#omega bam man

[evilhorse]

Omega-Bam-Man from the top rope!

#the flash #metamorpho #rex mason #plastic man #eel o'brian #omega bam man #gold beetle #wrestling #jeremy adams #fernando pasarin #dc comics #comics #2020s comics

[why-i-love-comics]

Flash #799 - "Assault on Eternity" (2023)

written by Jeremy Adams art by Fernando Pasarin, Oclair Albert, Wade von Grawbadger, Tom Derenick, Matt Herms, & Pete Pantazis

#gold beetle #omega bam man #flash #wally west #DC #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[v1ctorsstuff]

I talk many times about wrestling and about comics, in focus on DC universe, and I remember exist an character who is a multiversal pro wrestler

His name is Omega Bam Man and he appears in The Flash comics

#the flash #dc comics #Dc characters #Omega bam man

[dailydccomics]

guys, please come look at Plas in The Flash #799

#eel o'brian #plastic man #patrick o'brian #dc comics #gold beetle #metamorpho #the terrifics #omega-bam-man #dc #TF vol 1 #what a good time

[madeinkorea-blbambeyond]

MAN CRUSH FANDOM ▪︎ MADE IN KOREA

KIM JAE CHAN

SHIN YE CHAN

#Man Crush Fandom #Made in Thailand #My GIFS #From My Main Blog: BL-BAM-BEYOND #South Korean BL Series #A SHOULDER TO CRY ON #Omega X Members #Misunderstanding #Liar & Player Character But Fascinating

[mysticmunson]

date night: alpha!steve harrington x omega!reader

summary: finally scoring a date, things go smoothly until you present, and only one alpha knows.

word count: 2.8k

authors note: hii so i wrote this like two months ago and tried wrapping it up to have it posted, but i enjoy this au so please request some expansion requests :)

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut 18+

The pungent smell of fryer grease sifted through the air of Benny’s, a mountain of food divided into a few plates as you sat with Robin, who was in the midst of discussing her most recent ‘study date’ with Vickie.

“Get this! We’re sitting there, talking about chemistry, and bam!” Robin exaggerates, voice lowering in fear of someone overhearing, “She looked at me and kissed me!”

You gasp, smacking her shoulder with the back of your hand, a french fry between your thumb and index finger. 

The couple had kissed a few times now, but the excitement remained as you knew how badly your friend pined over the redhead. 

“We just need to find you someone now.” She teased, taking a bite of her grilled cheese as a string of orange came from between the bread.

“I’m determined to get laid by the end of this month,” You proclaimed, giving yourself around 30 days, “I want to experience it because when or if I present, I want to be somewhat prepared.”

Presenting was a concern for your age group, freshly out of high school, as everyone awaited to discover if they would become an alpha or omega. There had been a few start to show, including your best friend, Steve. 

His presentation was expected, his father a well-known alpha in town, and the traits of one showed early. He was fiercely protective of those he cared about, known to be more than good in the sheets, and strong. Having grown up with him, you saw it happen in real time, making it even stranger when you realized how attractive he became.

Still, Robin supported you on your journey, but worried for your safety. Over analyzing any recollection you shared of a man flirting with you, deciding he was a murderer or ugly, or both. 

In her bedroom, you stood in a loose blouse, tucked into a jean skirt and a matching jacket. Applying another layer of lipstick, you fretted over your appearance as you waited for the clock to strike 6:30, and for your date to pick you up here. 

“Steve is coming over.” Robin mentioned, sipping on her water bottle, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

“Okay,”  You reply, “We just need him gone by the time Devin comes.”

Steve was a great best friend, but he could be a real pain in the ass. He had been scaring any potential boyfriend away since middle school, deeming them not good enough or them being too intimidated by him as he faked a macho persona.

For the plan to work, he couldn’t know. He would go on a tangent about how you didn’t have to have sex just to do it. That was true, but it was hard to listen to a guy who had numerous sexual partners preach it.

The front door swung open as if on cue as you and Robin went to the living room, Steve kicking off his shoes. He began his rant about work, Family Video making him lose hair from stress and children yanking on his hair.

You paid attention, but kept an extra eye on the clock, noticing the hands nearing 6:30. Cursing Steve’s tangent for not letting him leave sooner, you swallowed your anxieties, peaking to make sure a car wasn’t outside. As inconspicuously as possible, you stood and went to grab your heels from Robin’s room. 

Toeing quietly, you were hoping to go unnoticed, but Steve decided to be aware for one of the first times tonight. “Where are you going? You’re dressed up.”

Shrugging, you leaned against the wooden door, “Just out for the night, a friend is picking me up.”

A terrible liar, you thought of something that wasn’t completely fictional, however, they both could tell. The sight of headlights caught your attention, standing straighter, “Okay, bye!”

Robin rushed to the front door to stick her head out as you walked away, “Wrap it before you tap it!”

Embarrassment crawling up your neck, you flicked her off behind your back, opened the car door, and stepped in.

“What!” Steve gasped, startling Robin as she shut the door and who hadn’t expected him to follow her or hear him. Thankfully, the car had pulled away, leaving a confused man with a bit too much heat in his cheeks at his best friend to get some.

“I’m just kidding, Harrington. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Robin snarled, shoulder-bumping him as she went back to her couch. 

The date was fine, Devin was a kid you’d gone to school with since diapers. He had boyish features, cheeks a bit chubby with dimples, and was always polite. He had asked you to hang out a few days prior, agreeing on tonight.

Curls in your stomach that you attributed to nerves hadn’t vanished, even as you both mutually realized midway through your walk in the park that things were platonic. 

Heat simmered within you, discarding your jacket and feeling beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. It wasn’t hot outside, even as you walked around and chatted. 

“Are you okay? I don’t mean to sound rude, you don’t look well.” Devin questioned, a hand on your shoulder as your legs began to wobble. 

Nausea flooded you before dissipating, wavering emotions as you tried to make sense of what was wrong. 

Through the nerves, you kept thinking of Steve. How he would let his fingers trail against your lower back in hugs, kiss your head when leaving, and put his hand in front of your body when he hit the brakes too hard while driving.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling tears threaten through. As you made that statement, you felt the surge between your legs, knowing you had presented. 

It couldn’t be happening now. Not with someone you didn’t know well. Not when you hadn’t been able to score a boyfriend first. Not now. 

“I think I need to go home, I’m so sorry-” You began, huffing as streaks of mascara fell down your warm cheeks. 

Assuring you it was okay, Devin drove you home, even stopping to get you a snack to make your stomach feel at ease. While it didn’t help, you appreciated the thoughtful gesture and thanked him as he waited for you to get securely in your apartment.

The space went from chilly to scorching, removing any amount of clothes you could besides a pair of boyshorts. Your mind raced with confusion as your nipples became hard, feeling a chill, but like a fire on ice. 

Anxieties without category hit you, curling in a ball as you cried, sitting on your floor. It felt pathetic, but no stream of thought was strong enough to withstand the hormones.

Time slipped by as you tried regulating your breathing, applying slight pressure on your clothed core. A shrill ring came from your black phone, lifting the handle and pressing it to your ear.

“You were not supposed to answer!” Robin grumbled, already giving the heads up that she’d call to see if you were getting some, that no answer would be her answer. You had forgotten this rule, her tone making you bring in a fresh set of tears.

On the other end, Robin sat in her room with Steve walking in, not staying in the living room as she had asked. Her priorities were averted to the cry on the other side of the phone.

“Wait, what happened? Why are you crying? What happened with Devin?” Robin frantically questioned, Steve glancing over with furrowed brows as Robin had never stated who she was speaking with. 

“Devin? From junior year math class? That was the friend?” Steve grimaced, toying with nicknacks in his friend’s bedroom, earning a finger on the lips to quiet him down.

“I presented,” You whispered, “I’m so scared and uncomfortable and overwhelmed! What alpha do you know, I don’t care who it is anymore.” 

Though you would probably care later, the clouded judgment had you aching for any form of reprieve from the pain. 

“Fuck, I don’t know!” Robin squeaked, not wanting to reveal your status to Steve for fear of your embarrassment, but she contemplated. The gears of her brain turned as she questioned his overprotectiveness, the way he was quick to frustration when discovering you were on a date.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” She concluded, hanging up and grabbing her yearbook.

The faces of former students made her ill, but word got around about presentations, and she hoped that seeing their faces would make her recollect.

“What the hell’s going on? Do I need to go fight Devin?” Steve eyed his friend, an unnerving worry in his stomach. 

Biting her lip, she debated internally, “She needs help.”

“What is looking at that going to do?” Steve gawked, used to his friend’s antics, but still astounded when they acted erratically.

“I’m trying to remember who’s an alpha.”

“Why would you need to know who became an alpha-”

As the words left, his mouth ran dry, and he gulped while looking at Robin. She slowly looked up, watching the dark iris’ before her enlargen.

“Steve-” Robin began, the corner of a page between her two fingers.

The stern look on his face was withholding a multitude of emotions, ones she couldn’t quite make out. She made the judgment call that maybe Steve was your best bet.

“She’s at her place.” 

That was all that needed to be said before Steve ran out her front door and into his car. He had driven your route a million times, but never this fast. 

His blood pumped with nerves and excitement. He had spent his ruts alone, a fist full of himself with the occasional tears of frustration as he tried to alleviate his knot. But now you had presented as an omega.

Refraining from palming his crotch, he watched your streetlights come into view, throwing his car into park. The dark hallways were typically concerning, but your door was practically glowing within his mind.

He growled at the smell in the air, catching his attention more the closer he got. Gripping the door handle, it was unlocked, thankful no one else had noticed the compromising position. 

Choking on his own breath, he fumbled with the lock behind him and trekked down the dim hallway. The protectiveness he already felt was consuming, his palms sweating as he made his way closer. 

The door swung open too quickly as the handle slipped from his grasp, seeing you flinch from your curled position on the floor. 

As if you were nothing, he lifted you from your armpits, making you stand in front of him. Eyes blazing, he looked pointedly as he undid his belt.

“Your door.” He stated, voice wavering with stability.

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at him, “What?”

His shirt was shrugged off, tossing it to the ground as your eyes drifted to his broad chest, whimpering at the sight to his delight.

“It was unlocked, don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He gritted pushing his jeans off, cupping your cheek with one hand and leaning forward so the back of your knees touched your bed. 

His nose had skimmed against yours, breath fanning against your cheeks as you drank in every pheromone he perpetrated. Breath quickening, every thought coming to your head was vulgar, eyes softening in need.

“I won’t.” You whimpered, yelping as your back hit the wrinkled sheets, and his chest soon pressed against your bare one. 

“I mean it, don’t ever do that again, you could’ve gotten hurt.” He gripped your chin in his grasp, looking down at you as your clothed centers touched.

The brief touch made you wail, your body suddenly aware of what was to come. Equally as impatient, he grabbed one side of your underwear and ripped it. Repeating the act on the opposing side, the shreds of fabric were now a relic of the you before this moment.

Palming himself, looking down at your frame as a predator and prey, he growled. 

“How bad do you want it?” He egged on, ripping his own boxers off and onto the floor. 

“Please, Steve, please.” You whined, watching as his cock bobbed. Blushing profusely pink, your mouth watered at it and your chest began to burn with greed.

He seemed far too composed, the performance of himself he was forced to obtain through most of his teen years floating to the top. However, his soft spot was you. It always had been and both of your fresh senses were sensing the discomfort in both of you. 

“Alpha, please.”

That was all it took for his body to be pressed to yours and his lips to meet yours for the first time. 

Grunts and gasps came from you both as the underside of his cock rubbed against your folds, too consumed with how he tasted and how you smelled. 

“Keep that door locked, do you understand?” He gritted, fisting himself in his own grasp, his first thrust in synchronizing with your nod.

A pained cry rose from your lungs, tears already streaming down your cheeks, his lips kissing where the beads were.

Desperation reeked from you both as you grabbed at one another, needing any form of solidification that the other was there. 

Steve found comfort in your warmth, trying his best to soothe your discomfort with affection. Kissing on your neck or rubbing your clit, the latter making you shriek from sensitivity. 

“My omega now,” He sighed, balls reaching the curve of your ass as he settled against you, “my girl. Always have been.” 

“Always yours, alpha, always Steve.” You trembled, the veins of his length stimulating every ridge within yourself. His brown hair crowned around his face, only able to see him in your state of need. 

Though you were the one presenting, Steve felt the same wave of emotions he felt during his first rut, but now even more with another person. His person. The one who knew him since he had gaps in his front teeth, since he had graduated, and every minute moment before and after.

“Fuck, I love you.” He blurted out, feeling his own bashfulness creep up his neck. 

To his relief, you began to be more overcome with emotion, agreeing. Each thrust hit your spongy spot inside you, convincing you more and more he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

“I love you too,” You revealed, locking his lips between yours briefly, “M’sorry I didn’t ask for you first, I was nervous.”

Your words were sweeter than honey, but the implication that someone else almost came to your aid burned him deeply. His hands pushed up your thighs, your knees coming up as he fucked you deeper than you could comprehend. 

“Devin asked me out and I just wanted a boyfriend, but I didn’t want him, I swear-” You cried, unknowingly provoking more possessiveness. 

“Honey, please, it’s okay.” He gritted, clenching sheets in his shaking hands, suppressing the urge to flick his hips quicker.

“I wanted you, alpha, please.” You sighed, stroking his cheek and hair, anywhere you could touch, “I’m so happy, I’m sorry, thank you-”

“Don’t worry, I would’ve found you anyway. You’re my girl, my omega.” He assured, gulping down the emotions he felt when you looked into his eyes.

His words appeared to have a larger effect than any physical reimbursement could do for you as your fingers clenched within his hair. 

Your cry as you came made his hormones go into a flurry. He could feel your uneasiness being thrown into release. It was as if your chests opened in tandem, reaching out and moving in sync as he finished inside you.

White noise filled both of your ears as Steve’s body hovered over yours with much of his weight on top of you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his chest, shoving your face against the crook of his neck. 

Pumping himself within you until sensitivity took over, he gasped at how you clenched around him. His stature shook as he knotted, a hand going to your hip to keep in place, chest heaving to regain a steady tempo.

“Thank you.” You whimpered, hugging his chest closer to your front, an embrace he matched. Pressing a kiss on the side of your forehead, he trailed down to your ear with pecks and bites.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your back after you tried sitting up.

“Just relax, honey.” He cooed, the exhaustion already hitting you both, stilling your hips from causing you both more frustration in the compromising position. 

“I want to make you knot again.” You whine beneath your breath, trying to sit up again, ignoring the pain shooting through your body at his swelling. 

“Easy tiger,” He chuckles, biting his lip to stop his own need, “we’ve got time.”

tagging mutuals :)

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[forthechubbies]

Alpha! Hybrid ! BC (Daddy Bangchan )X Omega! Human! Chubby! Reader🤒

⚠️Fluff, Slight nudity ( I.N), Kdrama Vibes *Chef's kiss*, cheeky Bangchan moments.

Your new neighbors are often noisy so you finally get enough courage pay them a visit..... with cookies.♡

Bam! Boom! "What in the world is happening upstairs?" Your heart races with worry about your new neighbors' noisy behavior. The never-ending thuds, crashes, and barking drive you insane, disrupting your peace and tranquility. It's beyond belief that they've only been here for a few days, and you're already at your wit's end.

Your heart was pounding as you frantically dialed the emergency number, ready to report the worst. But before you could hit the call button, your mother's voice cut through the panic: "Why don't you go check if everything's alright?" Her words shook you out of your fear-induced daze, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was hope yet.

You are standing at their door with a dish full of freshly baked sugar cookies because of her.

you noticed the door was slightly ajar. your curiosity was piqued, and you couldn't resist exploring further into the apartment. The silence was deafening as you crept slowly, searching every room for signs of life. you could feel your heart racing in your chest, your mind racing with questions. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The apartment was empty. But how? Where had they gone? your mind was reeling with possibilities as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

You carefully placed the cookies aside and took a step forward, only to find yourself wandering deeper into the unknown. As you sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, It was then that you stumbled upon a series of family photos, each one more captivating than the last. In one particularly striking image, you saw a proud father standing tall, his face beaming with pride while his sons surrounded him. It was a moment of pure joy and love, The sons were so caught up in their playing that they didn't even notice someone was taking their picture.

As I scrolled through the photos, my eyes were suddenly drawn to one particular picture that left me completely breathless. The dense forest in the background, the faint outline of snow on the ground, and the boys gathered around a towering, live Christmas tree being carried by a man who appeared to be their father. But something caught my eye - the glint of an axe resting on his other shoulder.

As you took a step back from the picture, you unexpectedly collided with something solid. A gasp escaped your lips, but before you could react, a massive hand clamped tightly over your mouth, silencing you.

The intruder, with a furious expression, bellowed, "Stop screaming!What are you doing?!" It was a total surprise when he revealed his fluency in Korean, but unfortunately, you don't have the ability to translate. He firmly held your wrist above your head, while your hand fought to create some distance, trembling against his chest. However, he disregarded your struggle, as if you were not deserving of his complete attention.

It dawned on you that this was the very son depicted in the photographs. His nose and certain areas of his face had acquired a rosy hue due to the unforgiving weather conditions.

Your heart raced as you struggled to free yourself from his grasp. His strength was unbelievable, and you started to panic. The hallway echoed with your loud, muffled screams before someone charged around the corner, surprising you with a dramatic rescue.

It was a moment of intense adrenaline and fear, but your rescuer's arrival brought a sense of relief and safety that washed over you like a wave.

"Lino, Stop it! She's our neighbor!" He growled fiercely, his voice echoing through the corridor. He snatched you away from Lino, his eyes filled with anger . As he turned to you quickly, he felt your trembling body hyperventilating on his back. The fear in your eyes was palpable, and he knew you were about to faint. He stood there, his body tense.

"Oi..oi!" His voice boomed in your ears, causing you to snap out of your dazed state, and you took note of his worried expression as he looked you over. "Listen, listen…" You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to steady yourself, but the warm, sweet aroma that filled your nostrils helped to ground you. "Breathe for me. Can you breathe for me, miss?" You did as he instructed, focusing on your breaths as you looked into his puffy, chocolate-colored eyes. It was as if time stood still as his large hand gently stroked your head. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"I can help with her," Binnie said,placing his hand on his father's shoulder. "Felix is already getting the blanket and Hannie is getting water. "

Lay down?!..."Oh no, no! I assure you, I'm perfectly fine." You attempted to rise, but your legs betrayed you, forcing the man to bear your weight in his sturdy embrace.

Lino’s scoffing earned him a scowl from his father. “Oh come on, Chan, She’s faking for sympathy-”

In an instant, a wolf burst through the door, its transformation into a naked man leaving you stunned and vulnerable.

"Appa! Appa!!" The young man cried out. "I rushed here as fast as I could." He stood defiantly, his hands firmly planted on his hips. “ You’re scent smelled like shi-“

Gasping for air, you crumbled into Chan's embrace, your legs trembling with each passing second.

"Hannie! Get water! Water!" Chan's voice trembled with fear, as it seemed like he was on the verge of losing you.

Han settled on your right side, handling the glass to Chan before fanning you with one of Hyunjin's fan.

"YAH! There's a lady here!!" Binnie shouted, blocking Jeongin body with a blanket.

With a gentle touch, Han lifted you up and carried you to a more comfortable place on the couch. He propped your legs up on his lap and spoke softly. "Rest here with me,honey." His accent was distinctly English, unlike his father's Australian lilt. Though you knew you should correct him for using such familiar terms, you felt too weary to protest. A serene warmth washed over you as you drifted into unconsciousness.

Soft tickles brushing your cheek caused you stir and you fluttered your eyes open to find the father sleeping with his arms against his chest and his shoulders relaxed as snored away on the floor by the couch.

You slowly sat up but hesitanted after slightly smelling the aroma coming off of him. You found yourself leaning closer to his shoulder. Honey? Brown sugar. It's definitely honey.. Whatever it was it puzzled you , your body felt...safe and warm..even bold enough to inch closer eyeing his beefy hairy arms and.....honestly pretty side view.

With audacious courage, you dared to caress his cheek, defying all expectations and embracing the thrill of the moment.

Without realizing it, your gentle touch glided across his face, as if it was meant to be, and his head found solace in the cradle of your hand. A surge of emotions overwhelmed you as he peacefully slumbered, his snores echoing in the silence.

You melt as the sudden rush of euphoria come in the form of a sweet musk you sat up beside him gently not to interupt his slumber.

You were careful of your leg close to his arm; You took note of a crimson string laced around his bicep. You eyed the lace and you wouldn't believe it if you didn't see it but the lace latches itself around your ankle.

You let out a piercing scream, thrashing your feet in a frenzy, jolting the slumbering father awake. Despite his grogginess, he swiftly caught you just in time, preventing you from crashing onto the cold, hard floor. "What the heck? What's going on? Are ya alright?!" His eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner, ready to defend you from any unseen threat.

“ I-I have to get home.” The sweet scent of his musk intensified as he grinned, his dimples causing my heart to flutter. But something felt off...really off. I grabbed his bicep, trying to push him away, but I could sense his resistance. "Excuse me...I need to-"

"OF COURSE! Of course.." Chan's voice was shaky as his hands. Calm down calm down what the fuck is happening here?

The abrupt chill from the absence of his body warmth nearly earned a small whimper out of you but you cleared your throat to cover it.

In the couple of inches, Chan moved; you took a moment to let your eyes lingering around his beautiful features. Kiss him ♡ He'll take good of us. Just look at those biceps and sweet smile. ♡♡ Your eyes widen. What the heck are you thinking?! He's a stranger.

#;skz headcanons #poly skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #hybrid stray kids #hybrid skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #skz x chubby reader

[fatuismooches]

I’ll give you a funny brainrot idea I had of mine.

wholesome omegaverse stuff(nothing nsfw, just casual), so hear me out okay.

Imagine Fragile!Reader being an alpha and Dottore an omega. And due to that, Fragile!Reader just sometimes argues and fights even though their body can’t handle it with their nature of being an alpha going against their illness and Dottore just grabbing and dragging them away for snuggles to calm their little sickly alpha down.. I’m confident it’s the last thing everyone expects, and Dottore either way is still the aggressive man he is. Except he actually acts like an omega with all the snuggles he does with Fragile!Reader.. It’s sort of a balance, and Fragile!Reader acts docile like an omega because of their illness on bad days.. imagine the segments getting involved, like some big snuggle pile HAHA—

Also another note: Dottore and [Name] doing a blanket burrito together. Bam.

Your thoughts on this??

AWW 😭😭 (I honestly don't know much about the omegaverse but this? I approve of IT'S SUPER CUTE!!) It's very funny to think of both roles... fragile reader naturally trying to be dominant but your illness (sometimes) stops you from doing so, Dottore being cocky and aggressive as usual but he can't help but fall into his submissive ways when you're around!! For all of his confidence at the end of the day, you're an Alpha, he's your Omega. Ahh you two are definitely an unusual pair, fulfilling where the other lacks depending on the situation!!

Perhaps some people don't even know he's an Omega due to his personality, he only shows that side of himself when he's around you. You're the only one who knows because he's on his knees for you in private and begging for attention (having to act differently in public is very annoying sometimes.) He still very much enjoys it when you're docile to him because, despite being an Omega it does wonders for his and the segments' ego. The snuggle pile 100% happens, you don't even need to order them, they'll cuddle you before you can even ask. Submissively burying their face into the soft parts of your body, begging for your attention and gentle strokes. :3 (please forgive me for any wrong info, I'm not very knowledgeable 💔)

AND THE BLANKET BURRITO!! RAHHH!! I imagine you definitely used to trap Dottore in them in the Akademiya... :) Because he would wake up at ungodly hours to continue working. Like no my love, you're going to stay here cuddling even if force has to be used. Zandik struggles in the beginning... but you and the blanket are too strong and warm... fine, he'll stay here for just a bit longer, he grumbles about how his whole day's schedule is put off now (but he can't deny how nice it feels to snuggle with you like this) (he still reprimands you but you keep doing it anyway and it gets him every time)

And doing a blanket burrito with the segments too!! One on each side of you holding you... ahh it'd be so warm and fuzzy!! :( You would literally sleep so soundly. Explosion in the lab? Nah you're sleeping peacefully in your blanket burrito with your bfs :3

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #ahhh i would love to have him wrapped in my blanket #love this also bc i love reader being having more power/control than dottore 😭 (even if they're still sick) #dottore gets even more attracted to u when ur do/minant byeee he loves seeing you put others in their place

[scribespirare]

Hi big fan! The Flowerfang content you make is honestly the best I've ever seen written!

I was wondering just a lil inspo if you are bored.

But what about a piece with some big time villain like flirting with our Miles and Miguel going into protective/possessive (Like the nerve of this guy to flirt with our spiderman!) mode, but getting his ass handed to him and worried how will he protect Miles from this evil creep!

...Only for our boy to end the fight easily and quickly because he's not defenseless, he's spiderman! But still Miguel sweet of you to worry and try and defend our boys honor.

Anyway I'll always love whatever you write! No matter the ask! Thanks for continuing to write about this paring!

yallre both so sweet and ily!!! I combined these two requests into one but kinda left out some of the finer points from the first one (tho my first attempt at filling that one did result in something that might be a full length one-shot. we'll see)

Sometimes, Miles hates being an Omega. He hasn’t had long to really get used to the idea honestly, since he’d presented just a year ago. And there are still a lot of prejudices against Omegas that drive him up the damn wall with how stupid they are.

But sometimes, those prejudices come in handy and Miles finds being an Omega pretty damn funny.

The Alpha bad guy in front of Miles has a bit of a dopey expression on his face and is gesturing Miles towards him. He’s part of a gang of thieves that have been running heists all over New York, and Miles had brought in backup in an effort to try and nab all of them at once. Gwen, Hobie, and of course Miguel are all hunting down their own suspects.

And Miles is following tall, dark, and ski-mask into an alley. All it had taken was lifting the edge of his own mask to let his scent out, his suit specially designed to keep it from leaking and making him easily identifiable, and bam. Love struck Alpha. Or lust struck, judging by the leer on his face. Whatever, Miles will take it.

Less than a minute later and Miles has the man webbed to a wall and is dropping a pin on his location on his comm so he can meet up with others.

“Omega slut!” the thief is yelling when Miguel swings into view and then drops into the alley, light as ever on his feet despite his bulk.

Miguel’s eyes narrow and he looks from Miles to the thief.

Miles just shrugs. “What? I let him scent me and he basically begged me to web him up.”

“Whore!” the man screams, at the exact moment Miguel growls, “You did what!?”

And yeah, okay, Miguel is Miles’ Alpha and all but there’s no need for the theatrics, damn. “Woah, easy, big guy,” Miles says, palms up. “I just thought it’d be the fastest way to get him to stop running. And I was right.”

“That doesn’t-” Miguel cuts himself off with a snarl because the thief is screaming again, this time a series of slurs directed at Omegas. Stalking towards him, Miguel delivers a single, well-placed punch to the side of the man’s head and knocks him out shockingly fast. Then he’s whirling and stalking that same predator stalk towards Miles. “¿Qué carajo estabas pensando!?”

“Uh,” Miles says, refusing to back up even when his hind brain is screaming at him to do so. “I was thinking I wanted to catch this guy quickly. We kind of had plans today, remember?” They were supposed to have been going on a date, but then these guys had popped up. Considering Miguel had put together a plan to catch them long before he and Miles had decided to go out, the bad guys won out.

“You purposefully allowed an Alpha to scent you while you’re in your suit, risking your identity, and the fact that you’re unbonded just makes it all the worse! Mierda, what if he had managed to over power you? What if he’d-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Miles says over the angry stream of words. “It’s fine, cálmate-”

“Cálmate!?” Miguel repeats, and suddenly his hands are on Miles’ shoulders and and Miles is being shoved back back back until he hits the brick alley wall. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, Miles. You know how I feel about you being unbonded-”

Badly. He feels very, very negatively about the fact that Miles can’t take his bite yet. And normally Miles agrees with him because he also wants to bond. His age is the only thing keeping them from sealing the deal already. But right now Miles could care less because Miguel is being a dick about this for some reason.

“-and still you go and throw yourself out there, letting some random Alpha get your scent, and why? Because it saved you five minutes? Nunca piensas!”

“First of all, he wasn’t going to overpower me,” Miles cuts in, glaring hard at the other man. Which is kind of hard to do when said man has a foot of height on you and is standing so close Miles has to tip his head back. But he does his best. “Second, why are your panties in such  twist about this?”

Miguel sucks in a breath through his teeth and before Miles knows what’s happening he’s been flipped around, cheek meeting uncomfortably with cool, rough brick. He’s trapped there by the heat and weight of Miguel behind him and he can feel the Alpha lean down, close to his ear.

“You’re mine, Miles,” Miguel growls. “You’re mine, even if I can’t bite you yet. And now some fucking Alpha has your scent and a grudge and he can come back at any time, looking for the Omega that got the better of him.”

And comprehension dawns on Miles. “Oh,” he breathes, relaxing a little in Miguel’s hold. “You’re jealous that some other Alpha was interested.”

“Puta madre! I’m not jealous, Miles! Will you take this seriously for two damn seconds?”

Miles hums, holding back a laugh by the skin of his teeth. “I am taking it seriously,” he tries, even as he arches his neck and cants his hips back. “You’re just being your protective, possessive, Alpha self. Can’t stand the thought of someone else thinking they could bite and claim me. Thinking they could put their hands on me. You can’t stand the though that for a moment there he really thought he was going to be the one to bring down Spider-Man just by pinning me down and knot-”

The rest of Miles’ words are cut off by a cry of pain as Miguel suddenly bites down hard on the sensitive flesh between shoulder and throat. It’s exactly what Miles was expecting though, as is the way Miguel presses him even further into the wall, one hand at his hip ripping at Miles’ suit.

The teeth leave Miles’ throat but its only so Miguel can growl, “Maldito malcriado. You drive me insane, you know that?”

Miles just laughs, reaching back to grab Miguel by the hair and yanking on it. “You started this, big guy. You’re the possessive asshole freaking out and getting all Alpha on me. Now are you gonna finish this or what?”

It’s simply not physically possible for Miguel to fuck Miles while they’re standing up. The height difference puts Miguel’s cock at around mid-stomach on Miles. But that doesn’t mean Miguel can’t throw Miles down on the dirty pavement and fuck him there instead. He doesn’t let up until Miles is near tears and chanting “Miguel” and “yours”and “my Alpha” mindlessly.

#asks #requests #flowerfang #suggestive

[healingskywalker]

9. Which Batcher are you getting to help you when you need to fake your death?

16. Gush about your favorite Batcher

50. How do you hope the series will end

I'm gonna answer these in order!

Ask 9: Crosshair. That fucker would keep his goddamn mouth SHUT and not tell a soul. I could rely on him to keep the secret, to continue to hide my fake identity, and I believe that he could totally fucking lie well enough to keep the story straight, and make sure it's believable. It's not like he's super open and talkative, and this instance, I would be using it to my advantage!

Ask 16: Oh god, jesus, I don't even know. I've had Tech brainrot so bad these past couple of weeks. He's such a NERD. Tech is just so handsome, and we are both autistic, so I feel that he and I would meld really well together. He's handsome, he's smart, he's kind when he needs to be, and he's not without compassion and empathy. His googles just do something for me. Especially MadScientistTech! makes me kinda go feral. He's so...knowing all of the time, and in a way, it adds a sense of passive dominance to the situation that makes me knees weak. Like, yes, sir, please tell me know you know everything and put me in my place intellectually. Also, you can't look at that man and tell me that he's not hung. He's hung like a horse. That's all I have to say.

Ask 50: Dude. I know that it's so NOT going to happen. But since Tech 'died', I want StupidDumbFuckNuggetHemlock to have NOT found his body, and is just using his goggles as collateral to try and get the rest of them to surrender. I'm ngl, I don't remember the last episode very well, as I was VERY much in shock. But I want a rescue mission for Omega and Crosshair - it's a big ordeal, lives lost (maybe this would be a good place for our boy Echo to get a heroic death moment, and I want redeeming a brother to be his greater purpose, because he couldn't save Fives). All hope is seemingly lost for the mission, and then BAM, Tech comes from the inside and turns the tide (maybe with the scientist on his side, too), and they end up being able to get out. Everyone goes to therapy, they go to Pabu and RELAX because they need a fucking BREAK.

#tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #the bad batch #tbb tech #the bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #tbb wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #tbb hunter #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #tbb echo #fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #ask game

[evilhorse]

It’s good to see you, tag-team partner!

#the flash #wally west #omega bam man #obm #reunited #cosmic #wrestling across the multiverse #wrestling #jeremy adams #fernando pasarin #dc comics #comics #2020s comics #omega-bam-man

[why-i-love-comics]

Flash #799 - "Assault on Eternity" (2023)

written by Jeremy Adams art by Fernando Pasarin, Oclair Albert, Wade von Grawbadger, Tom Derenick, Matt Herms, & Pete Pantazis

#gold beetle #omega bam man #plastic man #eel o'brian #DC #eel obrian #metamorpho #rex mason #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[curiouschaosstarlight]

Y'know what?

Y'know what?

BAM

Hitting you with my favorite pics of the Boi-

(Tucking this under a read more so hopefully it won't be ungodly long for everyone else)

(Shakes a stick at the post I made because I went to collect these pictures)

(The ~cat eyes~)

I don't want to repost a whole entire page, that seems...in poor taste, but either Tv Tropes or the wiki pointed this out as "vocalizing", and I've just had a happy vocal-stimming headcanon for Dottore ever since--

No take backs--

(Get you a man that can do both <3)

Dunno why, it's just intensely endearing to me that he completely forgot he committed murder the moment he got distracted by something else. I think this was supposed to be creepy because of how casual it is in conjunction with how heavy murder is, but I'm just like a cross between "what a dork!" and "ha ha, I do that!"--

(I've noticed this surrounding chapter has a lot of Characters Imagine-Spotting Dottore, and I wonder how accurate these imagine spots actually are, like...would Dottore in-universe be like "yeah that's me" or would he be like "??? the fuck are you on about?", y'know what I mean?)

This is my Absolute Favorite Thing in regards to Dottore- 10/10, please keep the gloves on and the sleeves rolled <3

This has a Vibe to it (dialogue-included) that I can't quite pinpoint, but I think it contributed to my ver of non-Omega Dottores drifting pretty far away from how other people tend to portray him--

Grumpy boi grumpy boi grumpy boi-

I know the two side shots are really similar, but that's just a side effect of how cute he is-- ;P

...This is the part where I'd add some Omega Dottore from the game proper, but there isn't very much in the way of official art, and I don't like watching other people's playthroughs qwq I'd have to get back to him by myself--

Maybe one day I will, and then I'll make a follow-up post of the stuff he gets up to~

#chaotic rambles #genshin impact #il dottore #desert doktorspiele #mangattore #official art stuff #behold! #i love both ver of boi equally #it doesnt always look like that but i do

[madeinkorea-blbambeyond]

MAN CRUSH FANDOM ▪︎ MADE IN KOREA

KIM JAE HAN

SHIN YE CHAN

#Man Crush Fandom #Made in Thailand #My GIFS #From My Main Blog: BL-BAM-BEYOND #MYGIFSET #South Korean BL Series #A SHOULDER TO CRY ON #OMEGA X MEMBERS #Falling In Love in High School #Childhood Trauma #Enemies To Friends Friends To More

[declan-miles]

Is that ROME FLYNN? No, that’s DELCAN MILES. The 30 year old ANCESTRAL WITCH - ALPHA CIS MALE is a/an/the RIDER AGENT. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CHARISMATIC & CONFIDENT, but beware, they’re also known to be VAIN & FLIGHTY. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

Name: Declan Miles Nickname(s): none(yet) Age: 30 Date of Birth: TBD Place of Birth: New Haven. Gender: Male Secondary Gender: Alpha Occupation: Agent Rider Family: Anthony (sire), Julius (mare, deceased), one older brother, one younger (Dominic).

APPEARANCE:

Height: 6'2" Weight: 225 lbs. Body: Muscular Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Grey Tattoos: Has a few protection sigils on his arms and legs, though up until recent events, Declan wasn't sure if they would be useful while in New Haven. Piercings: Varied, has a customizable stud earring with a piece of iolite, or any other indigo gemstone, fitted into it. Distinguishing Features: round ass, great body from working out and working as a rider, a charming smile he's most likely used to get into an omega's bed.

SPECIES:

Species: Hereditary Witch Linage: 2 Centuries Familiar: Giant African Snail Known Spells: Yes, he knows spells (Will add later)

PERSONALITY:

Positive: Charming, Brave, Clever, Confident Negative: Ignorant, Stubborn, Abrasive, Hot Head Pet Peeves: People (Omegas) That Can't Take A Joke Hobbies & Interests: TBD, Omegas

NSFW:

Kinks: Rough Play, Knotting, Breeding, "Wham bam, thank you man.", Semi/Public Sex, Anti-Kink: Gore, Scat, basically any bodily fluid that is not slick or cum, Watersports. Safeword: Red=Stop, Yellow=wait, Green=go. Dick Size: 11 Inches

BIO: (still under construction)

The golden child of the Miles bloodline, an alpha witch with two centuries of magic behind him and promising future ahead of him. At least that's what his father has taught should be his life. Declan wasn't going to lie, he enjoys all the benefits of being an alpha in New Haven. He likes to think being born in New Haven was a gift to the town itself. His father, a powerful witch and epitome of everything Declan wanted to be, taught him what the true meaning of being an alpha. And since then knew that his birthright was to knot and plug up lesser omegas.

#wtnhintro

[amkgal]

Dumb Mega Man starforce AU:

Both sides of the wave change gain traits from each other after every transformation.

Usually these are fairly minor, like Luna having a little bit of sway over snakes, or Libra, who has hands as well now.

Wave change georg (Geo and Omega-Xis) over here though. Seems to be the exception???? How???

Except they aren't. Theirs just hits all at once, where Omega-Xis almost looks like a human. No more hiding the alien like this, I'm afraid.

Poor Geo gets a gun arm. No secret identity to save him now. (I mean, he still gets to hide Mega Man for now, but...)

So anyway, they get caught, because there is no hiding this.

Taken away.

And bam.

The other victims of this start to speak up.

The biggest surprise is Tom, who managed to hide actual wings??? Large enough to carry him??????? And fully functional???? How???

Pat having two bodies to run around in was a close second.

Eventually these people are considered just some guy who got gutpunched by alien possession.

Except Geo's keeps getting worse.

Nobody really knows why, because only one Wave changing human keeps showing up, and Geo is clearly suffering too much to be Mega Man. (Geo wants the world to stop ignoring the obvious so he can go back to people not caring about the fact that hes growing armour.)

And then a meteor is hurtling towards earth.

The plot of 3 happens, but Geo is steadily growing angrier and angrier as he feels weird. (Noise side effects noise side effects nois-).

What a way to find out that Geo can definitely walk on the wave road without Omega-Xis, excellent timing, going berserk there.

After he's saved, nobody blames him because; 1) Body changing without any way to stop it, 2) people won't leave him alone about the weird natural armour, 3) the police know who he is, 4) noise hurts, and 5) he is a child.

And suddenly the adult wave changers step in, alongside the reformed aliens, because humanity rubs off and the power of friendship prevails (insert excuses here), then the world finally connects the dots about Mega Man.

Geo: Oh thank fuck the world finally figured it out.

And Geo has to tell his mom everything.

And then Kelvin comes back and has to be told too.

All while Geo is being aggressively guarded from the creeps of the world by adult Wave changers (I don't know much about Ace, he can be here if you want I guess.) as well as his pseudo uncle Omega-Xis, who looks like a child around Geo's age at this point. A very violent and bitey child, but still.

Anyway, that was my dumb Mega Man Starforce AU idea.

I may write this myself, but I wanted to share the idea. Feel free to use it if you want.

#mega man star force #megaman star force #megaman starforce #Mega Man starforce #The tag is one of these. #I do not know which #so have four