#Mating Run

[longlivesteddie]

Tw: fake/pretend relationship, omegaverse, mating runs, omega!Steve, alpha!Eddie, fake it till you make it.

When Steve presented as an omega, he thought his father will kick him out. And thinking back at it, he would prefer that to what was awaiting him.

His father was sure that the upcoming mating run will leave Steve without an alpha. And so he made a deal with one of his friends to give Steve to him for a piece of company.

Steve's only option to avoid that was to find someone, who would catch him during the mating run event. Someone, who would be willing to pretend to be his alpha for a year, just long enough for Steve to save some money and leave Hawkins. Someone, who would act as if they're mated.

There was only one person crazy enough to say yes.

Eddie the freak Munson.

#steddie #omegaverse #omega!steve #alpha!eddie #mating run #fake/pretend relationship

[sinqueen69]

Moonlit Blood [Rick/Daryl-TWD]

Rick wasn’t a fan of Mating Runs, but having watched Maggie and Glenn’s relationship flourish after their Mating Run, he couldn’t help but want.

August Heat 2023 Day 6 - Wild [Primes, Predator/Prey, Feral A/B/O]

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Rick rolled his shoulders, debating if he should just strip out of his fleece-lined jacket as he sauntered through the forest, the designated area for this year’s Mating Run. Rick’s senses were high and his eyes snapped towards every sound he heard, no matter how close or far it was. Howls rang out every so often as other Alphas found their mates. The sun had set a while ago and the full moon bathed the forest in silver light giving everything a supernatural glow, but Rick had never felt more at ease than he did when he was under a full moon.

Rick wasn’t a fan of Mating Runs. This was the first one he had ever taken part in. Rick had met and fallen in love with Lori [a Beta] in high school and never had to endure one of these before. He didn’t understand the urge to go hunt down some strange Omega and force them into being his mate.

It had taken the effort of both his pups and his pack to convince him to even participate in this year’s. He knew they just wanted him happy, he knew these could work thanks to watching Glenn and Maggie flourish after meeting in a Mating Run. Glenn was glowing with his pregnant stomach and Maggie couldn’t stop preening about it.

Rick wanted that, he wanted a relationship like that, he wanted one that was better than the one he had with Lori, which wasn’t that hard considering how she had cheated on him with his childhood best friend, but Judith came out with Rick’s eyes and his underlying scent. It had been heartbreaking but easier to banish both Lori and Shane from the pack when his daughter was in his arms and his son’s approval and presence were at his side.

Rick shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he lazily leapt over a fallen log, averting his eyes when he heard the sounds of an Alpha mating their chosen Omega nearby. Rick sighed before casting his senses out over the forest, as a Prime Alpha his senses were stronger than normal Alpha and he could pinpoint almost every Alpha and Omega in the forest.

Rick tilted his head to the side as he noticed a pack of Alphas moving together, even he knew it was odd for Alphas to stick together during a Mating Run. It was bad form and scared off any potential mates, it was giving him a bad feeling and his feet turned towards the direction of the Alpha pack.

Rick paused, this wasn’t his problem. He was here to find a mate, or just wait until the time limit was up. He was fine either way, so he rolled his neck as he debated turning in the opposite way of the pack of Alphas.

Rick took a single step away from the gathered Alphas when a scent caught his attention. It was crisp like a pine tree, it had the undertones of dirt and fallen leaves. The scent was close to the forest the Mating Run was in, but underneath it all was a soft scent of cinnamon and to Rick, the combination of these scents smelt like home in a way he couldn’t explain.

A rumble built up in Rick’s chest as his arms fell to his side, his closing as he inhaled deeply. Rick’s head lolled to the side as he just stood there, enjoying the sweet scent before an angry, fear-laced Omega cry echoed out. Rick’s eyes snapped open, glowing Alpha red and his pupils circled with purple showcasing that Rick was a Prime Alpha.

Rick was running before he even made the conscious decision to move, his mind going into overdrive as he darted through the foliage. The scent Rick had focused on was becoming stronger with each step he took, a growl coming from his peeled-back lips as the sweet scent was tainted with fear and anger.

Rick burst into a clearing, barely taking in the scene that greeted him before he flew into action with a roar. The pack of Alphas he had sensed before had filled the clearing. Two of them were pinning a growling, snarling, struggling Omega to the forest floor. Another Alpha in a ripped jean vest with a sour scent was squatting by the pinned Omega’s head, grinning victoriously.

Rick just knew the Alpha was spewing vile filth at the Omega who was forcibly pinned to the ground and smelling like fear and anger. The pinned Omega was covered in small cuts and dirt as if he had been running away from this group of Alphas, not wanting to be mated to any one of them. This Omega’s scent was like a siren song to Rick and he would be damned if he let some no-name, vile Alpha take what was his.

Rick lunged at the lead Alpha, tackling the Alpha away from the pinned Omega. Rick vaguely noticed that with the distraction he created, the Omega threw his head back to bash the nose of one of the two Alphas holding him. The Omega hurried to his feet and crashed his fist into the other Alpha’s face, twisting away from the stumbling and bloodied Alpha. The Omega let out a snarl that was low and feral but also somehow sounded perfect in Rick’s ears as he shook his long bangs out of his burning gold eyes.

“This bitch is taken,” The Alpha Rick had tackled away from the Omega snapped. Both Alphas scurried off of each other and settled in low crouches as they slowly circled the other.

“Yeah, but not by you.” Rick rumbled, showing off his elongated fangs in a display of Dominance as his red and purple eyes burned.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re a Prime Alpha! This bitch is mine!” The Alpha in the vest shouted, Rick snarled at the stupid Alpha. Rick hurried forward, slamming into the cocky Alpha, not bothered by the way the other Alpha grunted and stood his ground.

“What are you going to do now sport?” The Alpha asked stupidly, Rick bared his teeth one last time before he let his instinct take over and he sank his fangs into the throat of the Alpha. Rick’s mouth was filled with blood and sinew as he tore the posturing Alpha’s throat out with a vicious yank of his head, warm blood drenched Rick’s beard and ran down his throat in rivets. Rick turned his head to the side, letting the Alpha slumped to the ground gurgling on his blood as Rick spat out the mouthful of blood and flesh.

The other Alphas all stilled and stared at Rick with open terror on their faces, Rick stepped away from the now-dead Alpha, drenched in the other’s blood.

“He’s mine,” Rick growled out and the other Alphas fled, leaving the bloodied Alpha and the Omega he saved alone in the clearing.

“Is that right?” The Omega spoke up a few moments later, voice low and raspy but the scent of fear and anger had faded just leaving behind that fresh forest scent laced with cinnamon that made Rick want to curl around the Omega and purr contently.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Rick tilted his head to the side, sweat-damp curly hair falling over his forehead, uncaring that he was drenched in another Alpha’s blood and no doubt came off as feral.

“Nah, you’re a protector no doubt about that. Plus ya smell like happy pups, which means you’re a provider.” The Omega commented and Rick puffed his chest up in a silent preen, his children were his life and he would do anything to protect them and his pack, his chosen family.

“I ain’t like other Omega’s, I ain’t gonna roll over for ya, I ain’t gotta be a little stay-at-home wife and pop out pups on demand.” The Omega snapped out, eyeing the forest as if looking for an escape in case. Rick fought back a sad noise, he didn’t want his Omega to be scared of him.

“Good, I don’t want that. Want a partner, want someone who will kill to protect my pups, my family.” Rick took a few steps closer, rumbling happily when the Omega didn’t move away.

“I know yer a protector, a fighter. Now let’s see if yer a hunter,” The Omega flashed a smirk at Rick before he turned and fled into the forest. Rick felt his bloodied lips stretch up into a feral grin, his blood starting to race in his veins as his cock twitched in his jeans. Rick took off after the Omega, eager to properly hunt down the Omega and make him his Omega.

The Omega’s scent had taken a spicer edge, telling Rick that the Omega he was chasing was aroused and excited. Rick had to focus as he followed the tracks the Omega left, having to double back a few times because the Omega had laid fake trails. Rick was excited, he had never felt this alive before and damn if his Omega wasn’t a clever thing. It just made Rick want to catch him and mark him as Rick’s so no one else could ever think of claiming what was his.

Rick wasn’t sure how long he chased his Omega through the forest, but he knew that he never wanted this to end, even if he also craved the ending. Rick let out a surprised grunt as he was tackled to the ground, the Omega he had been chasing had founded him instead.

Rick ended up on his back, hands gripping the Omega’s wrists as the Omega placed his hands on either side of the Alpha’s head, straddling Rick’s lap.

“Gotcha,” The Omega grinned, feral and full of adrenaline.

“Ya did,” Rick said lowly, unbothered that he the Alpha had been caught by an Omega during the Mating Run. He discovered he preferred this, it showed that he had chosen correctly, his Omega was strong and oh-so-clever.

“I’m a hunter, I know forests like the back of my hands. Ain’t gonna be giving that up anytime soon, got a problem with that? Alpha?” The Omega drawled, sounding very much like a redneck that the faded winged leather vest and sleeveless plaid shirt hinted at.

“Nah, like I said. I want a partner, an equal.” Rick stated and the Omega tilted his head as if studying Rick, but the position gave away how much the chase had turned them on, their erect cocks brushing against each other through the denim of their jeans.

“Good, cuz I don’t know what I would do if you were a prick. You smell too damn good to let go,” The Omega admitted, yelping when Rick suddenly flipped them and pinned the Omega to the ground. The yelp turned into a moan when Rick slotted himself between the Omega’s thighs and ground his erection against the Omega’s bulging pants causing the sweet, mouthwatering scent of slick filling the air around them.

“I’m Rick Grimes,” Rick said as he nosed down the column of the Omega’s neck, settling at the scent he was so taken with.

“Daryl Dixon,” Daryl whispered, arching up against the Alpha as his eyes closed in bliss as his and Rick’s scents twisted together.

“Daryl, gonna fuck you, mate you, then take you home to meet our pups.” Rick rumbled as he teasingly bit at the Omega’s mating gland. Daryl let out a keen at the touch and words.

“Want that, fuck, want that Rick.” Daryl agreed instantly, the pheromones they were releasing were too overpowering. Rick knew the two of them were entering a feral zone that Alphas and Omegas entered when compatible ones found each other. Nothing could stop them now and the only way to come out of the feral state was bloodied mating bites on their throats and the Omega stuffed full with the Alpha’s knot and cum.

Their hands descended on each other, pushing and tugging at clothes until they were nothing but a heap on the forest floor. Now that the Omega and Alpha were pressed skin to skin, it was only natural that Daryl grabbed the sides of Rick’s head, fingers digging into the wet curls and yanked him down for a dirty kiss. Both moaned and Daryl didn’t mind the tang of blood, in fact, it just made Daryl that much more turned on at the reminder that Rick had ripped another Alpha’s throat out to get to Daryl.

Rick ran his hands down Daryl’s chest, fingers pausing to rub over the Omega’s pink nipples. Daryl moaned and pressed up into those light touches as he hooked one leg over Rick’s hip to yank him down in a silent plea. Rick swallowed Daryl’s moan when he plucked the Omega’s nipples. Daryl broke the kiss, lips were swollen and wet with salvia. His cheeks were flushed and the golden ring of Omega gold was so thin that it was barely visible as Daryl looked up at the bloodied Alpha in full-blown arousal.

“Gonna fuck me now Alpha?” Daryl asked gruffly, tilting his head up when Rick leaned down and dragged his tongue up the column of Daryl’s neck, humming lowly at the taste of salty sweat but something uniquely Daryl.

“Gonna make you come now,” Rick amended as his fingers curled around Daryl’s cock, giving it a solid pump. Daryl let out a soft gasp, fingers twisting around Rick’s curls as his head fell back as Rick stroked his dripping erection, the scent of the Omega’s slick growing stronger with each pass of the Alpha’s hand. Rick couldn’t resist the sweet scent his chosen Omega was releasing, his mouth watered so it was no hassle for Rick to duck his head and seal his lips around the leaking head of the Omega’s erection.

Daryl yelped, body arching up towards Rick and nails digging into the Alpha’s scalp as Rick smoothly took every inch of the Omega’s cock into his mouth. Daryl gasped for breath, staring up at the treetops above them as he tried not to lose his mind while Rick sucked and lapped at his sensitive cock.

Rick smoothed his hands possessively over Daryl’s muscled and scarred thighs before sliding two fingers into the Omega’s soaking-wet hole. Daryl moaned low and wantonly, hips jerking as the Alpha’s fingers stretched him with a precision that the Omega hadn’t expected from an Alpha in feral mating mode. Between Rick’s mouth on his cock and fingers in his slick hole, Daryl stood no chance as he let out a cry as he came, drenching both the Alpha’s chin and fingers.

In any other situation, Daryl would have been embarrassed by the fact that he was coming so quickly, like he was in Heat for the first time. Instead, it felt natural and the pleased smile Rick gave him just made him settle further.

“You’re gonna be nice and slick now, gonna take my cock so well. I just know it,” Rick rumbled, his words a bit garbled by the fact his fangs had elongated again and paired with the drying blood on his face and throat made Daryl hot. This was the way Alphas were meant to be, to do anything to protect what was theirs.

Daryl rolled himself over and shoved his body into the classic presenting position without a second thought. He had never presented to anyone like this before, not until Rick and he would never present like this to anyone except Rick, his Alpha.

Rick snarled lowly as he gripped Daryl’s hips tightly, leaving bruises that would last for days after this. Daryl whined lowly, arching his back just a bit more to tempt his Alpha. If he didn’t get the Alpha’s cock in him right now, he would make Rick chase him down all over again.

Daryl wailed as Rick howled out in a primal, feral state as he slammed his cock into his chosen Omega. Daryl had taken Omega and Beta cock’s before, he had ridden fake knotting toys but that had been nothing like taking an Alpha’s cock properly. Daryl had never felt this full and perfectly stretched, with no burning and no ache, just a perfect fit.

Daryl dug his fingers into the dirt, sinking into the wonderful sensation of his Alpha mounting him in the territory that he felt most comfortable in. Dreams he had when he first presented as an Omega were finally coming true and he wanted to stay in this moment forever. Yet his mind went blank the moment Rick drew his hips back and thrust into him for the first time since he bottomed out.

Daryl’s mouth hung open and a keen escaped his throat as he clenched eagerly around Rick’s cock, desperate to both keep his cock inside of him and for the Alpha to keep fucking him. Rick chuckled lowly as if he understood the struggle Daryl was having internally. Rick leaned down and dragged his teeth over Daryl’s mating gland, sending a whole body shudder over the Omega.

Daryl let out something akin to a sob when Rick thrust into him again, cock striking directly against the Omega’s sensitive prostate. Fresh slick gushed out around the Alpha’s cock and down Daryl’s thighs, Rick made a noise of approval and sped up his thrusts, ensuring each thrust had his cock hitting against Daryl’s prostate.

Tears sprung from Daryl’s eyes and ran down his flushed cheeks, Daryl couldn’t stop them from spilling as he gasped and whined as he was fucked steadily by his Alpha. Rick had barely curled his fingers around Daryl’s once again hard cock before Daryl was crying out as he came for a second time, his slick hole clamping down tight around the Alpha’s cock.

Rick let out a low snarl as he snapped his hips forward harder, pounding into the Omega’s tight, sopping hole as he chased his orgasm. Rick’s knot began to catch on the Omega’s puffy, stretched rim and Daryl sobbed as Rick paused before shoving his almost fully formed knot deep into the Omega below him.

Daryl sobbed as Rick howled in triumph on pure instinct as his knot locked them together and small spurts of cum came from Daryl’s cock. Rick leaned down and bit through Daryl’s mating gland, their bond snapping to life between them and instantly Daryl settled, no longer feeling overwhelmed and adrift, he had his mate to ground him and soothe him.

Rick gently rolled them over, guiding Daryl’s leg up over his thigh as he purred contently, hand curving over the soft swell of Daryl’s stomach that he was currently pumping full of his seed. Rick lapped at the blood that was trickling from the mating bite he left on Daryl’s neck, his Omega purring softly in his arms. Daryl twisted as best as he could, forcing them both to moan before Daryl sank his fang into Rick’s mating gland, refusing to be the only one claimed in this new relationship. Rick groaned lowly, knot throbbing from where it was buried inside of his Omega, their bond burning brightly and it felt stronger than it had when only Daryl bore the mark of their bonding.

“Don’t worry about nothing anymore, gonna take good care of you and whoever you’ve claimed as yours,” Rick promised in his low, husky voice and Daryl just smiled and turned his head for a kiss, uncaring of the dry and fresh blood their lips and chins were coated in. He knew the words his Alpha spoke to be nothing but the truth and he passed out exhausted but happy with that knowledge.

#August Heat 2023 #The Walking Dead #Rickryl #Rick Grimes/Daryl Dixon #TWD #18+ #Alpha/Beta/Omega #Alpha Rick Grimes #Omega Daryl Dixon #Mating Run #Predator/Prey #SinQueen69

[monster-cock69]

what about a mating run au where omega Peter's freshly presented and on his first run, then he gets caught by alpha tony whose on his last and nearly didn't participate

#starker #someone please write this #peter parker #tony stark #marvel #avengers #spiderman #iron man #prompt #omegaverse #omega peter #alpha tony #mating run

[themurderrose]

mating runs

I'm thinking this eve, of a mating run. Not your usual alpha-chases-omega-pounce-sex mating run, not necessarily, but more of a trust your gut, go into the woods alone, come out engaged sort of a mating run.

Mating run where it's a harvest festival, and everyone comes to have fun and to celebrate. Mating runs where there's an announcer who heckles anyone a bit too focused on one particular person - for into the woods you go and who you'll find, nobody knows!

Mating runs where the alphas get a head start, and run, aimless and fast through the tangled roots and low hanging branches (and if you don't live near a forest, mating runs where they race along the sand, trying not to get stuck in the sinkholes, or where they jog through a park, hopping over dog poo and discarded glass bottles, picking a path through a garbage heap - a mating run isn't restricted to a forest after all)

Mating runs where the omegas give chase, running after the others with no particular person in mind, just the trust in the moon and the chase and themselves - for into the woods you go, and who you'll be when you come out, nobody knows!

Mating runs where, more often than not, the catch occurs near a fruit tree (or a briar, or a coffee shop, or a nice patch of mushrooms) and when caught, the alpha is flushed and blushed and scent struck - for on the chase you'll find what you need, who matches you for you and who will stick to you like glue.

Mating runs where they both traipse back to the tent and sit down to fill in a two page form wherein they detail all those doctor questions but some of the kink ones and a few of the past relationship ones - for out of the forest they've come, and often, they've never seen the other person before.

Mating runs that might merge into a year and a day marriage, but where there is absolutely no onus on the couple to remain entangled by the time the next mating run comes back around.

#mating run #omegaverse #drabble #thoughts #worldbuilding #qqq

[foxyyaoguai]

Catch Me, Brother

Summary: The Elders force Lan Xichen into a Mating Run, but he doesn't have the slightest intention of getting caught, even if it means breaking the rules and suffering through a life-threatening heat all by himself.

He doesn't know it yet, but he is not alone. Lan Wangji has promised to always be by his side and makes sure no one mates him against his will.

Maybe Lan Xichen wants someone to catch him after all. Words: 4189 Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī

Tags: Sibling Incest, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Run, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Angst, Alpha Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Omega Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Top Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Bottom Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Breeding, mpreg mentions, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Alpha/Omega, Love Confessions, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Non-Graphic Violence, Mild Blood, Mild Hurt/Comfort, A lot softer than it sounds, noncon mentions, but nothing bad happens, Happy Ending, Protective Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Giant Fuck You to the Elders, Lan Xichen has had enough, Choking, First Time, Kissing, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Getting Together, Forbidden Love

#mdzs #lan wangji #jadecest #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs fandom #lan xichen #mdzs fanfiction #omegaverse #my fic #Mating run #mating rituals #mdzs fanfic rec #lancest #twin jades

[sapphireginger]

Title: Mating Run

Pairing: Stisaac [Stiles Stilinski + Isaac Lahey]

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,160

Warnings: None

Summary:

Stiles wondered if anyone had ever told the alpha that he wasn't broken. As far as the omega was concerned, his alpha was perfect.

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Alpha/Omega Ship

Stiles was deaf and it had been something he never allowed to hold him back or make him feel lesser than but when he turned eighteen and was supposed to take part in his first mating run, he couldn't sleep the night before. 

All he could think about was being deaf and that whoever his mate was would find him and not claim him because he was broken. He got maybe three hours of sleep total. If he hadn’t known how important the mating run had been for his parents, he would’ve refused to run at all. 

He ended up running with the other omegas and let his instincts guide him. Eventually the other betas and alphas were released an hour after the omegas had been released. He tried to steer clear of the open areas, but it was almost impossible not to come across already mated couples. He sniffled and curled up under a large oak tree. All he had to do was hang on until morning. Then he could leave and put the idea of not finding his mate behind him.

The rain started pouring, the drops clinging to his eyelashes. His ears perked, even though he couldn’t hear, his fox was gearing for a chase. Though Stiles didn’t know why, at least not until he saw a guy that could only be a couple years older than him dart out of the bushes a few yards away. The guy scanned the area and started sniffing before turning in Stiles’s direction. 

Stiles squeaked when the guy’s gaze found him and before he could think on it, his fox instincts had him running. 

He didn’t get far before he was tackled and thankfully Stiles was able to maneuver onto his back but before he could start to sign, the alpha had his nose buried in the pale column of Stiles’s throat. It was instinct to tilt his head and bare it for the alpha. He could feel the purr growl of approval even if he couldn’t hear it. He melted into the gentle caresses with a soft smile. 

When the alpha pulled back to look at him, his eyes were wide with awe, and he lifted his hands.

> Nice to meet you.

Stiles gaped.

> You know?

The alpha tilted his head in confusion.

> Know what?

> That I’m deaf!

The alpha’s eyes widened, and he smiled. 

> I had no idea. Shit that’s amazing. Well, I mean me too.

Stiles felt himself tearing up. 

> I’m S-t-i-l-e-s. Stiles.

The omega formed b hands by tucking his thumbs against his palms and raised them. He brought both b hands near each side of his head, palms facing each other. Then he brought the hands toward each other with a repeated alternating movement, crossing the hands in from of the face each time. After that he formed s hands, fists with his thumbs over the knuckles of his other fingers. He placed the right s hand on top of the right s hand and twisted his wrists in opposite directions with a small quick grinding movement.

The alpha's eyes widened, smiling a little as he quirked a brow.

> Troublemaker?

Stiles snorted and grinned with a silent giggle. 

> Yes. Troublemaker or Mischief. My mom always said I was born with a twinkle of mischief in my eyes.

The wolf nuzzled the fox's neck in comfort after the scent of lingering grief hit his nose. It did wonders to calm the amber eyed man. So, the wolf eased back and smiled as Stiles continued.

> I have another one you might like better. It's one my dad gave me. 

His new mate offered a smile. 

> Show me?

With a nod, Stiles formed the letter f by bringing the thumb and pointer fingers of his right hand together to form a circle while the other three fingers remained straight. He placed the circle over his nose, his palm facing left and twisted his hand with a repeated movement ending with his palm facing down.

That made the alpha smile. 

> Yeah. Well, I love them both. Fox is a little on the nose thought. Mischief fits best. Which do you prefer?

> Mischief.

> Then mischief you shall be. My mischief.

Stiles blushed and gave the alpha a peck on the corner of his mouth. While said man was in shock Stiles purred and signed.

> And you?

He got a blink in response. 

> And me what?

> What’s your name?

> I-s-a-a-c. Isaac.

Isaac brought his hands to touch his fingertips to his own shoulders and brushed them both outward as if spreading wings and then let the float down.

Stiles smiled with a light blush. 

> That suits you. You're definitely an angel. My angel.

The omega fox was yipping excitedly, and he nuzzled his nose against Isaac’s neck, his own purr erupting. The alpha echoed the sentiment with a rumble in his chest and the two of them moved towards a burrow where they curled up together. 

They got a fire going and Stiles gently trailed his fingers along the alpha’s jaw as the alpha ran his fingers up and down Stiles’s arm. Isaac frowned before looking at Stiles with determination. 

> I was afraid you’d think I was broken.

Stiles’s heart clenched painfully at the alpha’s admission. When he thought about the mating run prior to meeting his mate, he always wondered who his other half would be. He saw the love of his parents and wanted that for himself. In that moment, when Isaac's eyes locked onto his own, Stiles knew down to his bones that the alpha was his and to have a mate who knew what it was like to be robbed of the gift to hear meant more than he could ever express in words or signs.

He would sure try though. How many times had his mother told him that being deaf didn't mean he was broken? She had told him many times and it was because of her that he believed it, most of the time he believed it. Stiles wondered if anyone had ever told the alpha that he wasn't broken. As far as the omega was concerned, his alpha was perfect. That gave him the response he needed.

> Do you think I'm broken?

Isaac flashed crimson ruby eyes and Stiles flashed his emerald green eyes in return.

> No! You're perfect.

Stiles placed a kiss on the alpha’s cheek, his chest vibrating with a soothing purr as he gave the wolf a soft smile.

> So are you. We’re Stiles and Isaac. Our deafness does not have any bearing on our abilities above the lack of sound. I am proud to be deaf.

Isaac’s stomach swooped at the fierce look on his mate’s face, and he gently cupped the omega’s jaw.

> I'm glad I ran today.

Stiles brushed their lips together and then tucked his head under Isaac’s chin, breathing in the scent of alpha, mate and home.

> Me too.

#anyfandomomegaverse #afgomegaverse #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #omega stiles stilinski #alpha isaac lahey #mating run #square filled: alpha/omega ship #alpha/omega #omegaverse #mates #fox stiles stilinski #wolf isaac lahey #fluff #deaf stiles stilinski #deaf isaac lahey #sign language #signed exact english #SEE #ASL

[femslash-omegaverse]

Mating Run is wild!

#mating run #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

[propalahramota]

Gleefully posting a video of terrified Ukrainian children to own the khokhols

#russia is a terrorist state #reaching disney villain lvl of absurd evil I see #ghouls #these three ukrainians speak russian as they are running for their lives check mate

[spllwys]

endless ghifs 5/? ⛧ source — "The Cardinal is our next senior-most member. He's been your right-hand man."

#yes mate confidence #wish it wasn't so dark but tobias is out here releasing the crustiest footage he can possibly get from 21st century technology #cardinal copia #papa nihil #sister imperator #<technically #the band ghost #ghost #l.gif #l.creations #eg_series #i would love to make something for his (late)anniversary of blessing us with his presence but running short of elaborate ideas rn #he wouldn't mind if it's even later i'm sure

[haveihitanerve]

No no no Feyre, Rhysiepoo, you don’t understand. Lucien wasn’t looking at you with disgust because you’re mated and he’s seeing it for the first time believing you loved Tamlin, he’s disgusted because he just had to hike through mountains, fight his brothers, and fly in another males arms uncomfortably, is in filthy clothes and just betrayed his best friend for a mate he doesn’t even know, and now you guys just ignored him in favor of fucking. Give the male a break. Any reasonable person would be equally as disgusted, the only reason your inner circle isn’t is because they’re used to it. 

#feyre archeron #rhysand #okay love ma girl feyre and all #but girlie you really oughta be a better host #at least show him to a shower and a room #or get him new clothes #or something #before you run off and fuck your mate #let him at least be as emmaculately dressed like he usually is #before you go threatening him and reveal everything was a lie #like #girlie come on #rhys you too #acotar #lucien my beloved #lucien vanserra

[rachelfloof]

#if you ship mystic flour x eternal sugar you're also indirectly shipping hollycacao idc what anyone says #this makes them soul mates in the most literal sense #hollyberry is loving the lesbian energy created in the studio today /ref #hollycacao #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #mystic flour cookie #eternal sugar cookie #mystic flour x eternal sugar #cookie run #dark cacao malewife real #rachelfloof art

[longlivesteddie]

Alpha Steve where he’s expected to find an omega from a good family during mating run.

But then he catches Eddie the freak Munson instead.

Steve’s father gonna have an aneurism.

#steddie #omegaverse #omega!eddie #alpha!steve #mating run #yes I will be coming up with mating run ideas until someone writes one

[grumpyghostdoodles]

The Almighty Sheriff!

Save a horse, ride a cowboy~

#respecfully sir: AWOOGA arf arf bark AWOOGA #If this gets 30 notes I'll take his shirt off for yall lol #with his top surgery scars Of course #Ive seen that's a super popular HC for him and I think thats great! Good for him! #Farm boi #no fr working in a farm makes you develop muscles that you didnt even know you had #having flashbacks from highschool when they made us work in the garden for two hours under the scorching afternoon sun #I went to a highschool that was all Ooo we are green thumbs and we shall teach the young ones how to plant and harvest their own food #and my god that shit was so physically demanding mate #i didnt had my diagnosis on how horribly mangled my body was So I had to work in the farm thing like all the others and try not to pass out #even the jocks that were fit and always running and playing football during all the recesses were dead quiet after working outside #and all that those classes did for me was to create a hatred for working in any type of gardening activity so they failed spectaculary lol #SO ANYWAYS my point is Starlo can defo deadlift bags of 70kg\150lbs with one arm without breaking a sweat #undertale yellow #uty #Starlo #Starlo uty #north star uty #myart

[toptophat]

Red Velvet Cookie: I hope nothing bad happens to Chiffon while I'm away for the competition!

#red velvet cookie #poison mushroom cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #memes #sorry mate the poor pup is probably dead by now #last cookie standing

[illyrian-dreamer]

Overwritten – Part 9

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel.

Words: 1,508

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Part 9 ∇

You were still sobbing, still apologising when the cold of the wooden floors felt solid beneath your knees. Azriel’s shadows began to thin, clearing around you to reveal your personal quarters. He kept his hold on you, his hands firm on both your sides. Azriel was cautious to not smother or confine you – instead he grounded you, allowing you to breath.

He was muttering something you were unable to hear over the roar of your hysteria, letting you rock in his arms as devastation continued to consume you. I hate myself, I hate what I’ve become – it was a chant that sounded in your mind over and over, one you’d never be able to forget it.

Feyre’s eyes had turned so cold when she took Nyx away – it was fear, but also a warning that she would do whatever it took to protect her child. You didn’t blame her, how could you? You had given her plenty of reason to not trust you these past months. And the rest of your family – the way they froze when Nyx approached you, not a breath shared amongst them. It was as if they were waiting, just waiting for you to do the worst.

The feeling that gnawed at your heart hurt so much that your stomach clenched while you cried, your arms snaking around your middle in comfort. It was pure, harrowing self loathing. You hated yourself for the monster you had become. How could you let Hybern change you so much that your own family were afraid of you? How could you be so weak?

Azriel’s silken voice cut through the noise then, floating above the chant in your mind, his words gentle and airy. “You have nothing to be sorry for, love. I know you, I love you.”

You felt a warmth moving to comfort you from within, Azriel sending an ocean of reassurance and understanding through the bond. But like waves crashing against a cliff, the water broke no matter how strong their current, and all you could feel was the faint spray that made it to the other side.

You pushed out of him arms, clambering to stand as you gripped your bed post, one hand pressed against the gnaw at your heart. “No, no, no Azriel! Get away!” You were unlovable – a hideous, violent thing. The dark chuckle in the depths of your mind confirmed it.

Azriel stood with you, but kept his distance. “Try to breath, Y/N.”

“Stay back,” you threw over your shoulder, your hand now clutching at your throat as you tried to steady your breaths. He was right, you needed to calm down. If that voice got any closer…

Azriel placed large hand on the centre of your back. It warmed you, grounded you, loved you even. It was something you didn't deserve, and would never deserve again. You hated it.

You spun, your teeth bared. “I said get away!”

Azriel visibly flinched, snatching his hand back as his shadows climbed his tall frame, sensing their master’s shock.

Your eyes darted across his, then down to your shaking hands that you held in front of you. Small crescent shaped wounds had reopened from where your nails pressed, your blood smeared across your palms.

You see Y/N, you won’t ever heal. Not fully, that dark voice said.

“Shut up!” you spat, closing your eyes and trying to find the dark figure that began a lethal stroll across your mind. It was far too close, closer than it had been in weeks.

You are what I made you. A mere weapon.

“Y/N, I’m here. Stay with me.” Azriel’s voice cut through from the outside. Your mind reeled as you struggled to balance realities.

Clutching at the roots of your hair, you allowed yourself to slip further into the depths of your mind, facing the shadowy figure, it’s red eyes gleaming through the darkness.

That’s it Y/N, give in to what you truly are and join me.

“I am nothing like you,” you spat, the figure circling you as he laughed.

Then why do you choke the life from your mate as we speak?

Gasping, your eyes flew open to find your bloodied hands holding Azriel’s neck. You weren't choking him, not yet – instead your fingers gingerly curled around his throat, ready to attack, to kill. You spluttered, your eyes wide as you tried to pry your hands off of him, but there was something in you, an insidious calling, that kept them there. You gritted your teeth, fighting to reclaim control of your body and mind.

Azriel’s eyes bored into yours, yet he showed no fear. Instead those golden brown eyes swirled with earnest and a stupid amount of faith. “I trust you.” was all he said.

You blinked at him, trembling hands still around his neck. Grunting, you fought the urge to close them tighter, begging yourself to pull away.

Scarred hands rested on your forearms then. Azriel didn’t pry yours from his neck, but instead he just touched you.

“I love you, Y/N. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Tears poured down your face. Azriel’s love was unconditional, even when you couldn’t love yourself. He trusted you, and would die trying to prove it to you over and over again.

With a disgruntled scream, you forced your hands off Azriel’s neck, clutching them to your chest as you panted, exhausted from the sheer will it took to pull away. Racked with sobs, you turned away from your mate, ashamed to have repeated the same moment when you had first been freed. Months of hard work had been unravelled in seconds, proving you were not any better. You had let everyone down.

“Shhh, shh,” Azriel pulling you to him. You stuck your arm out, stopping him from encompassing you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop that,” he said, levelling a look at you. “You didn't hurt me.”

“I wanted to kill you Azriel! Don't you understand that?”

“But you didn’t Y/N! You didn’t! And that’s the only part that matters.”

You clenched your eyes shut, trying to shut everything out. The room spun, and the throbbing behind your eyes was as painful as ever. You were nauseous, sick of yourself, sick of the how much you had to give just to stop hurting the people you loved. You were better off alone, and they were better off without you.

“I-I can’t breathe.” Azriel watched helplessly.

You needed to get away. Away from your mate and your family, where you could hurt no one and they could live in peace.

Beyond your bedroom window, away from the sparkling city of Velaris, lay the thick of the woods. It was dark, cold, and beckoned almost as strongly as the bond between you and Azriel.

You looked back at the Shadowsinger, your own winnowing powers beginning to activate for the first time in months. “I need you to let me go,” you said, your voice broken at the decision you had already made.

Azriel’s eyes shone with fresh tears, his shadows scouting for you straight away. But with a tight swallow, he nodded, silently calling them back to curl around his fists.

“I understand,” was all he said. But by then you had already winnowed from the room.

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Moments later, Rhys burst into your quarters, behind him Feyre and Mor. They entered to find Azriel facing the window, watching the dark of the woods, wings tight and shadows pressed against the glass.

“We heard yelling,” Rhys said. Azriel didn't answer, didn't even turn.

“Az? Where is Y/N?” Feyre asked, placing a gentle hand on the his shoulder.

Azriel sighed. “She left.”

“Left for where?” Mor’s question was frantic, readying herself to find you immediately.

“To the woods.”

“The woods?” Rhys questioned, his face wracked with confusion.

“She couldn't breath here, she was… panicked, trapped. She said I needed to let her go, so I did.”

There was silence amongst them.

“I’m sorry for how today unfolded,” Feyre apologised. “Elain is so upset.”

Azriel shook his head softly, finally turning to his family. “It’s alright. No one is to blame.”

“I’ll track Y/N mind to mind while she’s out there,” Rhys offered, to which Azriel nodded.

“I’ll send my shadows too, in time.”

“Will you retrieve her?” Mor asked, chewing on her lip.

“Only if she needs me to,” Azriel said with a frown.

“And how will you know?”

“I’m her mate. I’ll know.”

Mor nodded before she ran a comforting hand along Azriel’s arm, giving his hand a tight squeeze.

“Is Cass still here?” the Shadowsinger asked.

“He’s back at the House of Wind with Nesta,” Feyre answered. “He didn't want to provoke you any further.”

Nodding, Azriel winced at the twinge of guilt in his stomach, remembering how he badly he had hurt his brother earlier that day. “I owe him an apology,” was all he said as he prepared to winnow himself, his shadows looping closely for their departure.

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Part 10 >>>

AN: I hope you liked this chapter, and thank you for your patience while I finessed this part! 💌 The support for this series has been overwhelming – so just another thank you for following along the journey, it means so much to me ❤️❤️❤️ 

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[alenseress]

"You love me," he jokes.

"I do," Mihawk doesn't joke in general.

Shanks gags around the accidental mouthful of jerky, desperately trying to push it down. Or up. Mihawk doesn't look up, in fact, doesn't budge at all, eyes stuck to the same word in the line.

"The—" Shanks wheezes. Shanks chokes and coughs and wiggles like a dying roach before spitting the sorry chunk out and rasping "the fuck you do" with teary eyes.

It sounds offended. A little bit hurt, metaphorically and literally. Mihawk pulls his knees up to his chest, shuts the book closed between them and clutches freezing fingers into tight fists. Then, folds his arms too for a good measure, as Shanks slides across the crow's nest in one hurried effort. It's a mere few seconds of wailing, creaking and yelping in a small space between the railings before the book he was reading tumbles down, down, down, and Shanks pulls himself up, up, up, squeezing in between Mihawk's thighs. It looks fucking scary. It feels fucking scary, with everything swaying and moaning around them from the sudden commotion and Mihawk hears a splash as he desperately clings to Shanks' collar, body pushed into awkward angles beneath the weight of another.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Shanks has that face on, one of mad childlike stubbornness, with pouting frown and searching eyes, and the wind is oh so harsh against Mihawk's back. He doesn't know what to do, every muscle very much frozen in something akin to animalistic panic. Shanks pushes for both of them, forehead pressing into his with skull-cracking force.

"Say it again."

"No."

"Captain's order."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"You're on my ship."

"That's not—"

Hands let go of the railing and touch his chin. No, cup. Hold between two palms, fingers brushing loose hair away, shaking, begging. "Mihawk, please."

Mihawk pulls the collar and bites into the sodden mouth. Hard enough to make the dry lip pop with blood, not hard enough for the bastard to let go. He keens instead, scooting in closer, so much that his knees slide almost entirely under Mihawk's behind and tip him over. There's a moment of cold fear and hearts dropping as Mihawk's head and hat fall between the spindles and someone shrieks "what the hell is going on up there" from the deck.

"Got it! Nothing!" Shanks wheezes, yanking Mihawk on top of himself, slapping a cheek to the bare chest. A few heartbeats later, a sheepish confirmation comes. "Got it?"

Mihawk squeezes his thighs and nods with a gulp, fingers stupidly not letting go of the hat's brim.

God, help them all.

The wind blows and blows, the breaths get slower, the tense muscles grow tired, and Mihawk feels himself slouch. Shanks rubs his ear slowly, almost as surprised at the loss of contact, and blinks up — all blood and snot and dried tears Mihawk rolls his eyes at.

"You're a pig of a man," he sighs, not sounding half as annoyed as he intended, not half as disgusted as he should be, wiping the scrunched face with a sleeve.

"Let me try," the captain whispers, and Mihawk waits for him to push his arm away, confused, but lips meet lips in a gentle press again and, oh, oh Shanks definitely tries.

Mihawk laughs into his face, into his neck, elbows finding rest on his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist in surrender. He cradles the heavy red head as the man, the boy, runs the last of his quiet tears into his shirt.

"I'm so fucking tired of you."

"You're too young to be tired of anything, Red."

Shanks pulls away and slumps back, running palms along Mihawk's lost in the air forearms, holding his wrists gently. Not slim enough for the ring of fingers to connect around them, not firm enough to be meant for holding.

"I can't promise you anything," he tries once more, staring empty at the thumbs caressing him.

Shanks looks up with the same pout. "You just did."

"That wasn't a promise."

"Then let me try again," the grip grows tighter. "Until I get it right."

He won't, Mihawk knows.

They try again.

#shanks spends first half of his twenties trying to get mihawk to become his first mate #mihawk spends the late half of his twenties running from his own happiness #they're both miserable #mishanks #opla #Spotify