foxy-little-omega

[foxy-little-omega]

Convenience ☻ Chapter One

☻ masterlist

☻ cw: violence

hawks/reader, omegaverse, dystopia, psychological, wip shortfic

Cold counters, weirdly loud fluorescent lights that flicker sometimes, shitty vapes and pens and sexy magazines. Your life in a sentence.

You’re flipping through one of the aforementioned magazines. It’s got betas (not that you can smell pictures, but what else would they be) in bikinis and swim trunks, all either packing or with huge boobs, but not packing too much or with too huge boobs. Not too small or too flat, either, just at that perfect middle ground of hugeness. Perfectly beta.

“Dayummm…”

Before you ask what you’re doing ogling these poor models, occasionally glancing between yourself and those really sexy models, and actually measuring some of them with your fingers to compare to the rest of those poor, poor models (really, you should stop) at your fucking workplace, well, you work the night shift. It’s two in the morning. For you, there’s an average of one customer per night and someone came in about two hours ago, so you consider yourself safe. Safe and bored.

“Oh, shit, a bunny costume!” You sit up in your chair, both the magazine and the grin on your face spread wide. “That is so hot!”

The door squawks. You nearly fall out of your chair.

When the front door, uh, ‘squawks’ as you call it, that means somebody’s entered the store. Your manager really hates bells, so she got this weird buzzer that sounds like an angry crow. Or maybe a parrot that smokes. Basically, the door squawks.

You toss the magazine. It doesn’t go far enough, though, so you get up and kick it, but it just slides up next to the backroom door. Whatever, good enough, whoever’s here is probably going to be high off their ass anyway. It’s not like they’re going to check out your behind-the-counter space.

The door slams shut. You jump and turn around, only, it’s just a guy awkwardly re-closing it, gently, quietly, like redoing it would erase the loudness somehow. When he spots you, he raises an apologetic hand. “My bad!”

“Uh, it’s fine.” You swear you hear him wheezing. “Happens all the time.”

You don’t usually watch your customers. Your manager actively advises against it, actually, since it’s fucking creepy. However, you can’t help but peer at him from your spot at the counter.

He’s wearing the baggiest hoodie you’ve ever seen, like, it is wearing him . Beneath that is what seems to be another hoodie, though not an XXXXXL considering he’s actually wearing the hood. He’s also got one of those paper medical masks on — two, actually — and sunglasses. His shoes and sweats look like he’s waded through a swamp to get here; the shoes are literally just covered entirely by mud while his sweats have streaks and splatters up to his thigh, along with a couple of leaves, and… tire marks? What? Can alligators drive?

He shuffles up to your counter around a minute later, huffing, very noticeably not okay. You fight the urge to ask him ‘what the fuck?’ as you start checking out his beer, six king-size snickers, ten bottles of water, and — and — that — how many boxes of condoms is that — you lose.

“Hey, man?” His head jerks back to you. He keeps glancing out of the windows. You think you’ve been hearing him grinding his teeth. “You good?”

“Yeah, uh — yeah.” He peels himself off of the counter. He’s been keeling over it since he came over. It looks like he wants some distance from you, now. “Actually, uh, what time is it?”

“2:30, I think.” You just continue scanning and bagging the boxes of condoms. According to the register, there are fifteen entire fucking boxes. You’ve gotten fairly good at crunching numbers since getting this job, so… twelve condoms per box…

Your hands shake as you ring everything up. One-hundred-and-eighty individual condoms. How the fu-

“ID?” Maybe he needs them for an art project. Art, art, think art. You watch as he glances at the three bags of condoms. Fuck, now you’re both thinking about condoms. “Uh, for the beer.”

“Oh.” He lets out a breathless laugh, fidgets. “I don’t have one — like, on me. Right now.” He reaches for the beer, then thinks better of it. Was he about to rob you? “Nevermind.”

“So, no beer?”

He nods.

You go to remove it from his bags, but something about his skittish, abused puppy stance makes you unable to. You drag a hand over your face. “You outta high school?”

“Uh, I’m twenty-two.”

“Alright, cool.” You raise your hands and back off from the bags. He doesn’t seem to get it until you nudge your little card reader toward him.

“Oh, no, you don’t gotta do that—“

“It’s fine, there’s no cameras.” You mentally slap yourself. “I mean, uh, there are, just my manager doesn’t check ‘em.”

“Oh.” He looks between the card reader and you. Then, with a sigh, he gives in and starts pulling out cash. “Thanks, kiddo.”

You snort. “I’m the same age as you.”

“Huh?” He looks up. His brows furrow from behind the sunglasses, blonde and scraggly, and he cocks his head. After a moment, he smiles, or you think he does since the masks shift upwards. “You telling me you aren’t twelve?”

It takes you a moment to register he’s joking with you. When you do, you let out a mock-offended gasp, then laugh. He joins in with a low chuckle. You won’t lie, even if this guy’s totally going through some kinda withdrawal, it’s nice to have some chill human interaction. That’s hard to come by for people like you.

He hands you the wad of cash and a couple of coins. His fingers brush yours, and you can feel warmth even with the gloves he’s got on. Er, actually, not warmth — heat. Extreme, burning heat. It’s like he’s stuck himself in a microwave. You nearly drop some of the coins.

He waits by the counter as you count and put the money away. Once you’re done, you hand him his four bags (with plenty of awkward maneuvering) and, well, that's the end of that. He should be on his way.

He doesn’t move. It’s like he’s missed his cue to leave.

Is he waiting for a receipt? You’ve been out of receipt paper since, like, yesterday, though. Your manager always orders just under what you need to run the shop to keep costs low, tryna make herself look good for corporate. Unsure what else to do, you cross your arms on the counter and give him a smile.

“Need anything else?”

“Uh.” He snaps out of it, kinda takes a weird step back only to move back to the counter. “Bathroom?”

Your smile wavers. You stand up.  “Sorry man, you gotta find somewhere else to get high.”

“Woah, no, no, no!” He shakes his head, waves his hands around as well as he can with the bags in them. “I’m not… that’s not what I’m doing.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but my manager checks the bathroom with that UV stuff. I’ll get fired.”

“No, no…” It’s like he’s struggling to turn his thoughts into words. “I swear I’m not. I just — I just need… a sec, okay? Please.”

This is getting a bit into ‘call the cops’ territory, not that you ever would. Tire marks and skittish behavior, okay, weird, but you can mind your own business. Now, he’s getting pushy, leaning into the counter. Without the masks, you’re sure you’d feel his breath on your face. You swallow.

“I, uh.” He starts sniffing you. You resist flinching away at that, instead opting to press a hand against your neck — against one of your scent glands. Vaseline sticks to your trembling fingers. The drugs you’ve been taking are expensive as fuck, your guy told you they were the good ones. They’ve gotten you this far so you believe him. 

And yet, this dude seems to be able to smell you.

“Hey, man, personal space.” You watch him remember himself and flinch away. The door to your side of the counter unlocks with a click as you undo the latch. “The bathroom’s in the back, okay?”

“Thank you so much. I swear I’m not doing drugs.”

And with that, he’s barging into the back of your store, the bathroom door slamming shut soon after. You narrow your eyes after him.

He smelled like… you smelled him and your chest hurt. You smelled him and your chest swelled with him. You feel warm.

Homeless people don’t usually have cologne.

You sit back down in your dingy spinny chair, blowing a breath. Everything about him makes sense, all of a sudden; just another night for you, but not for that poor thing.

Fuck. Mind your business.

So what if there’s another omega hiding in your store’s bathroom, clearly about to go into heat and with nowhere to hide? It’s his fault for not preparing, for being so obvious. It’s only a matter of time for someone as stupid as that, anyway.

You can’t get into the porn mag again so you just settle for sweeping. There isn’t really all that much to sweep. The mud he tracked in would have to be mopped up. You kind of just mindlessly poke at corners and brush dust into piles. The ceiling lights drone on. You stop sweeping and mop up the tracks instead.

Fast food was better than this. Harder, sure, but at least you could talk to people. Not that you can afford to do that, anymore. You rest your head on the handle of your mop. Guess that’s one of the reasons you’ve lasted so long.

You see it on the news, the compounds. A dozen or so omegas found and rounded up, sent to xyz compound, hip hip hooray! They always catch the packs. Omegas just can’t resist the need to socialize and that’s what, ultimately, gets them caught. Then there’s their alpha with a bag over their head and you don’t watch much TV anymore.

There’s a bang somewhere in the back.

Your head snaps up to the noise, alert, but the store is still. Maybe you’re hallucinating. The back door stares, reproachful. You set your mop against the wall.

The back is full of rows of boxes and employee uniforms. Your jacket and tote hang on the hooks by the exit. The tablet for manager shit and taking pictures when you’re really, really bored lays on a cluttered desk. It’s just that in the back, that and the bathroom. There’s shuffling.

You press an ear against the bathroom door.

He’s pacing. There’s mutters that join it. That scent from earlier seeps through the cracks. You twist the handle open.

You put your shirt over your nose as your eyes water, screwing shut. It fucking reeks. So, this is what heat looks like from the outside.

The guy is practically naked, standing in just his underwear, eyes wide and round and horrified as he sits in a corner. His bags lay haphazardly on the floor by his clothes. Bite marks adorn his right arm, a beer in hand. His neck is red with nail marks like he’s been scratching, scratching, trying to get the scent glands off. To get the proof off.

Well, you’ve never bitten your arm like that during your heats, but everyone’s different. Probably.

“Okay man, I’m gonna need you to put your clothes back on.” You try your best to soothe him with your voice, even allowing a small, awkward purr. He stutters and gawks at you as you lock the door behind you. “I know you don’t want to, but it helps. I promise.”

“This, uh, sorry, I am doing drugs, actually —”

You toss him one of the discarded hoodies off the floor. “I already know you’re going into heat and I have the drugs. You don’t gotta get sent to the compounds, so just shut up and listen.”

“What?”

He’s lost. His heat must be getting to him, you swear you can see his eyes starting to glaze, so you just start dressing him yourself. You pull the hoodie over him and run outside to your tote, shovel through your snacks and water and earbuds for the vaseline. You’re back in the bathroom in no time, fat tub in hand, the guy swearing under his breath as he packs his things together.

“Hey, man, chill.” You shuffle closer to him. Your purring quiets him, has him staring at you with a clenched jaw. He’s dripping with sweat. “We’re the same.”

You crouch next to him and put out your wrist. His eyes flicker from your wrist to your face, apparently putting two and two together; you know omega customs.

He takes your wrist in his hand gingerly, his fingers still burning to the touch and clammy. He sniffs, furrows his brow. You know the only thing he smells is vaseline, but whatever, he’s calming down.

He lets you inch closer.

“I’m just gonna put some vaseline on your glands, ‘kay?”

Hesitantly, he nods, but he’s right up next to you as you slather the vaseline against the glands on his neck. It should help with the smell enough until you can give him the drugs at your place. His breath fans against your cheek.

“Thank you,” he pants, quietly, his smile watery. “You aren’t afraid?”

Your face scrunches up. What, does he think his soft eyes or frightened demeanor is intimidating?

“Why would I be? It’s just a heat.”

“I’m — this isn’t heat?”

“What?”

His scent is heavy with musk, so much heavier with it than your own. You stare up at him and his eyes are speckled with gold. His teeth flash. He’s so much bigger than you, he’s filling up the room.

You drop the vaseline. “Oh, shit.”

His face drops. Then, he scrambles to his feet, placing himself between you and the door before you can even try. You stumble backward, hit the floor. You’ve never seen an alpha in person before. He isn’t as bulky as they’re supposed to be.

“Yeah, okay, so we’re both stupid,” he mutters, eyeing every twitch of your fingers. He leans down towards one of his bags, towards his sweatpants, and pulls out a gun.

Your mouth hangs open as he gets back to his feet and points it at you. Okay. Okay. He looks like he’s done this before.

“Hey, man.” Your voice shakes as you lift your hands. You look anywhere but the barrel. “I’m not gonna tell anybody. I’m an omega, okay? I get it.”

The alpha takes another step back until his back hits the metal bathroom door, finger still on the trigger. Sweat beads on his forehead.

“Sure as hell don’t smell like one.”

“Because of th-”

“Because of the drugs, yeah, yeah.” The air is thick with his pheromones. He’s the same dude as earlier, face twisted in pain and dressed only in his muddy hoodie, but the glare he fixes you with reveals somebody completely different. “Never heard of drugs that work that well.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s not supposed to be heard about.” You swallow. He narrows his eyes at your sass. It’s hard to think with his scent tying knots in your stomach. Think. Think. What do you say? The door just squawked.

What.

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Both of you look towards the origin of the sound, listening. Somebody shouts from the front of the store.

The guy swears under his breath. Then, his attention’s back on you.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, moving from the door, gun on you all the while. “Go out there and act normal.”

And then you’re back at the counter, three cops frowning down at you, looking far too big for the shelves that line your store.

“Hey, how can I help you?” You smile your customer service smile, hope they chalk up the dread in your voice to the usual nerves people have around them. Thank God betas can’t smell for shit, the whole store is drenched in that scent now. Your nostrils flare.

The one in the middle is the biggest. He runs through an introduction of his name and the police department he works for too fast for you to really catch. He flashes his badge. His bulletproof vest makes him even bigger. He has a gun tucked away on his hip, they all do.

“Have you seen anybody strange or out of the ordinary tonight?” 

You can’t help but think of the alpha with the bag.

“I see weird people all the time, honestly. Y’know. Night shift.” You laugh a little, lean onto the counter with your elbows. “Sorry, I know that’s not much help.”

“It’s fine. We’re looking for a man in his early twenties, blonde, about a hundred n’ seventy centimeters. Should be wearing a dark blue shirt and jeans.” He has his thumbs tucked between his vest and chest, the rest of his fingers drumming against the vest. “Probably covered in mud.”

The other two scoff, cover their smile.

“Haven’t seen anybody like that.” You glance towards the mop leaning against the far wall. “Sorry.”

“Can we check your cameras?”

“Don’t have any.”

He looks up to the black dome in the corner of the ceiling. You do your best not to sigh.

“It’s a fake, sir. I can show you, if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

So you fetch a ladder from the back and climb up there, pry the black plastic from the base that’s screwed into the ceiling tile. You show him the empty inside.

He shares a glance with his partners. “Call the emergency line immediately if you see him. Have a good night.”

They leave with a squawk. The store is silent except for the lights and the ruckus you make putting the ladder away.

This isn’t what you signed up for when you took this damn job. You didn’t sign up for being robbed at gunpoint twice, either, or at hammerpoint that one time, but shit happens. Still, you’ve got an alpha in rut in your store’s bathroom, had the first conversation with a cop you’ve ever had, and been threatened with a gun by said alpha all in the same shift.

You knock on the bathroom door. “They left, so don’t shoot me when I open the door, please.”

The guy is aiming the gun at you when you enter the bathroom anyway. You don’t blame him, you’d probably be doing the same, but being on the other end of it isn’t exactly pleasant. He’s got his sweats on now, his bags piled neatly in the corner, your tub of vaseline capped and set on the sink.

“I didn’t say anything about you. Seriously.” You shut the door softly behind you. “Getting involved with the cops isn’t in my interest, either.”

“Because you’re an omega?” He’s not looking too great. His face is flushed, forehead and cheeks especially. His voice is strained, body stiff, he’s a rope pulled taut.

“Yeah.”

“I thought all of them were in the compounds.”

“And I thought all of the alphas were dead.” You can’t help but scoff. “Or better at hiding it. Seriously, I’m sure there aren’t many omegas still in hiding, but the government isn’t all knowing.”

He laughs. Like actually, his eyes twinkle with it. “Okay. Thanks for enlightening me, omega.”

“Don’t call me that, jeez. Makes me gag.”

“What, never been in a pack before?” He jokes, gun finally lowering. You just cross your arms and look away.

“No, I haven’t.” Your nose wrinkles when you catch his dumb expression. “Can you leave? I’ve got a shift to finish.”

“You’ve been doing this alone?”

You just stare at him, brows knitted, feet shifting.

“How? You’ve got to know something the rest of us don’t — shit, you even have a job —“

“Just get out, man. You’re stinking the place up.”

He chews on his lip, opens his mouth to say something just to close it. He starts pacing in little circles. He picks at his hair. Then, he stops and starts talking again, gun waving in the air as he gestures at you.

“Your drugs are expensive, yeah?”

“…that’s not your busi—“

“I can get them to you for free.”

“What?”

“Yeah, just let me stay with you for, like, two weeks.”

“Uh, hell no.”

“Uh, hell yes!” His eyes bug out, blonde, frizzy strands of hair falling in front of his eyes, overgrown. “Listen, I can’t get them to you right now, we kinda got — well, that’s not important. What you need to know is I got you if you got me.”

The fluorescent light above you flickers, the AC drones on. You shake your head and rest your forehead in your hand.

Your guy has been upping the price every month. It won’t be long before you have to choose between rent and the drugs, and he knows you’ll always choose the latter.

“One week,” you mutter, raising your head and fixing him with a glare. “And you have to lock yourself in my closet.”

“Deal.” The alpha grins despite himself. “I’d shake your hand but they’re kinda sweaty — what’s your name?”

“We’re not getting friendly. This is just out of convenience.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” His canines flash. Your eyes catch on them. “Call me Keigo.”

[foxy-little-omega]

Imagine this..

Alpha!Keigo, who always made sure his mate was well taken care of. There was never anything that you would ever need or want because you already have it, so there's no need to long for it any longer. Keigo keeps his feathers hidden around the house, and a not so hidden one wrapped around your neck as a courting gift. These feathers will always let him know when his little omega is in need of something.

Alpha!Keigo put that specific feather on a necklace because it was the very last courting gift he provided to you before he asked you to be his mate, officially. Not that it was necessary. Keigo always made sure it was obvious to the people around you both that you belonged to him, bond mark or not. Not to mention the stench of nothing but Takami Keigo wafting off of you most times. Which was totally not intentional.

Alpha!Keigo was so twisted with his own emotions the first time another Alpha approached you. One one hand, Keigo knew you were his loyal omega, and you would politely reject the other Alpha, but on the other hand, Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you so close that his scent was permanently marked into you. He wanted to growl and prowl at the other Alpha, maybe even show off your bond mark that he so happily gave to you when your relationship became official. Thank God Keigo had a reputation as the number two hero to upkeep because if he didn't, he may have actually taken the second option.

Alpha!Keigo became so flustered and nervous on the inside that the media found out about his omega mate. No one would leave you alone. Either it be asking questions about you during an interview or trying to take a picture of you as you walk down the street. Keigo hated when the reporters would spot you on the street when he wasn't there. You always come home smelling of anxiety and nervousness. Keigo, the adoring Alpha that he is, always made sure to calm your nerves on these occasions. Fortunately, you grew accustomed to the press after some time, and you easily avoided them.

Alpha!Keigo notices a rather large bruise on your arm one day, and after further investigation, he discovered it to be a hand mark. Keigo persuaded you (made you cum until you were a crying, blubbering, mess) until you finally revealed that a reporter had spotted you on the road today. You were walking home from work. The male reporter thought it would be a good idea to corner you so he could ask questions. You, rightfully so, attempted to just walk away like you always do. But this guy, alpha no less, grabbed your arm so you couldn't leave. Keigo was seeing red.

Alpha!Keigo calms down enough after a few hours. He lulls you to sleep and watches you dream away so peacefully before he pulls out his phone and makes a call.

Alpha!Keigo doesn't hesitate to let you build a nest in his office. None of his coworkers nor workers are allowed in his office after you do. Of course, they can come close to the door and knock, but they are forbidden from entering. Even when Keigo/you isn't there, they still are not allowed in his office. Your nest is too precious to even be seen by anyone else. Keigo teared up when you said you wanted to build a nest in his office and his room at his house. You trusted him enough to do that. He could only hold you close, wrapped up in his beautiful red wings, as he praises you and thanks you.

Alpha!Keigo, who hates it when you switch your shampoo. You always claim that you never cared for what shampoo you grabbed, as long as it wasn't conditioner, but he hated that you switched it up every time. Your scent just changed too much, and nothing ever smelt special for you, specifically. Finally, the night you both first made passionate love to one another for the first time. Keigos' back was lined with burning passion. His shoulders were tense, sweat dripping from his forhead, his wings jerking and relaxing every few seconds, not to mention you. Your body laid out beneath him, sweat lining your beautiful skin, hair sticking to the bed and your own face, hickies and dark bite marks scattered along your upper chest and neck, it was all perfect. What made it even more perfect was the smell that Keigo couldn't get enough of. After he had emptied his balls into you, he just laid on your chest. But Keigo didn't expect to smell the sweetest, most drooling scent he had ever smelt, pouring from your scent glands. Nothing covering or blocking you from openly releasing this scent if yours.Round two immediately started after that.

Alpha!Keigo protects you and loves you with everything he is. Man, hero, son (hopefully a daddy bird soon), you took it all when you stole his heart. Keigo would gladly put down his life for his omega, and he would put down someone else's life for you, too. Though he would say that allowed, he knows you're more sensitive about gore and killing than he is. But he doesn't care. As long as you stick by his side no matter what, he knows he will stick by yours.

And don't get be started on Alpha!Keigo becoming a father after impregnating his little omega.

[foxy-little-omega]

Alpha Keigo Takami x Mortem Omega Reader

Being a Mortem omega meant that you were incredibly strong, the same as an Apex Alpha if not stronger

This, paired with the unknown factor and their aggressive hostility towards Alphas, made Mortems feared by society

Which is why the HPSC demanded that Hawks make the reported Mortem either submit to him and be his mate, or kill the Omega with no hesitation

It was just his luck that the Mortem in question happened to have an Avian quirk, resulting in their instincts being more bird like

This could work. This would do nicely. Keigo was very reluctant to kill any omega, not to mention his inner Alpha nearly howling at the thought

Upon entering the abandoned building the Omega was reported to be in, he found them inside a nest, hiding underneath their own wings

When he tried to approach them, they tackled him to the floor, growling and trying to sink their claws into him

They might’ve nearly killed him in their scuffle if his Alpha hadn’t taken over and started softly trilling and singing to the Omega

Swaying from side to side and flashing his wings, Keigo showed off all his best dance moves while softly serenading the Omega

Seeing that the Omega had finally calmed down and was no longer showing any hostility, Keigo’s alpha took this opportunity to fully embrace his instincts and woo the Omega

It took a few months of Keigo bringing you food and little gifts like small trinkets, maybe jewelry or makeup, nesting material like blankets or pillows, things like that

But eventually, he had you hooked. He wasn’t doing this for the Commission, he genuinely wanted to be your Alpha. When you finally gave him the chance, he presented you with a hand woven necklace/choker as his official courting gift

After that you followed him to his home where he had tidied everything up just to make the place look nice. After your through inspection, you deemed the place nice and left to collect and relocate your nest

Keigo thought you had rejected him when you left, he couldn’t stand to stay in the apartment so he too, left. Only to come back to the strong scent of an Omega in pre-heat.

He rushed into his bedroom to find you already building a larger nest. One he realized was big enough for the two of you. He chirped and began bringing you whatever you wanted for the nest.

You need more blankets? He’s got ‘em right here. More pillows? Already done. You want him to scent this for you? He’d be delighted to. You want some of his feathers to stick into the nest? Take as many as you need.

By the time the nest was done, you were well on your way to being fully in heat. And Keigo was starting to be affected by your sweet and delicious smell

He quickly called the Commission telling them not to bother him since he’ll be dealing with his new Omega.

After that he made sure to bring you food and water before he got down to business

Throughout your heat, Keigo was nearly as insatiable as you were. He’d eat you out like a man starved, growling and pulling your hips back onto his face whenever you tried to run away from being overstimulated.

He’d push your head down with your ass in the air as he thrusted into you. His cock is about 8’ in length and nearly 2’ in girth. His knot is nearly 3’ at the widest. Unlike most Alphas, Keigo lets his knot inflate inside you as he ruts into you instead of pushing it in after it’s inflated

He’s normally fast and passionate, making you cum and he covers you both with his wings. He’ll nip at your neck, growling and trilling, he’s very vocal

After your heat, he simply rests with you safely tucked under his wings, snuggling up to him

Overall he’s a very sweet and dorky Alpha, but he knows when to put his foot down.

[foxy-little-omega]

oh! Since you also do requests with hybrids, could I ask for wolfhybrids (or fox) hashiras x reader? Like hashiras see the reader as the perfect mate material, so they try to get closer to them by courting them in their own ways

Male Hashira x Reader - Prey tell?

author's note: the title is a pun, my humor is dry. i fell down the stairs and sit in a hospital since yesterday.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: wolf!hybrids, a/b/o, kny!au

i've been thinking a lot about this idea now, especially which rank each hashira would have. alpha? beta? omega? it was quite hard, but i allowed myself to create a little au for better understanding.

to not mess things up, i decided that the reader will be an omega in this au. all the hashira are considered alphas, which of course has a reason too.

i've went through the a/b/o thing over the past two or three days and to put it simply: alpha is the equivalent to strong, omegas are weak in comparison.

the hashira are the strongest swordsmen in the corp, it would only be right to rank them as an alpha (or a beta).

you, on the other hand, have been fighting your way to the top. omegas are weaker than most, but you possess a strong mind, which helped you work your way up.

naturally, the day will come that you catch their attention, if only for the fact that you're an omega. i also imagine omegas to be more rare than alphas and betas, since they take on a weaker role in this au.

Tengen:

• he's smitten since day one - an alpha different from any you've met yet. smug smirk and tall body towering over you the minute your scent hits his nose.

• your scent gives him the same feeling the scents of his three wives do. you're so small, perhaps not physically, but your weak omega presence makes his protective instincts flare up.

• just another day or two and three women are by your side, two betas and another omega looking at you with happiness and a feeling of finally coming home.

• you'll learn to love all of them - courting one is courting all. Tengen's not surprised to come home and find all of you nuzzled together in a cuddle pile.

• and if that isn't enough to turn you into a proper mate of his, shiny presents and lots of time squished between four other people will surely do it.

Obanai:

• small and weak. how did you end up near the alphas? he's suspicious when he heard of you, no omega would be able to turn into a hashira. he needed to see that for himself.

• nearly falls off his spot in the tree when he sees you and a comforting scent hits his nose. he's almost embarrassed by the way his fluffy ears are twitching, trying to listen to your conversation with Rengoku.

• he follows you around for a few days, mustering up the courage to talk to you after nearly a week. you looked up when the man sat in front of you, another bowl of food in hand.

• he doesn't talk much, only telling you that omegas should eat more than you do. you awkwardly look at him for a while, taking the bowl after another minute and thanking him.

• the action alone got him blushing under his mask, bringing you food for the next month when he finds you eating somewhere around the training grounds.

Rengoku:

• he's one of the calmer ones when he hears about your rank as a hashira. an omega got ranked this high? what incredible talent you must possess!

• he's by no means against your way of living, but he can't keep his mouth shut about how "you should stay home and get protected by a proper alpha!" it's no insult and you can sense that much, but you find yourself disagreeing.

• once he's sure that you're the perfect material for a mate, he'll court you the proper way, just like his mother once told him.

• it's just that his "proper courting" nearly has you running away in embarrassment.

• "dear [name], allow me to show you my interest through the traditional ways of courting one's future mate!"

• your agreement only came a day later, after you survived his booming voice right behind you in the midst of a forest's silence. next time he shouldn't sneak up on you like that.

Sanemi:

• hah? ridiculous. a small thing like you is supposed to work midst the likes of him? don't make him laugh, he could eat you up for breakfast.

• with that attractive smell reeking from your body, you wouldn't survive a day. he would see you become a demon's snack sooner than later.

• his jaw nearly hits the ground when he sees you outsmart the lower rank demon in front of you with speed and flexibility instead of strength.

• he grumbles about your stupid cute presence, sweetly roaming around him. you're truthfully just going on about your day, but it's enough to make his mind go blank.

• you're the perfect mix of strong and obedient for him, listening so well to him, because "he's done this job longer than you and you were happy to learn."

• internally smacks himself when he tries signalling his courting intentions by gifting you clothes heavily drenched in his scent.

Giyuu:

• he didn't voice his worries, but an omega living this kind of life? any alpha would be worried, right? especially since omegas have gotten so rare these days!

• but, oh, you're so sweet and nice. you once cooked him some soup and he swore you needed an alpha's protection - his protection.

• if he could just steal you away and ensure your safety, but he knew that would make you unhappy. so he makes sure to keep you safe by following you like a lap dog.

• it's not uncommon to see the new omega and the gloomy hashira take a walk together. people tend to avoid you, feeling unwell because of the intense stare the alpha behind you gives them.

• some of them swore they have seen the two of you nuzzle against each other. a hint of his scent had previously started lingering on your uniform too.

Gyomei:

• is it just your imagination or have you been joining missions with the stone hashira more often? no, it's definitely true.

• ever since he has taken a liking to you, he had started courting you by ensuring your safety and happiness.

• he doesn't know a lot about proper courting, mostly because it didn't interest him for most of his life. his courting is really special, but you don't mind.

• instead of bestowing gifts upon you, he takes you to special places he has found, most of them with a unique smell - a waterfall or a meadow full of flowers.

• he tries to gouge your reactions, mostly trusting his ears and tail, because he sadly can't see your beautiful face.

• you find yourself blushing with the way his ears often twitch around you, trying to listen to your every breath and laugh.

• your favourite times are when a protective tail brushes against your back, inviting you into a long session of cuddling.

[foxy-little-omega]

I really liked the idea of wolf hybrids hashiras :DD.

so maybe now wolf hybrids hashiras who are obsessed with the reader and the thought of owning the reader so they want to mark them somehow? for example by scenting them or leaving bites, etc.

Male Hashira x reader - Courting done right

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: wolf hybrid!au, omega!reader

Tengen:

• gifts. gifts. gifts. have i mentioned he's going to use gifts?

• such a cute omega, he is more than ready to take care of you and take you in as his tsugoku, his new lover - his everything. you're just not recognizable as his. not yet.

• he makes a point out of bestowing gifts upon you. they always have to be expensive and flashy. the gift that got everything going was a perfume, the same all his wives had.

• every demon slayer knows that exact scent, it's jus that there's not a fourth individual wearing it. everyone realized it sooner than you - you carried the same hint as his wives.

Obanai:

• he gives you obvious hints about his courting intentions, directly telling you that he would like to take you to a nice restaurant or walk you home.

• but do not expect him to actually spell it out, he's not the kind of person to do it. by the time you openly acknowledge your relationship, everyone around the two of you has already thought you were mates.

• small presents and weekly dinners are more than common, he needs to show you that he can take care of you.

Rengoku:

• biting and scenting. it started with scenting though.

• when he finds you curled up somewhere, dozing off after a mission, he always does the same thing. as soon as he made sure you're really asleep, he's by your side, warm arms wrapping around your body and keeping you close.

• waking up and realizing that his scent had rubbed off on you, you are more than happy. it becomes natural to wake up with him by your side. the biting started after a kakushi eyed you weirdly. Kyojuro reacts quickly, leaving a bite on your shoulder before nuzzling against you like usually.

• neither of you complains about the new addition to his old habits. in fact, you make sure to doze off near him sometimes, happy to wake up with a new mark.

Sanemi:

• he's possessive of you, definetily not in the cute way either. when he realizes other corps members take interest in you, he's lurking near you. it doesn't take long for others to flee, the man is staring daggers into them.

• he starts to come up with courting methods when he realizes you're not going to be around him all the time. he needs to make his presence known, even when he's not really there.

• he's quick to give you a few pieces of his clothes, telling you to wear them every now and then. the clothes nearly reek of his scent, strong pheromonoes taking over the area around them. if he wanted to make sure he's an alpha, he had clearly succeded.

• and though the clothes came with the best intention - protecting you - people subconciously try to avoid you whenever you wear them.

Giyuu:

• he's not to sure about courting you, he had never done so before. he tries to sneak a few secrets from couples he watches walking past him. presents, taking you out, scenting - he had tried it all.

• eventually manages to eat outside with you from time to time, often finding yourself conversing under a tree. he had to stop his tail from swishing around when you leaned against his arm, resting your head against his shoulder. uses the moment to rub his cheek against you lightly, leaving a faint hint of his scent behind.

• it's always a nice surpise to find a small gift from him near your door, wrapped in a small cloth. he knows that you know where they come from, happy when he sees them on you the next day.

Gyomei:

• with him, you can't say when exactly the courting began. he first offered scenting you a few weeks after you were ranked a hashira. though it was slightly weird at first, you quickly became used to it.

• you knew he would never force the scenting on you, but it somehow gotten to a silent agreement. it was for your safety at first - demons prefered attacking omegas - he could cover your scent with his own.

• however, the simple scenting quickly escalated into a mark or two, nuzzling against each other and eventually leaving bites on your shoulders.

[foxy-little-omega]

Any fluffy pup headcanons?

Sure. Some of these might be repeats, lol. If they are, my bad.

Build-A-Bear, or similar stores, are really popular for young pups. The reason is that scent packets their parents can scent can be added in. So you'll see a lot of pups snuggling up with their stuffies when they miss their parents.

Pups taking naps in their parent's nests.

Parents lose their pups in the house because they fall asleep in the most random but coziest places.

It is a common phenomenon that pups form packs in school in their classes. They often move to the next grade as a pack if this happens.

Pups, around toddler age, pull a fainting goat/possum whenever they get too startled out of range of their parents. Cue their parents rousing them away with cuddles.

Pups are big cuddlers. Whenever there's a chance to cuddle someone they like it's free real estate.

A lot of people in the Omegaverse are sentimental, so the toys you see pups have come from their parents. Same goes for blankets.

Pups are very considerate without trying to be. They have a higher emotional intellect than that of irl children. They can understand quick. (This is specific to the biology and evolution of OV)

Siblings scent one another is so cute to me. They are out bonding and just hug a little, "Don't go too far."

I'm sorry, but pups on the baby leashes are so funny to me. In my headcanon there tend to be a lot of multiples and thinking of parents with a haul of kids is so silly.

Pups are always doing little crafts to give to their parents or favorite pack members. Just imagine their little backpacks filled with different drawings and macaroni art? I'm crying.

[foxy-little-omega]

if alphas in the omegaverse knew that we referred to it as the "omegaverse" and not the "alphaverse," they'd throw a fit

[foxy-little-omega]

Dabi is the type of omega to casually be glued to his alpha no matter how inconvenient.

This became the worlds problem when he met two alphas that matched in his clinginess. Hawks was just as clingy as Dabi and allowed the world to know he was mated and committed to a villain.

Meanwhile Tomura may not be clingy in public like the two of them were but he was their scary guard dog that dared anyone to say anything that could hurt their feelings.

They rewarded him with all the attention he greedily demanded of them, in private of course. He hated being apart of public affection like his two mates but he tolerated their behavior simply because they were his and no one was allowed to hurt who was his.

The same could be said for Hawks and Dabi who hurt anyone who tried to exclude their mate or make him feel left out.

Hawks was a terrifying predator when it came down to it and Dabi was more than happy to let his anger fester and burn anyone who challenged his wrath.

Just thinking of shigadabihawks being so different but so similar and everyone is so confused by it but oddly thinks it fitting and just has to accept it.

[foxy-little-omega]

A Matter of Admiration Alpha Gang Orca x Omega f!Reader

Hello Hello! Here is my very VERY late submission for the SFW portion of Spudcorner's Valentine Blood and Chocolate Collab. This was meant to be a two page drabble. 13 pages later it's a bit more than that. Regardless, I do hope you enjoy!

Sequel/Epilogue Here

Content Warnings- Omegaverse, SFW, Insecurities, Misunderstandings, Pining, Fluff, Lots of food mentioned, Kugo being very down on himself, very minor mention of blood and stitches needed.

“Really? Again?”

The large alpha seemed to shrink under your judgemental glare.

“I am sorry, Y/N. The fight got intense and it slipped off. Someone must have stepped on it.”

You sighed heavily, your gaze turning to the workbench where the shattered remains of your creation sat. This was your seventh attempt at outfitting Gang Orca with a communicator headset. It was dangerous for him to keep fishing for a handheld during the heat of battle. Unfortunately, his lack of outer ear made keeping a headset on him difficult. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile.

“Not your fault, Sakamata. We knew this was going to be tricky. Though at this rate I’m tempted to just glue a headset on you and call it a day.”

Kugo snorted, his posture relaxing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I hate to see your hard work go to waste.”

“It’s not a waste if I learn something from it. This one lasted a couple weeks of normal patrol work, so that’s an improvement. We just need to figure out what was different about this fight. So, sit. Talk.”

Kugo shook his head with an amused huff. He admitted he had been slightly dubious when you had first come to his agency. He’d encountered many hero support workers claiming to specialize in mutation quirks that seemed to be looking for lab rats for their creations. However, you always listened to what he said, and made suggestions that would actually make his job easier. You made sure your support items not only were functional, but comfortable at well. If the few years you had worked for him, he was pleased to say you had become good friends.

“I can’t right now, Y/N. I need to get cleaned up, then complete my report before I forget the details. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow.” You frowned, tapping your foot. Kugo fought to keep a neutral expression. You’d never forgive him if you knew how much he enjoyed your expressions when you were annoyed.

“Alright. Fine. First thing tomorrow. But make sure you get some rest tonight, you’ve been working too hard lately!”

Sakamata waved a hand in answer as he walked out the workshop door. He’d try to follow your request, but a hero’s work is never done.

~~~~~

Gang Orca shuffled through the door to his agency with an aura of gloom about him. In the past five days, he had broken five more communicators, gotten into several serious fights, and had allowed a villain to escape. And that was just his work life. Some of his friends had set him up for a speed dating session. He didn’t blame them for trying, but it ended exactly how he knew it would. Most of the omegas who had been present were scared of him, and those that weren’t were clearly only interested in his pro hero paycheck. Kugo trudged toward his office, his thoughts gloomy. A man with a quirk like his would never have a normal courtship. It hurt sometimes. How nice it would be to come home to a sweet smelling omega. What wouldn’t he give to home filled with pups, and laughter and love? He sighed softly as he swung his door open. Such a life was not meant for him, so no point in even dreaming. On autopilot, he hung his coat on the coat rack, and turned to set his briefcase on his desk. However, the desk was already occupied. Kugo tilted his head as he stared at the object resting on his desk. It appeared to be a large bento box, wrapped in a rather feminine handkerchief, patterned with some sort of flowers. Kugo set his briefcase down on a chair before coming closer to investigate. Gingerly, he untied the knot, setting the cloth aside as he looked at the contents curiously.

First and most obviously, was the strawberry shaped sticky note attached to the top. “You looked like you had been having a rough week. I hope this can make it better!” The writing was… painstakingly cute. The “i”s were dotted with little hearts. Each letter having just a little bit of flourish, while still being legible.

Kugo hummed quietly to himself. Clearly this had been left on his desk by mistake. A bit awkward, considering his name was on the door, but there was no other explanation. He drummed his fingers on the desk as he considered his options. He could take a guess at who the bento was for. There were several popular alpha heroes working for him that got their share of gifts from admirers. The soft omegan scent coming from the handkerchief that had wrapped the bento was a solid clue the gift was likely meant for one of them. But really, there was no way to tell for sure who it was supposed to end up with, and he really didn’t want the hard work to go to waste. Yes. Best thing would be to eat the bento, and place the box in the break room with a note inside the box apologizing.

His course of action decided, Kugo opened the bento, quietly sucking a breath as he saw what was inside. There were sausages cut to look like little octopi. A large slab of teriyaki salmon. Rice balls shaped like teddy bear heads, complete with little seaweed faces. He tried to tamp down his delight at seeing over half of the bento was dedicated to tamagoyaki. While he lived up to his stereotype of loving fish, the egg dish was a secret favorite of his; something his mother had made for him whenever he had a bad day when he was growing up. The second layer of the bento had even more. Rice, vegetables, and surprisingly a small but adorable piece of cake. Kugo put the bento back together with a small smile on his face. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him, but it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy something like this- cute and homemade, clearly filled with a great deal of care. He couldn’t quite feel guilty as he looked forward to lunch. He could pretend, just this once, that a sweet smelling omega had put so much care into something for him.

~~~~~~

Later that day, when most of the day team had left, Kugo made his way to the common break room. He carefully cleaned out the bento box in the sink, setting it to the side to dry. He folded the handkerchief it had came in, and placed it next to the box before sighing. He was in the process of scribbling a brief apology note when he heard a cough. He glanced up to see y/n leaning against the doorway.

“You okay, chief? Thought your shift ended an hour ago.”

Kugo nodded as he placed his note on top of the handkerchief. “Yes, just had a few things I needed to wrap up. What about you? I know you were supposed to be done several hours ago now.”

You fidgeted, embarrassed, shrugging your shoulders as you glanced away. “Had an idea for how to improve a few items and, well, you know how I get when I have a project. But what have you got there? You never struck me as the homemade lunch type.”

It was Kugo’s turn to look uncomfortable as he shuffled from foot to foot. “It was left on my desk this morning by mistake. I had no way of knowing who it was actually meant for, and I didn’t want it going to waste, so I ate it.”

You frowned as you walked into the room, opening cupboards and starting to retrieve things to make tea. You held a mug up toward Kugo in a silent question, grabbing a second one when he nodded. You were quiet for a few moments, going through the motions. After a while you asked “How are you so sure it wasn’t for you?”

Kugo snorted, leaning back against the counter and gesturing at himself. “Omegas aren’t exactly lined up around the block. I don’t place high on the ‘heroes that look most like villains’ list every year for no reason. Some unfortunate omega got confused about whose office was whose. It’s a shame I couldn’t give it to whoever it was meant for, it was a beautifully crafted bento.” Kugo doesn’t mention the note. Kugo especially doesn’t mention the note had found its way into his desk drawer to save as a memory of how nice it had been to receive the bento, even if it was an accident.

You laughed, passing him a steaming cup of tea, made just how he liked. “Sakamata, don’t talk down about yourself like that. You’re big, strong, and prime alpha material. You’re one of the top heroes! And even more importantly, you’re a gentle kind man that any omega would be lucky to have. I’d bet good money that that bento absolutely was made just for you.”

“A nice thought, but I doubt it. You’ll see. In a few days I bet a bento will make its way to who it was meant for.”

~~~~~~

Kugo stood stock still in the doorway to his office. Sitting on his desk was another cloth wrapped package. Once was a mistake, clearly. But two days in a row? Why on Earth was there another bento on his desk? He approached the desk and slide the bento to him. He untied the scented fabric with care. A cat shaped note greeted him.

“I’m sorry if it wasn’t clear before, Sakamata. I wanted to make this for you because I admire you so much. I’m not always great at saying my feelings, so I hope my cooking says enough.”

This was… for him. The bentos… were for him? He sat in his chair, leaning his head against his hands as he regarded the innocent looking lunch. If it wasn’t a mistake, then what could it be? Probably a fortune hunting omega trying to get in his good graces, if he went off his past experience. Though usually those types of omegas were more likely to offer favors of a different sort. Kugo winced as another thought occurred to him. There was a good chance this omega pitied him. Ugly, intimidating, unmatable. Someone had seen him and decided he needed looking after because clearly he’d never get someone on his own. Yes. That had to be it. He should leave the bento in the break room and end this farce as soon as possible.

His mind made up, Kugo picked up the bundle to do exactly that. The subtle smell of the contents hit his sensitive nose, causing him to salivate. Tempura? Definitely egg. Well, it would be a shame to not even look inside to make sure.

Clearly just as much care had gone into this one as the last one. The rice balls were shaped like little cat heads, to match the note. An assortment of tempura seemed to be the main dish, cute cat shaped food picks stuck in some of them. There were even paw print shaped gummy candies for the dessert. Every inch of the lunch was absolutely adorable. And it was all done for him. There was no way Kugo could let it go to waste. It hurt to know it was a gift given out of pity, but maybe, just for a while, he could pretend there was someone out there who loved him like this. The omega would grow tired of this eventually. Until then, he’d let himself enjoy this.

~~~~~

It was surprising how easily this had become routine. Every day when Kugo walked into his office, there was a new bento waiting for him. And every day he’d unwrap the bento, indulging a brief moment in the cutely patterned handkerchiefs. Every bento was unique and cute. They seemed to show a good understanding of his tastes and preferences. It was a pleasant break on the quiet days and a welcome comfort on the rough days. Each day there was a sweet written note that Kugo gently stored in his desk drawer. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

~~~~~~~

Kugo hated attending charity events. It wasn’t the charities, he always supported good causes. It wasn’t the dressing up, or the fancy atmosphere. It was the people. While a few of his friends were around somewhere, there were many many others who didn’t know him well. Others who were intimidated by his appearance. Others who apparently had no idea just how sharp his hearing was.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Gang Orca is here.”

“I know! Well, I suppose he is a hero. Allegedly, anyway.”

“Did he come with anyone?”

“Of course not. I mean ew. Look at him. Can you imagine cosying up to that at the end of the day?”

“I know! And those teeth! If he tried to bond someone, he’d take their head clean off!”

“As if anyone would want to bond with that.”

“I don’t know. He’s in the top ten pretty often. He has to be loaded, right?”

“Would have to be a lot for me to even consider it.”

“It could be all the money and I still wouldn’t!”

“Oh don’t say that! Poor bastard can’t help he’s unmatable.”

Kugo walked away from the refreshment table as he tried to tune out the unkind comments and mocking laughter. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew full well what he looked like. He had had enough failed courting attempts to know exactly what omegas thought of him. But it still stung. Stung more than usual, actually. The daily bentos with their scented cloths and cute little notes had almost made him forget. The only omegas who were interested either pitied him, or wanted his money. He could never forget that.

~~~~~

What he could forget, apparently, was that the number two pro hero was scheduled to be at his office the morning after the charity gala. Kugo stifled a sigh when he saw the red winged hero waiting outside his agency’s door. Of course he’d have to deal with this on a day when he wasn’t in the best of moods. “Orca! My man, good to see you again!”

Kugo nodded as he held the door open. “Hawks.”

“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you at the party last night. You know how it is. Go to one of those things when you're single, and you get swarmed.”

Kugo gave a non committal grunt. No, he didn’t know. He just wanted this morning to be over with. He perked up slightly as he saw you hurrying down the hallway toward them. Hawks gave a low whistle. “Who's the babe?” Kugo half growled. “That is Miss Y/N. The support item engineer you allegedly came here to see. You will be respectful and refrain from flirting with my staff.”

Keigo held up his hands and laughed. “Hey now big guy, don’t mean any offense. Just saying you’re lucky to get to work with that every day.”

Kugo jerked his head in an abbreviated nod. You slowed down your quick walk as you got closer, not wanting to interrupt the heroes’s conversation. Kugo waved you closer. You smiled at him so brightly as you joined the group. Yes. He was lucky to work with a friend such as you. Kugo’s nerves started to cool a bit as he introduced you and the three of you began to make your way to his office. Hawk’s casual questions were more inquisitive than flirty, and Kugo knew from long experience just how much you enjoyed being able to talk in depth about your work. He was smiling by the time he opened the door to his office, ushering the two or you in. Hawk’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Dang! Either you got one hell of a cafeteria service at this agency, or Gang Orca has himself quite an admirer. Delivered right to your desk, pretty bold, man! That’s exactly why I keep my door locked. There’s only so much lunch a man can eat, am I right?”

The bento. He had forgotten about the stupid bento. There it sat, as always. The handkerchief was especially cute today, some sort of pattern with teddy bears hugging and kissing. Any other day, the sight would have calmed him. Any other day he would have sat down and quickly poked through to see what surprises lay inside that day, would have read the note meant just for him with a smile.

But today was different. Others were in his office. The number two hero, handsome and popular. His support engineer, pretty enough to probably have plenty of suitors of her own. And then there was him. Large. Scary. Consistently told he looks like a villain. Has never had a relationship that wasn’t pitying or profiteering. Kugo remembered the whispered remarks from the party. Usually he’d be able to brush off Hawks’s commentary. But today…

Kugo snarled, his scent agitated as he swept his arm across the desk, knocking the bento roughly into the trash. “They are a nuisance that need to cease! I’m so tired of some desperate piting omega shoving their unwanted, unneeded efforts at me! Enough is enough!” At the end his voice was raised to a shout. He was dimly aware of his nails digging deeply into his palms. Kugo leaned on the desk, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. He could hear the others shuffling behind him awkwardly.

“Come on,” You murmured and lightly tugged on Keigo’s sleeve. “How about I show you my lab and take some measurements before we get started.”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah.” Keigo allowed you to lead him away. You softly closed the door behind you. Kugo remained, hunched and breathing raggedly. It took him several minutes to calm down. It took him a few minutes beyond that to gather the nerve to make the trek down to the support lab. He slipped into the room as inconspicously as a man with his fram could manage. You were taking measurements off of Keigo and muttering to yourself as you tapped out notes on your tablet. Keigo noticed Kugo’s entrance and greeted him cautiously. “You good?” Kugo nodded. “I… apologize. It’s been a rather trying week, but I should have composed myself better.”

Keigo waved him off. “No worries, man, no worries. Y/n was just telling me she thinks that she’ll be able to rig up something for me that would help slow my fall in situations where my wings get damaged.”

You hummed an affirmative, taking a few more measurements before you started describing your process. Kugo couldn’t help but notice you didn’t look his way. You looked at the ground, at your tablet, at Keigo, but you were clearly avoiding Kugo’s gaze. He mentally winced as he settled onto an out of the way stool. It was rare for him to have that kind of emotional outburst. It probably could be heard even from outside his office. He’d make sure to apologize to you better when he got the chance. But for now, it was looking like it would be a long, awkward day. Goodie.

~~~~~

Kugo growled under his breath the next morning when he saw the cloth wrapped bundle sitting on his desk. Yesterday’s embarrassment was still fresh in his mind as he stalked forward. His thick fingers quickly untied the surprisingly unpatterned piece of fabric. There, under the cloth, on top of the box, was a note as there always was. Kugo’s anger was cooled by confusion when he saw it, however. The paper was a plain yellow post-it note. Instead of the painstakingly cute handwriting with the heart dotted “i’s, there was a clearly hasty scrawl.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to annoy you. This will be the last one.”

Kugo frowned, shifting in his seat. Clearly the bento maker had heard about his outburst from yesterday. That was… unfortunate. But perhaps for the best, since he had no way of directly telling them to cease their nonsense. Unconsciously, his hand balled up the handkerchief and as he had been doing for a while, he scented it.

The cloth had a slight smell of salt to it. Tears, Kugo realized uncomfortably. The smell of tears slightly diluted the normal soothing smell of whoever had carefully packaged these bentos. He had little appetite as he looked over what was there. Tempura. Salmon. Vegetables. A large portion of tamagoyaki. But the part that caused an uncomfortable weight to settle in his chest was the little red box, filled with slightly clumsy, clearly homemade chocolates. Kugo closed his eyes, sighing as he set the box to the side to wait for lunch. This was good. This was what he wanted, to be left alone instead of some kind hearted omega taking pity on him. He had lived a long time without homemade bentos and little notes. He certainly didn’t want the small offering of chocolates. When lunchtime came, he certainly didn’t linger over the food longer than usual, savoring each bite. He tried to tell himself that this was for the best. That this was what he wanted. He refused to think about why he tucked the handkerchief and the box of chocolates into his desk drawer instead of leaving them in the break room as usual.

The next day as Kugo opened his office door, he looked toward his desk out of habit; searching for the lunch that had been left. His chest gave an uncomfortable lurch when he found the desk was bare. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This was fine. This was what he wanted. The sooner he forgot about all this nonsense, the sooner things would return to normal. He settled into his chair and began sifting through the paperwork he had to deal with. No better way to take his mind off his troubling thoughts and distract the whine of his inner alpha. He was certain. Things would be back to normal soon.

Two weeks later, Kugo listlessly picked at the limp lettuce of the poor excuse of a salad that he had picked up at a convenience store. He sighed, putting the lid back on the barely touched meal resolving to throw it away when he next passed a garbage can. He didn’t like to admit it, but he missed the carefully planned meals. Wondering what cute surprise was going to be next. It was nice that someone thought he might enjoy seeing animal shaped onigiri and cheesecake flavored kit kats. His alpha whimpered when he thought about the contented omega scent that gently perfumed every handkerchief, except the last. But just as the note had said, he had received nothing since that last bento. His thoughts remained gloomy as he entered the agency, quickly making his way into his office, locking the door behind him. He knew better than to hope as he looked towards his desk. Bare, once again. Sighing heavily, he slumped into his chair. He gently pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Carefully nestled into it was the cleaned, empty bento box from the last meal, the small box of dwindling homemade chocolates, and that last precious handkerchief.

Kugo carefully removed the handkerchief. He brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. Stabbing pain shot through him as he realized the scent was barely there anymore. The faint scent of tears almost completely overpowering the last lingering trace of distressed omega. His hands clutched the fabric tightly, squeezing until he realized the stress he was putting on the fabric. He quickly placed it on the desk and tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles. After a minute of fussing, he gently refolded it and placed it back in the drawer. Kugo stared at the contents, unblinking before slowly sliding the drawer closed. It was almost gone. Everything was almost gone. And he didn’t know how to get it back.

With a low growl, Kugo pushed himself up. Today was a rare day where he hoped for trouble on his patrol. A fight would certainly take his mind off things, and just maybe calm the whining alpha that echoed throughout his entire being.

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He really needed to be careful what he wished for. Kugo winced as he limped toward the support lab. He had gotten a fight alright. He had gotten three fights, a twisted ankle, and a once again smashed communication headset. It wasn’t his fault that he had gotten thrown backwards into a rather solid concrete wall. Y/N was going to kill him.

Kugo pushed the lab door open, stepping inside. His forehead creased in worry. The lab felt off. Wrong in a way he couldn’t immediately place a finger finger on. Well, he’d have to think about it later, he decided as he made his way to where you were sitting. You were at your workbench, tapping your pen on the table and staring at nothing when he settled down on the stool next to you. You glanced over as Kugo sat down, did a double take and let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sakamata! What happened to you?”

The large man shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “The usual. Villain didn’t behave exactly how I thought, and I paid for not being vigilant enough. Nothing too bad. Twisted ankle and roughed up a little. Unfortunately though…”

Sheepishly as a scolded schoolboy, Kugo pulled the shattered remains of his latest communicator out of his pocket and placed them on the workbench.

“Kugo!”

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved the times when you got worked up enough to call him by his first name. He watched as you gingerly sifted through the sad shattered remains.

“What did you do, hit it with a rock?!”

“Concrete wall, actually.”

You stilled before turning to look at Kugo, sharp and suspicious. “And I assume you were wearing it at the time?”

Kugo had the decency to look embarrassed as he nodded. Suddenly he was being fussed over, gentle hands touching his face and turning his head this way and that. An exclamation and curse left you when you found a large, sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of Kugo’s head.

“You! You Alpha!” You huffed as you started digging through the pockets of your lab coat. Kugo got a brief glimpse of colored fabric before the handkerchief was softly dabbing at his wound. Kugo hissed, only half listening as the scolding continued about how knot headed alphas needed to learn to go to the medical ward first before worrying about stupid replacable tech. He was brought back to the present when a hand, so much smaller than his own, grabbed his hand. You easily maneuvered him so that Kugo was now firmly holding the handkerchief over the cut. You hummed, satisfied for now.

“Now Sakamata, please hold that there until you can get medical to look at it. Doubt a hard headed man like you has a concussion, but might need stitches. I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t worry about the headset. I should be able to get a new one to you before my replacement takes over. And if not, I’ll be leaving some blueprints behind anyway.”

What?

“Replacement?”

You stilled, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just… I never found the right time to tell you.” You fidgeted, rubbing your thumb over your knuckles. “I’m going to be going to America soon. I’ve gotten a good offer to work with a few heroes over there that need someone specialized in mutation supports. It would do a lot to boost my career…”

Kugo reached out, grabbing your hand, and stopping your nervous motions. He tried to find words in his stalling brain. “This is really sudden, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He gently shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not scolding you. Just, is everything alright? Is something going on?”

You pulled away, digging your hands into your hair with a sigh. “You know me too well.”

Kugo gave half a smile. “I would hope so. I like to think we’re friends. Is there anything I can do? Are you in trouble in some way?”

You shook your head. “No. No, nothing like that. It’s kind of embarrassing. Just… A courtship that really didn’t turn out well. And I just… I could really use some time away to get my head back on straight. Eagle Pride’s office has mentioned wanting me to go over and collaborate with them for a while, and what better time than now?” Your laugh sounded bitter.

Kugo sat silent and stunned. He hadn’t known you were courting. Being courted? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure of your dynamic. If you weren’t beta, then you certainly hid your scent well. He cleared his throat before speaking hesitantly.

“I certainly won’t stop you if you truly wish to go. It is an excellent opportunity. Might be a step in having your own support company if you wish. And if not, you’re always welcome here, Y/n. You must know that.”

You give a small smile, finally looking him in the eye. His chest tightened when he saw tears there. “I know, Kugo. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’re a good friend for putting up with me.”

“There’s no putting up with. I enjoy your company, always.” Kugo reached out slowly, but you turned away and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. He frowned, placing his hand back in his lap. “And you sure you’re alright, Y/N? No one is threatening you, are they? Someone unsafe taken an interest in you?”

You snorted, “Nothing like that. And people think I’m the dramatic one. No. I just got rejected is all. I miscalculated. Thought they were interested, but they made it very clear they aren’t.”

“Then they’re an idiot.” The words escaped Kugo before he even realized what he was going to say. But it was true, he was sure. You were beautiful, kind, smart. Anyone would be beyond lucky to hold your interest. On the rare days he allowed himself to dream, he often thought he’d love to have someone like you as a mate. Someone who knew him well and cared for him as much as he cared for them. He felt pains in his chest and his eyes widened as realization hit him in the face like a wet mackerel. Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous of whoever it was that y/n had tried to court. And he was angry. Furious that some fool had rejected her. Hurt her. But he was glad she was still here. Yet she was going to leave. Going to leave him here alone. His thoughts swirled and tumbled, and he swayed slightly in his seat. And hand on his shoulder stilled him and he looked up into your concerned eyes.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You really should get to medical. Do you need me to help you?”

“No. No. I can make it down a few hallways, thank you though.”

Kugo stood, and tried to give back the cloth he had been pressing to his head. You pushed it back, gently scolding him. “I said leave it there until someone can look at it. If you insist on returning a silly old rag, you can wash it and give it back later.”

Kugo nodded and mumbled out a goodbye. He had a lot to think about as he slowly made his way to medical. So. He liked you. The more he thought about it, the clearer it seemed to him. He’d liked you for a while. Things were always easy with you. But now, you’re leaving. He couldn’t stop you, and wouldn’t even if he could. You clearly felt like you needed to go.

He was still ruminating on his thoughts as the doctor ushered him to a bed. He was poked and prodded. Kugo managed to mumble out what must have been coherent answers. In the end, he did end up needing a few stitches. And just like that, he found himself fixed up and back in his office. He snorted a laugh at the absurdity. How can a day like this somehow manage to be just another day? Kugo sat in his chair and twisted the cloth in his hands absently. He brought it to his nose and sniffed out of habit. Oh course, the scent of his own blood was the most dominant. But underneath that was the usual calming scent of omega. His shoulders relaxed as the tension ran out of him. He pulled that cloth away, idly looking at the pattern. It was cute. Floral. Reminded him of the cloth that the first bento had been…

Wait.

Wait.

He hastily brought the handkerchief to his nose again. There was no mistaking it. He knew that smell. He had missed that smell for weeks. It was faint. But it absolutely was there. Omega, soft and sweet. Not any omega. His omega. His bento maker. His y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n who had seen him toss her courting gift in the trash, who thought he had completely rejected her, and who was moving to America.

Kugo was on his feet in an instant. He’d never made the trip to the support lab that quickly before. You jumped when the door flew open, hitting so harshly that the doorknob dented the wall.

“Sakamata! What?”

He dropped to his knees before you, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his head pressing against your stomach.

“Kugo?” You asked softly, hesitantly stroking along his fin. “Kugo, what’s wrong?”

“You’re the best thing life has ever given me. Please don’t leave. Please.”

You made a soft, wounded sound. You kneeled slowly, and took his face in your hands. Kugo leaned into your touch like a man who had been starved of affection his whole life. You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Kugo, I’m going to need you to speak plainly, so I’m sure I don’t misunderstand. What’s going on?”

His large hands came up, taking both your hands in his.

“I’m an idiot.”

You snorted and tilted your head, confused. He met your gaze as he continued.

“I’m an idiot and I love you.”

You inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. He pulled the crumpled, bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket.

“I’m an idiot because I love you and yet I never even noticed that you loved me too. You showed me every day. You knew I like eggs just as much as fish. You cared enough to make them cute. You gave me extra sweets on days when I was working a double shift. I loved every bento you made me. I have every note saved. And I might be an idiot, but I’d be an even bigger idiot if I let you go without saying something. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I love you and please don’t go.”

“Kugo.” You smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I already promised I’d go.”

Kugo inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“But,” you used your hands to lift his chin. His gaze snapped back to yours. “It’s just for six months. Six months, and then I’ll be right back here. With you.”

“With me?”

“Mmhmm.” You gave his nose a quick peck. “Always. You’re the best man I know. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world for me.”

Kugo groaned and pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. From here, although it was very faint, he could smell your soothing scent. “You can’t say things like that and then tell me I can’t have you here for six months!”

You chuckled as you hugged him close. “Well, we have two weeks before I leave. We have a little time. And once I’m back? We’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Even that won’t be enough time to spend with you.”

“Dork.”

He hummed his agreement. “But it’s true. Eternity would be enough time to spend with you.” Before you could protest, he pulled you in for a gentle, but determined kiss.

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Two Weeks- Alpha Gang Orca x Omega f!reader

Hello everyone! Was in an odd mood, so I wrote this little drabble epilogue for A Matter of Admiration. While this short could be read as a stand alone, it will absolutely make a lot more sense if you read the main story first.

Content warning- Omegaverse, fluff, minorly suggestive

Kugo impatiently tapped his fingers on his desk. It was approaching midnight as he stared at the clock on his computer screen. Each second seemed like five as he waited for the minutes to tick by. This had become a usual habit of his in the last few months. At least three times a week he could be found here at this time doing exactly the same thing. It used to be every day, until you had realized what he was doing. A scolding he probably would have ignored, but he felt like he was going to die the week you wouldn’t accept his calls. It hadn’t been any comfort to see you looked in as bad of shape as he did after that week.

Three minutes after midnight the videocall request notification lit up his screen. It’s a wonder Kugo didn’t break the mouse with how fast and forcefully he clicked accept. Your smiling face lit up his screen and his heart.

“Hello Handsome. Miss me?”

“Every second.” He murmured.

Your smile softened. “Miss you too. Promise you’re actually getting sleep though?”

“I am. Wish you were here though. Hate this time difference.”

“Me too, love. Me too. It’s only for a few more weeks though.”

“And then you’re home and never leaving my sight again.”

You chuckled. “I think that would make patrols rather difficult, beloved.”

He smiled at you, leaning his head on his hand as the tension of the day drained from his shoulders. “We’d figure something out. I’m sure you could come up with something.”

“I absolutely could. But I don’t think tactical baby harness would be a good look on you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. The public might find it charming. Soften my image.”

You laughed. “As if you’d let me anywhere close to the action.”

Kugo hummed and nodded as he contemplated. “This is true. Guess I’ll just have to retire from hero work and become your lab assistant.”

“You’d burn down my lab in an hour.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to become your sugar baby.”

You cackled. “Oh. My. God. You did not just say that. You absolutely did not say that.”

“What’s the matter? Don’t want to buy your sugar baby pretty things?”

You wheezed. “That’s it. I’m hanging up.”

He nodded, making an exaggerated sad face. “Parental abandonment. No wonder I resorted to becoming a sugar baby.”

You were gasping with laughter. “Stop!”

He grinned as he watched you. He loved when you laughed, memorizing the way your mouth open and the crinkles by your eyes. You calmed, wiping the tears of laughter away. You attempted and didn’t quite succeed in trying to look stern.

“You’re not allowed to use the phrase ‘sugar baby’ ever again.”

“No promises.”

You shake your head, leaning back in your chair, your spine popping in protest. “Fearsome Gang Orca, everyone thinks. So stern and serious and strict. Always intimidating. What a crock.”

“Disappointed?”

You smile softly. “Never. Love you, Alpha.”

It had been months, and it still filled his stomach with butterflies every time he heard it.

“Love you too, omega. You taking care of yourself? Have you eaten yet?”

You shook your head. “Taking care as much as the job allows, but haven’t eaten yet. Give me a sec and I’ll grab it.”

Kugo watched his screen as you stood and made your way across the lab you were in. He wished he could reach through the screen and touch, and smell, and bite. Your form was perfect. You were perfect. You were perfect and his. And you were over ten thousand kilometers away. He growled low in the back of his throat.

You smirked as you settled yourself back into your seat. “Behave, Alpha.”

He cleared his throat, flushing. He hadn’t even realized he was making noise. Kugo brought his attention fully back to you, a gentle smile spreading across his face when he saw what you held.

“I miss those almost as much as I miss you.”

“Wish I still could get them to you somehow. But I don’t think a bento would survive that long of a trip. And I know you. You’d eat it anyway and make yourself sick.”

“Well, couldn’t let your hard work go to waste.”

You shook your head. “You’re at least eating though? Promise?”

“I am, promise. Even if nothing is half as good as what you make.”

The conversation continued on, Kugo mostly talking as you ate. He told you about how things were at the agency, making you laugh at stories about the trouble the new interns had gotten themselves into. In no time at all, an hour had flown by. The clock chiming if your lab interrupted your chatter about the latest gadget you had been tinkering with. You frowned and sighed. “Guess I need to get back to the grind.”

“I wish you didn’t.” Kugo murmured.

“I know. But just two more weeks now.”

“Two more weeks. Feels like forever.”

“I know.” You smiled sadly. “But it will be over quicker than you think. Unless I take Jim up on his offer to renew my contract of course.”

Kugo growled loudly and you laughed. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“You don’t need to worry. It’s been fun and I’ve learned a lot, but your agency has certain benefits nowhere else can match. Such as the handsomest Alpha in the world.”

Said alpha gave a pleased rumble. Kugo caressed the side of his screen, wishing he could touch you instead. “Just two weeks.”

“Two weeks.”

“You’ll be lucky if I don’t just mate you at the airport.”

“I wouldn’t mind, if I didn’t think it would tank your hero ratings. Actually nevermind, I would mind. Your rank would go up because people would be ogling my handsome Alpha.”

Kugo chuckled. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting too good a view of my pretty omega, either.”

The two of you smiled, just drinking each other in for a few moments longer.

“Do have to go now,” you sighed.

“Go do brilliant work like you always do.”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks.”

[foxy-little-omega]

Wip snippet!!!!

A!Dabi x O!reader x O!Shiggy!!!

“What’s wrong with them? They haven’t come out in almost a week, and their heat isn’t for at least another two.” Shigaraki hissed to Dabi, the two of them standing in the hall and staring at the door to your room. The three of you had been courting for a while now, and it was highly unusual for you to do anything like this, you were normally hanging around either of them at any given time, both if nobody was on a mission. The first day they hadn’t seen you they’d just assumed you were sick, your scent that came under the door was still sweet, but on the third day you’d put something under the door to block it, and then they’d really started to panic. What if something happened? There’d be no way for them to tell! Still, Dabi and Shigaraki left you alone, but then three days turned to four, to five, to six, and they were at their wits ends by now, sweating and biting their nails outside your room.

“We should just go in! Y/n is our mate, we have every right to check in on them if theyre worrying us like this!” Shigaraki finally hissed, taking a step forward and resting his hand on the doorknob, Dabi right behind him and breathing down his neck.

You were sleeping, all curled into a ball and swamped with blankets and pillows, one of them was actually theirs, and it would have been cute, if it weren’t for your face being contorted into a frown. Your scent twisted around the room and Shigaraki let out an uncomfortable growl, it wasn’t sour, but their was something so off about it, it made the hair on the back of his neck rise.

“What the fuck is wrong with them?” Dabi hissed in his ear, and the omega couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp. Fuck.

“Huh…?” Your eyes peeked up over the blanket, the colour greyed out and dull compared to the way they usually shone.

“We came to check on you.” Dabi replied, slowly coming over to perch on the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Shigaraki was less subtle, his scent pumping out in anxious waves as he sat as close to you as he dared.

“Just a migraine, it’s not a big deal.” You managed a smile, but it faded when the two exchange a look. Shigaraki got the worst migraines when they’d first started courting, and it had ended with him almost dying because they were a sign he wasn’t getting enough from his mate. Did you already feel that strongly about them? Or were they taking too long?

“You should’ve come to get us… it’s been almost a week.” Dabi frowned, reaching out to check if you had a fever. He smiled when you nuzzled into the touch, and relief surged through him when your temperature felt normal, slightly clammy if anything.

“I’m sorry… I guess I lost track of time?” You were so cute like this, Shigaraki couldn’t stop himself from launching at you, nearly covering your whole body with his.

“Have you eaten?” Apparently Dabi would have to take the lead, Shigaraki didn’t seem capable of anything except cuddling you for now, and you needed to be taken care of.

“Uh…” You couldn’t remember, the last few days were just such a blur.

“Alright, I’ll go grab us some food.”

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ngl I do spend a lot of time thinking about alpha!dabi coddling and cooing over his omega while his knot keeps her trapped to him

YEAHHHHHH i'm thinking that at the end of his rut when he and his omega are both just spent from the whole week of going at it nonstop they end their last session in the softest, most lovey-dovey cockwarming session. it's the only time dabi will actually say that he loves you. the dirty talk about breeding you turns into "you're gunna be a great parent, ya know? i love you so much" and he's just rubbing your belly and hasnbananamamnansndbdbdn

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Jealousy

I got tired of the randomiser being a total Tamaki / Taishiro simp, so for now, I just sort of picked a character to write for? I dunno, this is what we’ve got. Anyways, another old request, but a fun one! Writing for Dabi is something I don’t do a lot but something I do enjoy doing on the odd occasion. Funnily enough, I was once told by a fellow fanfic writer that I don’t write Dabi’s character well…so now I write for him, because why the fuck not. I have fun, that’s important.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the scenario and feel free to let me know what you think!

Oh yeah…uh, don’t read this if you don’t enjoy derogative dirty talk.

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A/B/O Hawks headcanons?

I'm GLAD you asked!!

Alpha. Hawks is so alpha. He adores when his darling omega takes care of him, preens him, gets possessive over him; but at the end of the day, his job is to protect what's his. And he takes his job very, very seriously.

He buys you jewelry; lots of jewely. Pretty, sparkling jewery he can scent and have you wear. He takes delight in decorating his omega, his very own possession, with ornaments of his choosing. He thinks you're so pretty.

Loves playful chasing. It satisfies an instinct he'd rather not question the roots of. The euphoric feeling he gets when he catches you, tackles you and grips you in his tight, saccharine embrace; the squeaks you let out, your laughter laced with indignant screams as he peppers kisses on your face? It boils his blood, makes his heart flutter out of his chest.

In the same vein: PLAY WRESTLING! He indulges you in little play fights, letting you chew on him to your heart's desire. He'll let you think you're in charge. You'll never be nearly as strong as him, so he's extra careful to limit himself, like a rottweiler gently toying with a pup that innocently overestimates its own strength.

This man is a caretaker and a provider at heart. He takes care of things on his own (you'll have to convince him to slow down sometimes). Make sure to praise him for his efforts! Compliment his nest, call him alpha, remind him how good he takes care of you; it melts him and turns him to mush.

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obamaverse

The president has gone into heat and is leaking hard in the oval office!!!!!

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Alpha satan reacting to omega reader nesting in his room

Ask and you shall receive eventually my dear friend~

Alpha!Satan x Omega!Reader:

Nesting in his room

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🐱- Now, Satan is not the most patient of demons, what with him being the Avatar of Wrath. And with that said, he likes to have his room a certain way for presentation, books where they should be, his desk neatly arranged. He is not a fan of things getting moved without his permission.

🐱- That being said, most of his brothers aren't allowed in his room. Alphas because his room is his territory, and Omegas because he doesn’t want them to try and "tidy" things up. Yes he will growl at them if they even try to enter without his given permission.

🐱- The only one who seems to be given grace from his warning growl and piercing glare, is you, dear human Omega. He allows you to come and go, and borrow books! Provided you ask him for it and let him retrieve it for you. He doesn't seem to mind you being there a bit and quietly enjoys whenever you stop by.

🐱- Now then, on this particular day it seemed that everything was getting on Satan's nerves. His brothers, schooling, the fact the library didn't have the book he wanted to take out. Everything was just a mess! So when he came to his room and saw that a few things were out of place, he was ready to blow a fuse.

🐱- That was, until he saw you. His dear sweet Omega, curled up in a little nest, right in his room. Not only that, but you had borrowed a few of his clothes to add to it, even keeping his pillow close to your head, breathing in his scent that was left on it. He froze, eyes locked on the scene in front of him.

🐱- He was still agitated from the events of the day, but couldn't find it in him to be mad at you, deciding it best to let you nest for the time being. In fact, he couldn't help but feel a little bit flattered that you chose his room of all to make your nest in. … perhaps he should get you a few plusses to add to it? Along with nice soft blankets and pillows?

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Hawks would be such a good alpha.

He'd ensure that every nook and cranny of your instints are fully taken care of and indulged to the fullest.

Miss his scent? Well, it's a good thing he wears the same cologne every day! When he comes home with a teddy bear the size of your whole height and then some, spritzed with his signature scent, he swears he'll cement the look on your face into memory. With one leg crossed over the other, standing in the doorway, he watches you pounce on the thing and bury yourself in the fluff of its weight. Absolutely adorable. He's smitten.

Nesting? He's got feathers for that! He doesn't mind one bit that you steal them. He'd "accidentally" leave them around for you to collect, for you to tuck them away, snug amidst layers of blankets and stuffed animals on your adorned bedsheets. He adores the sight. His darling omega, snuggled up in layers of cotton and plush, clutching scarlet red and surrounded by evidence of him.

By all measures, he's the epitome of alpha, the perfect protector; fierce, warm, dedicated and and fixated on you. He looks at you like you hung the glass of the moon in the sky. He'd cling to you, envelop you in the warmth of his wings.

He'd take good care of you. He'd spoil you.