanking open the door to put you down. Robin came running with your own things, tossing it into the back seat and mentioning how she’ll inform a teacher on where you went.

“You gotta let go, baby. I just need to walk to the other side.” He consoled, trying to ease your placement from his neck, “Good girl.”

He jogged over, your frame already condensed into a ball, laying on your side with a slant due to the seatbelt. Kicking the car on, he tried obeying as many laws as he could consider, but his main focus was getting you somewhere safe.

He gave you his nightshirt from his bag, letting you simulate a nest until returning to the trailer park. A calming hand stroked your back lovingly, hushing your sounds of discontentment.

The arrival didn’t register in your brain until you were being tossed on Eddie’s blue sheets, eyes opening wide to take in your surroundings for a brief moment until his lips were on yours.

The taste on his tongue would never lose its power on you, feeling like you were discovering the eighth wonder of the world every time it trailed against your skin, making you come to peace with the safety created by him in the world of just the two of you.

“You’re my girl, my omega, I’m never going to let anyone hurt you.” He whispered, kissing your blazing skin as he undid your clothes, undoing any barrier you had internally with his words.

While each heat was overwhelming, there were always moments that brought you into a version of purgatory, not feeling neutral or spacey, or grounded. An area within our galaxy where you both were the only inhabitants, aliens to the outside world, but making perfect sense within them.

The language you conversed in belonged to your bodies, unable to process the communication outside of those times, finding your bodies knew each other long before your meeting years ago. You wondered if this feeling was common with every mating pair, but as you looked into his doe-brown eyes, you knew there was no way a world could be so cruel if they felt like this at least once in their lifetime.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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ohhhh i really like things like submission (sub!reader), omega!reader, some really light stuff like that, u know...? maybe with big boys like benkei, taiju, hanma, takeomi (💀), shinichiro and south 🥺🥺

Playing With The Big Boys (Part 1) : Keizo Arashi/ Takeomi Akashi/ Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader

an omegaverse! fic wherein the boys teach you a lesson and tame you in their own special way. Shuji Hanma, Shinichiro Sano and South Terano will be in part 2 along with anyone else you all want!

wc: 1k

tw: smut

masterlist

Keizo Arashi - Alpha

"Head up that hill."

Sweat pours down your back as you grumble, taking the fifty or so steps up the hill with only your water bottle to accompany you. Keizo is right behind you - probably to make sure that you don't turn around and take off - and his face is grim. "Being an Omega isn't all fun and games."

"I never said it was."

"Keep talking," Keizo grunts. "I'll make you go back down the trail and then come back up." You stifle your grumbling and continue up the steep incline, taking a drink of water every so often.

When you finally make it to the top, you're enclosed by a few tall trees, and the trail disappears entirely.

"What now?" you wonder, turning to face Keizo. The Alpha steps forward and takes your hips in his hands, smirking.

"Now, you get your reward for making it up here."

You never thought having sweaty, messy sex would be enjoyable, but the thrill of potentially being caught fucking your mate in the woods heightens your pleasure. Keizo dominates you from above, his balls slapping against your pussy while he drives into you. "Good girls get rewarded," he repeats, holding your wrists in one of his hands. "You like this, little Omega?"

You keen softly, angling your hips upward and meeting him thrust for thrust. "I'm gonna squirt," you hiss, and suddenly, the memory of all the water you'd consumed returns to you.

"Perfect," Keizo replies, picking up his speed. "Want you to squirt all over me, pretty girl." You can only hold out for so long before your release, shivering as your squirt drenches Keizo's lower half. Keizo grunts and coos at you, the sound adding to the sloppy sucking sounds of your pussy being entirely ruined by his cock. He cums a moment later, not wasting a single drop as he buries his cock inside you.

When your breath and sanity have returned, Keizo slowly unfurls himself from you but still lets his cock remain inside. "We'll wait for my knot to go down," he murmurs, huffing softly as he nuzzles your neck and kisses your lips. "You did so good for me. I'm proud of you."

Takeomi Akashi - Beta

Takeomi hates coming home tired. Work drains the life out of him, but it's even worse when he's looking forward to spending time with you but worn out from the day's events.

"You can't cancel our night again," you pout, eyebrows furrowed. "You hate being mated to me, don't you?" When you place your little hands on your hips, Takeomi wants to throw you over his shoulder and just ravage you - it's stupidly cute. But he doesn't even have the energy to do that.

"Baby, let's reschedule for--"

"No!" You storm off, going to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut. When Takeomi finds the strength to approach the door, he finds it quite locked.

"Y/n," he grunts. "Open the door."

"No."

Takeomi sighs and rattles the doorknob. "You're acting like a child."

"That's fine." A long, pained groan comes from his throat, and Takeomi does the one thing he swore he'd never do. With a swift kick, he busts the door down and sees you huddled on the bed, your face still scrunched into a frown.

"You want date night?" Takeomi wonders, snatching the sheets off of you. "I'll give you date night." You're yanked to the edge of the bed by your legs, your mouth open to rebuke him, but you're quickly silenced by his hand slipping into your underwear. You don't fight back - you don't even seem to want to - when he fiddles with your clit, his fingers rubbing it just the way you like it.

Your face goes slack, and you relax into the mattress and spread your legs further. Takeomi takes your cue and slips a finger into your soaking wet cunt, swiftly adding another to accompany it. "Didn't tell me you're all worked up," Takeomi murmurs lustily in your ear.

"I just need you tonight," you whisper back, and Takeomi's tiredness dissipates. He pushes your underwear down around your ankles and flips your nightgown up. "Please, Omi..."

"Want me like this?" he asks, undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to the floor. As he steps out of them, you nod, looking back into his green eyes and humming softly. "Okay, okay. I'll take care of you, yeah? I'll make sure you get what you need."

Taiju Shiba - Alpha

Taiju's growls are never soft or kind. They indicate possession, displeasure, or frustration. All of which he's experiencing right now.

You're against the wall as he sniffs you, his eyebrows pushed together as he susses out the other scents on your body. "Who have you been with today?" One of Taiju's hands snakes up to your neck, and you whimper at the feeling of his fingers against your skin.

"Just the girls and--"

"I smell another Alpha on you." You inhale sharply.

"No, I haven't been--"

Taiju's eyes look at you with curiosity. "No other alphas?"

"No, I swear it." Taiju's lips curl into a smile.

"I knew you'd be good for me." His hands roam over your bare legs and up to your skirt, where he carefully pushes your panties aside and strokes your slit. "Always so submissive and sweet. You'd never let another man touch you, hm?"

"Never," you affirm, parting your legs for him a little. He hooks a hand around your thigh and brings it up around his waist. Fingers dance around your clit and slip into your pussy eagerly, then curl against your soft spot.

Taiju is silent as he works you up for him, listening intently to your moans and pants with pleasure. And this is your perfect scenario: you, pressed against a wall while Taiju Shiba, pack Alpha, makes you cum over and over again.

"You're so loyal," the man whispers against your hair. "And so perfect for me."

"Tai," you pant, biting your bottom lip. "I'm gonna cum."

"Good," he replies, quickening his fingers and making you cry out. "Want you nice and wet for me when I fuck you."

"Tai, please," you whine, and he chuckles low in his throat, pressing his other hand against your throat a little more.

"I'll give you what you want," he whispers. "And then I'll breed you like the good girl you are."

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flyingcakeee · 3 months

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Guys, Williams is such a cunty team. Like, if you go to Williams, you've either served cunt before or you're going to end up serving cunt.

Let's look with people currently at Williams:

James Vowles. Now, hear me out, James radiates dad energy but he also radiates a massive cunty energy.

Like, sir, who said you can look like that? Who said you call pull off the two different blues and the orange-reddish shorts? And they're hugging the thighs😩

Who's upset you that you have to serve this much, Mr. Vowles? Hands on the rails and hips back, power stance honestly. James just embraced the cuntiness of Williams.

Next, Alex Albon. Go figure, but cmon, he definitely serves cunt.

Alex has his hips up and ready for everything coming.

The iconic ✌️ but look at his hips guys. Who told Alex to peace out while serving, we may require more 😔

Alex serves 24/7, like, I'd like to be as cunty while reading emails about rumors of me leaving my team🙄. And the cup of tea? Whatever he's going through, he's excused of any bad behavior.

Now we get Logan Sargeant, the frat boy serving as much cunt as he can.

Excuse me, Mr. America, but you can't be serving at a time like this. Logan makes being so disappointed in himself be cunty.

Logan stares at the camera like he's looking into my soul. His pose, the outfit, his smile, everything radiates cunt. He would easily bear his neck like the omega he is.

Only Logan Hunter Sargeant would hang his ass out of a monster truck for the entire world to see and post it on his socials with the caption "Everything is bigger in Texas" as if we aren't supposed to assume it's your ass? I pray you get more drivers too follow you so you can influence them to be cunty as well.

Now we go to our academy drivers but specifically two of them because they're over 18 and I'm not tryna do anything here. In the academy, they were taught to serve and maybe they still do.

To start with, Franco Colapinto. What do they feed the race car driving men of Argentina to allow them to serve this much cunt?

Trophy in one hand, the other hand on his hip. Served in the race and he serves in general as well, what more could you ask for?

Zak O'Sullivan also embraces his cunty energy from being in a Williams branded race suit.

We can only assume how much cunt O'Sullivan is giving that camera. Probably more than enough so it's hard for fight the cunt energy rumors.

Anyways, it's 23:30 where I'm at and I'm going to do more tomorrow because there's so much cunt from Williams I'm going to have to make a 3 hour long YouTube video analysis on the cunt energy.

#formula 1 #f1 #logan sargeant #alex albon #james vowles #franco colapinto #zak o'sullivan #I'm sleep deprived my bad guys

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babbygirlblues · 2 years

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The One Chance - part iii

i.e. the unintended part ii of part ii

Summary: Before your father sets you up with a mate, you ask Natasha to be your first time. She jumps at her one chance to be with you, her best friend and the omega she’s been in love with for years.

Alpha!Nat & Omega!Reader

Prologue [Part i] [Part ii]

Warnings: oh god i'm so embarrassed, cunnilingus, size kink, soft+rough sex, loss of virginity, knotting. 3.7K

18+ MINORS DNI

You laugh at her stunned demeanour.

“I’ve never heard you swear so much.” You tease her.

She chuckles and nods, “Melina says it’s poor form for a girl to swear.”

“I like it that you have a clean mouth,” You say, “Although I have to admit, you sound very hot

when you curse.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” You nod, “Especially in Russian.”

“Russian ay?”

“Hmmhm.”

She starts to spin you around to the bed.

“Then perhaps you’d like to hear me say, полежать (lie down).”

Totally oblivious to the meaning of her words, you wiggle your eyebrows and giggle at her faux seriousness as she puts on a Russian accent.

“Hmm I like the sound of that.”

She helps you down onto the bed and you inch your way up to the pillow, distracted by the way she climbs up after you.

“Or ты хорошо пахнешь (you smell good).” She says, her palms heavy on the mattress of either side of her legs.

“That’s good.” You smile.

“I could also say, Я украл твою любимую ручку.”

“That’s a long one.” You murmur, looking up at her from your pillow, “What does it mean?”

“I stole your favourite pen.”

You gasp, “The thin black one?”

“Yeah.” She grimaces guiltily, “I’m sorry!”

You slap her playfully on the shoulder, “Hey! I’ve been looking for that.”

“I’m gonna give it straight back.” She insists.

“You better!”

The playful energy dies down and the room grows quiet with sexual tensions that surges as you look into each others eyes.

“Are you ready?” She whispers.

“Yeah, I think so.” You reply quietly, careful not to disturb the silence, “You?”

“Definitely.” She nods with a small smile.

She sits up onto her heels between your legs and drags her hands down your stomach until they press into your lower stomach and her fingertips tease along the band of your pants. She runs a soft line back and forth, to the tip of one hip bone before gliding down to your belly button and back up to the other.

Little bumps rise on your skin and it makes you shiver at the sensitivity she’s building up with her gentle touch. Your anticipation for more grows heavy in your bones, when you start to shift restlessly she teases under the band of your pants and you nudge her further. Confident fingers pop the button on your jeans and she has to tug roughly to get the tight material over your ass and down your thighs. Your breasts sway as she tugs you along the sheets with the jeans and you giggle as she pulls you off the pillow. You kick them off when she reaches your ankles and Natasha comes crawling back up the mattress.

She reaches around your back for your bra strap and fumbles with it against your skin.

“Sorry,” She huffs and an endearingly bright red flush consumes her cheeks. You stifle your laugh and press a soft kiss to the heated skin before easily flicking the clasp open behind your back.

She helps you pull the strap down over your shoulder, following the material over your skin with her lips. She trails a wavy line of wet kisses over your collarbone and down to suck a circular line of marks around the swell of your breast, avoiding your nipple in a way that drives you crazy.

“F-f-fuck,” You whimper as her lips finally close around your nipple and she sucks the sensitive nub gently into her mouth.

Her lips wander as she presses kisses through the valley of your breasts, over your sternum, and she starts to reach the soft skin of your stomach.

“Nat, nat, nat,” You call for her, clasping her under her arms, “I’m ready, please.”

“Can I taste you first?” Her hand floats over your sex and it makes you too nervous to think about her down there. You’ve never even let yourself fantasise about it.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” You tell her and give her another anxious tug upwards.

“Okay,” She surrenders, “Ok.”

She presses a quick kiss right above your clit through your panties before she sits up. You didn’t expect it to feel so good, your whole stomach flips and you’re left breathless as the air in your lungs disappears entirely. The heat of her lips was so intense, even through the thin cotton of your underwear and for only a heartbeat, with a simple kiss, she’s changing everything.

While she tugs her shirt off over her head, shaky hands slide your underwear off and throw it off the side of the bed. She starts to settle between your legs but before you can close your ankles around her waist she leaps back up.

“I almost forgot.” She gasps.

The muscles of the alphas back bulge as she bends over the bed and digs through her pants on the ground, retrieving a small square packet from her pocket. She carefully rips it open and you realise she’s putting out a condom. You sit up quickly and reach for her wrist to stop her. When you imagined tonight with her, it certainly didn’t end with her seed in the bin. Your omega has her hopes up about feeling Natasha’s skin and something tendrils up your spine as you feel it’s being taken away.

“You don’t have to wear it, I’m not in heat.” You tell her.

Natasha looks at you, paused over the tip of her cock.

“You could still get pregnant.” She says, blowing red hair out of her eyes as she looks up at you curiously.

“It’s unlikely,” You say, “But yeah.”

A more sensible voice pipes up in your head. Pregnant, even with Nat’s pups isn’t a good idea, no matter how much you want it. Tying her to you with a pup wouldn’t be fair to either of your careers, or your friendship for that matter.

“Um, yeah, no it’s probably a good idea.” You confirm and you remove your hand from her forearm. She rolls the condom on and you’re quickly relieved that she’d thought about this.

Still a voice in your ear keeps singing Nat’s pups, pregnant with Nat’s pups, and it sounds like a dream.

She climbs back up and your hands guide her at her waist until she’s towering back over you again. Your legs naturally drop open and you wrap your ankles inside the space between her calves.

As she looks down, her hair falls down over her forehead and into her eyes. You tenderly push it back over her head, smoothing the part into the hair and your palms press soothingly into her crown. With one arm she sinks down onto her forearm and suddenly the weight of her chest presses into yours making you sigh.

She lines herself up ready to push in but she’s immediately concerned by the size difference. Her cock looks monstrous compared to the tiny slit between your legs. The wetness there is already making her slip around the edge and up through your folds as she starts to press forwards. You mewl as she jolts awkwardly up into your cunt, the heavy drag against your skin making you squirm under her.

“Ahh, Tash.” You almost knock into her head as you tip up to watch her between your legs.

Eventually she catches on the rim and she starts to put the power of her hips behind the push. Your virgin walls start to stretch and your grip on Natasha’s arm turns painfully tight. When she looks up, your eyes are clenched closed and the grimace on your face makes her sick. She backs away and you open your eyes when you feel her pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, confused as to why she’s stopped.

“You’re hurting.” She says.

“It’s ok, please,” You run a hand down to her hip and try to pull her down to you again. “It’s not that bad.” You assure her, “You’re just fucking big.”

She’s already battling with the voice in her head, her alpha’s voice commanding her and assuring her that she’s seconds away from finally being inside you if she just forces you open. When your soft voice begs for her cock she’s helpless to resist, so she tips back down hovering over you as she starts pressing. The resistance prevents her cock from sinking past the broadest width of her head.

“You have to relax, Y/N,” She groans, “And just breathe.”

She grips onto your hips ready for another push, “Okay, breathe.”

You take a deep breath and you exhale through your mouth she starts to force herself in. She watches as your hole starts to stretch obscenely around the tip of her cock, arousal drips from your cunt and she can feel herself start to tremble at the tight wet heat she’s pressing against.

“Just do it Tash, please.” You beg her and the teary eyed look you give her is desperate.

She huffs, disagreeing with you and she pauses her hips. You can feel her hesitating and you wish she would use the strength you know she’s capable of.

“Please, please Nat.” You whisper, “Please.”

She starts pushing, fighting almost brutally to gain the entrance you keep refusing. It’s heaven and the way her heavy cock looms over your tiny hole drives her crazy with lust. But her eyes keep flicking up to your face and she can’t bear to see you in pain. She pulls back and starts to shuffle down the bed.

You whine out loud as she leaves.

“Give me a second, honey.”

She drags you over the mattress to the edge of the bed until your ass tips on the edge and she lifts your foot to place it down right below your ass. She kneels on the carpet at the edge of the mattress and her chest sinks down to press into the top of your foot, holding it there and forcing your legs to stay open wide.

She can already smell you, the powerful scent of your sex makes her alpha start to go wild. She rubs her thumb over the outer lips of your pussy, transferring a fiery warmth through the rest of your core.

“Natalia!” Your voice cracks and you don’t recognise the squeal that escapes your lips.

She starts opening you up with gentle open mouth kisses in the little ravines of your inner thighs. You gasp and mewl uncontrollably as she licks ruthlessly through your cunt until her face is buried inside and her chin is dripping with your slick. Her lips start feather light as she kisses the hot flesh and you feel a heavy pulse settle under her tongue. Your hips jolt under heartbreaking pleasure as her lips capture your clit and suckle around the edge of the nub.

Her name joins every exhale in a raw moan as she builds up a fast rhythmic circular motion with her tongue. The sound is music to the alpha’s ears and she struggles not to become aggressive with your sensitive sex. Her middle finger easily slips inside when she presses it against your entrance and the muscles of your walls grip her in a vice grip. Her head spins and she grows impossibly harder just imagining that tightness squeezing around her cock.

Another finger joins and she stretches your walls open as she drives into you. Thrusting hard, she scrubs along your ridged walls and your arousal drips all the way down her wrist. She matches her pace, her mouth with her fingers until you’re tugging on her hair and writhing on the sheets trying to get closer and squirm away at the same time.

“Fuck, Tash.” You moan, high-pitched and breathless into the pillow. “I think I’m…”

She ramps up her pace, her fingers hammering faster into you and she sneaks a third one in, spearing you open from your clit all the way down to your entrance.

“Something… Oh god!”

You pant as your walls spasm and she rubs furiously at your clit as you cum. She slips her fingers away and watches the overflow of cum that seeps out your gaping hole. She quickly ducks back down and her lips kiss the ridge between your pussy and asshole where she laps up as much of your essence as she can.

Gradually, she traces her lips back up over your entrance and through your folds until she bumps over your clit. Instinctively she wants to go again, but you jump at even the little nudge from her nose. She tries to take you back into her mouth but the heavy warmth of her lips is too much and you push her away at the crown of her head

“Sensitive.” You whimper.

“Sorry,” She says quietly. She presses her forehead against your inner knee and wipes some of the mess off her face while examining the state of your spent sex. Your puffy folds have bloomed open, your clit like the nectar at the centre is a magnificent red. Your entrance is dripping wet and despite being rubbed pink and raw by her fingers, it’s begging for her to press back inside.

She stands back to her feet at the foot of the bed, and her hips at the perfect height to penetrate into you. She reaches for one of your hands and with intertwined fingers she presses the back of your palm into the mattress. The other hand grips under your ass, taking a grounding hold of your skin.

This time when her tip presses up against you, your hole stretches and you moan instantly.

“Better?” She whispers.

“Fuck, please Tasha.” You whimper, overcome by the sheer girth of her cock and your heart stutters at how wide she’s tearing your walls apart.

There’s still some pain but she hums quietly in your ear until she’s torn through past that initial resistance and it’s gone. The ring of muscle that clamps down over her cock feels ridiculously tight. She whimpers and groans as your walls spasm around her, ready to stretch even further.

“You’re doing so well, so good.” She breathes.

She moves your intertwined hands up above your head and she starts to inch in further. You wrap around her waist and try to meet her thrusts until she’s dug herself fully inside. Your mouth gapes open as her thighs slap against your ass and you're breathless as the sensation of being completely filled to the brim takes you over. The muscles in your stomach convulse hysterically as if you need to accommodate her where she reaches deep into your belly. You could cum if she just kissed you here.

“Oh god,” She moans.

You can only whine in response and you hold her hand with an iron grip. Your thighs quiver as you keep her locked tight between your legs.

“I don’t know if I can go slow,” She groans.

Her hips start to pump causing her cock head to ram up against your cervix and it sends waves of controllable pleasure through your body. Each one forces a breathless moan from your throat like your body can’t decide if it’s pleasurable or painful.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” You’re unable to control the soft sounds. It’s almost pornographic and if you weren’t so fuzzy headed, you’d be mortified to be so uninhibited in front of the alpha.

Natasha slumps down over you, her hands on either side of your head and she digs her face into your neck. Her hips keep rutting against you, the friction against your skin turning your ass and inner thighs bright red.

“You have to tell me to stop.” She says, her voice straining.

She growls when you only answer her with a moan, but not even like this could she scare you, you trust her too much.

“Y/N!” She commands.

You whimper as you feel the frustration building beneath her skin.

“You have to tell me to stop,” She repeats, her voice rumbling even deeper.

“I’ll tell you,” You promise in a shaky whimper, “I’ll tell you.”

That soothes her for a moment and she kisses you, so familiar with your lips already. Her movements start so slow and tender. She pulls out inch by inch, exposing her dripping wet member to the air, leaving only the head inside before she’s gliding back in. Her movement is torturously slow, the floods of arousal in your cunt sucks and squelches crudely around her cock.

“Oh god.” She groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Harder, Tash.” You groan, your head writhing on the sheets.

She rocks into you slightly faster, but still so gentle. It makes you gasp and she nuzzles her nose into the cruz of your neck, fighting the urge to cum.

“You’re so tight, I can hardly move.” She replies huskily.

Her hips move again, fast and gentle, she only pulls out half-way and pushes in until an inch remains. You can sense the strength she’s holding back.

“More, more.” You plead.

She hums above you, hesitant and unsure. “More?”

“Yesss,” You hiss, “Harder,”

She thrusts in faster and you moan as she rocks her thighs into your ass, fully sheathed inside.

“Harder,” You moan again,

She sinks down fully into you, her arms slide up under your shoulders as her pelvis finally rams into you with all her might. You reach around her neck and scratch down her upper back with blunt nails in a desperate search for a release from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ngghh,” You choke as the force against her cervix makes your chest crumble.

She rocks into you in clumsy rhythms, changing from slow to frantically fast until she finds a pace that makes you moan. She keeps steady after that but it’s fast and you’re stunned by her stamina when she doesn’t let the power in her thrusts fade under her ruthless pace.

“Nat, Nat, Nat, N-Nat,” Your voice starts to turn hoarse and you can hardly hear yourself above the resounding thump of your bedhead into the wall and Natasha breathing in your ear.

At the sounds of her name from your lips, it’s like the animal inside her takes over. She moves like she’s moulding your cunt to the breadth of her cock, stretching and scrubbing a spot inside you that makes you crazy.

The expanse of her chest and stomach is hot and heavy against you. Her skin is smooth and unbelievably soft, it’s a stark contrast to her harsh movements. She draws out slowly before driving back into your walls. The remainder of yesterday's knot is small enough that for the first few thrusts she’s able to jam it past your entrance and you obediently let her pleasure the sensitive flesh in your walls.

The tight massage against her knot makes her whimper into her neck. She can feel her tip press up against a firm muscle that makes you moan so she thumps into it as hard as she can.

Her hips get faster and she starts to lose her grace as her knot grows and it punches up against your entrance, no longer able to spit you open. She growls in frustration and your omega starts to get agitated when you can’t please Natasha. You don’t know what to do while your walls flutter nervously, seemingly able to sense Natasha’s threatening knot.

She starts to jackhammer into you, becoming more aggressive when she’s still denied complete entrance.

“Shit,” She curses, finally understanding her dilemma. “My knot.”

You look down at the imposing bulge as it presses firmly against your dripping and reddened abused hole.

“Please Natasha,” You whimper and your pathetic attempt to rock down into it makes her swoon. Your head is still swirling with the desperation to have her despite the intimidation of her size.

She shakes her head at your plea.

“I can take it.” You moan.

She groans and it sounds like a ‘no’.

“I can take it,” You whimper, your voice faltering as she humps timidly against your sensitive core.

Your voice falls into a rumble as you lighty breathe, “Make me take it.”

You know you’re baiting her alpha with your request and almost on command she roars softly into your skin. She starts to grab at your thighs and she drags you back onto her as she rams into you. Your whole body lurches with the force from her thrusts and the most intense orgasm builds in an instant, your body's reaction to the pain is pure pleasure. Your toes curl and your legs tense up in the air, trembling with the spasming of your walls, it gives Natasha extra leverage to push your thighs up into your chest so you're completely exposed. Your hips lift from the sheets as she uses the strength in her arm to tilt your pelvis upwards and she starts to grind into you from above.

Natasha starts instinctively pumping thick demanding pheromones in the air, so heavy it makes your eyes sting. But the reaction from your body is almost instantaneous as a deluge of slick excitement drips down your inner thighs and coats the swelling knot jutting against your entrance.

Natasha nuzzles her nose into your scent gland and she teases where a mating bite would go. When her teeth graze over the sensitive skin your body goes completely limp. The sudden slack in your legs makes them drop wide on either side of your chest and it stretches your hole wide enough for Natasha’s next brutal thrust to force her knot into you. Your clamp down around her hard, hot white spots take over your vision and the orgasm that rips through you makes your back arch and your neck tip back into the mattress as the shocks ripple through you. Natasha breaks immediately. The tight pressure around her knot releases the overload of pent up pressure in her core and she humps uncontrollably into your as she cums. The stream seems never ending, even after your aftershocks slowly die off and your walls tire from massaging around her cock, she’s still softly moaning in between heavy breathes against your neck.

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1. Hello, I have lost a fic! It was an arranged-marriage au where WWX marries into the Lan sect. During the wedding all the Lans refuse to look towards WWX which hurts him deeply. Later on LWJ explains it is Lan tradition for no one to look upon the bride until the husband has removed her veil. This was just one of many cultural differences between the Lan and Jiang that the fic explored. Overall I think the fic was kind of somber and angsty? Probably had a happy ending though. Any ideas?

FOUND? Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

FOUND? In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68k, wangxian, A/B/O, Canon Divergence, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Arranged Marriage, Kind of a slow burn, enemies to lovers ish, rampant sexual tension, WWX is a Menace to society and LWJ is doing his best, Miscommunication, past emotional abuse, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub, Anal Sex)

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2. Hello, I need help finding a fic. I'm pretty sure I found this fic through your blog.

It's from Lan Wangji's perspective and takes place during the early sunshot campaign before Wei Wuxian's return. Wen outposts are attacked by some unknown entity and Lan Wangji goes to investigate. The culprit is a human shaped being covered in resentful energy. After a few confrontations Lan Wangji discovers that the being is an unconscious Wei Wuxian and finds a way to free him from the resentful energy. @bluekittenfire

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3. (First part added to an itmf) I cannot remember what it is called but there was one fic where WWX loses his foot/leg and the Wen build him a wooden prosthetic that I really enjoyed and am looking for more fics like this. Where characters are dealt a difficult hand but they work through it and yeah, any recs would be much appreciated thank you!

FOUND? we’re starting at the end by Miss_Enthusiasimal (M, 92k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Golden Core Reveal, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Starvation, emaciation, Cannibalism, Self-Harm, Amputation, Suicidal Thoughts, Sunshot Campaign, let JZX and WWX be friends club)

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4. Hi! I’m sorry to bother you, but maybe you can help me? I’m looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is fighting at what I remember to be Qiongqi Path. I think Jiang Cheng makes a smart remark (something like “Are you just gonna play your flute or you going to help us?!”) and Wei Wuxian stops playing his dizi long enough to give JC the finger… only for them to realise what it means that he’s stopped playing and a flute can still be heard. Not long after LWJ pulls Su She out of the foliage with the other flute.

Vaguely I remember it being a fix it fic where less people die than in canon.

If you can help with this I would appreciate it since it’s haunted me for days now! And even if not I hope you have a pleasant day. ^^ @jestingknights

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5. hi!! i’m been looking for a fic for days. i read it forever ago but it’s during the cloud recess study arc and in it lan xichen realizes how awful the jiangs are treating wwx and tries to subtly convince him to leave tywng and stay in gusu bc he knows how much lwj likes him and he sees how talented wwx is and knows he would be a good asset for any sect to have. a specific scene i remember is that lxc would pretend to accidentally bump into wwx to talk to him. and they would go on walks and lwj saw it and got jealous. i think lxc was lowkey manipulative but in a way where he was doing it to make wwx care enough about himself to leave the jiangs. it was not jiang clan friendly at all. i kno this is so vague sorry about that. but it’s driving me crazy how i can’t find it when i know ive read it more then once. thanks for any help u can give

FOUND? If 5 isn't 🔒💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting), it's very similar so here's hoping!

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6. Hello! I’m looking for a modern AU where WWX lives in and runs a theater, I believe LWJ is hosting his orchestra there for practice and for an event??? And it’s important that it’s successful to keep the theater open. I believe at some point, someone throws a rock or a brick through the front doors, and I believe the jiangs show up in the end and WWX confronts that. Im having such a hard time finding it or remembering more about it, and I’ve been looking for it for so long 🥲 @takemitchyleaps

FOUND? Talisman by Witch_Nova221 (M, 192k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Theatre, Rock Band, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Spousal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

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7. Hi! I hope doing this right, can tou help me find a fic ? I remember that the sects start making alliances because they notice how the Wens are acting. The Jiangs and the Lans are going to ally through marriage, the choice is up to LXC, but because he is jealous of LZ, thinking he never had it difficult, when WY is offered to the Lans, LXC decides to marry him to make LZ suffer, knowing LZ and WY like each other. LXC is the one whose core is melted and LSZ is LXC and WY's biological son. @old-rose-peonies

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8. There's a fic I vaguely remember reading, and I don't know what it's called. There's a scene where Lan Zhan is trying to help Wei Ying eat again (residual starvation stuff), and there's an NSFW scene with honey where Lan Zhan is trying to help Wei Ying associate eating with Good Things. That's the extent of my memory. If you could please help me find it, I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you! @amynchan

Oh oh! I know exactly which fic this is because it was written based on a post of mine! It's actually WWX helping LWJ and was written by the wonderful InTheGreySpaces (thank you again for writing this beautiful fic~) 😊 Though I could be wrong so please let me know if this isn't it 😅 - Mod C

FOUND! 🧡 Sustenance of the Soul OR Five Times Lan Wangji Refused to Eat and One Time Wei Wuxian Convinced Him To by InTheGreySpaces (E, 9k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Pining, Eating Disorders, LWJ Has an Eating Disorder, and WWX is going to help him get past it, Inedia, Inedia used in the wrong way, LWJ's 33 Lashes Punishment, referenced as the cause of his eating problems, Submissive LWJ, Sort of?)

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9. Hello! I'm looking for a specific fic that I'm afraid might've been deleted. It's a modern au set in the 90s in California (possibly). The Spotify playlist "LWJ DJs your life 1999" goes with it. What I remember is that LWJ is both a goth club DJ and a cello player, WWX drives a terrible car, and the gang is looking to buy the perfect huge house to collectively live in. It might've been part of a series, there's a Halloween party bit where LWJ dresses up at a classic style gothic vampire and curates an extensive party playlist. Thanks for the help! @aceaviatrix

FOUND? The Quiet Room by trickybonmot (M, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, 1990s, Goth LWJ, Cellist LWJ, College Student WWX, House Hunting, Dating, Clubbing, San Francisco, Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Academic Disaster Aftermath, Getting Together, Repressed Teen Crushes to Strangers to Lovers, Homelessness, in the form of couch surfing, background NieLan)

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10. For the next fic finder: I'm looking for a longer fic where the wens find shelter at the nie sect. It was part of a way bigger plot and some wangxian shenanigans, but wen qing and nie mingjue end up sleeping together, mainly because wen qing is cold and is like "might as well". I do remember that nie mingjue was trans, also. Anyone have any idea what fic that was?

FOUND? 💖 Uninvited by WithBroomBefore (M, 13k, wangxian, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, sect leader jyl, sick fic, happy ending) specifically chapter 3

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11. Hi! I need help in looking for a fic where Nie Huaisang was the one who sacrificed his body and soul to summon Wei Wuxian back to life. Thank you @etutb

FOUND? Crowded by nirejseki (G, 1k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, WangXianSang, Canon Divergence, Different Body Offering Ritual, Atypical Relationship Dynamics, sentient sabers) this is a nhs sacrifice summon (gone sideways) fic

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12. Hello. I am looking for a fic where there was a finger trap? You know, the “thing that traps the victim's fingers (often the index fingers) in both ends of a small cylinder”? Anyway i cant remember if it was a tweetfic or a fic on ao3 but wangxian had their fingers in this 🥲🙏

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13. Hi, I don't normally lose fics but I lost this one: Post-Canon, Jiang Cheng basically goes round all the clans and tells them what was wrong with their defences during Sunshot and what they could do better. He also has some unkind words to say about Lotus Pier's organisation. It sounds like he's making enemies but he's really not. Any ideas, please? @solo----

FOUND? 🔒 The Cold Wind of Harsh Truth (or How We Nearly Lost the Sunshot Campaign): A Treatise by Icarus (T, 13k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Humor, Angst, JC digs and keeps digging, Zidian lore, Fun with talismans, JC-centric, Competence Kink, Strategy & Tactics, Cultivation Sect Politics, Arranged Marriage, Trauma, Logic, POV JC)

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14. Hi, I am looking for a fic set post-canon (I think). I remember Wei Wuxian maybe living in the jingshi, possibly teaching classes, but definitely going into Caiyi with Lan Wangji and during a festival Wangji wins a game and the prize is this ugly turtle statue that Wei Wuxian adores. They go on to prank Lan Qiren with the turtle statue. I loved this scene but I can’t remember what fic it came from, please help!

FOUND! I think 14for the fic finder is from the actual book. It sounds like the last extra chapter. / Not saying there isn't a fic involving it, but #14 sounds a lot like the Yunmeng extra in book five, as well. Ring toss, ugly turtle statue, and Wei Wuxian considering pranking Lan Qiren included. The only difference is the location. Your searcher may have mistaken it for fic, especially if they read translations online. / #14 is one of the extra chapters from the actual novel (Extra 7 in the official English translation)

I found a few similar fics with a turtle statue if you want to check them out ^^ - Mod C

The Turtle in the Lanshi by Brierilee (G, 1k, WangXian, Post Canon, POV LJY)

Jin Ling and the No Good Very Bad Terrible Year of Cloud Recesses Bullshit by cringewerewolf (T, 2k, WangXian, Juniors)

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15. hi!! looking for this funny fic based on a silly story. Lwj rejects wwx on a dating app accidently right in front of him, i think they're on an airport? they end up talking obvs and it's cute and funny @ilyweiwuxian

FOUND? Ticket to Ride by mistresscurvy (E, 18k, wangxian, Modern, Online Dating, Road Trips, Service Top, Phone Sex, Dick Pics, Wedding Banquet)

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16. Hey was hoping you guys may be able to help, I've been look for a fic I read awhile back idk if it got deleted or something but. It is a modern time wangxian fic with tattoo artist wei ying, his parents are alive too. But he ends up renting a boyfriend/ Lan wangji off a boyfriend renting site. They have misunderstandings but get through it, he even gives lan Zhan a lotus tattoo like his own and they get together officially in the end. @yilingpatriarchsimp

FOUND! Rent a Gege by wayward_wing (E, 12k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Getting Together, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Mention of wangxian with others, WWX’s parents are alive, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs, Riding, Skinny Dipping, eating ass, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex)

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17. I have lost a fic where Wei Wuxian is a catfish for sale and he helps jilted lovers get back at their exes. Su She hires him to target Lan Wangji but Wei Wuxian falls for him instead. Please help me find this fic!

FOUND! I'm pretty sure this one is we'll get him falling for a stranger (or a catfish) by sweetlolixo (T, 38k, wangxian, modern, College AU, Catfish AU, Eventual Happy Ending, Crossdressing WWX, Rich heir LWJ gets catfished by pretty Weiying online that's it that's the fic, LWJ learns how to text with kaomojis, Gossipy aunties NHS and WWX: canon, sometimes LWJ gives you secondhand embarrassment, this fic is on crack, Pining LWJ, Fluff, Humor, lwj is a grade A+ SIMP, Identity Porn)

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18. lan xichen is driving after drinking at night and hits Jiang yanli and she dies. Plot twist ended up she committed suicide, but they didn’t know that before. The lans and jiangs had a fight and somehow lan wangji ended up getting married to Wei wuxian. Wwx is significantly older then lan zhan in this fic.

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19. Hello! I was wondering if I could get help looking for a fic. It’s a doctor AU where LZ and WY are both surgeons. It starts with WY being late to a presentation and showing up right in the middle of LZ’s presentation time. Then WY eventually ends up working on a research project or something like that with LZ? Wen Ning gets hurt at some point in it too and WY and LZ save him against LQR’s orders. I’ve been looking for this for forever and can’t seem to find it. Thank you so much!

FOUND? Anginal Equivalents by fakeplasticlily (E, 23k, wangxian, Modern, Medical Residents AU, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, WangXian.mp3, Sexual Content, Podfic Available)

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20. Hi Peeps! Thank you so much for your dedication to this page, I'm a big fan! I'm looking for a specific fic: there's a cultural show being put on by the whole gang and Wei Ying is specifically doing a dance for it but he needs to have body paint and LZ graciously volunteers for it. He ends up writing characters out of an ancient poem that Huaisang tells him is LZ basically marking him for his own. It's not idiots in love, though that one was great as well. Thank you in advance! @nebuluscharlie

FOUND? Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

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PUTTING THE NEW PAGE INTO THIS ASK AS WELL FOR GHE FIRST TIME BECAUSE THERE IS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT WITH THIS PAGE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME HERE

Ima start with the first panel because there’s already so much in that one single panel and it is gonna drive me nuts!

So first up, we have “Secret” Chaotix meeting room. Yes, this place is apparently being kept a secret from the public eye. This could be due to the Chaotix having to handle a bunch of super deep and disturbing cases that, if allowed to spill out into the public, would be catastrophic! Not in the sense that it would destroy the world or anything like that, but it’d certainly ruin their reputation as detectives! Don’t detectives irl have these kinds of cases too…? Or maybe I’m thinking too hard on this and it’s just the place they meet with their friends whenever Eggman does something stupid? Who knows.

I do know though that it looks beautiful and it looks like they’re actually in a room which, as an amateur artist myself, can only dream of achieving!! It looks so cool! I just… I adore your backgrounds and I can tell you put a lot of love and effort into making them, so please give yourself a pat on the back!

And maybe I’m reading too much into a single panel.

But that’s not all that we get to see!!! (No I’m not talking about the Chaotix even though I REALLY wanna talk about the Chaotix cuz they deserve more love and I’m so glad they’re here THANK YOUUUUUUUU) YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC IS FULLY CONVERTED TO DARK GAIA SONIC LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well not fully converted, but we can clearly see that it’s taking a huge toll on his body! Not only are the markings now visible on him during the day, but it also seems to be siphoning his energy…? Kind of…? I mean, Sonic has been out cold since “Killing” Omega, and usually he wouldn’t be so out of it otherwise. And I can see a little tiny X over his Gaia eye, so… I’m not too sure, but what I am sure of is that this is BAD for Sonic. The poor guy is gonna have to deal with not only being corrupted during the day, but also at night, and that cannot be good for his psyche. It was bad enough when he had to be in a completely new body for just the nighttime, but now it’s for both day and night in its own way, and… Gosh, this is gonna be torture for Sonic once he wakes up.

Okay now onto the actually lore panels because there is so much to uncover but BEFORE WE GET INTO THE LORE PARTS OF ALL THAT LEMME JUST POINT OUT HOW PISSED SHADOW LOOKS IN THE SECOND PANEL BRO LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PUNT CHIP INTO THE SUN FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER AND HE IS JUST SO OVERPROTECTIVE OF SONIC IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY I LOVE THIS ANGSTY EDGY BOY SO MUCH BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW WHY IS HE GLARING DAGGERS AT CHIP WHAT DID THIS LITTLE CREECHUR EVEN DO TO YOU SHADZ

Okay back to the lore-

So, im still gonna call Light Gaia as Chip because I still see a cute adorable fluffy fairy in those big brown eyes and I think he deserves a real name. Anyhow, Chip now is aware of him being a literal god. He says he regulates the day and Dark Gaia regulates the night. This kind of makes sense. Chip handles the sun and DG handles the moon. Think Luna and Celestia from MLP. And similar to those two as well, Dark Gaia got out of control like Luna did and created an eternal night. But this doesn’t really explain the planet splitting into a million giant pieces. (Not literally a million) Nor does it explain Chip losing his memory. Chip claims that whenever one of them falls out of line, the other will be there to pull them back together. Does this mean Chip or Dark Gaia have lost their memory before? Have the events of Unleashed happened before? How do they reign the other in?

These questions are probably gonna get answered in the next page lmao what am I doing-

Everything else is kinda sorta spelled out to us which I think is a good thing, since Chip is, in the story, explaining all of this to a group of people who had no idea about any of this for their entire lives. The poor Chaotix just got roped into this, they just want their pay. So with that in mind I don’t know what else to really cover…? Maybe I’ll notice something later on and just start spamming you with questions, who knows. For now I’m SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PAGE LET’S GO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

hell yeah do look out for the new page on monday :3 i love ur little big analysis its always the highlight of my week to see one

btw this goes out to evecryone but the whole scene has a lot of moments for everyone else than sonic and shadow so we are winning

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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imagine-shenanigans · 10 months

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hey guys i haven't even had a chance to see atsv yet i just know spoilers and i want this man biblically, i'm talking carnally, i want him in a way that hurts feminism, i want to bring the whole damn movement down so i can be his stupid little housewife and raise his damn kids so i can watch him be happy and then also get railed into losing every brain cell i have

anyway here's some abo headcanons, they include spoilers for the movie/his backstory probably because idk what is and isnt a spoiler because i havent seen it yet.

also this one works a bit differently than my normal layout, it goes SFW and then dips NSFW and ends with more SFW but they're all clearly labeled!

Reader is written gender neutral with they/them and the nsfw section has afab and amab sections, but since I'm Nonbinary and AFAB that's probably how it's gonna come off for most of the reading, just to warn you!

Miguel O'Hara x Reader N/SFW ABO Headcanons

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5k words

Content Warnings (tell me if I miss any): Dubcon, ABO, Obsessive Behavior, Toxic behavior, Omega reader, Alpha Miguel

For these headcanons we're gonna exist in a weird liminal space where Gabi is like, five to six or so and he brought her home with him or some shit idk man I just think he's a hot single father anwyay, also this is assuming omega reader because i think it's hot

if anyone wants a version where Miguel follows more canon and he still lost his kid and came back you're free to request that too i love that shit, just for this specific one i wanna raise his damn kids so-

SFW

Alpha, big alpha energies.

Miguel is the type of guy who's pretty obsessive with what he claims as his, I would honestly say borderline yandere vibes without fully delving into it - his mental state in this au/situation is also a lot better since he still has his daughter, so he's genuinely a lot less "feral" than he tends to get without her, even though in this we'll say he did almost lose her.

So when he claims someone, he's going to be damn sure he means it.

This ones a bit of a general headcanon but he doesn't really have a type when it comes to the people he likes, other than he needs someone who's interesting to him. Whether it's because you're hotheaded, or even keeled, whether you're snarky or sweet, he just needs something for his brain to latch onto.

Not a love at first sight guy but he is an "obsession I can't place" kind of guy.

Miguel has really enhanced senses when it comes to scenting, so it takes some damn strong suppressants and scent blockers to completely block him out... which if we're pretending reader here is falling with the abo trope of "hiding being an omega" (which we are because I love tropes) is just what gets him obsessed. Clothing and perfume that masks your scent, suppressants and scent blockers, and a confident attitude are all enough to throw most people off the (forgive my pun) scent.

But not Miguel.

His spider DNA has the animalistic side to it that fucks with his hormones regardless, makes it easier for him to pick up on the pheromones that even most attentive alphas can't, he's damn near a personal lie detector with how smart he is and how attuned he is to what his nose and instincts tell him, even when he's using serums to keep the more feral urges at bay.

He can only get a whiff of you, fainter than most betas, and it drives him fucking insane knowing he can smell something but he can't figure it out. He can't place it, and it nags at his brain. He can smell a whiff of flowers, or sugar, or something undeniably citrus (depending on what you headcanon your own smell to be) but he can't place it and he hates that shit.

Ends up pulling some traditional alpha shit and he can't even help it, starts trying to crowd you until you kick him in the shin or Peter B or Jess shoos him away. He has to figure out what it is, he has to know.

It only gets worse when he brings Gabi in (a babysitter fell through) and you end up butting your way in to play with Gabi and Mayday, delighting in watching them for the day instead of whatever you were supposed to be doing. They're both so cute and sweet.

Gabi smells primarily like cinnamon and a bit like dewey grass - she's not old enough to have presented yet, but her basic scent, unaffected by the secondary gender hormones, is simple and sweet, reminds you of a summer morning.

She takes after her father in that regard - Miguel smells *warm* and a bit musky, like trees and cinnamon and, a bit like a camp fire. A small tinge of oil, when you pick it apart, and you can't tell if its from the lingering scent on his skin after fixing a broken machine nobody else could, or if that's part of his natural scent.

(Mayday smells like marshmallows, and carmel, funnily enough)

When you take care of Gabi and Mayday, your scent lingers on their skin, mixes and twists in a way that Peter B can't notice but Miguel can. It's all he can do not to be a damn freak and pick his baby girl up and sniff her hair to try and figure out why she smells like that (not in a creepy way, to clarify because there are some freaks on here, but in the same way a dog gets baffled by smelling you use a new perfume, or in the way of when you pick your kid up and go "WHY DO I SMELL CANDLES ON YOU WHAT WERE YOU DOING")

He almost can't stand how his head swims when he watches you pick Gabi up and gently throw her up in the air a bit, watching you let her climb onto you while you're distracted just like Mayday does. Soothe her tears when she accidentally breaks a toy because she's still learning to control her super strength.

He doesn't know that he wants you either, not until long after he's already manifested feelings. Doesn't realize how protective he is, doesn't realize how differently he treats you. He doesn't realize he's lingering in your area just long enough to make sure he can fill his nose with the faint scent you give off.

He assumes you're a beta - not that it mattered to him, really. Miguel would just as soon marry another alpha as he would a beta or an omega, as long as it's you.

He doesn't realize what he's doing until he's got a piece of your clothing in his hands, holding it in the dead of night up to his nose. A scarf or a glove or a jacket you'd leant to Gabi during the day and she'd spilled her juice on it and he'd taken it home to wash it.

He can smell his daughter's scent, louder than life, so familiar he could have a handful of pepper thrown at him and he'd still be able to wrap his arms around her and move her out of harm's way in the direst of straits.

And then there's yours, linger, mingling with his daughter's scent, and it's the parent of his child.

It's not, it's not the woman who birthed Gabi, it's not the woman who contributed to making her. It's you, the only other person he ever wants near his child in that capacity. And it's intoxicating. It's infuriating. It's overwhelming because the full breadth of his own emotions is so strong as he realizes what he's been doing. And he can't even tell you because he holds himself to a specific standard, a specific code of ethics, and even though he wants to risk it all just so his hindbrain (both alpha and spider and his own human instincts all mingling in one) can have his little loves all wrapped up in his arms, safe where he can protect them.

He only just has the strength to wash the piece of cloth and return it. It takes everything he has not to cling to it, to make a pretty little nest to protect his family in, webs and pillows and fabric, a basis of protection so you can properly make it your own and -

He controls himself, and returns the scarf the next day, leaving it on your desk because he can't bear to look you in the eyes.

The days struggle by, a stark contrast to his normal snark, to lingering in your space and snorting and rolling his eyes. To being by your side more than he normally is. It's disheartening, it makes you feel rejected, and he knows it.

But he doesn't stop, this tension that can cut through the air lingering. Even Gabi and May notice it, the older girl frowning and the younger fussing when the two of you are in the room together.

And then your heat happens.

(brief bullet point break because there's a limit to how much you can have in one bulleted section on tumblr and I don't remember what it is but I'd rather just break here)

You've been on suppressants and scent blockers for years now. Being in your line of work (whether you headcanon this as a spiderperson version of you, or a different kind of superhero, or a civillian all working in the society) it's necessary. Omegas aren't rare but they're not the majority of the population like betas are. In Nueva York, it's a coin toss if you'll be fought over in the streets like some prize to be won, or if you'll be coddled like a child who can't figure out what's best for them.

It's half safety half preference at this point, from your original universe's standard (before it had burnt to cinders before you), and this one's. Your suit, your meds, and your behavior, they're all meant to mask and confuse.

But you can only make it so long on the prescription you've got, the long-lasting shots that were more reliable than a pill. The scent blockers go first - not by design, but by chance. You'd been giving yourself lower doses since you'd wound up in Nueva York, supplementing it with deodorants and lotions swiped from stores and hospitals that could afford to spare the supplies when you can't buy it covertly. But you'd still been low in comparison to your suppressants.

You shower more frequently, lather yourself with soaps and deodorants and lotions of different scents and ones that have blocking effects, and for the most part it works. You can't quite fool Gabi - too smart, too tuned in to your emotions like her father could be. She's got a sharp nose, and she wrinkles it when she can smell how confusing your scent is. She asks questions, and you can't lie your way out of it, but you are able to bribe her so she's distracted long enough that she forgets the question. Miguel notices, when he picks up Gabi, but he can't quite figure out exactly what's wrong, and you leave so fast (he assumes with the tension that lingers between the two of you) that he can't figure it out.

You're so certain you're in the clear.

But then your shots run out, and even you can't get more without a prescription. And while your health information would never go through Miguel, you know that the medispiders have to go through him or Lyla for any heavy duty things like suppressants, because they have to be resourced more carefully.

And your last doctor, although wildly shady, and incompetent, and operating out of an apartment, was right about one thing - suppressants will rot you from the inside out if you're not careful. If you don't let a natural heat occur, it will only be worse in the long run. (Although you suppose he probably had a greasier, grosser reason for telling you that.)

And rot you from the inside they have - all your natural reactions to a heat, all your normal bodily functions don't work properly, when confronted with something they haven't seen in years. You know within seconds of your suppressants flushing out of your system what's going on. You're still in the pre-heat phase of things, and you feel like you're dying. You aren't, and you know you aren't, but you feel nauseous and feverish and incoherent within an hour tops. Only long enough to let you panic and send a text to Miguel that you can't watch Gabi like you'd planned. That you're going out ad you won't be back awhile. You leave your phone in your room, when you pack your bag and head for the nearest somewhat reputable hotel that you can afford. You brace the door with the dresser, explicit instructions left for the front desk to, under no circumstances, contact you for the next week.

You get an order of pre-made meals to slap into the fridge, water and juice and all sorts of drinks and things shoved haphazardly inside once the bot brings it in through the window. You're barely coherent enough to retain control to crush the landline, rendering it inoperable, before you barricade the rest of the room.

You're definitely not in control when you nest, blankets and pillows and clothing all thrown haphazardly around as you go fully out of your gourd.

You're damn well out of your mind by the time you would have normally realized the card you were using was in Miguel's name.

(another very brief line break in this portion for drama but also so I don't hit any limits)

Miguel is pissed when you leave so suddenly.

Sure, he's been avoiding you, and sure, you aren't actually together, but you're his damn it. You don't know it, and sure, he's not going to acknowledge it out loud until something happens, but you can't just leave him and your child and his child who loves you high and dry like that!

It's laughably easy to find you, to find the hotel you've checked into. He doesn't even wait to figure out the reason you left, he's so quick on his honestly kinda toxic bs.

Gabi is left with Peter B and Jess for a bit, and Miguel is honestly so smug that he finds you so fast. You were so sloppy about it. So quick to leave that even though you left your phone behind, in a moment of clarity, you barely bothered to take back streets. You used his own damn card he'd given you to pay for the hotel for two weeks, and to order food.

If he weren't half out of his mind with concern and anger about how quickly you left, he'd be angry you used the card without asking like you normally did.

(His hind brain purrs with it though, knowing he's provided for you)

He doesn't know what did it. Miguel genuinely doesn't know what he did to earn your ire in such a way, but he can guess. He doesn't think it's how cold he was, in the beginning, but he isn't sure that it's not how he'd warmed up to you. How, when he'd let his guard down without realizing it, that he'd flirted with you. Had that made you uncomfortable? Had every 'innocent' brush against you turned you against him? Certainly, it could be his absence, his sudden coolness and stonewalling. It could be how he refused to look at you, when you were in the room. Tried to hold his breath after he'd realized what he was doing.

He doesn't really listen to Lyla when she tries telling him things. He heard where you where, found out the room, and swiped a key before Lyla could finish talking about vital signs and behaviors. She knows to set his alerts to emergency only for the foreseeable future, because she's figured it out much quicker than he has, and she figures she'll at least spare herself the trouble. Gets Gabi set up with Jess for the night, and is on her way so she doesn't have to deal with what's about to go down.

He's surprised by the dresser in front of the door, when he tries to get in the first time. It's easy for him to move - he just lowers his center of gravity and pushes his way into the room, slamming the door shut before he can inhale.

The hotel room is nice, with a kitchenette and a small entry area with a couch and a television. The bedroom is just tucked out of sight. Exactly what he expected when he'd heard the hotel's name - he'd never been, but he recognized it.

And it's when he inhales, that he realizes why.

Your scent hits him hard and fast, chokingly sweet in the back of his throat in a way that makes his hindbrain roar. His pupils blow wide, and if he didn't have such a strong self control, he'd have torn the damn door off its hinges looking for you.

He remembers, in that moment, why he recognized the hotel. It was one that was best known for its handling of customers in heat and rut.

NSFW INTERLUDE

(We're gonna start with general headcanons and go back into the specifics of the scenario in a sec but it's all relevant fjasdkl;)

Miguel is a Dom-leaning switch, he prefers to be in control as often as possible, regardless of whether he's topping or bottoming. Nine times out of ten, he wants to fuck his partner until they're an incoherent, babbling mess, because he enjoys the power and control it gives him, enjoys the dynamic of it.

As he gets more comfortable with a partner, he's more willing to accept the idea of subbing, enjoying it more when he has someone he trusts behind the wheel, so to speak.

(Because yes, Alphas can be subs too - that's a whole thing I could get into and might if someone asks)

And Miguel, even normally, is already a possessive guy. He's needy, and stakes his claim, and when we're talking about abo Miguel?

Sheeeeeesh

The moment he scents you in the air, the moment it clicks in his brain that you're going through a rut or a heat, it goes straight to his dick.

He damn near loses it, fighting not to tear the door off its hinges as he stalks to your room. Your scent is so strong in the air that even though he knows he should turn around, he still at the very least wants to make sure you're okay. So the sight of you, face down, ass up, fingers pressing into yourself, he almost loses his damn mind.

His pretty little wife/husband/spouse coworker, his crush, is an omega. It's almost too good to be true, and he can feel his fucking fangs extend, his mouth watering as he stares at you. You're too blissed out to even realize he's there, slick dripping down your thighs like a fucking faucet... and his name is on your lips.

He could cum untouched, could die a happy, happy man after seeing this.

He has dignity, and self control though, even as the force of your hit heats him. He's genuinely concerned, a moment later, his instinct to breed to claim tampered down by his need to care.

You cling to him, hazy, feverish, and incoherent. You beg him to claim you, to mark you, to fuck you. Miguel wants to, he does... but he instead kicks his shoes off but otherwise stays fully clothed, his cock so hard it hurts as he grabs the closest bottle of water, and an ice pack, and climbs into your haphazard nest with you. He probably should have left by now, but instead he seats you against him, your back pressed to his chest, and he presses the ice pack to your forehead, ordering you to keep it there as he makes you drink water, sip by sip.

You whine, and beg, and squirm, but you obey.

He fucks you on his fingers, once he's gotten some water into you. Hard and fast, leaving you breathless, tense, until you cum all over his fingers, oversensitive as he fingerfucks you into another one, and another, arms like steel wrapped around your waist as one hand pounds into you, the other wrapped around your dick or circling hard on your clit. It's not enough to genuinely sate your heat, but it's enough to help. And he doesn't trust himself to put his own mouth to use - barely trusts himself to speak, even though most of what he growls into your ear is, strictly speaking, complete and utter nonsense as he's caught in the moment. Every time you cum, he praises you, telling you how good you are for it. How sweet you look, with tears streaming down your face, cumming so well for him.

When there's enough coherency for you to have a conversation (but not coherent enough to be mortified), Miguel is able to get the rough gist of the situation. He really can only piece together that the heat is going to be a strong one, that it came fast, and that you had panicked. There's a confession, to be had there. He agrees to help you through your heat, but only under the condition that you're his.

It's toxic, and of dubious consent at best, but he'll pull as many orgasms out of you as needed to keep you coherent enough to talk to him. He's helped an omega through a heat or two, and he knows what he's doing. He's not exactly clearheaded himself, in making the decision - but he does make sure that this is truly what you want before he proceeds.

When he's sure that it's not just the heat speaking, that you truly do care for him, that you want him to stay even after your heat has subsided, he allows himself to indulge.

Sympathy ruts are common, and it builds slowly inside of him as he indulges in his instincts. Holding you, kissing you, pressing his fingers inside of you over and over and over again until you pass out. He keeps you wrapped up in the nest, adding his shirt to the mix while you sleep, but not trusting himself to completely strip quite yet.

Miguel is an attentive alpha.

(While you sleep, he excuses himself from the nest to call his daughter, to assure her everything will be okay, and he just explains simply that you'd gotten sick, that you needed him for a bit, and that he'd be back once you were feeling better. He promises to call every night, and he works out a schedule with Peter B and Jess in the meantime.)

(When you overhear him, voice so soft, so protective, so gentle, it half makes you want to swoon, and half want to climb on his lap and fuck yourself stupid on his cock until he fills you up so you can give his daughter a sibling.)

This man is going to spend a good majority of his time pre-sympathy rut fucking you open on his fingers and his mouth. He wants to make sure you're ready, wants to make sure he can enjoy this for as long as possible.

By the end of it, he makes sure to fuck you, nice and steady, a hand on your throat and his lips on yours. He makes sure you're nice and coherent for it. He wants to make sure you remember it, when he claims you. When his (fucking horse cock, the dude's packing like ten to twelve inches which is great for my chubby bitches like me) dick fills you up so full that you're almost certain you'll break, hiccupping and sobbing as you keen and wail, the nest below you soaked as he fills you up. His fangs sink into your neck and you cum, right then, his hands grabbing your thighs so hard he's sure it will bruise. He fucks you through your orgasm, knot catching until it slips inside. He rubs your clit/tugs on your dick as he finally knots you, making sure you cum just one more time for me, cariño.

normal Miguel definitely has a claiming and breeding kink, so it's fucking intensified by ten when he's omegaverse Miguel... let alone when the man's subject to his rut. You'll be covered in scratches and bites and hickies by the time you're both coherent enough to function properly again.

Which... for Miguel, is a solid few hours of coherency at a time.

For you? You're only ever coherent in short bursts, and it's like the peak of your heat constantly for almost the full week.

This next bit just mostly borders on nsfw/has some nsfw parts so i'll put it at the end here before going back to sfw

Like I mentioned before, Miguel is a very attentive alpha.

He's going to fuck you seven different ways in an hour with his superhuman stamina, but he's also going to make sure to actually take care of you.

He makes sure you drink electrolytes and water in equal measure, makes sure you eat, and sleep, and he bathes you himself, carrying you into the shower and keeping you pressed against him as he massages your muscles and washes your hair and body with a soft cloth, using completely unscented soaps and shampoos so it doesn't overwhelm you. Presses bandages to your scrapes and bites so you'll heal faster. Cool cloths and ice packs and fever reducing medicine.

He finds he has to bribe you, during this time, even for the most basic tasks like eating and drinking, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having to plug you up with his cock just to get you to eat wasn't hot as hell. The fact that you need him so badly you'd rather forgo basic necessities... it's addicting. Granted, he doesn't actually let you - he's got enough control that he can make sure you're taken care of in all regards.

Back to SFW time!

After your heat itself passes, you're subject to the suppressant sickness that comes with it. Your fever has broken, but you're still nauseous and dizzy and fatigued as your body flushes everything out of your system.

Miguel is beyond pissed when he finds out why you're still sick.

It's reckless to not even have a natural heat once every six months, let alone taking your suppressants so solidly that you hadn't had one in years. If he'd known, he'd have said consequences be damned and would have bitten you the moment he walked through the door, and taken you to the hospital.

He doesn't care how embarrassed you are, when he packs all of your things back up into the sealable bags, and dresses you in his own clothing. He's almost out of his mind when he takes both of you back to HQ - only just remembering to take back corridors to the medic so they can check you over properly.

You've then got two spider people who are pissed, as the medic rants about how dangerous that was, how stupid it was that you did that, instead of just swallowing your pride and letting them help you control things. They order you on house arrest for a full month, to make sure your body can recover properly. No suppressants, no scent blockers (at least the medical kind) for a couple years, and only medicine that's medically necessary, and even then it has to be monitored more carefully.

Miguel lets the Medispider tear you a new one for a moment while he steps into the hallway, giving you privacy and space to figure things out with the doctor while he catches up with Gabi.

When you're done with the Medispider, it's not a question on if you're staying with Miguel or not - you really don't have a choice in the matter, he tells you. When you're recovered, you can decide if you want to move in or not, but until then he was going to personally keep an eye on you.

Gabi, who lacks the complete understanding of the why and the how behind it all, is just glad that the person they've been trying to scheme their father into confessing to is actually going to live with them. (Even if only for about a month.) She grins smugly when she realizes you smell like her dad.

Miguel lets you have pick of the house, when he carries you back to his beautiful, cozy suburban home. He leaves the proper tour up to Gabi, as he carries you both, letting Gabi tell you about everything excitedly. You stay in his bed (you two had claimed each other, and although Miguel does give you the option of your own room... you'd rather die than lose the comfort that comes with being around your mate.)

Miguel cooks properly for you while you stay with him and Gabi.

No more prepackaged meals, he sneers, instead making you chicken noodle soup from scratch, with bone broth and lots of vegetables. Breakfast every morning before he takes Gabi to school, tucks you in to sleep while he pops into the HQ to check on things. He's out of commission from missions while he cares for you, but he still makes sure things go smoothly. He's home by lunch, sometimes bringing you fast food instead of cooking so you can have your fill of a greasy burger or fries or something to sate the part of you that needs something unhealthy and indulgent. Holds you in his lap while you both eat, watching TV on the couch.

He finishes his work and goes on emergency-only mode when it's time to pick up Gabi from school. He tucks you into the passenger seat if you feel up to it, buckling you up himself and pressing a kiss to your lips, even though he doesn't need to. He knows you can buckle yourself up, and lets you do so when you insist, but it makes him happy to know he's taking measures to keep you safe.

He does force you to take a blanket with you, just in case though.

When all three of you get home, he makes dinner, sometimes with Gabi helping him, sometimes you, sometimes just himself. He has a pretty wide range of foods he ends up making, but it's primarily because they're foods he likes, or Gabi likes, and he learned to make them. He's a good cook, overall.

It's the best work-life balance he's had in a long time.

When you're better, he all but begs you to stay.

And god, how could you say no to him?

(Also for those who it matters for, if you do end up pregnant from the Heat Adventures he obviously loves kids and would love one with you, but if you don't feel ready/don't want to have kids other than Gabi, he absolutely respects it, and will talk about options with you. Granted, he'll be disappointed, but at the end of the day it's not something he CAN'T move past. Discusses birth control options with you almost immediately when the two of you get intimate again.)

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara spiderverse #spiderverse #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #also on god if i find any minors in my notes or in my inbox i'll maim you #i might turn this into a proper fic at some point #but you get the really long headcanon/rambly version that's all just ideas for now #because i like to feed my followers and the tag #gotta contribute b/c theres some damn good fics ive read so far #smut #i gotta update my tags smh #great news everyone i got wildly into this one #so it gets posted early

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delopsia · 3 months

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Harrison has SUCH alpha energy though…. raging breeding kink with that one

Ugh, you have such a good point there 😩 y'all wanna know the real reason why they call him Harrison Knott? I'll see myself out

Harrison strikes me as the kind of guy who would intentionally hide the whole alpha thing; he isn't necessarily shy or insecure about his status, but he's obsessed with the idea of falling in love with him for who he is, not his status. He's an alpha and then some. Think of a/b/o statuses as liquid in a cup. Some are fuller than others.

Harrison's is overflowing and pouring off the side of the damn table.

And he's painfully aware of it. Growing up, he found himself constantly pursued, all because of this dumb status he's found himself with. Fun at first, but it gets old very quickly. Harrison is very, very careful to scrub himself down twice a day, uses special soap, and takes medication to reduce the scent he naturally produces.

He used to love surfing with friends in more public areas, but once he'd start sweating, heads would turn, and suddenly, he had a bunch of unwanted interest. Attention that he hadn't received when he was passing as a beta. So he surfs alone or with close friends. He pays extra to access a private gym, and if he ever feels like jogging, it's in very secluded areas.

Enter, you.

A quiet omega who wandered into his place of work, looking for a CD by a band so niche that even he didn't know where to start looking for it. The owner had said they carried it, but not a soul knew where the hell it had been stashed. Harrison offered to look for it while you visited some other shops, but you'd politely insisted that you help him. It's a good thing, too. The CD had fallen behind a cabinet too heavy to be moved. Harrison couldn't reach it, but you could.

You returned a week later, looking for another, and Harrison's joke about you intentionally picking hard-to-find albums devolved into you staying long after the disc had been found. Chatting in between customers, debating on songs, challenging each other's music taste. It was settled; you'd each take the week to curate the perfect playlist and exchange them. But Harrison called in sick the day you came in, and the girl at the desk passed along a note with his phone number.

At the time, you'd found it odd that he hardly had a scent. Even betas have their own unique aroma, but with no further indication of what he could be, you presumed him to be one. Blissfully unaware and, quite frankly, didn't care what his secondary gender was. How could you?

He's always so sweet, fetching the door for you, distracts you and pays the bill when you two go to a local diner. Takes you dancing, covers your drink with his palm when you leave it unattended, and drives you everywhere, no matter the distance. He takes you on a day trip to a niche record shop with a CD you've been hopelessly searching for. Leaves you weak in the knees when he walks you up to your door after, hesitantly leans in, and kisses you right then and there, under the pale outdoor light.

For a while, it's not spoken of. It's as if that kiss never happened; he's busy with work and figuring out his schooling, and you're suddenly hosting a friend who, without warning, was broken up with and cast out of her apartment. Between being a shoulder to cry on, helping her settle in, and other life events, you lose track of your dates.

When Harrison invites you to join him on a trip upstate, saying something about getting accepted into two schools and not being able to decide unless he saw them in person. It's a welcome escape and an adventure all wrapped into one. Your friend can have her time alone and watch over the place while you're gone, and you can go and blow off responsibilities with a pretty-faced beta for two or three days.

Your face feels oddly warm that morning, but your friend says you look fine, and it seems to go away once you step out into the cool morning air. Harrison is two hours into the drive when he tilts his head and asks if you're feeling alright. You don't get why he's asking; nothing relatively seems off. In fact, you're well enough to walk to every place he wants to see. The record shop, the beach, the actual school itself, and all of the niche little places around it, looking for something, anything to help him decide.

Until you're standing in a convenience store, and someone—an alpha, approaches you. You don't understand his heavy flirting until he mentions your heat. And then it hits you. Your heat was due to start today. You're stumbling back, all too warm, muttering an apology as you turn to walk away, but this guy is persistent, grabbing hold of your shoulder before you can get too far.

Or at least...he tries.

Harrison comes out of absolute nowhere. Shoving himself between you like a brick wall, and he's arguing, saying something, but you can't hear it. There's a new scent in the room. Faint at first, but it follows you as he guides you out to the car, promising to come back with your chosen snacks. Something akin to pineapple and a fresh ocean breeze, like you've been transported straight to the beach.

Harrison thinks you've figured out that he's an alpha.

You just think he smells good.

It's hard to recall how things escalated after he carried you back to the hotel room. Whether it be the moment your pained plea for help met his ears or when his kind, inexplicably dark eyes met with yours. But one way or another, you find yourself gasping at the feeling of his scruffy mouth against your lips, cradling your face between his big hands, promising he'll take care of you; he'll make it stop hurting.

He eats you out like a man starved. Works you through two long-winded orgasms, has a sheen of sweat clinging to his flushed skin when he comes back up to kiss you again. It's still not enough, but you can't even think about it because something has just occurred to you.

He's an alpha.

And he's just shocked to the core that you didn't realize until now. But maybe that's also what makes him so eager to please you; it's everything he's craved. To be wanted, regardless of his status, and hear you are, mid-heat, begging for him for the sole reason of it being him.

Regardless of the reason, it's a wonder you can even walk when he's done with you. Hiking your legs over his broad shoulders, biceps bulging as he fucks you nice and proper. Makes you beg him to knot you, to breed you nice 'n full, make a complete mess of your poor pussy. Shushing and kissing you as it catches, grunting prettily into your ear and filling you so full that your head spins.

The trip is only meant to be two days. It extends to five because he can't keep himself away from you. Rubbing his scent all over you, nipping at your soft skin with his teeth, and grumbling into your neck. The closest thing he can get to a contented purr. He bends you over the sink, fucks you into the mattress, and guides you to ride him on the couch, never once misses the chance to sink in deep and let your bodies tether. Grows annoyed when he can't keep his cum from leaking out and down your pretty thighs.

And when you do head home, you can only press pause for so long. Fighting the temptation to pull over and tangle in the back seat, only held back by the fear of being caught. Your friend isn't home when you tumble through the door, and you're so thankful that she isn't because your shirt is off before you make it into your room. Luggage long forgotten because you can only focus on the warm, oversized alpha squeezing you in his big arms.

In fact, you keep him there for the night. And the one after that.

Over the course of a short trip, Harrison goes from passing as a beta to going without the medications and washes, shamelessly rubbing his scent all over you and bugs you to do the same 'cause he needs everyone to know he belongs to you. The deciding factor on schools is you; he wants to be fifteen minutes away rather than a couple of hours. And then your friend gets back on her feet, finds a place of her own, and one day, Harisson quits leaving your home.

This man loves to watch you mosey about the house, gathering up his softest clothing and situating it all into one big nest on the bed. Harisson isn't the biggest on scenting things that aren't you, but if you hold something up to him and ask for it, he'll gladly rub the side of his head against it until you deem it suitable. Always waits for you to invite him inside of it, too; it's such an intimate space, and he'd hate to upset you by intruding. One of his friends accidentally opened the bedroom door on you while looking for the bathroom, and Harisson damn near lost his mind. "This is a cute bedroom." "Yeah, it is; now shut the damn door."

There is rarely a day when a head doesn't turn Harisson's way; classmates, coworkers, friends, and strangers alike hit on him, but he's only got eyes for you. If you'll let him, he'll parade you around every chance he gets, showing you off to the world; grows possessive when anyone takes that as an invitation to touch you. It's a wonder it takes him so long to mark you as his because he sure is eager to ensure everyone sees the healing scar on his pretty neck.

Everything you want, you get. He spoils you to no end. He supports the whole independence thing, but once he gets on his feet as a doctor, he's too happy to let you become a stay-at-home omega if that's what you want. Because there is nothing this man loves more than walking through the front door of his house and being greeted with your chirps and kisses.

...well, he might enjoy the sound of you begging him to knot you a little bit more, but that's neither here nor there.

#harrison knott #press play #harrison knott x reader #delgato's asks #omegaverse

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atinycafe · 11 months

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LIME SORBET — ch 01 [jetlag]

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader, platonic!beta!maddox x reader (joong + san + woo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader just lands in s. korea and maddox is here to drive her home, but who are those men next to him?

WRD COUNT; 2.7k

NOTES; this takes place during the inception era, so joong has blue hair yas!! + it's so sweeeeet, the boys r like so quick 2 b attracted 2 her it's crazy + reader is oblivious so it's a slay, make the boys work 4 ur lov!! + soulmates r mentionned + kyungmoon is maddox korean name btw

TAGLIST; no one yet! lmk if you want 2 b added!

She cracked her neck as she descended from her flight, a mix of exhaustion and excitement coursing through her veins. This moment marked a new chapter, creating a tale of unforeseen beginnings in the young omega's life. The long journey from LA to Seoul had left her weary, but the anticipation of commencing her new career kept her spirits high.

Stepping into the bustling airport, she inhaled the unfamiliar scents and absorbed the vibrant energy surrounding her. The girl's eyes darted around, searching for her dear friend Kyungmoon amid the sea of faces. Her heart fluttered with impatience as minutes turned into what felt like hours. Uncertainty gnawed at her, turning her usual sweet citrusy scent bitter, but she remained optimistic, trusting that her friend would show up soon. Oblivious to the fact that the beta had brought along some of his alpha companions, she stood there, a vision of beauty in her own right, radiating an air of independence and grace.

As she waited, the omega's thoughts drifted to the adventures that awaited her in Seoul. She envisioned exploring the bustling city streets, indulging in delectable Korean cuisine, and immersing herself in the rich culture once again. She truly had missed her country. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of wanderlust as she remembered her peripeteias that lead her to where she was. She had finally finished her trainee period after two long years in dance studios, vocal classes and many other categories. She was ready to start her career. She deserved it after all the hard work, her efforts and labor standing as undeniable testament to her dedication and perseverance.

Though weariness tugged persistently at her spirit, the omega's appearance remained steadfastly impeccable. Cascading in resplendent disarray, her tousled hair wove loose waves down her shoulders, adorning her delicate features like tendrils of moonlight. Draped in a long bodycon dress, its fabric sculpting her figure with grace, she defied the constraints of fatigue, radiating an air of confidence and allure. A subtle contradiction played out in her fashion choice, for atop her form-fitting attire, she had donned a baggy jacket, its oversized silhouette serving as a symbol of comfort and nonchalant elegance. Amidst this unique combination of clothing, she exuded an irresistible charm that commanded attention, captivating the gazes and stirring admiration among those fortunate enough to lay their eyes upon her. People couldn't help but be drawn to her presence, both because of her striking beauty and the rarity of her being an omega, a presence often regarded with fascination and reverence.

Moreover, it was not only her visual allure that captured the fascination of those around her, but also the enchanting scent that accompanied her presence. A subtle yet distinct aroma, reminiscent of sweet limes and fresh blossoms, wafted delicately through the air, leaving a trail of intrigue in its wake. It was as if her very essence, an olfactory symphony of citrusy notes, beckoned passersby to linger a moment longer, their senses entangled in the intoxicating allure. Strangers found themselves inexplicably drawn to her, compelled to bask in the delightful fragrance that emanated from her being, an ethereal fragrance that added an enchanting layer to her already mesmerizing aura.

With an impatient sigh, the omega decided it was time to venture beyond the confines of the bustling airport and seek out her cherished friend Maddox. As she stepped outside, her gaze scanned the area, searching eagerly for his familiar face amidst the crowd of unfamiliar faces.

And then, there he was, standing a short distance away, looking as anxious and excited as she felt. In that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Without a second thought, she broke into a sprint, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as she closed the distance between them. The world blurred around her as she ran towards Kyungmoon, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, as they finally met, she flung her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight embrace, two years' worth of separation melting away in an instant. Their reunion was a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared, a bond that had weathered the test of time and distance.

[flashback] As the grueling session of vocal lessons came to an end, Maddox and the omega sought refuge in the comfort of the practice room, their laughter echoing through the air. They had formed a unique bond, a sibling-like connection that went beyond mere friendship. Leaning against the wall, their tired expressions softened into smiles as they exchanged stories and shared the challenges and triumphs of their day. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a testament to the ease and comfort they found in each other's presence. Maddox affectionately nudged the omega's shoulder, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You were really good today!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with genuine admiration. "Your voice soared to new heights, you just might be a new rival to Jongho." Jongho. The maknae of the rookie group ATEEZ, who had just debuted as she got accepted in the KQent. Blushing, the omega grinned, appreciating Maddox's unwavering support. "Stooop," she whined, her voice brimming with heartfelt appreciation. "I could never, did you hear him, I think his voice goes higher than mine. And he's an alpha!" she laughed out loud. In the warmth of their bond, there was an unspoken understanding. They were there for each other, offering guidance and encouragement through thick and thin. Their connection was like a secret language, understood only by them. In that precious moment, their laughter mixed with the profound harmony of their connection, creating a sanctuary of unwavering support and affection. Their bond, nurtured through their unspoken understanding, would guide them as they embarked on their respective journeys, with Maddox serving as a mentor who inspired the omega to reach for the stars. [end of flashback]

Lost in their joyous embrace, the omega remained oblivious to the presence of the alphas behind Maddox. Their eyes, however, were fixed upon her, captivated by the intensity of the moment. The alphas observed the way she clung to Maddox, the genuine affection evident in her embrace. They couldn't help but be drawn to her, not just because of her pretty eyes, pretty smile, cute nose, rosy cheeks, sweet scent (okay, maybe because she was super cute) but also because her pure and unguarded emotions seemed to shimmer like a beacon in the surrounding chaos.

For a fleeting moment, the alphas exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the undeniable connection that had formed between them and the enchanting omega. Their curiosity stirred, they watched as the omega finally pulled away from Maddox, her eyes shining with unbridled happiness. It was a scene they couldn't tear their gazes away from, as if destiny itself had orchestrated their convergence in that very moment.

As the omega and Maddox finally reunited, their excitement bubbled over, and they couldn't contain their joy. Squealing with delight, they spoke in rapid succession, their words overlapping in a familiar language only they could understand. Their conversation was a whirlwind of inside jokes, memories, and declarations of how much they had missed each other.

Meanwhile, the alphas observed this lively exchange, their thoughts intertwining in a silent symphony. Their telepathic dialogue unfolded, each alpha offering their own perspective on the omega's magnetic presence and her undeniable connection with Maddox.

"Look at her," the shortest alpha with blue hair mused, his thoughts colored with admiration for the omega's vibrant energy.

"They seem close," another alpha with soft dimples chimed in, his inner voice tinged with slight envy and covetousness. Despite him only thinking it, he couldn't help the subtle pout forming on his pink lips

The third alpha, faintly tanned and with moles adorning his face, joined the conversation, his thoughts filled with playful mischief. "Sanni~ slow down, you're going from zero to 'head over heels' in record time" he mused, unable to resist a lighthearted teasing.

At the comment 'Sanni' rolled his eyes and nudged his friend with his elbow, "Wooyoung, why are you acting like I literally can't hear your thoughts," he retorted. The blue haired man let out a "Gotcha!" at the back of their minds, still not leaving the sweet girl out of his eyes.

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Wooyoung let out a scream, wide eyes on his leader as he faked a jab to his shoulder. At the scream, both Maddox and the young girl turn to look at them.

"Are you crazy? Why are you screaming my name like that in the middle of the airport, what if people recognize us?" Hongjoong actually turned to punch him in the side of his chest, making the boy crouch down dramatically, letting a small "Leader whyyy". She giggles.

The girl's melodious laughter caught the attention of all three alphas, their thoughts momentarily distracted from their playful banter. All captivated by the sound that seemed to weave its way into their very souls.

They couldn't help but be enchanted by the girl's laughter. It danced in their ears, like a sweet melody that stirred something deep within them. Wooyoung's mischievous nature momentarily forgotten, he found himself drawn to the sound, eager to be the one to elicit such joyous expressions.

San, the alpha with dimples, also couldn't resist the infectious nature of her laughter. His negligible jealousy momentarily subsided as he found himself captivated by the genuine happiness radiating from her. He couldn't help but wonder if he could be the one to bring forth that laughter, to witness it blossom like a delicate flower under his playful antics.

Hongjoong observed the interaction between the girl and his pack brothers, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes. Her laughter had reached his ears, echoing like a symphony in the vastness of his mind. Being the astute and perceptive leader of the pack, he observed his fellow members, as they surreptitiously stole glances at the captivating omega. He could sense the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions stirring within them, their minds ablaze with curiosity and desire. Though they had tried to mask their reactions, Hongjoong, with his keen senses, easily picked up on their telltale signs.

Inwardly, he made a mental note to have a conversation with his pack members about the growing attraction they felt towards the omega.

Yes, she was cute.

Yes, she was lovely.

Yes, she was to die for.

But as the leader of his pack, it was his responsibility to ensure a harmonious and respectful dynamic within the pack. He understood the tumultuous nature of desires, especially when it concerned an omega as enchanting as the one before them. It was essential to address their feelings and establish clear boundaries to maintain a healthy pack environment.

As Maddox and the girl turned their attention towards them, the alphas quickly regained their composure, their expressions shifting to a mixture of nonchalance and amusement. San straightened up, flashing a charming smile, while Hongjoong offered a nod of acknowledgment. Wooyoung, on the other hand, had a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Caught off guard by their sudden interaction, the girl's eyes widened in surprise, her laughter faded into a shy smile. The alphas exchanged a brief moment of silent telepathy, their thoughts entwined like a delicate dance. There was a palpable tension in the air, a recognition of the magnetism that seemed to draw them together.

For pete's sake! Have they never met an omega before? Well, they sure are acting like it. Hongjoong pondered the question that lingered in his mind: What was it about this particular omega that had stirred such unprecedented reactions among his pack members — not wanting to admit it but him too? As he considered the extraordinary reactions of his pack brothers towards the omega, a realization dawned upon him. The intensity of their responses, the unspoken connection they felt with her, and the sheer magnetism she exuded— all pointed towards one possibility: she might be their mate.

The concept of a mate held deep significance within their society. It represented a soulful connection, a bond that transcended mere friendship or attraction. A mate was someone who completed and complemented them, a partner with whom they could forge an unbreakable union.

The discovery of mates was a rare and treasured occurrence. It was a phenomenon that went beyond the realm of simple probability and statistics. Finding a mate was not an everyday experience; it was a rare alignment of fate and destiny, where the threads of souls intertwined in a way that defied logic and explanation. The process of recognizing a mate required a profound connection, a resonance that transcended superficial attraction and ran deeper than physical or emotional compatibility.

As the notion of the omega potentially being his mate settled in Hongjoong's mind, a sense of giddiness and excitement surged within him. It was as if a surge of euphoria coursed through his veins, heightening his senses and setting his heart aflutter. The mere thought of sharing a deep, intimate bond with someone so captivating and beautiful was both exhilarating and humbling.

In the depth of his admiration for her, Hongjoong found himself captivated by her every feature. From her pretty eyes that sparkled with joy and curiosity, to her sweet smile that could light up a room. Every aspect of her appearance seemed to align perfectly with his own preferences and desires, making him feel as if she were custom-made to captivate his hear—

"-oong"

"Hongjoong"

"Hongjoong! Help us carry this!"

Startled out of his reverie, Hongjoong blinked rapidly as Maddox's words registered in his mind. He quickly snapped back to reality, realizing that he had momentarily drifted off into his own thoughts, consumed by the sweet girl.

Shaking off the lingering daze, Hongjoong flashed a sheepish smile at Maddox, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and distraction. "Sorry, lost in my own world for a moment there," he chuckled, his voice betraying the remnants of his giddy state.

Without further delay, Hongjoong sprang into action, his focus shifting from his inner musings to the immediate task at hand. He joined the boys in attending to the luggage, the weight of his thoughts momentarily set aside as he dedicated himself to practical matters.

"Oh let me help"

As the words left the omega's lips, a collective chorus of panicked voices erupted from the alphas. "No!" they exclaimed in unison, their expressions a mix of alarm and concern. Startled by their sudden outburst, the omega blinked in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing. Even Kyungmoon cast odd glances at them from the background.

Before she could utter a word, however, the alphas quickly composed themselves, their sheepish expressions replacing the initial panic. They exchanged glances, silently communicating their shared decision, and then turned to face the omega with reassuring smiles.

"Actually, it's fine," Maddox spoke up, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of amusement, seemingly aware of why the alphas were acting in a such peculiar way. Well, she was a pretty girl, and they sure have been working hard on their comeback, not really having the time for contact with the opposite gender. "The car is just right around the corner. We've got it under control, don't worry."

Hongjoong nodded in agreement, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "We appreciate your offer, but we've got everything covered. Just leave the heavy lifting to us," he said, his tone warm and reassuring.

Wooyoung and San chimed in, their voices filled with genuine appreciation. "You've already traveled a long way. We don't want you to tire yourself out even more," Wooyoung explained, his eyes filled with concern.

San nodded in agreement, his voice soft and earnest. "Maddox brought us here to help you. Let us handle the logistics while you relax and enjoy the moment." He softly pats the omega's head, his other hand lifting the heavy luggage, making his bicep bulge.

The omega's confusion gradually transformed into a smile, touched by their thoughtfulness and protective nature. "Alright," she relented, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, guys."

With that, the group began to make their way towards the car, the alphas leading the way while Maddox walked alongside the omega, offering light conversation. As they approached the waiting vehicle, Hongjoong couldn't help but steal glances at the omega, his gaze filled with a newfound appreciation. The anticipation of what their connection could mean lingered in the back of his mind, fueling his determination to be present and supportive during this pivotal time as trivial as it may be. He knew there would be opportunities to explore the depth of their bond, but for now, he would channel his excitement into being reliable, puffing his chest and all. Ah alphas and their ego~

[next]

#lime sorbet #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #mingi #yunho #yeosang #san #wooyoung #jongho #omegaverse #x reader #poly #reverse harem #soulmate #fluff

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bwoahtastic · 6 months

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What would be some differences between Max and Omega Max in alternate a/b/o?

Okay okay okay here we go:

A big one first: Omega Max having not grown up with Jos? Jos wanting nothing ti do with him, either he grew up with just Sophie as mum or another couple adopted him (this is what OG Max is most jealous of)

They both are good friends with their Lando, and the two Landos are really similar

Omega Max is delighted when he realises OG Max has cats (and therefore he has cats for a little bit) because he loves cats but didn't get any yet

Omega Max bakes cakes a lot which is the biggest thing that convinces the others that this Max is not their Max lol

They both have 3 championships

Basically OG Max has black cat energy but Omega Max has golden retriever energy

Omega Max is good friends with Charles but is no longer close to Dan (they were courting but broke it off when Dan left red bull, things were awkward ever since)

Omega Max is a little more shy and a little less brash than OG Max

Omega Max started his career later but got championships quicker

OG Max loves g&t, Omega Max can't stand it

OG Max is a little bigger and broader than Omega Max is, which probably means he will treat Omega Max like a little brother if they ever meet lol

Omega Max is left handed

Omega Max drives for Ferrari with Charles

They both laugh about their own jokes

Omega Max doesn't have a geography obsession but is insanely good at maths

OG Max when he is in the a/b/o verse smells more like caramel while Omega Max is all soft vanilla

Omega Max will take one of OG Max's shirts back to his own universe to put in his nest

Omega Max has a scar on his shoulder from an operation, Max gets it tattooed so they match

Literally these two would be besties when they meet okay, they beter forever be able to visit each other or I'll be sad quags

#asks #alternate a/b/o

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late-night-talking · 2 years

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Loving You’s the Real Thing

Part 1

a/n: this is set in an a/b/o verse, if you don’t like that kind of thing, no worries, just scroll on! as for the people who do read, I love wolfrry and a/b/o verse so I’m pretty excited for this (mini?) series. if you have any questions about what’s going on or the logistics of a/b/o, don’t hesitate to message and ask! hope you all enjoy and I would love any feedback.

word count: 3k

warnings: a/b/o dynamics

summary: Harry is next in line to be Alpha, ready to let his mother relax after having to take on the responsibilities of the pack following the death of her husband, his step father, but one thing is holding him back. He has yet to find his Luna.

She had felt off for a few weeks. In and out of daydreaming, which was not like her. She kept thinking about her mate. Where they were, what they were doing, and most importantly, when they would find her. She would experience flashes of them when she closed her eyes, their hands or eyes, and brief whiffs of what she could only call, home, mate. It was driving her mad, mentally and physically.

She thinks it’s just her heat, showing it’s ugly head in warning, but none of her previous heats manifested in such a way. Not that she had many ‘adult’ heats, maybe six after turning 18, when heats started to get more sexual and less… school-girl.

When presenting, Alphas and Omegas would go though less intense ruts and heats that didn’t require or demand a sexual partner, until they turned 18. It was just the way of bodies forming into their secondary gender, and also getting the individual ready for the real thing, when it was near impossible to get through it without another. It was also meant to give time to find your mate, but these days, it was rare to find your mate within your pack. Which left you with finding them in the wild, like people do.

Y/N was trying to focus on her healing class, practicing harnessing her care-taking Omega traits into a stream of healing energy. Only a select few had the capabilities, and it wasn’t without training and hard work.

The alpha below her, if she could call him that, had went off and stupidly sought out a fight in unclaimed territory. An obviously much more powerful Alpha had put him in his place. Unclaimed territory was meant for rogue wolves, outcasted from their packs, not drunk wolves looking for a fight. The territory was policed by the surrounding pack territories, on a rotating schedule, by what Y/N gathered.

As she was removing his make-shift bandages, just his shirt tied tightly around his midsection, an aroma suddenly smacked her in the face, pulling her from her supposed concentration. The luscious smell was definitely not coming from the wolf below her, she had smelled him as soon as he was brought into the infirmary, but almost from his… wounds?

The smell was somewhat familiar, the scent that had been coming to her in her daydreaming, but ten times stronger. She had to excuse herself and immediately find out which pack had been on post last night.

“Hey, Sarah?” Y/N called over to her classmate and friend. “Do you mind taking over? I’m not feeling that well.”

“‘Course not!” Sarah replies with a smile. They had grown up together as best friends. She had already found her mate, Mitch, which of course Y/N was a bit jealous of. “Let me know if you need anything, hope you start to feel better!”

All Y/N could do was give her a meek smile, and scurry out of the infirmary. Shoving the large wooden doors open, she’s met with the wonderful temperate of fall, wind blowing her hair around her face a bit.

All she can think of is finding the source of that wonderful smell. She makes a bee-line to the pack house, navigating the vast halls to the large room that essentially is like a town hall. It has all known records and histories of the surrounding territories, treaties, and most importantly to her, the schedule of the guards.

Y/N hustles to the front desk, where the historian sits. She’s a sweet lady, always willing to help how she can. The woman’s small spectacles sit atop her nose, close to the tip. Y/N waits as patiently as she can for the woman to stop reading and look up at her.

Soon enough, the grey-haired Beta looks up with a small smile, “What can I help you with dearie?”

“Uhm, I was wondering which pack was on guard last night. I work in the infirmary, and had an injured wolf, who went off looking for a fight. I just wanted to be able to check on the Alpha who put him in his place.” Y/N practically word-vomits out, trying to be somewhat inconspicuous.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re quite alright. And if not, they have their own healers at their pack.”, the woman reassuringly states. “But if you must know, the schedule that is agreed on is with the treaties. There should be a binder in that isle labeled as such. It’s looked over and agreed on with all the packs every year, so it should be accurate.” As the woman is talking, she points over to an area of the large library.

“Thanks! I appreciate it.” Y/N states as fast as she can, hurrying towards the isle clearly labeled treaties.

Before she can get too far away, at an increased volume, the woman states, “Hope you can find what you’re looking for!”

All Y/N can do is glance behind her to offer a small smile, but the woman is looking back at her, with a knowing look.

Once she finds the clearly labeled binder, flipping through the pages to get to the current months schedule. Her eyes scan the month quickly, finding who was on patrol last night. Her vivid globes widen a bit at the answer to her question.

The Starlight Pack. They were well known for being a pack full of beautiful creatures, even their Betas. Being one of the strongest packs in the surrounding states, Y/N knew a good bit about them. Their current leader was a single Luna. Her husband had tragically passed, however having no biological children of his own, his stepson was next in line.

Unfortunately for the reigning Luna, her son could not become Alpha until he found a suitable Luna. This was common practice across all packs. The Luna did not need to be the Alpha’s true mate, however that was of course, preferable.

Her mind wandered, thinking of who in the renowned pack could be her mate. Trying to piece them together, from what she gathered from her dreams, awake or asleep.

Catching herself in yet another daydream, Y/N realized she was wasting time. Her next hurdle might be her biggest on her quest to find her mate, getting to their pack.

The Starlight Pack was actually adjoining her pack, connecting in a northwest quadrant. However, the city center, if you could call them cities, are in the middle of their territories, surrounded by vast forests, giving distance between pack lines.

Packing a bag, throwing on a burgundy knit jumper, and leaving a, hopefully, reassuring note for her parents, knowing they wouldn’t let her leave on her own if they had been there instead of their positions. She also text Sarah, just giving her a heads up, not leaving time for her to talk Y/N out of it.Going to the pack garage, she spoke to the clerk there, signing out a car to ‘go into town for feminine products, for my Beta friend’ is all she had to say to avoid more questions from the Beta male.

The pack centers were roughly 40 miles away from each other, taking about an hour of driving to get there. The roads were almost completely empty, no one else being on them besides travelers or hikers. The leaves still hanging onto the trees were red-wine stained and honeyed hues, with some darker purples mixed in. The trees created an arch of sorts over the road, only letting in streaks of sunlight and blue sky.

With the sun falling below the horizon, Y/N pulled up to the gates of the Starlight Pack, her heart sinking into her stomach. She hadn’t quite thought of what she was going to say, it’s not like they were going to let some stranger in. Coming to a slow, she heard the rustle of fallen leaves being thrown behind the car.

She knew she was about to be questioned by a group of Alphas. Who else would be guarding their border? With a deep breath, she swings the car door open, throwing her legs out and stepping onto the ground, leaves crunching under her boots. As expected, two Alphas emerge from the wrought iron gate.

“How can we help you, lil omega? Did ya get lost on yer way home?” One of the men question. He’s not threatening in his tone, trying to be more helpful, rather than harmful, but his status enough is sufficient to make Y/N nervous.

With all her courage she can muster, she answers them in the strongest voice she can summon, “I came in search of my mate. I have reason to believe they’re here.”

Y/N tried hard not to word vomit the entire story, assuming these Alphas didn’t care why she believed such a thing. As the wind moved around them, her shiny hair was carried around her face, and she smelled them. Her mate. The wonderful scent of chamomile, musk, and sandalwood, even stronger than when she caught a whiff earlier in the day. If she could smell them, hopefully they could smell her and would come find her. It made Y/N’s brain fuzzy, and relaxed, not like she was standing in a strange place, with strange alphas who were not her mate.

The blonde one spoke again, “Wha’ makes ya think that, Omega? Maybe we can help?” The way he spoke was the same as last time, non-threatening. He actually seemed interested.

Moving her hands to her elbows, seeking some type of warmth, Y/N finds not having to search for the courage to answer this time, “I uh, was helping a wolf from my pack that was put in his place last night in the unclaimed territory. And, this is crazy, but I smelled it from his wounds. Who ever taught him a lesson is my mate. I did some research, your pack was on patrol last night. So, here I am.”

During what felt like a speech, the males look at each other with wide eyes. The brunette turns to speak, his mouth agape for a moment. However before he can say anything, a tall, lean figure is hurdling through the gates behind them, that wonderful scent following him. His eyes are wide, taking in as much as they can, searching. “Where is..”

Before he can finish, the men move aside, and their eyes land on each other. Y/N’s eyes are just as wide now, wind rustling around them, pushing his magnificent scent to her, and hers to him. She stands in awe as the man with umber colored, shoulder length hair, strides towards her quickly. Stopping inches from her chest, he’s a head length taller than her. Quipping her head up to him, her eyes meeting his glassy emerald eyes, their chests heaving, trying to pull each other’s scents in as much as possible.

He is the one to break the silence, “My omega? How’d ya find meh little one?”

Y/N’s heart stutters at her title coming from his lips and the sound of his scruff voice, “Doesn’t matter right now, my Alpha. My name is Y/N. I- I can’t believe I found you.” She’s about to burst, tears welling in her eyes.

The gorgeous man dips down closer to her face, canting to her ear, hand reaching up to push her smooth hair behind it, sparks darting when his fingers danced over her cheek, and just about purring,“‘M Harry, but yeh can call meh Alpha.”

• • • • •

His day started as all others, pulling himself from his lonely bed, wishing he could stay and go back to sleep. There, in his dreams, he was with his Omega. As much as he wanted to go searching for her, it wasn’t quite that desperate yet. His mother and him had decided if he hadn’t found his mate by 25, he could go searching for her. But only for six months, then he would have to settle for an omega that was good enough.

But no one would be good enough for him, besides her. She had only started coming to him in his dreams a few months ago. Before that, he could only think of what she looked or smelled like. When sleeping, he could see her, smell her, touch her. But her face was always fleeting his memory after the first few moments of being awake.

He felt bad he hadn’t completely relieved his mother of her duties. Neither an Alpha or a Luna were meant to rule alone, a perfect balance of each other. The exact reason he had yet to become Alpha, but he couldn’t settle on some omega he knew wasn’t his. Not yet, not until he had to. Though Harry saw the years practically multiplying on his mother since his step-father died. However the light had started coming back to her since she relieved more duties to Harry.

Getting ready for the day, he felt scattered and unfocused. Only one thing on his mind. Mate. He thought it could be his rut announcing itself, he hadn’t had one for maybe five months, when he had one every three usually. Unfortunately for him, he still had duties to attend to for the time being. He couldn’t lay in bed all day dreaming of silken hair and skin, getting himself off.

Leaving his chambers, drifting over to the meeting room, where his mother, himself, and their closest confidants met weekly. He wasn’t much interested in the conversation, as most of it was repeated information from last week. As it comes to a close, he has a feeling he can’t explain.

“Niall, Louis, can ya guys run perimeter guard fo’ the day? With the location of that brainless wolf from last night unknown, I want security tight, yeh? And I’ll take ya’s spot training for the day” The two men nod without question, Harry not even needing his Alpha voice, the men trusting him.

“Harry, I don’t think that wolf will come here, he probably whimpered home.” His mother tries to reason. Anne had been trying to let Harry have more power over the years. He practically ran the pack at this point and she was just a figurehead, but she gave her opinion when she felt he needed guidance.

He felt bad going against what his mother was thinking, but he had taken so much stress off her over the years, he wanted her to trust him. “I just have a feeling mum. Ya’ve put this much confidence in meh so far, yeh? This is un-disruptive and not puttin’ anyone in danger. Just for today.” Harry speaks with finality. Anne knows he’s right. No one will get hurt, and their only other assignment was helping with training possible future guards.

“Right, lads. Yeh know where ta find meh in tha trainin’ grounds, watching’ over those pups.” Harry says, after a moment of silence and acceptance of his previous statement, with a smirk. If those young alphas knew he was referring to them as pups, they would loose their ever-loving mind, and the thought of them wanting to even attempt to grapple with him.

The day was monotonous, besides a few interesting scrimmages between the young wolves learning to fight before him. He wasn’t usually in the training field, so he knew the pups in front of him were trying to show off. The training field was at the corner of the large clearing that contained their pack house, which looked small from the vantage point he had at the moment. With expansive woods behind them, and the tall log fencing on the side, they were close to the entry road. Given, it was a good few thousand feet away, he could still see Niall and Louis open the gate and step out.

That was enough to intrigue him, but not enough for him to wander over. The wind graced his face, as it had numerous times today. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the moment with the sound of the leaves rustling behind him. Until he was absolutely smacked in the face with the most luscious smell. So much stronger than in his dreams. His only thought was mate.

Without so much as a comment to the other men helping train, he took off sprinting, almost as fast as his wolf would be, his feet taking him closer to what he hoped to be his Omega. Sliding around the corner, out of the gate, all he could see was the backs of his men, but the delicious smell as strong as ever.

He begun to speak, but before barely getting any words out, the men moved aside. Set in front of him was the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on. Her opulent hair falling over her shoulders, her crimson jumper contrasting her skin beautifully, and a perfect pout on her full lips. Eyes shining like they were full of stars for him.

He doesn’t remember making the decision to stride up to her, barely a book thickness way from her voluptuous chest. His Omega pitches her head up to him. Harry breaks the silence that seems to go on forever, but was only a few seconds. “My omega? How’d ya find meh little one?”

A beat later, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, her voice, almost at a whisper, “Doesn’t matter right now, my Alpha. My name is Y/N. I- I can’t believe I found you.”

He keens at the sound of his title coming off her tongue, it never sounded so perfect before. Harry can’t help but lean closer, her scent becoming strong and heavy, and he surely can’t stop himself from lightly running his fingers over her cheek, electricity shooting between them at the softest of touch, and brushing her hair behind her ear with a rumble of, “‘M Harry, but yeh can call meh Alpha.”

fin.

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out of the frying pan and into the fire (but they don't know that yet)

falling stars fic masterpost

Whoever had built this roller coaster deserved a raise. It was handling the weight of Sonic, Shadow, the motobug, and even the large robot like a champ. The large robot stood a ways in front of the others, its bold proclamation vibrating the metal tracks, but they refused to be intimidated.

Sonic's eyes widened. "Distress signal?" he repeated. Then, he looked down at the motobug. Its eyes were still flashing that same desperate red as before. "Huh… I never would've guessed our little buddy came with a direct line to someone like you! But hey, I'm glad it's got some friends on speed dial!"

The large robot bored its crimson eyes into Sonic. "INCORRECT," it said. "THIS UNIT IS NOT 'FRIENDS' WITH THAT INFERIOR MODEL."

The motobug beeped. If it was capable of making an expression, then it probably would have been sticking its tongue out right now.

"DO NOT INSULT ME, PUNY FODDER MODEL. I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A GRAPE."

Sonic was confused. "Well, if you're not pals, why'd you show up?"

With a single sharp, titanium plated finger, the large robot pointed at Sonic and Shadow. "SCANS OF THE AREA INDICATED AN ABNORMAL SPIKE IN CHAOS ENERGY. THE DISTRESS SIGNAL HAD AN ESTIMATED 73.4% CHANCE OF BEING RELATED."

Shadow didn't like where this was going. "Why would Chaos Energy be of any interest to you?"

"YOUR INQUIRY IS IRRELEVANT," the large robot said. "PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: LOCATE AND RETRIEVE MISSING HEDGEHOGS. MISSION STATUS: 50% COMPLETE."

Sonic and Shadow looked at each other. Then, Sonic turned back towards the large robot. "That other half might be tough to come by, big guy," Sonic said. He spared a glance over his shoulder and saw that the G.U.N. soldiers had begun scaling the hill below them. "Y'see, we're kinda popular right now…"

"DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME," the large robot snapped. "MY ARSENAL IS EXTENSIVE. AND DEADLY."

It was then that the large robot's hands retreated into its arms. With its blasters now operational, it raised them up, preparing to shoot down whichever poor G.U.N. soldier was unlucky enough to reach the top of the tracks first.

Sonic felt uneasy as he stared down the barrels of the large robot's blasters. They didn’t look like very precise weapons. Cautiously, he urged the motobug to drive behind the large robot. Now, at least, they wouldn’t get caught in the crosshairs of those massive machine guns.

“Blue,” Shadow hissed, his eyes locked on the back of the large robot’s head. “We don’t need to put our faith in this machine. A warp is still possible.”

Sonic glanced at Shadow. He whispered back, “Then what? You go dark on me again? I’d rather take my chances with Mr. Mecha here.”

“THIS UNIT HAS BEEN DESIGNATED E-123 OMEGA.”

A single drop of sweat slid down Sonic’s head like he was an anime character. “Sorry,” he said. “I’d rather take my chances with Mr. Omega.”

“NO GENDERED TITLE IS NECESSARY.”

“…Just Omega?”

“CORRECT.”

A human hand appeared at the top of the tracks. A helmet and head joined it shortly afterwards, illuminated by the bright white spotlight on the ground. Omega didn't hesitate--he opened fire immediately, and the soldier dropped back down the tracks with a startled yelp. Bullets clanged off the tracks and pierced through the office building to their right, turning the green outer wall into a pretty decent impression of a cheese grater.

Then, everything went quiet. So quiet that Shadow could hear the internal mechanisms of the motobug whir as it sat idly on the tracks. Shadow hopped off of its back after a second spent in the tense, unmoving silence. Now he was standing parallel to Sonic and the motobug on the other side of the tracks, with his fists clenched tightly in anticipation.

The hedgehogs and robots watched the edge of the tracks. Waiting.

But they were looking at the wrong spot. No soldiers appeared from the hill--instead, a group of them dropped down from the sky, having leapt off the roof of the office building. Omega resumed his attack on them immediately, swinging his hulking robotic body around and letting loose a blanket of bullets that seemed to cover the night air with red hot steel.

A soldier with gold teeth landed on the tracks in front of Sonic. He jabbed his gun in the blue hedgehog's face, but Sonic was faster than him, and he slapped the gun out of the soldier's hands before he could pull the trigger. It fell to the ground far below, breaking into a million pieces when it hit the sidewalk.

The soldier jumped in fear when Sonic grabbed his collar. "W-Wait!" he gasped. "Don't! I just got my teeth fixed from the last time I saw you!"

Sonic frowned. He didn't let go of the man's collar. "You're that guy from the forest?"

Nodding, the soldier replied, "That's right!"

Sonic punched him in the face. A few of the soldier's gold teeth went flying.

"Word of advice?" Sonic quipped dryly. "Quit your job."

After releasing the man's collar, Sonic did something risky. He hopped off of the motobug's back, balanced on the tracks with his one uninjured leg, and then pushed the disoriented soldier over. The man landed on his back on the tracks, and once Sonic tied the hems of his shirt and pants to the horizontal beams, it was clear he wouldn't be rejoining the fight anytime soon.

When that was done, Sonic straightened. Then, the motobug drove up to him. Its eyes had returned to their original electric blue color, but the little robot was obviously still in distress--a feeling that worsened when Omega's aim shifted from the sky to the tracks and the soldiers that were crawling across them like insects.

Sonic did the only thing he could think of to keep himself and the motobug safe from the onslaught. He hooked one hand under Buggy's wheel, and then he dropped down under the tracks, dangling from them with his free hand. A concrete patio jutted out from the office building about 30 feet below them, but he wasn't going to risk that fall until someone tried stepping on his fingers, so he simply hung there for now.

Meanwhile, Shadow was up against the rest of the G.U.N. soldiers. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes the longer they fought, his punches driving back one soldier only to reveal two more. It was difficult to stay on the narrow, slippery tracks while trading blows--something the soldiers didn't have to worry about, Shadow realized, since their shoes were magnetized.

However, it wasn't until Omega started firing in his direction that Shadow really started to feel the heat. Sparks appeared around his fists, and when he socked the next G.U.N. soldier in the jaw, the impact released a burst of red kinetic energy, and the man's head snapped sharply to the side. He stumbled backwards, then fell to his hands and knees.

Omega took care of the rest. One by one, the soldiers crumpled under the pressure, until none of them were left standing.

Then, Shadow hurried over to where Sonic and the motobug were hanging from the edge of the tracks. He pulled them both up with one hand. "That was beyond reckless," Shadow said.

Sonic shrugged. "It was no big deal," he said. "Besides, I needed the workout!"

Omega turned towards Sonic and Shadow. His arm cannons were smoking. "THREAT ELIMINATED," he said. "COMMENCING HEDGEHOG RETRIEVAL PROTOCOLS."

Shadow tensed when the large robot moved to grab them, but then his attention shifted to the sky over his flat yellow head. Partially hidden by the darkness of the citywide blackout, a G.U.N. helicopter was hovering in the space just beyond the tracks, a giant missile hanging from its undercarriage, pointed directly at them.

Shadow zapped himself behind Omega. The missile unlatched from the helicopter. Shadow started glowing, his whole body on fire. The missile ignited, its tail ablaze with the promise to come right towards him. Shadow jumped from the tracks and landed on the window of the helicopter. The missile began rocketing forwards.

The pilots inside the helicopter became frantic at the sight of him, but there was nothing they could do.

Molten Chaos Energy exploded from Shadow's body. It engulfed the helicopter and the missile. It scorched them. Destroyed them completely. For a second there was ashes, but then they got eviscerated too. Shadow hung in the air for a moment afterwards, floating in the space where the helicopter and missile had just been, radiating power.

And then it all went dark. The red light disappeared, and he started to fall, his energy completely spent. The soldiers on the ground waited, all too ready to catch him.

But Sonic beat them to it. He didn't have a plan--he didn't need one. He had driven Buggy to the edge of the tracks and then leapt off of the motobug's back without a second thought, diving after his friend with determination.

Sonic caught Shadow by the wrist. Then, he curled around Shadow's unconscious body, steeling himself for the moment when they would hit the ground.

It wouldn't be the first time.

But history didn't repeat itself. Omega swooped in before the hedgehogs could create another crater, and he snatched them from the air, saving them from falling into G.U.N.'s clutches. Sonic winced just a little bit when Omega's big metal hands jostled his broken leg.

"HEDGEHOGS SECURED," Omega said. "REGRETTABLY, THE PUNY FODDER MODEL IS SECURED AS WELL."

Sonic looked up. The motobug waved down at him from its spot atop one of Omega's large shoulders. Its other claw was wedged in an extremely convenient, handle-like protrusion that the author is amazed they managed to make plot relevant somehow.

"BLUE HEDGEHOG," Omega said, his shiny eyes peering down at Sonic. "YOU DID NOT INFORM ME OF THE DARK ONE'S DESTRUCTIVE POWER. I LIKE IT."

Sonic adjusted Shadow in his arms, holding his friend's head against his shoulder. "It's news to me, too," Sonic admitted. After a moment spent listening to Omega's thrusters burn and crackle, he asked, "Thanks for the save, and all, but mind fillin' me in on where we're going?"

"DESTINATION: SCRAP BRAIN BASE."

"Heh," Sonic laughed. It was short and thin. "Way ahead of you. Seriously, though--what's the deal with you?"

"I DO NOT OPERATE UNDER A CONTRACT," Omega stated plainly.

Starlight City faded into the distance behind them. Up ahead, the horizon was free from skyscrapers. In fact, it was free from any buildings at all. The only things for miles were mountains of sand and the occasional palm tree. And now that they had lost sight of G.U.N., Omega was flying closer to the ground, kicking up clouds of sand and dust in his wake.

Sonic wanted to trust Omega. He had just helped them out of a tight spot, after all. And he seemed to know who they were--or, at the very least, he knew someone else who did. That lead was important, because it's what Stripes was looking for.

But Sonic couldn't help but wonder what waited for them at Scrap Brain Base, and if it was any good. Was Omega's creator going to be like G.U.N.? Sonic figured it was a coin toss.

Frowning, Sonic examined Omega. Unlike Buggy, the large robot was clearly built for combat. What kind of person would build something like him? "Omega," Sonic began, "you sure you're not with the military?"

"POSITIVE," Omega responded in that same booming mechanical voice as always. "MY CREATOR IS AN ENEMY OF THE STATE."

Sonic smiled faintly. Just like that, the scales tipped in favor of Omega's creator having decent character. "It doesn't seem hard to do," Sonic said somewhat bitterly. "Those police types always seem to wanna pick a fight!"

Shadow shuddered in Sonic's arms. He wore a pinched expression in his sleep and his fur was hot to the touch, despite the chill of the desert night. Whatever affliction he had suffered after their confrontation with the cowboy ghost was getting worse. That much was obvious to Sonic.

Carefully, the blue hedgehog ran his fingers through Shadow's quills. Quite a few of them were splintered or outright broken from their fall. Sonic cleaned them up with a deftness he didn't expect, hoping to bring at least a little comfort to his feverish friend.

Shadow's hard frown softened by a fraction, and Sonic considered it a win.

And there was one more thing. He no longer felt unsure about their destination, because he had realized something. If Omega's creator was familiar with them, then that was a good thing, because the guy would probably know a thing or two about Stripes. Specifically, what was wrong with him. Sonic just hoped they'd be willing to help.

Maybe then, he would be spared from having to hunt down a doctor.

#falling stars au #hehehehe

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