#Alpha and Omega - closed thread

[emjiroki]

♡ Alpha Yuuta drabble ♡

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Omegaverse dynamics, mentions of rut and breeding, blood, biting, Yuuta being a feral king (and a bit needy ♡)

"Baby, Baby wake up" Yuuta murmured, his voice sleep slurred and heavy as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck.

"Love, it's not even been an hour yet" You groaned, glancing over at your phone charging next to the bed.

"I know I know, I'm sorry it's just... you're so beautiful and your scent I..." his words tappers off into a growling whine as he dragged his hands to your hips to hold you as he thrust his hips against the plush of your ass. His rut was really bad this time.

You relaxed for just a few more minutes, letting him leak and drool against your bare skin before trying to turn to him.

"Don't move" he grunted, holding you in place with one hand against your neck and the other grasping your thigh and holding it up. Breaching your entrance for the fourth time today had him almost crying with relief, the warm wetness sucking him in and squeezing like a vice. It's everything he needed and knew for sure that he would die without it.

You thought he would cum right then and there with how hard he throbbed against the deepest parts inside of you as he bottomed out, a choked groaned spilling across your neck as he moved his hand in favor of his mouth, nipping and sucking against the flesh in an attempt not to bite you again. Bite marks and fingerprints bruises littered your body and you would most definitely be sore after this week is done.

You gasped into the darkened room at the feeling of his canines piercing your skin, a deep rumbling growl gracing your ears as he fucked into your tired but pliant body.

"Y-Yuuta" you whimpered, your hand going back behind you to thread your fingers through his dark hair, your Alpha purring at the feeling.

"I know, can't help myself, taste so good" his reply was muffled as blood bubbled out around his sharp teeth. His pace was near frenzied as he humped against you, apologies and praises escaping with every fervent thrust of his hips as you moaned so sweetly for him.

"Not enough, need to breed you deeper". You didn't have to look into his dark eyes to see that he had dropped completely into his rut headspace, his needy fingers and jaw locked onto your neck was more than enough confirmation as he moved you onto your stomach, his knees caging you in as he pressed you down to the mattress, the prone position getting him as deep as he wanted with a satisfied groan. It's felt as if he was in your guts as you shut your eyes against the onslaught of mind-numbing pleasure buzzing up your spine, completely pinned to the bed and mounted.

"Omega, baby I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me" you whined, wanting more than anything to feel his lips on yours. He pulled his mouth away from your neck, smearing his lips down to press bloody kisses along your shoulders.

"Gonna breed this pretty pussy, she's drooling for me" He growled, the feeling of his knot swelling has you grasping at the sheets. His scent was so musky and feral with rut pheromones that it sent you over the edge, your slick cunt squeezing him so hard as you cried out his name that it milked his orgasm from the bottom of his balls, his voice an almost howling cry of relief as his knot locked and held his cock snug inside you as he painted your welcoming womb a sticky white. He was panting and shaking so hard his arms gave out, his heavy body laying on top of you as he incessantly rubbed his scent across your throat and any bare skin he could reach.

"L-Lets try and get some rest" Yuuta stammered still trying to catch his breath as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close, "before I get worked up again".

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Ranger (Part 3)

Summary: The reader and Dean are in trouble as they come face to face with the person who's been pulling the strings all this time...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of murder/manipulation

A/N: Please enjoy the finale!

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“Stand down!” a voice shouted, holding up a closed fist. “He’s fucking feral!”

Feral? You reached a hand down between your thighs, pulling it back and grateful to find no blood. On the one hand, you were grateful Dean went feral. It was like a shit’s hit the fan reflex in an Alpha. Knots deflated instantly so pairs could escape danger. He would be stronger than five Alpha’s combined. Dean’s hair stood upright on every inch of his body, sense hyper aware of everything right now, searching of a way to protect his omega. 

But going feral meant that in a few hours, Dean’s body would force him to play catch up for going into overdrive and knock him out for a while to recover. You had to find a way out of this and fast.

“Are you fucking…” said a heavy sigh, your head popping out from behind Dean. Your heart skipped when one of the men ripped off his mask. “You fucking mated him? You let this fucker knot and claim you all the way didn’t-”

“Did, did you just come in here to try and kill my mate? My Alpha? My goddamn true mate?” you growled, stepping around Dean but held back by his extended arm. “If anyone takes a step towards him, I’ll kill you myself. I don’t care if you’re my dad or not. Don’t fuck with my mate.”

“He’s your dad?” said Dean, his scent threaded with a sharp twinge of heat, like burning ash, anger pulsing with every heartbeat. 

Your dad, turned his back, shaking his head. “Put on some damn clothes. We aren’t doing this right now.”

“Get these people out of my house and maybe I will,” you shot back. He grumbled but you watched as the others in the room walked out the broken front door, gathering at the far end of the front porch. The two of you dressed quickly, Dean always keeping an eye on you. Your dad grunted when he turned around, eyes narrowed at Dean. “Of course it had to be you, you sniveling little shit.”

“Dad, back off. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“He’s full of shit is what he is,” said Dean, picking you up before he stepped over the back of the couch to avoid the glass. He set you down by his side, careful to make sure you stayed behind him. “You were gonna kill your daughter’s true mate before we could cement it. The only reason I’m not dead right now is because it’d destroy her.”

“Why would you want to kill Dean? You told me he was innocent,” you said, brushing past Dean to join him at his side. He didn’t like that but he was the one in danger right now, not you. “Why?”

“Because you’re The Boss, aren’t you. You’re the one that gave out orders to my team lead for who to kill. Didn’t you?” Your dad stared at Dean, his jaw clenched. “Don’t deny it. I know there was someone above him calling the shots.”

“Listen you little shit,” he said, taking a step closer, resting his hand on his holster. “You don’t get to walk away from my business. You were all supposed to die that day but you lived. I let you live, Winchester, don’t forget that. I told the bureau you were a good kid with shitty luck to lose your whole team. I told them to help you get accepted to be a fucking forest ranger in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I told them I’d watch out for you like the good person I am. I let you go, Dean. I let you think your little conspiracy theories were right. I was going to let you go but you just had to be her mate, didn’t you.”

“Touch her and I’ll-”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he snarled. “That’s my fucking daughter.”

He wiped a hand over his face, breathing deeply as Dean grabbed the back of your sweatpants, holding you close.

“Seeing as how killing you would make my own daughter hunt me down, I’m going to let you live.” Dean scoffed, your dad cocking his head. “Boy, don’t you think for one second if I hadn’t gotten here five minutes sooner you’d be still breathing. I won’t fuck up my own family but yours? I have no problem sending Sam and his little girlfriend a visit or your parents. You fucking work for me again and this time? You’re not hiding behind your team. You’re killing who I say when I say it.”

“No he isn’t.” You took a step forward, Dean’s grip still there. “In case you didn’t realize, those people you just threatened are my pack now. They are as much my family as you are. Dean let go of me.”

“Be careful,” he muttered, reluctantly dropping his hand. You raised your chin and took a few more steps, as close as you dared. He wouldn’t hurt you but you still couldn’t trust him.

“I know you love me, dad. If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be talking right now.” He shifted on his feet, keeping his face blank. “Today was supposed to be my day to spend with him. Today’s supposed to be the best day of my life and you stole that. He’s not a hitman. He’s my fucking soulmate and if you do not stop hurting him right this second, I will call her, call them both, and tell them everything.”

His lips parted as he took in the threat, the way you stood your ground. You honestly weren’t sure what he’d do. Clearly he wasn’t the easy going nice guy you’d always known him as which made your gut churn. But you’d deal with that later. Right now you needed this resolved.

“Well?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Am I calling them or what?”

He raised his hand and did a twirling motion with his finger. The people on the porch shared a look but you watched them retreat off into the woods. Your dad let out a long breath before crossing his arms back at you. “Alright. I will leave your…mate and his pack out of this. Happy?”

“What the fuck is going on?” mumbled Dean behind your back. 

“My dad has two mates. My mom and his true mate he met a few years ago,” you said, turning around for a closet down the hallway. You ripped it open to find a broom and dustpan, happily grabbing them before tossing them at your dad. “Clean up the mess you made.”

“Y/N,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t understand the kind of liability this kid is.”

“Clean. It. Up.” He grumbled but picked up the broom, sweeping the glass into a pile near his feet. “What Dean chooses to do is not your decision to make. You’re going to live with the consequences of your actions. Unless you want me to tell mom what kind of man you are? Tell Sasha who you are before you claim her?”

“You haven’t claimed your true mate?” asked Dean, your dad turning so his back was to your both as he worked. “How the hell did you hold off?”

“Dad always said it wasn’t fair to mom since he loves them both but when he met Sasha, he was strangely against it. Seeing as we both know just how hard it is to not claim a true mate, I’m going to guess it’s something else,” you said, glancing at Dean.

“He’s on Novi-Alpha,” said Dean, shaking his head. “You can’t claim her or you’ll kill her.”

“It’s why you moved out here away from mom for a ‘covert’ job huh? You don’t want your mates near you,” you said.

“Thanks for being such a sympathetic pup to the fact I have cancer,” he said, throwing the broom down. “For the record, miss know it all, I’ve been on Novi-Alpha for a decade. The kind I have is extremely aggressive. If I stay on it, the cancer stays away. Hopefully.”

“Hey,” you snapped back, holding up a finger. “I don’t want you to be sick. I don’t want to know that you’ve been…killing people for hire for who knows how long. I am so angry with you but do not think that means I want you dead.”

“Oh? What if he wants me dead?” asked your dad, nodding towards where Dean stood beside you. “You going to let him do that?”

Yes, I would. He’d forced Dean to be part of a group that relentlessly made him to be part of their hits. Maybe he hadn’t pulled a trigger or taken a life until it was his own team but he’d participated. Helped plan, coordinate. All against his will so his family would stay safe. So yeah. Dean could walk over there and kill him this second and you wouldn’t be more than a little upset. 

But you hid that gut instinct to yourself for the moment.

“This may come as a shock but I don’t like killing people unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Dean bent down, palm wrapping around the broomstick. He held it out to your dad, staring him dead on. “My friend is an oncologist. A good one. He’s the one that was giving me access to Novi-Alpha the past few years while I thought someone was hunting me.”

Dean nodded his chin, looking him up and down.

“It’s better than the basic crap your insurance covers. I could talk to him, see if we could get you on the new stuff. It might actually heal you and you could be with your mates again.”

“Why the fuck would you help me?” he asked. Dean glanced over his shoulder at you, giving him a smirk.

“You have a lot of making up to do with your daughter and your new pack family. We need you alive to do that,” said Dean. Your dad reached for the broom, Dean holding it back. “Why’d you kill in the first place?”

“Why do you think? When I was diagnosed, Novi-Alpha didn’t exist. I was trying to get money fast to pay off the house, pay that one’s student loans, make sure my family was taken care of. They didn’t know it could cure cancer when it first came out so I kept at it.”

“So you went Walter White on the situation,” said Dean, handing over the broom. “Maybe you ought to quit the business while you still have a family willing to take you back.”

Your dad pursed his lips, gaze wandering to you. “Not sure that’s possible anymore.”

“Probably not. But that’s your pup. You have two mates, one you’re overdue to claim. You owe them.” Dean turned, giving you a small smile. “You want to give him a second chance?”

“We’ll see. But first, you need to do something else for me.”

Three Months Later

“Good morning,” said your dad, hopping out of his truck as you sat on the front porch with a cup of coffee. “Surprisingly sunny today, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, Harry,” you said, taking a long sip, eyeing him up and down. “Coffee?”

“No thanks, got some in the truck,” he said, Dean walking out the front door, adjusting his coat. “Dean.”

“Asshole,” said Dean with a smile, tilting his head. Your dad hid his frown well, Dean taking a seat across from you with his thermos. “To what do we owe the pleasure, Harry?”

“I uh, wanted you both to know I’m leaving town. I sat mom and Sasha down last week and…told them the truth about everything.” He kicked the dirt with his boot, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I was always worried about them getting along and now they’re closer than ever with how much they hate me. Guess I got what I wanted.”

“I’d try groveling,” said Dean, slurping up the steaming hot coffee with his best bitch face. “You’re starting to get good at it.”

“Yeah,” he laughed dryly, gaze shooting to you. “I need to go try to salvage something with my Omegas.”

“Sasha will let you back, eventually. She’s hardwired into you. Mom might be a different story, though,” you said. 

“I just wanted you girls to be okay when I was gone,” he said as you sighed. “Sorry. I know. Not an excuse.”

“I know you’re trying but you’re going to be making up for this the rest of your life. So go try with your mates. Dean and I will be fine on our own for awhile,” you said. 

“You still hate me,” he said. 

“Travel safe, Harry,” you said, your dad nodding before heading back for his truck. “I heard the new Novi-Alpha strain you’re on is working better.”

“Are you happy about that?” he asked.

“I’m not unhappy.” Dean reached over to take hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Call once you’ve settled in back home.”

“Take care of her,” he said, Dean humming. With that, he was gone, down the gravel driveway and you could feel Dean relax beside you.

“He won’t do anything,” you said, raising your hand and running it through his brown strands. “S’okay, Alpha.”

“I know. He makes me nervous. S’like my body remembers going feral because of him and will always be on edge.” 

“I doubt he ever moves back here. Mom and Sasha are making him donate every penny he ever made from killing, volunteer, be a blood donor once he gets the all clear from his doctors, therapy, and a whole bunch of other stuff.”

“I like those two,” he chuckled, closing his eyes when you scrunched up your fingers against his scalp. “Oh, you’re making me want to go back to bed, Omega. A nice massage sounds like heaven right about now.”

“You are the sheriff. You can show up late you know,” you said, trailing your finger down the side of his cheek, tickling his jaw.

“Ugh, raincheck. I have a staff meeting at eight I’m supposed to run.” He nuzzled into your touch though, his breathing calm, steady. “Why’d you make your dad call the bureau and tell them to give me a job as a cop?”

“Because you’ll never get to go back to being an agent. Because you deserve to be able to help people how you always wanted to.” He inched closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “You never have to be The Ranger again.”

“I know,” he said, sighing against you. You frowned, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out his phone. He lifted his head when he saw you dial, watching you hold up a finger.

“Hey, Caleb, it’s Sheriff Winchester’s wife. Listen, Dean’s not feeling too great today so he’s calling in sick,” you said, Dean flashing wide eyes at you, trying to steal back the phone but you got up before he could. “Yeah it is too bad, just a touch of flu. Well he’ll be in tomorrow if he’s feeling better, alright? Take care.”

“Omega!” said Dean when you hung up, his hands on your hips as you shrugged with a smirk. “You…you…”

“Yes, sheriff?” you purred, scratching under his chin, scraping over the bonding gland in his neck. He mewled at the sensitive touch, losing the urge to turn into it. “What a good Alpha you are when you relax for me. Hopefully with Harry being gone you’ll relax more. I do love helping you relax.”

“I do like relaxing with you,” he mumbled when you squeezed his hip. “I…I still don’t like it when you call me a good person. It doesn’t feel right when I killed four people and researched how to-”

You pressed a hand to his mouth, Dean staring at you with soft green eyes.

“Think of it this way…you were doing what you had to to protect your pack, just like a good Alpha does. You are not a bad man, Dean Winchester.”

“How do you know that?” he whispered.

“Because I can feel your soul and yours is one of the best.” 

“Oh, Omega,” he said, voice smooth as honey, the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls in the air. “Your soul is my favorite too.”

“Want to finally relax?” you asked, sliding your hand down to his. He laced your fingers together, smiling when he found your face.

“Yeah. I think I finally can after all this time, Omega.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, grinning through it. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Alpha.”

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[inou-ie]

Pairing: Omega Jingliu x Alpha female reader

Warnings: NSFW, reader has a cock, breeding, riding, blowjob, omegaverse.

MDNI

You find yourself lying there, gazing up at the ceiling, your entire body throbbing with aches. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you replay the recent events in your mind, Jingliu riding you all night and pushing you to your limits.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and the cause of your current predicament steps into the room. Jingliu, with a sinister grin adorning her face, draws closer to you, casting an ominous shadow over your thoughts.

"That's enough rest, let's continue..." With authority in her voice, Jingliu disrupts your brief reprieve. She pulls you to sit up before her hand lightly caress your cheek. Yet, her touch leaves an unsettling sensation that sends shivers down your spine. You instinctively avert your gaze, yearning for an escape from her ceaseless demands.

As you took in Jingliu's scent, an immediate reaction overtook your body. The scent of an omega in heat caused a stirring deep within you, igniting a primal desire that could not be contained. Her kneeling in front of you only served to heighten the sensation. Your cock began to stiffen and twitch as she took it into her mouth, her warmth enveloping you like a glove.

"Let's take it slow this time..." you suggested in a soft murmur, your fingers tenderly threading through Jingliu's hair. However, she responds with a piercing glare, curtly dismissing your suggestion. "Don't tell me what to do." she retorts sharply.

You gulped thickly when her tongue swirled around the head, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of your length with each slow, deliberate motion. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth on your hard shaft sent sparks of desire shooting through every nerve ending in your body.

"Oh fuck..." you groaned, gripping her hair tightly as she began to move faster. As much as you want to just pin her down and slam your hips into her face, there's something more exciting to let this insane omega take what she wants from you.

Just as you were about to cum, Jingliu pulled away suddenly. You whimpered in protest, wanting nothing more than to empty yourself into her mouth. But she shook her head and stood up, pushing you gently back onto the bed.

"Not yet," she purred, a wicked glint in her eyes. "I want it all inside my womb." She straddled your hips, taking your cockhead between her dripping wet folds. Slowly, she lowered herself onto your shaft, hissing softly at the incredible fullness that engulfed her. Her walls flexed tightly around you, milking every last drop of precum from your swollen tip.

"Be a good girl and stay still..." As Jingliu took control of the situation, you could only watch in awe as she began to ride your cock with an expertise that left you breathless. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her heat with each downward stroke.

Her omega scent was overwhelming now, filling every corner of your senses. It was like being lost in a haze of desire and need, and it felt incredible.

"I-I'm close..." You whimpered softly as she picked up the speed, moans and gasps escaped from deep within her throat. She threw her head back, revealing her vulnerable neck to you. You couldn't resist the urge any longer - you bit down on her flesh hard, feeling her shudder on top of you. She came undone, her walls pulsing around your cock as hot waves of pleasure crashed over her.

With one final grunt, you felt your seed pulse out of you, filling her womb with your essence. She screamed your name as she came, her walls clamping down on your throbbing cock in a delicious post-orgasmic tightness.

"A-Ah...hah... more... I need more, give me more." Jingliu is still breathing heavily but she's already trying to move again while planting kisses all over your breasts and neck before moving to your lips. She licks your lips before sliding her tongue in eagerly while you held her tightly in your arms before pushing her down the bed this time.

"As you wish..." You chuckled softly before reaching down between her legs, this time rubbing against her clit in time with your thrusts. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she arched her back off the bed, pushing herself further onto your cock. Her hips undulated in a hypnotic rhythm, meeting each one of yours perfectly. She looked up at you, eyes shining with passion, and bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"More! it hurts inside me, I need more... I need you." Jingliu begs and without warning, she tightened her walls around you, drawing out an almost painful moan from deep within your chest. You couldn't help but match her intensity stroke for stroke, feeling the heat build inside both of you. As you neared your climax once more, you pulled out slowly, causing her to let out a keening cry of disappointment. But then you shot your load across her stomach and chest, painting her skin with your seed.

"I told you to let it all out inside me...!" Jingliu grabbed you down, reaching for your cock and guiding it inside her again before wrapping her arms and legs around you tightly, making sure you won't be able to pull out this time.

"So needy..." You muttered under your breath, finally giving in to your desires without holding anything back, Jingliu cried out when you pushed as hard as you can inside her. Hitting her deepest spot in one strong thrust, keeping yourself still to enjoy her walls pulsating around your cock before pulling out just to slam yourself back into her, letting her know who's really in charge here.

Jingliu's heat intensified as you continued to breed her, but it only seemed to fuel her desire for more. She was an omega through and through, with a need that surpassed all others. Her body trembled under your relentless thrusts, begging for release as she kept telling you not to stop.

"Oh yes, that's it! Deeper, claim me fully!" Jingliu cried out once more as her womb gets filled up repeatedly until it was almost bursting at the seams. Her body trembled under your relentless thrusts as she gasped for air between moans of pleasure.

Despite being on the brink of collapsing due to an overwhelming need for oxygen, Jingliu couldn't bring herself to stop begging for more. Every time you plunged deeper into her heat, a wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her unable to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

You couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling every muscle in Jingliu's body tense and release under your powerful strokes. Despite how much your body screamed at you to stop and rest, something inside urged you onward - perhaps it was simply because you were caught up in a primal mating dance that left no room for reason or self-preservation.

"Your scent is driving me wild... I need more of you..." Jingliu mumbled as her body trembled uncontrollably. "Your scent does the same to me..." You can't help but groan while whispering into her ear. The exhaustion is slowly getting to you but your hips kept moving.

As you neared the end of your limit, Jingliu's words were nothing but a pleading moan mixed with her desire for more. She couldn't help it - the heat was too intense, and she needed release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

You could feel yourself losing control as well, every muscle in your body screaming at you to stop while another part of you urged you onward towards completion. It wasn't until you felt like there was nothing left inside of you that you finally let go, filling Jingliu up one last time with everything you had left to give.

"T-That's all I have..." You pant heavily before collapsing on top of Jingliu, your body feeling so hot and sticky from all the breeding while your softening cock slowly slides out of her pussy before it oozes out with large load of your cum.

"Mhmm..." Jingliu moaned softly as she wraps her arms around you, letting you lay your head on her chest. But after a while she gently pushed you to the side, making you lay on your back.

Jingliu's sudden movement caught you off guard, but before you could react she was straddling your hips once again. Her eyes were filled with determination as she looked down at you, and in that moment it felt like she held all the power between the two of you.

"That's enough..." You groaned as you tried to push her off you but she held onto you tightly. As soon as she settled into position, she began to ride your cock up and down with a fierce intensity that matched her own heat. Every time she came back down onto you there was an audible slap against your skin which only served to heighten the sensations coursing through both of your bodies.

Maybe handling an insane omega in heat was too much for you after all, the only thing you can do is lay down, grunt and whimper while she rides you endlessly trying to get some relief from her heat. She kept whispering dirty things into your ear before kissing your mouth deeply as if trying to suck your soul out of you while touching your body all over. When you thought you can't get hard or cum anymore, Jingliu always proves you wrong.

[jayholdenworld]

Okay so, I been sharing ideas about carcar, but I have a lot more, and I need an idea of what to post after I finish the Landoscar fic I have.

So, here you go. A Master List of all my Carcar ideas.

1. Super power AU where those with powers are hunted and killed because they “are dangerous”.

Carlos is a hunter, but he gets powers after a traumatic experience, so he’s scared someone will discover and kill him. And Oscar is a “guardian” (someone who protects those with powers because they have a bunch of abilities).

So, when Carlos discovers Oscar’s safe space while Oscar identifies Carlos has powers they need to learn how to help and trust the other one while they’re protecting their own friends and families in the process.

2. Beta Oscar (actually an Alpha) discovering that his omega mate and partner for life is Carlos and having to deal with the idea of being the only one between them who knows this is happening.

Usually Omegas are the ones with the ability to “find” their alphas, but Oscar was raised by and with Omegas. So, instinctually, he knows how to find his other half. But he pretends he’s a Beta because it’s easier for his career.

While Carlos was raised by Alphas, so he doesn’t understand a lot of his Omega instincts and abilities. This, of course, includes his understanding of his feelings for Oscar.

Featuring Lando having the time of his life after discovering Oscar’s secrets. Carlos having mixed feelings about the Australian due to the closeness he has with his (previous) teammates. And Charles, Logan, Max, and Mark trying to help Oscar.

Of course, this idea includes them sharing heats and ruts because I can.

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3. One version of my Red string of fate AU (the other version can be read here but it’s a Carlandoscar version) with Oscar discovering really young his soulmate is Carlos Sainz Jr. but not saying anything once they actually met.

After Spa 2023 Oscar loses his ability to see their thread, which usually means their destiny together has crumbled into pieces and the universe has decided they should not be together. So he starts to pretend it never happened and he never knew about it.

But, instead of the world deciding they should no longer be together, Carlos gets Oscar’s ability and now he’s the one who is pushing everything to make Oscar look on his direction (His last attempt is Miami and we know what happened there)

For those expecting angst from this one, this idea is not so sad in my mind because it’s like an immediate change. Oscar decides to give Carlos some space so he can move on and Carlos goes obsessed with Oscar because “Oscar and him are soulmates! Lando! Your muppet friend finally found his other half!”

(After Miami both see the thread so they decide to talk about it when they have the time. That’s why after Monaco they are so soft around each other)

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4. Oscar as Alonso’s adopted son who had a crush on Carlos since he was little. He was adopted by the Spaniard after some traumatic experiences for the Australian, so, when Nando finds the kid walking alone in Asturias (and after a lot of legal investigations) he adopts the boy and starts teaching him everything he knows about karts.

And Carlos, how grew up admiring Alonso, meeting the young boy he adopted and having the same crush but being too scared of Fernando to even think about making a move.

Carlos, of course, is Oscar’s first everything (friend, crush, loml, rival, sports enemy, frenemy, situationship, fwb, and so on), so Oscar is always scare they are not going to work. While Carlos is having constant meltdowns because he wants Oscar so much it scares him.

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5. Hidden relationship, where they accidentally got married in Las Vegas after 2023 race and now they need to keep it in secret until they find the way to get an annulment.

When I say “secret relationship “ it’s their marriage. Before that they were in a… mess, because it was not even a situationship, but too much drinks and now they’re married.

I don’t do comedy, but this is basically, everything that could go wrong, goes horribly wrong.

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6. Oscar being Mark and Fernando’s daughter (she transitioned from male to female) and was adopted by the Piastri family a year after she was born. +20 years later, she’s a motoGP driver instead of a F1 driver.

She, of course, is still Logan’s friend (and sister thanks to Jenson, but that is another can of worms, part of the fic drama), so she goes to a F1 race after having a bad incident with Marc Marquez and Carlos is like “Marc could have won and she is the one to blame.”

Then Carlos crashes with Logan and Oscar is mad because “this was Logan’s race, everything in this sport is so unfair.”

So, when they met both are mad with the other (yes, it’s Spa, but with different flavor). They don’t fight because they’re not in the same sport, but “fuck him/her. They are so bad they should retire.”

(Cut this to both being drunk in the same bar by accident and having a one night stand both “regret” and praying to never met the other again. Just for them to meet time and time again because Fernando is a little shit and enjoys the drama they do each time they are together.

Of course, he doesn’t know Carlos is “doing” a lot of things to his sweet baby daughter every time they are alone. But Logan swore he would never say anything).

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7. 2021 Prema Oscar ends up playing “Marry, Kiss, Kill” with his teammates during and he picks Carlos, Charles and Seb as his options for the game. (They’re playing with Ferrari drivers only)

Carlos heard him and it’s been hanging over their heads the fact that Oscar jokingly (but also seriously) said he would pick Carlos, but Carlos never heard for what because he had a meeting so he needed to leave.

(This was based on the lyric of “so high school” from TS, where she says that she bets on all three for her and her lover. And Carcar definitely gives me those vibes)

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8. Prema Oscar meeting Carlos in 2021 and getting to date him. They keep their relationship hidden during 2022, but it’s harder for them to ignore each other once they’re together in formula one. So they decide to “beef” with each other to keep the other close without anyone noticing it.

The only ones who know about them are Charles, Logan and Fernando. Charles because Carlos is his teammate and it’s his fault (and Arthur’s) that they met. Logan because he’s Oscar’s best friend and knows him more than anybody else. And Fernando because him and Mark are like Oscar’s grid parents, and he knows Carlos too well, so he knew something was up (it’s not because he found them making out after Oscar revealed his contract with McLaren. Not at all.)

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9. Chatfic with Nico R. as Oscar’s adoptive brother (but more like a father figure) and Lewis as the “fun brother” (also Oscar’s father figure). And both of them panicking after Oscar starts to get the attention from different drivers.

Brocedes fixing their shit because they can hate each other, try to kill each other, but they will never allow their (son) sibling to be in a relationship with another driver. They know how messy that goes.

(Of course, Carcar is the endgame ship here)

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10. Modern Royal Prince! Oscar and just some guy Carlos. Carlos is just some guy how knocked up Prince Oscar (they were already together) so now he needs to show everyone he’s worth of being Oscar’s future husband.

(Carlos knew Oscar was a Prince but he thought it was a joke. That’s why he’s not mad with Oscar but with himself)

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11. Past lives AU. (Thanks to @carcarpodium)

Oscar and Carlos, always different lives, always different people. They are not lovers, never were. But they always cross paths somehow and Oscar is the only one how knows they do. He can feel Carlos’ presence when they are about to meet, so Oscar always know when he is back into his life.

People would call them soulmates. Oscar prefers to say they’re two dudes bumping into each other’s lives once per life. Of course, he doesn’t want to call what they don’t have like that.

Because Oscar always feeling when Carlos dies, he’s always at the scene, but never able to save him. Not even driving as fast as a plane can Oscar save Carlos. And he’s there, and he is always the first one to know, and how can he act like nothing if his heart is broken every time he sees Carlos die and someone dear to Oscar crying for him?

This life is no different, Oscar can feel him, all his emotions and thoughts are there for Oscar, but instead of letting him go, he decides to change things.

Oscar learns how to make Carlos feel better (using Lando or Charles at the start, because they’re not friends, but Oscar wants to make Carlos feel better all the time), and then Miami happens, and Oscar can feel Carlos wants to apologize but they’re not friends, so he doesn’t know how. So, Oscar is the one who does the first move.

This idea includes Senior mentoring Oscar so he understands this “power” and how to use it to protect Carlos.

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12. Carcar fluffy wedding AU. (This idea came to me thanks to @drsbutmakeitspicy )

Oscar asking the whole Sainz family for their blessing so he can propose Carlos first, because he knows Carlos will do it in a big fancy restaurant and will get down on his knee in the middle of it, capturing everyone’s attention. And he wants something private, only for them.

Then, after Oscar has their blessings, they have a family reunion with both families in the Sainz family’s farm and Carlos is unaware of what is going to happen because Hattie keeps showing him photos of baby Oscar.

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13. Carcar reading Carcar fics (I made two posts about this idea, so you can read more here and here.)

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14. Body swap Carcar (this was a collaborate idea with @drsbutmakeitspicy too)

Carlos and Oscar are rivals but are also in a situationship after Spa 2023. But the swap doesn’t happen until after Miami and they have 1 week before the next race (Imola).

While they are trying to change back both start exploring their new bodies and lives, trying to find something to use against the other. Because they can be a lot of things, but are rivals hungry for a win first and lovers/FwB/situationship second.

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15. Fem Singer!Oscar and Driver Carlos.

Oscar was a karting driver and got into England following that dream, but has an accident during a kart race and due to the injuries she cannot drive again.

In the middle of her pain she starts to play music, someone records her and she becomes popular really quick. So she decides to follow this new passion.

She invites Logan to one of her concerts and he brings Alex, who brings Lando and George, and Lando brings Carlos. And when they meet it’s like there was so much magnetism in the air. But then they say something that makes the other mad and they fight.

But destiny keeps bringing them together.

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16. Greek God! Oscar and Demigod Carlos forced marriage. (Have a longer post about this one, you can read it here.)

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17. Sad Mpreg One-Night-Stand Carcar

They had a one night stand and Carlos left before Oscar woke up. And when Oscar tried to talk to him Carlos acted like nothing happened between them, so Oscar goes away.

Then, Oscar feels sick during one of Logan’s visits when there’s no Indy race and they go to the doctor. They discover Oscar is pregnant and Logan has to promise he will not say anything to Carlos until Oscar is ready (if he ever is)

Then, during the Spanish GP (yes, it’s intentionally there) Oscar loses control of his car and has a bad crash. They take him to the hospital but some hours later the Australian is dead.

After the funeral Logan has a meltdown because he hears Carlos saying something to Lando about Oscar. He’s so mad with the Spaniard. His anger is not related to his lost seat or anything related jealousy. It’s related to his friend, his brother, his everything but lover. This is about Oscar’s sadness and heartbreak. About the nephew or niece Logan will never meet.

(This one has a good ending, believe me)

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18. Carlos as webbonso’s kid, being jealous of his father’s new favorite kid, Oscar.

Carlos was always closer to Nano, it was part of him and his favoritism for Spain. But, when Mark brought Oscar to the house, Carlos lost it. Why this kid was trying to take his father away from him!?

Meanwhile, Oscar is panicking, because “what do you mean the handsome guy I met years ago in Australia, who (by the way) was my bi awakening, is my boss’ son?!”

Featuring Logan as the worst best friend “So, instead of taking Mark’s offering of becoming his son, you can marry his son and become his son-in-law. Foolproof plan”

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I have more, but for now this are the ones shared. When the right time comes, I’ll do a poll to see which fic you want to read first.

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Emerald Hallow Chapter 2

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

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Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve called her the next day.  Twelve hours was surely enough time.  He also felt like he was going to combust if he didn’t hear her voice again.  He was worried about how badly he wanted her, knowing that this kind of connection was something that wasn’t common.  His self control was hanging on by a thread, and with their date coming up at the end of the week he was trying his best to not think about it too much, or fixate on the way her emerald hair shone on stage, or the black lipstick that slightly stained his beard, the feel of her on his lap…

“Jesus, punk, I need to meet this girl.  If she’s got you all wound up like this,” Bucky laughed watching Steve pace back and forth from his closet, dropping clothes onto his bed, trying to figure out what to wear.  Steve growled at the mention of Bucky, a natural born Alpha, even coming close to Y/N.  Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve’s challenge.  “Chill, man.  Not trying to come for her, just saying she sounds like quite the Omega if she’s got you of all people acting up.”

Steve’s glare relaxed on his face as he tried to breath through the anxiety in his body.  “I’m sorry, Buck.  I know, I’m trying to just…” he sat down on the small free space on his bed.  “I’ve never felt this before.  I don’t know how to handle it.  I’ve never felt so…out of control before.”  Bucky nodded, his eyes downcast.  “Have you?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Besides being the Winter Soldier, no, my Alpha has never taken over,” Bucky said, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed.  “Maybe gotten the better of me here and there, but never anything like you’re describing.”

Steve sighed heavily as the jittery feeling ebbed and flowed through what felt like his very cells.  His body knew it was going to be around Y/N again in a few hours, and his Alpha hormones were thrumming, making his blood race and heartbeat rate spike periodically.  “I’m afraid that the second I see her, let alone smell her, that I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

Bucky reached out over the pile of clothes and gripped Steve’s shoulder.  “You won’t.  If I’ve ever seen someone who is the ultimate gentleman, it’s you.  You won’t hurt her.  You won’t take advantage of her.  I know you won’t,” he reassured him, squeezing his shoulder before dropping his hand.  He pulled out a shirt and pants from the pile and held it out to him.  “Wear this.”

Steve grabbed the clothes from him and studied them, finally nodding as he stood to go change.  “Thanks…jerk.”

Bucky scoffed.  “Yeah, whatever.  Just think of Hydra any time you get too excited.”

A few hours later Steve stood waiting outside a themed restaurant that he thought she would like.  After seeing glimpses of the tattoos that were on her arms, and judging based on her hair and style that night at the jazz club, she was a Halloween enthusiast, and this place was a witchy, spooky themed restaurant with fancy cocktails and food.  Halloween was only a few days away, and he wanted to show her that he was paying attention and impress her.

He smelled her before he saw her, her scent whipping his face with the Autumn wind.  It nearly knocked him off balance, his hormones humming and buzzing as he turned towards her.  Y/N was wearing a large, rust orange overcoat with a knee length, pear-colored pinafore dress peeking out from underneath.  Her emerald hair complimented the colors well, now worn in a much more modern wavy curl style.  Her lips were natural this time, and he felt his own lips itch at wanting to grab her face and kiss her.  As she walked he could see her legs were covered with black sheer tights and tattoos that were haphazardly scattered across her thick calves.  She wore chunky Doc Martens and thick socks against the cold.  She gave him a brilliant smile as she approached.  Steve was physically holding himself back, biting his lower lip and his fingers on one hand pinching the other hand to keep his hands to himself.  

“Hey handsome,” Y/N greeted him, her signature smirk making his knees feel weak.

“Hi,” Steve said gruffly, looking her over hungrily.  “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled widely.  “You’re insanely hot, as usual.”

Steve laughed loudly, the humor helping to lessen his anxiety.  “Insanely hot?  Wow, high praise.  I need to work on my compliments.”

“You say a lot with those pretty eyes of yours,” Y/N said cheekily.  Steve’s breath stuttered as she gazed up at him.  “You smell…delectable,” she sighed, giving him a dreamy look.  She reached out and swiped his coat, her fingers sliding over the knitted sweater he was wearing.  “And you look incredible in green, has anyone ever told you that?  It brings out the little bit of green in your eyes.”  Steve blushed deeply at her consistent compliments.  “Or…did you wear green because of me?” she stepped toward him, the heat of her body making her scent roll off her in waves.  “You wanted to match me, didn’t you?”  Steve couldn’t even try to save his pride as he nodded, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed harshly.  “You like my green hair?” she teased him, her long nails scratching through his sweater, making goosebumps erupt across his chest.  

“I like everything about you,” Steve whispered, his hand reaching for her hand on his chest and bringing it up to his face, kissing her open palm reverently.  This made the smirk on her face fall, her eyes widening slightly as she watched him.  “I have to be honest, I’m a very controlled man, but ever since that night I've been struggling to keep my composure with you.  So as much as I love this flirty back and forth, tread carefully, Omega,” he used her classification as a warning, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

Y/N blinked, his words seeming to strike her quiet momentarily.  Then her smirk slowly returned, her eyes looking playful.  “Yes, Alpha,” she said slowly.  Steve’s eyes rolled and his grip on her hand tightened.  She giggled and then turned to the restaurant.  “I’m starving,” she announced and walked away from him, pulling her hand out of his grasp.  Steve blew out a rough puff of air and followed her inside.

They got to know each other better during dinner, Y/N enjoying the cocktails as she explained a lot of the decor inside the restaurant to Steve, who wasn’t well versed in horror movies or Halloween in general.  They were sitting in a booth, and as the night drew on they moved from opposite ends to sitting next to each other.  Steve’s arm was behind her shoulders, his body angled toward her as she told him another story about her time singing at the jazz club.

“Usually it’s nothing but fun, but every once in a while there’s some drunk, self-obsessed Alpha that just can’t seem to understand the word ‘no,’” she said offhandedly, taking another sip of her third cocktail.

Steve squirmed in his seat, unhappy with this piece of information.  “Really?”

Y/N nodded, setting the cocktail down and adjusting her dress that had risen up her thighs.  “Such an ass.  Like let me sing the damn song, dude.”

“Is he there often?” Steve asked, looking down at her thighs, his free hand tightening into a fist.  Y/N nodded as she took a bite of the dessert he ordered.  “Why don’t they ban him?”

She scoffed, her eyes rolling dramatically.  “He’s the manager’s brother.  Doesn’t matter how many complaints there have been, he doesn’t take me seriously.  I’m just the ‘talent,’” she said, her fingers tightening around the fork in her hand. 

Steve bristled, his anger bubbling deep in his belly.  His jaw ticked as he tried to calm himself.  “When do you sing next?”

Y/N gave him a suspicious look.  “Tomorrow night, why?”

“I’d just like to come see you sing again,” Steve said unconvincingly, his arm behind her wrapping around her more firmly.  Her eyes narrowed at him but she merely smiled as she stabbed another piece of the dessert with her fork and then held it up to his lips.  Steve smiled at her offering and opened his mouth, letting her feed him.  Something about that action made the Alpha in him hum with satisfaction as he ate.

“Oh, you got a little…” Y/N pointed towards his mouth.  Steve tried licking his lips, but she shook her head.  “It’s just…here,” she lifted her fingers to his lips, her thumb wiping a piece of chocolate off the side of his mouth.  She pulled her hand away but Steve moved forward quickly and bit her thumb softly, sucking the chocolate off.  Her eyes widened and she sucked in a short gasp.  He watched her as he licked her thumb then released it, their faces much closer together now than before.  He took his chance and leaned forward, his nose nuzzling hers.

Y/N smiled, her eyes fluttering as she breathed him in.  She angled her head as her body shifted to face him, then dragged her lips from his cheek down to his neck.  Steve froze, afraid that if he moved he’d take her on the table right there and then.  She nuzzled his neck gently, then he felt her tongue lick his scent gland.  His hands turned to fists as she sucked softly on his skin, his scent strengthening as she scented him.  People at the tables around them shifted uncomfortably as his pheromones reverberated across the restaurant.

“Y/N,” Steve whimpered.  “Please…”

She pulled away, licking her lips and her hand squeezing his knee.  “Your place or mine, handsome?”

A deep growl rumbled in his chest and he threw a few bills on the table before taking her hand and ripping her out of the booth.  Y/N quickly grabbed her coat and laughed as he pulled her out of the restaurant.  He led her to his car and helped her in before slamming the door and winding over to his side, sliding in and peeling out of the parking spot and towards his apartment.  The whole way he kept a hand on her thigh, squeezing firmly, trying to ground himself.  His hormones were going haywire, making her own scent get stronger.  As her desire grew her scent became spicier, making his eyes and mouth water, his grip on the steering wheel warping the leather.  When they finally reached his apartment he helped her out and pulled her inside.  Once the door was closed behind her he caged her against the it with his arms.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Steve breathed heavily, his eyes hungrily looking her over, watching her chest rise and fall.  “If we do this, I won’t be able to stop myself.  I’m surprised I’ve made it this far.  If you let me have you, I won’t let you go, Omega,” he grunted.  

Y/N sighed, her eyebrows turning upwards as she licked her lips again.  “I want this, Steve.  I want you.  Let me have you,” she reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him into a heated kiss.

The second their lips met Steve lost all control.  He pulled her against him roughly, his kiss too hard, his tongue shoving its way passed her lips and into her mouth to taste her hastily.  His hands blindly pulled at her clothes, unhooking her dress, taking her shirt off while leading her to his bedroom.  Her hands did the same to him, touching him all over his chest and stomach as she pushed his sweater and undershirt up and over his head.  When he finally got her completely bare before him he picked her up and threw her on his bed.  She yelped and then laughed when she hit the bed.

“I don’t think anyone has ever lifted me before,” Y/N smiled, watching him as he took his pants and underwear off, her eyes bugging as she stared at his large cock.

“I’m not like anyone else,” Steve smirked as he crawled up onto the bed.  His hands felt every inch of skin, massaging the plushy flesh on her body, his fingers dipping into every curve and dimple and admiring the array of tattoos that littered her skin.  His lips were not far behind, kissing, licking and sucking as he moved up her legs.  Without warning when he reached her core in between her legs he dove right in, inhaling deeply as his tongue licked between her slit.  Y/N gasped loudly, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her.  Steve couldn’t stop tasting her, her slick slowly oozing from her as he worked her towards her orgasm.  His fingers parted her lower lips and he eased one finger into her, pumping slowly as she keened at the feeling.  He quickly added another finger, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit quickly then slowing down.  He added another finger, and her back arched as her slick made his fingers squelch in and out of her. 

He sucked her clit harshly as his fingers quickened, curling inside of her just right.  Y/N moaned, then it turned into a shriek as her orgasm washed over her.  Steve continued sucking and fucking her with his fingers as she rode out the orgasm, his own deep moan vibrating into her pussy as he smushed his face into her.  Her legs twitched as she calmed down and Steve finally pulled his fingers out, sucking at her slick on his fingers.

“Taste so good, Omega,” he said lowly as he lifted his wet fingers to her mouth.  Y/N obeyed and opened her mouth, licking and sucking at her slick on his fingers.  She gripped his wrist with her hand and continued sucking two of his fingers, her eyes focused on his face as she sucked them like she would his cock.  Steve groaned at the feeling of her tongue on him, and he quickly moved up and pulled his fingers from her mouth, kissing her lewdly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him against her as he nestled his hips between her legs, his cock sliding between her lower lips.  He took his cock in his hand and lined himself up with her pussy.  Y/N’s ankles hooked behind his ass and pulled him towards her, shoving his cock deep inside her in one thrust.  They both moaned against each others’ mouths as he filled her.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N whispered against his lips.  “So good, Steve…fuck,” she rolled her hips against him, trying to get him to move.

“My needy Omega,” Steve huffed a laugh, then pulled his hips back and snapped them back into her.  Y/N’s mouth dropped open, her eyes shutting tight as he filled her again.  Steve kissed her all over her face and down to her neck, nosing her scent gland and licking and sucking at it roughly as he thrusted repeatedly into her.  His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and flicking her nipples until his mouth could replace them and suck and lick at them.  Y/N’s hands were all over him, then ultimately settled on running her fingers through his hair and giving the back of his head a harsh tug.  Steve whimpered at that, his hips trembling.  “Fuck, do that again,” he said as his left arm dug underneath her shoulders and cradled her head in the crook of his elbow, keeping his body close to hers.  Y/N smiled as she scratched his scalp again with both hands, her long nails leaving a tingling sensation as they ran down his head until she gripped his hair and pulled.  Steve whimpered more loudly, his breath fanning her face as he kept himself cheek to cheek with her.  “You’re so good…Y/N…my pretty Omega,” Steve’s free hand slid between their bodies and his thumb started rubbing at her clit as he thrusted faster.  Y/N’s voice rose in pitch, a steady stream of rushed breaths at his thrusts spilling from her lips.

“Knew you were mine from the second I scented you,” Steve groaned, leaning down to lick her gland again.  “Up there singing to me, like a goddamn tease,” he nipped at her neck, making her gasp.  “Prettiest voice I ever heard,” he said.  “Be mine.”

Y/N’s hips twitched, her pussy fluttering around him.  He could feel his knot starting to catch inside her as he became more desperate for her answer.  She tensed at the feeling.  “I’m…I’m my own,” she said, her voice sounding heavy with emotion.  Steve looked at her in alarm, worried he’d said something wrong.  “But I’ll be yours, as long as you’ll be mine,” she said resolutely, her eyes starting to fill with tears.  

Steve nodded fervently.  “I was yours the moment I found you,” he promised.  Y/N blinked rapidly as his knot grew, the tears finally slipping from the sides of her eyes.  “I’ve never wanted anything, anyone, like I want you.  Can I have you…please?” he nipped near her gland again.

Y/N let out a small sob, bringing his head back up and kissing him deeply.  “Yes, Alpha.  I’m yours.”

Steve smiled and kissed her again, his hips thrusting four more times until his knot fully inflated and he came inside her, groaning loudly.  Y/N was right behind him as he flicked her clit, her squeal being muffled by his lips on hers.  He rutted against her as he filled her up, then he broke the kiss and licked down to her neck.  He kissed her gland before opening his mouth wide and biting down on it.  

Y/N’s back arched as he bit her, her hands scratching his back as it triggered another smaller orgasm.  She whimpered and he growled at her pussy squeezing him again.  Their scents combined as he let go of her neck and licked it to sooth the bite.  She was now his mate, and he was hers.  It all went a lot faster than either of them were expecting, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to care.  He moved them both to lay on their sides, holding her close to his chest as they waited for his knot to deflate.  

Steve tickled her spine with the tips of his fingers, randomly kissing the top of her head and forehead as his breathing evened out.  Y/N’s arm that was wrapped around his body squeezed him and she kissed the spot above his heart on his chest.  He smiled and looked down at her.  “My Omega,” he whispered, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

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Her Alpha

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Summary: It’s not even been 24 hours since you and Steve were reunited, but it’s the start of the next chapter - you’re moving in with him at the Avengers Compound, which also means it’s time to meet the team. You’ve just got to hope you can keep your pregnancy hormones under control.

Relationship: Alpha Steve x Pregnant Omega Reader

Word count: 2.8k

CW: A/B/O, Sexual content (P in V sex, pregnancy sex, knotting), Steve’s dirty talk, smidge Angst, hormonal and aggressive Omega Reader, Pet names (Omega, sweetheart, Mama).

You woke up, an almost long forgotten feeling of contentment suffusing you, and turned within the pair of thick arms that held you. With a sigh you looked up into the face of Steve, your Alpha. You lifted your hand and smoothed a lock of his hair back from his forehead, marvelling at the sheer beauty of him. It was almost criminal, the way his long eyelashes kissed his freckled skin. A happy chirp made its way out of your throat and Steve stirred, pulling you tighter to his body. 

If it weren’t for the ache on your neck, or the echoing one between your legs, you’d still believe this was a dream. Five months had gone without you seeing each other, longer than anytime before, but now the sporadic visits were finally over. The Accords were rescinded, Steve was no longer a criminal on the run and you could truly be together. Today Steve would be taking you to where he lived, the Avengers Compound in upstate New York, and you wouldn’t have to put up with this shitty, damp apartment anymore. You’d have a nice place to live, access to a state of the art medical facility for when your pup (or pups) came, and you’d get to meet all of Steve’s friends. What a difference a day made.

You sighed again and tilted your head to press your lips against Steve’s. His eyes were still closed, but you knew he wasn’t fully asleep because he deepened the kiss almost immediately and a muscular thigh, covered in coarse hair, pushed its way between your legs. You rocked against it as he kissed you, despite the fact that it increased the ache that was there. You welcomed the mild discomfort because it meant he was really here with you.

“Morning, ‘Mega,” Steve mumbled against your lips. He rolled onto his back and pulled you with him so you were straddling his hips, his morning wood slotting against your sex. Your fingers threaded into the slightly too long hair at the nap of his neck and he let out a pleasured growl.

“Morning, Alpha,” you purred as you lightly ground down onto him. You were wet already, a combination of being back in your Alpha’s arms along with being in your second trimester - your libido had picked up and Steve couldn’t have returned at a better time.

“Ready to leave this all behind?” he asked as his large hands landed on your hips and helped you move back and forth over his length, covering it in your arousal.

“Mmm-hmm,” you confirmed. “Although I’m not ready to leave this bed yet. There’s something I wanna do first.” You lifted your body, took Steve in hand and then sunk back down, a feeling of bliss suffusing your whole being. You were glad that it hadn’t been that long since he was last inside you so that you didn’t need to go through any arduous prep.

“Oh, sweetheart. Fuck.” You very rarely took the lead like this - you blamed your hormones - and Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head. “That’s it, Mama. Ride me. Take what you need. Look so god-damn sexy, carrying my pups. If I could I fuck some more into you. Jeez.”

The power trip was making you dizzy with arousal. You wanted him to lose his mind due to his want and desire for you. He was your Alpha - your mate. You were pregnant with his pups, and now you were going to start the rest of your life together this very day.

As you rocked atop him, Steve ran a hand up your body to cup one of your breasts. His thumb flicked over your engorged nipple and you gasped at the sensation as your body clenched around his length. Your whole body was much more sensitive now.

“Steve,” you keened, and sped up your movements. “So close, Alpha. Make me come, please!” You knew he was close as well because you could feel his swelling knot teasing your entrance. 

“Your wish is my command, Omega.” His other hand dropped to your clit and he drew matching circles over it, both hands working in tandem on different parts of your body to pull you over the edge. You moaned loudly as the pleasure hit, rocking back and forth on his cock as your pussy spasmed. A second dart of pleasure hit you as Steve’s knot popped and you felt his cum fill you up. Steve’s noises of ecstacy merged with yours as your movements slowed and then finally stilled. You collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, your bodies still joined together.

“We don’t need to pack up until this afternoon, do we?” you asked. Steve chuckled, his body jiggling yours as he did.

“You don’t need to do anything, Omega. I can sort it out while you’re having a nap.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh, good,” you replied and then let out a yawn. “I find myself worn out for some reason.”

“I wonder why,” Steve replied with a snort. “Now relax. Let your Alpha deal with all the mundane stuff.

As the car made its way up the long drive leading to the large, white compound, you felt your stomach flutter in anticipation. You’d never met the other Avengers, having only encountered Steve by chance just before he went on the run. It had been like one of those moments from an old movie, where your eyes had met across a crowded room. You’d approached each other warily, sensing a connection but being sensibly cautious. Then you’d each caught the scent of the other, and that had been it. It was a miracle you hadn’t just started fucking in the middle of the coffeeshop, the way your body had reacted - your inner Omega would have done so, happily. Luckily, Steve was a little bit more controlled and managed to at least wait until you’d had one dinner together before agreeing to come back to your apartment with you. 

That had been just over two years ago, and given how he’d mated you and then had to disappear, only returning for your heat or his rut, your relationship could be termed a whirlwind. Now you were going to meet his friends - his family - and announce that you were going to be having his pups in a matter of months. Your hands twisted in the fabric of your coat, and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth to chew on it.

Picking up on your anxiety, Steve pulled you tighter into his embrace and used his thumb to release your lip from its torture.

“They’re gonna love you, Omega. I promise.” His deep voice soothed you and you rested your head on his chest.

“You’re sure?” you asked quietly.

“How could they not? You’re so sweet and kind. And when they know you’re carrying my pups they’re gonna be thrilled. Happy likes you already, so you have nothing to worry about.”

You flicked your eyes up to the driver’s mirror, catching the glance of the tall, broad and cheerful Beta who’d turned up to whisk you and Steve back to the compound. Apparently he was Tony Stark's Head of Security and you’d been put straight at ease when he’d greeted you with a genuine smile and a ‘Nice to meet you, ma’am.’ You hoped the rest of the introductions would go as smoothly.

The car came to a halt, and you looked out of the tinted window in awe at the enormity of the site. 

“Here we go, Mama - home sweet home.” Steve got out of the car and then held out his hand to assist you. “Let’s head on over to the common room - the others are waiting. Happy will sort out your bags for us.”

Unused to this level of attention, you spun around to face the security specialist. “Oh, you don’t have to. I’m sure we can…”

Happy held up his hand and flashed you a grin. “It’s not a problem at all, ma’am. It’s practically a holiday compared to some of the things Mr Stark asks me to do.”

You giggled back as you wondered what on earth Iron Man had his staff doing? You’d wouldn’t ask though, getting the feeling that you’d regret knowing the answer.

With your arm tucked safely in his, Steve led you into the state of the art compound and along a maze of corridors. Each one looked the same. Your confusion and apprehension must have shown on your face.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart - you’ll learn your way around in no time, and while you’re getting there, you can just ask FRIDAY for help - she’s Tony’s AI and can help with whatever you need.” Steve lifted his head and addressed the ceiling. “Isn’t that right, FRIDAY?”

“It is, Captain. I’m here to assist in any way possible.”

You jumped as the voice came out of hidden speakers, and Steve couldn’t hide his smile.

“Is she always listening?” you whispered, pulling Steve down closer to you. The thought that there would be a computer intelligence that would be able to hear you… your cheeks started to heat at the thought.

Steve shook his head. “She does continually monitor us and the surroundings as standard, but not everything is for her computer eyes, sweetheart. We can tell her when to engage the privacy protocols.” He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leant closer. “Some things are just for me, Omega.” He let out a little growl and nipped at your lower lip, making you jump for the second time in as many minutes, although for totally different reasons. His eyes were dark and his expression held all sorts of promises, but you knew there was no time for that at this moment. Besides, the wait would just make it better.

Your mate obviously had the same idea, as he started walking again, keeping his stride short so he wasn’t dragging you along.

“So, Bucky, Nat, Wanda and Vision live on site. Sam splits his time between here and DC. Clint also splits his time. Thor has rooms here for when he’s visiting from Asgard - at least with his hammer he doesn’t have to worry about the commute time. Tony and Pepper obviously have their own place, but Tony spends a lot of time here, mainly because Pepper’s banned all his large tech and tinkering stuff from their house. Tony should be here, or at least on his way over. He said he was desperate to meet you.”

“Why does that worry me?” you jested.

“He’ll just flirt with you - that’s what Tony does. And he’ll mainly do it to wind me up.” He screwed up his face and you giggled. The idea that you’d even respond to the flirting of someone who wasn’t your Alpha was laughable.

Steve had done a good job of distracting to you, because you didn’t even think about the fact that you must be near your destination until Steve steered you through an open doorway and into a room that housed a large number of sofas, a massive TV, a kitchenette, a foosball table and seven other people.

“And here we are,” said Steve as he came to a halt, moving you in front of him with his arms clasped around your waist. “Everyone, this is my beautiful Omega. Sweetheart - this is everyone.”

You knew your eyes were bugging out of your head. You were in the presence of literal superheroes - your brain had long gotten over the fact that Steve was Captain America - and didn’t for the life of you know how you were going to adjust. 

One of them pushed away from the wall and walked towards you with a shy smile, long dark hair flopping over his brow. “Hey, Doll. I’m Bucky, it’s nice to meet you. Sorry I kept Stevie away from you for so long.”

You grinned back at him and shook his proffered hand. At this distance you could tell he was an Alpha, just like Steve. His scent wasn’t unpleasant - metal, sandalwood and fresh snow - but it didn’t speak to you like Steve’s did. His blend of spring sunshine, lemon thyme and honey called to your Omega in a way that no other Alpha’s ever had. “It’s good to meet you too. I’m looking forward to finding out all of Steve’s deep dark secrets from you.”

Bucky threw back his head and laughed, and you heard Steve mutter something under his breath that sounded like ‘I thought it was Tony I’d have to worry about’.

The next to step forward was a petite, but lethal looking red-head. You knew from news reports that this was the Black Widow - or Natasha. “Hi, I’m Nat. I’m glad that this idiot finally managed to find someone to put up with him.”

You sniggered behind your hand as Steve let out a cry of mock anger. Hearing all of the banter made your heart soar. It really was like meeting Steve’s family. 

He introduced you around to the others, and you subtly scented them as they got close. Nat had a strange scent - like a cross between an Alpha and a Beta, and you didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Thor were both Alphas, Clint was a Beta, Wanda an Omega, and Vision was just Null, being an artificial construct.

Your inner Omega was slightly concerned by Wanda for a few moments, until you realised that she and Steve obviously had a big brother-little sister vibe going on and you relaxed.

“Now,” said Steve, “the only person left to meet is…”

There was a crashing and clattering noise from the hallway, and then another man appeared - there was no mistaking who it was.

“...Tony.” Steve finished.

Tony swaggered into the room, walking up to you and Steve.

“Hey Capsicle, sorry I’m late.” He clapped his hand jovially on Steve’s shoulder and grinned.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d pulled away from Steve, grasped Tony’s wrist, and pulled it away so he was no longer touching your Alpha. Your upper lip curled and a snarl left your mouth.

“My mate,” you spat at the surprised Omega.

The room fell silent and you felt nine pairs of eyes focussed on you, but your hindbrain was in control, protecting your growing family from this interloper.

“Umm, sweetheart?” Steve placed his hand on your back between your shoulder blades. “Are you alright?”

You growled, eyes still focussed on Tony, who had much more of your Alpha’s scent lingering to him than you were happy with.

“My Alpha,” you bit out, stepping up into Tony’s personal space. “Mine.”

“Okay…” Tony breathed out, slowly removing your hand from him and taking a few steps back, looking you up and down as if he was trying to see what was under your coat. “So, ummm, I think congratulations are in order! I’m guessing that’s what’s set you off.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Vision cock his head and heard him whisper to Wanda. “I think I’ve missed something, dearest.”

“She’s pregnant and she sees Tony as a threat,” Wanda whispered back.

Tony coughed awkwardly and drew your attention back to him.

“I can assure you that I’m not after Ste - your Alpha. I have an Alpha of my own. See.” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing you his mating scar.

Your eyes narrowed as you peered at him. “You smell of my Alpha.” The accusatory tone was obvious, and you could feel Steve shifting awkwardly behind you.

“Well, we do spend a lot of time together. We’re friends. I was helping him yesterday - trying to find you.”

You snarled again and Tony’s eyes went wide, as though he thought you might leap forward and try to rip his throat out with your teeth. Your inner Omega was considering it.

“B-But,” Tony continued, “I smell of my own Alpha - Pepper - more. Here…” he held his wrist out towards you, and cautiously you leant forward and sniffed. Tony smelled of oil, coffee and amber. Steve’s scent lingered on him, but it was almost drowned out by another set of notes - vanilla, jasmine and lemon.

“Hhmmph.” You grunted out a non-committal noise, but backed up towards Steve again, taking hold of his arm and aggressively scenting at his wrist - publicly claiming him -, never letting your gaze leave Tony.

“Sweetheart? Omega? Would you like to go to our apartment now and have a little rest?” Steve spoke tentatively, as though you were a bomb set on a hair trigger.

“Not rest. Knot.” you retorted before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room. “FRIDAY - which way to Captain Rogers’ apartment?”

The Avengers watched you go, and then looked at each other as soon as you were out of view.

“Well,” said Tony as he breathed out heavily. “I might have to keep my distance from Cap for the next few months.” 

Nat chuckled. “Might be best, especially if you want to keep your larynx intact.”

Tony brought his hand up to cup his own throat, lips twisting wryly. “Yeah. At least we know one thing - she’s not gonna let Rogers walk all over her.”

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[hollyhomburg]

can we get more spoilers for the next chapter? 🥺 pretty please

just a little- for a tiny pup treat since i'm not posting this weekend <3

BILY sneak peak (li is drunk edition)

Jin perks up once the alphas are out of sight, shuffling closer to you on his knees. Jin's thumbs rub over your belly, and you nuzzle into him, he's so soft here- so soft and plush and cozy, it's honestly unfair. You have to concentrate really hard to speak, alternating from pushing your face into Jinnie's tummy and Yoongi's hip. You don't really know why other than that you need to.  "Are you? yet?"

Jin leans low to rub his chin over the crown of your head. his body isn't tight with cramps. not like yours is. "No, but soon,"

Eyes wide and glassy, licking his lower lip. “Do you want a fresh change of clothes? Some snacks? Yoongi brought some- so helpful.” Behind you Yoongi flushes and Jungkook pinches his cheeks, “Yah-”

“Do you want some water, to eat? To sleep to-

You stop him, leaning over, pushing your face into his thighs, flopping over, cutting off his rabid train of thought. Resting your head on his lap. “Just want this, just need this.” You peek up at Jin, at his stricken expression. "Please?"

Your body is so tired you don't know if you could move if you wanted to. Finally- finally you're not too cold or too hot, just perfect, just right. Just fine right here. Jin threads his hand through your hair, hard, urgeing you towards his stomach.

he’s so soft there- your pack omega, you need to protect his tummy- make sure no one gets close to it, Hobi reaches over, to touch your head too but you growl. it's a squeeky sound, not at all as threatening as you mean for it.

His hand retracts quickly- you whine, petulant “no- sorry I’m just-“

“possessive” Yoongi says, touching your hips, your thighs, checking your temperature there, finding the skin hot and puffy. you sprawl out, parting your tights for him to touch. yoongi smiles, trying to hide it but failing. “yes,”

jinnie Is mine. You want to say, want to say- but can’t do more than whine and growl and chirp. you're all mine, none of the alpha's can have you- none of them. all mine.

[divine-misfortune]

Mushy May, day 4. Wound tending/first aid.

Rating: T

Pairing: Alpha/Omega

Words: 1,399

Summary: Omega gets hurt and simply shatters under the weight of his guilt. Alpha puts the pieces back together.

Contains: Vague descriptions of injuries, talk of feral water ghouls (ie: Delta), lot of hurt before the comfort. Mushy May? More like misery may- (i'm sorry)

Once again many thank you's to @forlorn-crows for all of this <333

He was shaking. 

Alpha swallowed thickly as he registered that Omega, who moved with a surgeon's precision in every aspect of life, Omega the sturdiest most reliable thing the unholy father ever crafted, was undeniably shaking. 

His hands trembled as he stumbled for the edge of the sink, knocking a few sterilized tools from the counter beside it onto the red splattered tile as he caught himself. Alpha's ears pinned back. Without all the hissing and growling, with the chaos forcefully subdued by the younger quintessence ghoul’s quick thinking, all Alpha could hear was his mate's unsteady breathing. 

The sound of the faucet being turned on broke him from his stupor, driving Alpha from where he'd been rooted with ice creeping into his veins. Lead settled in his belly, a weighted sort of dread as he flocked to Omega's side. He choked on the scent of copper and gunsmoke as he grabbed for Omega's wrists, a desperate attempt to ground him. Try to bring recognition to his eyes. Omega almost jerked away from him and he instinctively held tighter. Never wanting to let him slip away in this blind panic, he'd get lost in it. Alpha did his best to hush him, he was never one for comforting or soothing. People don't often seek out fire to ease the pain, but it was good for cauterizing the wound. 

“Hey, hey, Megs it's me-” Alpha softened his voice to the best of his ability, “look at me.” 

It took a moment but those pinprick pupils found him after bouncing to a few nonspecific points, and Omega let out a shuddered breath. 

“Did you-?” he began, voice grim. Alpha felt his stomach sink like it might retreat back to the very pits he crawled out of. 

“No. No, your kid just put him out for a bit till we figure out a better solution.” Relief and worry fought for a place in his expression. Omega tried to look over Alpha’s shoulder but he abandoned the idea the second he saw the tattered curtain. 

“This wasn't supposed to happen, the transition was supposed to stop it” his eyes dropped, staring at the multitude of gouges raked down his forearms. The reality of failure dawning on him. “We put him through hell, and we still lost Delta.” 

“I….” Alpha followed his gaze down to the cuts on his arms and grimaced, only now registering the blood seeping through his fingers and down his own wrists. “Fuck…C'mon, I don't need you bleeding out,” he gently tugged him away from the sink and towards the office at the back of the infirmary. 

Omega dropped heavily into the chair behind the desk the second he got close to it, fully sagging into his seat. He looked tired, like this had taken everything he had left. Maybe it had. 

The last few months had seemed somewhat hopeful. Short lived relief as Delta seemed to settle into himself, into his new element. There had been a shared anxiety over the transition to begin with, it had never been done before - the idea of an element like water, entirely untamed, being reshaped to fit the ever changing mold of something as elusive as quintessence seemed so outside the realm of possibility. The solution really had been too good to be true, there was no saving a water ghoul from their element or the fate that they were doomed to. Perhaps Omega should have seen it coming, should have sensed the fraying threads in Delta's very being, and judging by the resignation creating harsh lines on his face Omega accepted his part in Delta’s rapidly deteriorating humanity. 

Alpha watched his chin sink to his chest, eyes fixing somewhere far away, seemingly unbothered by his injuries or just too numb to care. He wanted to grab him by those broad, capable shoulders and shake him. Shake the sense back into him. Rattle the guilt out of him like spare change from a piggy bank. 

But he clenched his fists at his sides and went to collect the things he needed. Alpha was no medic by any means but he could certainly clean and dress a wound, Omega had taught him well through the years and various injuries he'd collected - for a time Omega must have thought he was getting hurt like that on purpose to have an excuse to visit the infirmary. His time in the medical wing was informative at least, he knew the various cabinets and drawers a bit too well. 

Rags, hot water, gauze pads, and bandages in hand Alpha returned to Omega to find the quintessence ghoul had not moved an inch. Even the few strands of hair falling over his face hadn't shifted. 

The position felt backwards. Alpha knelt before him while Omega sat silently, avoiding eye contact out of shame. He did not move with confidence like the quintessence ghoul would have. Hesitant and cautious as he moved to dab a wet rag at the fine imprint of teeth. Omega nearly jerked from his grip but Alpha's tail swatted at him lightly, pulling his hand back towards him. Delta had a nasty bite, two rows of jagged needle like teeth, flinching was certainly understandable. 

“He really got you good, huh…” Alpha mumbled, feeling a tendon in Omega's hand twitch in a sort of agreement. No change in his face. “Omega,” he sighed, barely looking up. “You can't tear yourself apart over him, he knew the risk when he pursued the transition.” 

Not a word. 

“This isn't your fault. You couldn't have predicted this.” He offered with an alarming sincerity, a voice too gentle to belong to someone like him. “You did everything you could, but you can't save everyone.” 

His fingers curled, a fist in his lap suddenly. Alpha feared those claws would dislodge the blood clot and he'd start bleeding everywhere again but Omega didn't seem bothered by the thought. 

“Why can't i?!” The words spilled out of him soaked in desperation, face screwing up, eyes shut. “What good am I as a healer if I can't save them?” His voice broke, silently pleading for an answer to ease his guilt. 

Dropping the red stained rag to the floor with a wet slapping sound, Alpha reached for his face instead. Needed to touch him, skin to skin, he couldn't let Omega fall much further lest he lose him entirely. This was the only lifeline he knew how to provide. 

The tears escaped at the first touch, and Alpha wanted to engulf him entirely. Shroud him in a warm safety where the cold cruel reality couldn't tear into his mate any further, but all he could do was slip his arms around his middle and drag Omega's face into his shoulder. The position was awkward at best, what with Omega in the chair and him just kneeling on the floor, but they still found a way to fit together. They always did. 

Clutching the back of his shirt, Omega's shoulders shook. A muted sob that could have easily torn Alpha's hardened heart entirely in two. 

“You couldn't save him but you gave him more time,” Alpha held him tighter, like the truth might be squeezed into him. “You did more for him than any of us could.” 

“He'd have never forgiven me.” He mumbled, cheek pressing close to Alpha’s steady pulse. 

“He would have never thought you needed forgiveness.” He corrected and laid his palm flat to the nape of his neck, idly scratching at the overgrown whispy hairs. “Delta was nothing but grateful to you.” 

Against his neck he felt Omega open his mouth to argue but the words didn't come. He didn't have the energy to let them tumble out, wilting into the fire ghoul's embrace helplessly. Alpha knew his knees would ache, he'd probably walk with a faint limp for the next day or two from the unforgiving tile against his bone, but he didn't dare to move. The bruises were nothing compared to the proverbial beating Omega had given himself, he could endure it. Alpha could endure it all if only to bring Omega peace of mind. 

So he remained, a light in the dark, coaxing Omega back from the places none of them could follow. Warm and solid, something for his lover to latch onto. Alpha would have stayed perfectly in place for centuries if that was what Omega needed. 

[reallyromealone]

Tenjiku x male reader x Toman part 7

Part 6 🌸 current 🌸 part 8

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It had been two days of fending off alphas and Shinichiro was ready to throw in the towel when he heard it.

Emma had arrived.

The eldest sibling smiled and felt his body relax slightly, thankfully (name)s heat has subsided considerably to the point he was coherent and he could comfortably leave his sister to deal with the hooligans. The brothers looked on in horror as Emma walked with her two mates, elegant robes and delicately styled hair, pins in it making it look like a waterfall of flowers.

Yazuha and Senju beside her in less frivolous clothes, Senju in a more millantant approach and Yazuha simply preferring simple tastes "you two idiots have been harassing a poor Omega?! Thank goodness Shin kept him away or you guys would kill him!" She chewed them out and no one dare argue with the blond omega who was currently giving the two most feared demons absolute hell on the front steps to Shinichiro's estate, said beta checking in on poor (name).

The three pups perked their little heads up as they smelt the air, takemichi doing a little dance in excitement as he balanced on (name)s knee "Emma!" Koko chewed on his knuckles happily and (name) looked confused "Emma?" He asked softly and the tots smiled "she's our aunty!" And (name) nodded in understanding "can we go say hi?!" Takemichi asked loudly and excitedly and (name) was contemplating, the door suddenly opening with three knocks "not without this... Emma brought it" Shinichiro said kindly and (name) snapped his head up to see a collar with inscriptions all around it "it's one that demons can't snap like thread, it has spells written on it so if one tries to break it... It will cause them harm" he explained and (name) smiled "why don't you three go play and see aunt Emma while I help (name), alright?"

The tots ran off and the black haired demon smiled at them "my... My apologies for kidnapping your pups" (name) said genuinely apologetic and Shinichiro laughed "don't worry about it, an omegas touch is what those roudy pups need" he joked and gently helped (name) put it on, gentle but callused hands touching his skin "I'm also sorry that they dragged you into this, I'm sure "protecting an Omega from a bunch of alphas" wasn't even remotely on your to-do list..."

Shinichiro liked (name), not in a romantic way but... He was good company, hard working and despite it all genuinely did care.

Those idiots didn't deserve him truly.

"Well, I had a few outfits made for you to wear" Shinichiro stepped out and returned with a few boxes "no doubt you wouldn't want to wear the ones previously as those idiots scented it to death"

(Name) felt his eyes water up, never experiencing such kindness from someone who didn't want something back--- hell he wasn't even mad (name) scented his pups!

Never had he experienced this kindness from his village.

"T-thank you..." He managed to choke out between tears and shinichiro held him close, the demon understanding he had gone through great struggles and his brothers clans were absolutely not helping.

By time Emma finished tearing everyone a new asshole, the sun was high in the sky "now... Let me meet him"

Most omegas wouldn't dare speak to alphas like that but Emma was the one entity in this universe that her brothers and by proxy their clans didn't fuck with, parting way for her as she walked in the direction of the Omega "Aunt Emma!" Three little voices chimed out and the blonde smiled at the itty bitty pups "my my~ aren't you three growing like weeds" Senju teased and Yazuha smiled as little Inupi asked to be held silently, lifting the boy "come meet our friend! He's a little weird but he and papa are friends!"

The trio let them lead them through the grand palace Emma grew up in, talking about how "silly " their uncles were and the new game they invented "papa! Aunt Emma is heeere!" Takemichi said happily and Shinchiro smiled as the three women looked at the crying Omega "those idiot's..." Yazuha was tempted to go back out there and lay havoc upon them but held back knowing it would make her beloved Omega upset.

"Truly barbaric" senju shook her head "(name), this is my youngest sibling Emma and her mates" (name) felt at ease with another Omega, he didn't know why he felt so safe but he did and Emma offered him a reassuring smile "I'm so sorry about my brother's, they're idiots" she knew he wouldn't be able to just walk away but comfort is something someone needed especially at times like this.

Emma helped (name) get ready, Senju making him laugh and Yazuha spoke of their trip as the pups wandered off to go play.

(Name) sighed when he was finally left alone in the evening and sat in the gardens to breathe, parts of each clan having to return to tend to things needed.

He heard whispers of some moon, the demons tense as they spoke.

He hoped all would be well.

Mikey was antsy, watching (name) from a distance.

He didn't like his Omega being out of his line of sight for long, especially with threats and whispers in the air. The moon was high when he noticed (name) had fallen asleep on a stone bench in the gardens and decided to bring him back to his room, lifting him and cradling him close "Hmm?" (Name) mumbled glancing sleepily to the blond "don't worry... Go back to sleep" he said softly and (name) subconsciously snuggled in his chest and the smell of matcha and chocolate filled his senses.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One.

Part Three

Part Two

"So this is knitting?"

Eddie watches as Steve carefully threads the loom back and forth, back and forth, "yeah."

"I thought knitting was like, with needles?"

"It can be...but I'm no good at it," Eddie admits shyly, suspects he's probably blushing. Again. "Could never hold the tension, it just got tighter and tighter until it was like chainmail. So I tried sewing, shit at that too. Well, I can do patches and stuff on my jacket, by hand, but proper sewing with a machine, to make a blanket? Carnage man, blood everywhere." Steve snorts a laugh, but doesn't look up from what he's doing, "so I tried crochet, pretty sure I had carple tunnel in like, ten minutes flat. Was ready to quit but then...I found these things. And I'm sort of okay at it."

"Well, you're managing to teach me, so you must be more than just okay."

Eddie does blush then, glad Steve isn't looking up from his work. It's sweet, watching the Alpha figure out this most Omega of tasks. Eddie has no idea how this happened, but it's his third time at Steve's.

Never turn down a free meal is so ingrained in Eddie he was agreeing before he even really realised what he was agreeing too.

And it isn't until later that very evening, when Steve quietly says, "hey, can I show you something, before you go?" That Eddie understands. Because he's standing in the doorway to a nesting room. Of course the Harrington house has a nesting room, it's big enough and fancy enough for a pool for god's sake.

Eddie stands and stares into the little windowless room, lit softly by covered lights, and examines the dip in the middle. The soft curve in the floor where Steve has very carefully constructed a nest.

Eddie's never been offered this before, never had an Alpha come even close to something like this. The whole room smells of Steve. Some of the nest is clearly Steve's bedding.

He's done a good job; Eddie's Omega preens and Eddie has to breathe sharply through his mouth to deliberately squash the purr that wants to escape his chest.

He knows now, why he's here; Steve wants his heat. Probably not the first heat Steve Harrington has offered to share with someone, Eddie has no illusions about what this is.

But this might be his chance. He's already forming a plan. It's shitty and underhand but it'll get him the pup he wants so badly. Eddie doesn't look at that nest and see his own survival, he doesn't see salvation. He sees a pup cradled in his arms.

Steve never needs to know, even. Eddie knows Steve's interest in him will evaporate once Eddie's heat is done. Once Eddie has what he wants so badly.

Eddie says, "yes."

[lemonzestywrites]

Obsessed.

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glad to here it anon!! hope you enjoy this

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Eddie Diaz. This six-foot 200-something pound of muscle firefighter who, by all visual means, looks like the epitome of an Alpha. He’s strong, caring, family-oriented, and keeps to himself for the most part, save for the people he’s close with. Buck didn’t consider anything else that could apply to Eddie besides being an alpha just like him.  Which, in all honestly, is why he postured the hell out of the guy the first time they met. God, looking back on it, Buck couldn’t have looked like a bigger fucking idiot trying to stake claim over his pact in front of this stranger, only to allow said stranger inside his circle the minute Buck calmed the fuck down. One of the better decisions of his life for sure. He couldn’t even begin to think of what his life would be like if he just constantly kept Eddie on the outskirts. Buck doesn’t even want to indulge in the thought. Both he and Chris are so intrinsic in this self-healing ecosystem that makes up all three of their lives; Buck wouldn’t trade it for anything, honestly. Which is probably why he didn’t even blink when Eddi had sat him down all jittery and nervous, hands fiddling with a loose thread on his jeans as he explained that he was, in fact, an omega.

[im-his-druidess]

I hope you like it @fluffy-little-demon 💙

"Son of a bitch!" you growled, flinging items around in your closet with growing frenzy, and you barely heard the sound of approaching footsteps over your grumbling and frantic movements.

"You rang?" Bo drawled casually and you glanced over your shoulder at the Alpha just in time to see him place a hand on his cocked hip and lean against the doorframe.

His bright blue eyes swept across the disheveled room and he let out a low whistle and raised an eyebrow in silent question. Immediately you wanted to curl in on yourself in shame, but your inner Omega suddenly reared their head at being so close to the Alpha. A soft hurt whine escaped your throat before you could stop it and his eyes instantly shot to you as he stood straighter at you shift on mood. You walked over to him and buried your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and you felt him nuzzle the top of your head, subtly scenting you as if trying to figure out if you're hurt, and you pressed your face closer into him. The smell of fresh laundry detergent, smoke, cologne, and his natural spicy Alpha scent filled your nose and eased the tight knot in your chest. You felt another whimper bubbling in the back of your throat, but you forced it down.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" Bo asked in a soft honey-sweet tone you rarely get to hear, one hand moving from your waist to tangle loosely in your hair, and you didn't resist him as he used his new hold to tilt your face up.

He was watching you intensely, lips curled into a frown, and for a split second you thought about lying just to make him change his expression back to his usual cocky smug look. As if reading your mind his fingers tightened in your hair and he tugged at the roots with enough pressure to make you snap to attention.

"I want to nest, but it's laundry day and I can't find any supplies," you confess, face burning in embarrassment, and Bo just hummed in response while looking around the room once more.

Your usual pile of blankets and pillows where currently in the washing machine, the smell from your last Heat still clung to the fabric enough to make both Bo and Vincent twitchy, and your inner Omega decided to throw a tantrum at your deconstructed nest. Your backup blankets had to be replaced entirely after you used them to staunch blood from a wound on Bo after an altercation with a tourist that escaped, the man now placed in the movie theater immortalized in wax, and you haven't had a chance to clean or replace them. Just thinking about them so close but useless had you anxiously gripping the front of Bo's mechanic shirt in distress.

"Well...I got some clothes you can use in the meantime. And I can grab my blankets," Bo said while smoothing his rough calloused hands over your arms, his eyes still glancing around the room even as his expression remained thoughtful.

Your breath caught in your lungs at his words and your heart skipped a beat.

"Did...did you know that it's very intimate to offer an Omega your personal clothes for nesting?" you asked carefully. Your fingers trembled as the fidgeted with a loose thread on his shirt and you watched as his face grew puzzled.

"No...I did not," he said slowly, eyes narrowing in thought, and you could feel your heart now pounding in your chest.

When you were first allowed to live in Ambrose, after proving yourself trustworthy enough to leave the garage with Bo, both Sinclair Alphas clearly didn't know how to act around an Omega that they weren't going to kill. You attributed it to the fact that Trudy never sat them down to explain anything but their own dynamics to them growing up and the fact that Ambrose was such a small town that talking about the inner workings of an Omega was considered taboo. That left Bo with a massive possessive streak and both twins struggled with instincts that they didn't know how to completely handle. You even caught Vincent lurking around to watch you as you cooked or cleaned. Finding small wax statues of exotic flowers and cute animals in places only you frequent, the silent twin watching from the shadows as you find his gifts, but then disappearing before you could thank him.

You still vividly remember how Bo locked you back in his basement when your first Heat since arriving in Ambrose struck, the intense look of want in his wild gaze as he paced like a caged lion at your scent, and then him following his own instincts to gift you soft comfortable things to nest in before leaving you to suffer your Heat alone. When you were let out after your Heat passed, you both barely made it to the front porch of the house before he was inside you. Then later you had to explain how him leaving you in that state after being so close hurt you more than it helped. Now it seemed there was something else to explain.

That only mated pairs shared nests, or that only bonded Alphas share their clothes because their scent was stronger, and you debated silently on the best way to explain just that.

"If it makes you stop smelling like 'that' then I don't care," Bo said with a wrinkle of his nose, and your face heated once more in mortification at the fact that he could smell your distress.

"It's not proper-" you began and was quickly stopped by his sharp bark of laughter.

"Darlin'...there's nothing 'proper' in this whole fuckin' town," he said with another laugh, eyes crinkling adorably in the corners with his mirth, and he placed a short rough kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Now get your ass in my room and pick out stuff for your nest," he continued with a quick hard swat to your backside and you couldn't help the surge of elation that filled you.

It seemed you had a nest to build after all.

[lululawrence]

Sus' 40 to 40 Countdown: 39 Days

Day two is here and the fun continues! Today's theme for my birthday celebration fic rec is:

Fics with the Fewest Comment Threads on AO3

I Can Only Hold You - Jordan North/Louis (omegaverse, alpha Louis, omega Jordan, touch deprivation, wankfest fic, no wanking on screen 😉)

When Louis learns Jordan is close to falling into depri, he rushes over to help. What follows is so much more than either of them planned for.

Did You Know I Fit In A Dryer? - Jordan North/Louis (crack fic, banter, flirting, recreational use of drugs, pre-slash)

“Mate, can you help me open the door?”

Team Gaelic FTW - Harry/Louis, Niall/Lewis Capaldi (dialogue only, banter, game night, established relationships, crack-y vibes lol)

Just another Scrabble Game Night at the Stylinson House…

All 40 to 40 Countdown Posts

[infiniteeight8]

I love the way you smell

ironstrange 😇

I couldn’t resist doing this as an A/B/O fic. I do love that trope, and scent is such a big part of it. 😀

This is not connected to my other A/B/O drabbles. It’s also not relevant which of them is the alpha and which is the omega in this particular scene. You may imagine them as you choose! 😀

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Tony circulates through the crowd at the alpha/omega mixer more or less on autopilot. There isn’t a lot of turnover at high security mixers like this one; most of the people here know each other already. They keep coming because someone finds their match just barely often enough to give the rest of them hope. They’d all have better luck at a more publicly available event, but Tony had tried that once since becoming Iron Man and ended up needing the armor to get out again. 

Celebrity does have its downsides.

Finishing his drink, Tony is considering heading back to the bar when someone behind him says, “Excuse me.”

Turning, Tony smiles. “Stephen! Fancy seeing you here. Wizard Academy doesn’t run their own mixers?”

“Tony!” Stephen looks startled, for all that he was the one to address Tony first. “They do, but I thought I should branch out.” He pauses and then says, “I didn’t actually realize it was you until you turned around.”

“Then why—” Tony breaks off as realization dawns. They’ve only really interacted in professional settings until now, which means they were both politely wearing scent blockers. But tonight…

Stephen nods. “I caught your scent,” he says.

Tony’s heart rate kicks up a notch. “Would you like to double check?” he asks, gesturing at his throat. 

“Please.”

Tony lifts his chin in invitation and Stephen steps in close, leaning down until he can trail his nose delicately up the line of Tony’s throat toward his jaw. Tony shivers at the prickle of sensation and inhales deeply, catching a hint of Stephen’s scent as he does. It’s smokey, a little like incense, and Tony enjoys the thread of it, though he knows it’s only the top notes.

When Stephen pulls back his eyes are dark and his lips parted, like he’s still trying to pull in Tony’s scent. Silently, he tilts his head in invitation.

Up close, Stephen’s smokey scent takes on tones of honey and something else, something sharper. Tony finds his eyes closing as he breathes it in. No one has ever smelled this good. He doesn’t want to retreat, doesn’t want to return to polite conversation. He wants to taste.

“Tony,” Stephen murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

“I love the way you smell,” Tony says softly.

“The feeling is mutual.” Stephen’s hands come to rest on Tony’s hips. “Perhaps we could take this somewhere more private?”

That’s enough motivation for Tony to pull away enough to meet Stephen’s gaze. He’s smiling, eyes bright. It hits Tony all of a sudden, what all of this means: He’s found his mate. 

“Your place or mine?” Tony says, waggling his eyebrows, and Stephen laughs.

[janumun]

Being the brand new omega roommate for alpha Alhaitham and alpha Kaveh, who were both carefully looking for a needed extra to fill in the space in their housing near Port Ormos, purely for important research purposes Alhaitham claims.

And conveniently, they were also looking for another proper lover (Preferably an omega) for their alphan pod for their upcoming ruts, both of which just so happen to be right around the corner.

Poor sensitive alpha Kaveh, and absolute buster alpha Alhaitham, are both equally slick and suave in pursuing what they desire. Once they put their mind to something none can ever stop them from achieving their appointed goal.

Kaveh is more romantically obvious than Alhaitham, but that doesn't mean Alhaitham won't have his fair share of aces up his sleeve to properly convince you to join them in their pack. And with their ruts coming up alongside the brand new omega moving in, time is short and ever increasingly fragile.

Surely you will be so kind as to aid their little predicament?

OBLIGATORY NSFW 🔞 BREAK

Before we dive pussy first into this, I’ll have you know that your Ask was what took me out of commission for this long, Nonny. I had to sink back into the sofa and just stare into space for the next several weeks. 🤣

While I would’ve really loved to write something more cohesive for this (I am so, so insane for the ABO AU), the ideas I had would’ve ended up spanning a multi chapter fic, which I simply could not afford to work on, at the moment xD You are so ✨big-brained✨ for this, though!

If you’ve read a couple of my stories, you might’ve noticed I prefer romance dashed spice over hot, sweaty, sexy spice (very good on you if you prefer the latter!).

I’m currently working on a story where Traveler (/my MC) lives with the Akademiya duo and part of their dynamic might be reflected in these few headcanons I’ve got for Alpha Hai/Ω Reader/Alpha Kaveh.

I cannot believe this is nearly 1k words of ABO thirst because I simply hold no control over myself.

Al-Haitham’s fond of you. It isn’t quite what he intended — nor the direction he intended it in — when he divulged the fact that he was interested in you.

Perhaps, it is your unconventional ideologies, only on par with Kaveh’s naivety, or perhaps the way you seem to have Kaveh so domesticated (he was at Al-Haitham’s ear for weeks for daring to point out how the two of you seemed to get on like a house on fire, worded perhaps in less kinder terms) it’s an amusing sight to witness.

Or your unwitting genius, when you come across Al-Haitham on days he’s going through new texts, and strike up a debate regarding the contents of the author’s mindset and the degree and quality of said research.

He isn’t quite as obvious as Kaveh; ready with his smiles and clear affections worn across his sleeve.

…Nor is he quite as lacking as his former friend in self-discipline, when it comes to reigning in his instincts as an Alpha. Finding himself against you at the weakest callings of an approaching rut, or the siren call of your heats. Al- Haitham supposes you too are to blame, for spoiling Kaveh as you do; you never turn the man down and try as Kaveh might, to be a gentleman and spare you, it is always you giving him the go-ahead to fuck you as he pleases, wherever…

And later on, whenever—

His ruts are close at hand, Kaveh finds it physically intolerable to have you close and not bury his entire body into yours, threading his limbs about your body and sinking his face into the soft heat of your breasts.

He started off gentle and slow at the beginning of your arrangement, and he remained determined to follow through his resolve to relieve himself on your scent alone. The idea of tackling you down like some sort of… beast every time a rut hit, seeking you out for mere physical relief — despite your arrangement — didn’t sit right in his heart.

But you are a curious and fascinating creature, and Kaveh did not quite bet on being as infatuated with you as he is; you seem almost crafted to complete a whole of him. And you are… unfortunately, incredibly persistent.

And—

Incredibly tight, he gasps. When Kaveh finds himself buried up to the hilt within you, he’s blind to all sense except the feeling of your wet heat, the burn of pleasure streaking up his length and knotting into his abdomen with the force and desperation of his thrusts. Close, the need to have you closer burning at the back of his throat and gnawing with the bite of bitter teeth into the swell of his lip.

“K-Kaveh.” Before you scold, and he complies, immediate; love-stricken, lust-driven, clenching his teeth into a bite at your shoulder and moans deep and long, mirroring the intensity of his release into you.

Nosing at that spot against your neck in post coital euphoria and overwhelming protection. Uncharacteristic burst of an intolerable instinct to bite into you and mark you his.

When Kaveh and Al-Haitham have their ruts coincide on the rare occasion—

The Scribe does not shy away from availing his privilege of several days of paid leave, off his roster of scarcely used holidays, when his ruts are near carnal, and certainly not when they happen to fall upon the same cycles as Kaveh’s (perhaps a natural result of bonding with the same omega). He needs the entirety of a 24/7 workday and more, when he is forced to share your body, pleasure and time with Kaveh. The latter not ceasing to whine and huff, even as he moans at Al-Haitham about positioning her right, going slower so she can concentrate on us both.

Taunts usually he answers with silence, or on occasion, when Kaveh is unbearably loud,

“Perhaps you aren’t pleasing her as well as you seem to think yourself able, if you believe she cannot concentrate simply because I am “harsh” on her.” Punctuating his statement with a particularly firm thrust, your quivering moan breaking along with Kaveh’s fumed sputtering.

Your tightening, at the punishing pace Al-Haitham sets for you both, dragging their orgasms from the Alphas at the same time, flooding you to the brim with their hot seed. Their knots traveling up and lodging into your pussy undoing your own vehement release from how large the stretch is, all of a sudden, and you see stars as you collapse against Al-Haitham, his low grunt burning at your ears from how incredibly hot you find him, so undone inside you.

Squeezing around them on instinct, pulling a collective groan from the two men. Al-Haitham raises his head, his gaze inspiring a fresh wave of nervous anticipation inside you, from how he looks at you as if he has no intentions of stopping until he has you well and truly bred. A man of spare words but the intensity of his lust and emotions once unstoppered, is enough to have your legs aching for days after.

A shudder creeping up your body from where he treks a gentle thumb against your cheek and just before he kisses you, a whisper of one, “Well done,” has your heart soaring within your chest.

And if Kaveh’s soft brushes of kisses against the crown of your shoulders, venturing just shy of your glands, is anything to go by, you know he too, is far from done yet.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, alpha Lucerys, Omega Aemond, Lucerys' chest have grown)

Aemond was the lady of Driftmark, and as the lady of Driftmark, he needed to ensure that everything goes swimmingly, from the interior of their home looking glorious to whoever decides to grace their halls with their presence, to the necessary parties hosted, he had to plan and make the necessary arrangements for everything, and he would not allow anything wrong to embarrass him.

Unfortunately for him, there are just times when the world seems to go against him. For instance, right now. He has been standing close to Lucerys, glancing at his chest, where the button was holding on for dear life.

It was a mistake on his part. He didn't realize Lucerys' training would be so.... bountiful so soon. After all, Aemond has been training with him, and his body remains to be lithe, to his displeasure. They only realized the mistake once Lucerys started to dress up, and what he was wearing was the only one that fitted alright, it's only problem being that the button keeping Lucerys' chest from being exposed was a breeze away from flinging itself across the room and hitting an unsuspecting lord or lady, and Aemond cannot have that happen. So he made sure to pay extra attention toward it, unaware that to the unknowing, Aemond seemed to be looking at something else entirely...

He could already tell when the thread that held it broke free. He was lucky to manage to catch it, even luckier that it happened whilst no one was looking. In fact, if he wasn't so stressed, he would be wondering why no one was even glancing at either of them, especially since most of the time, the people would flock the two for a small chat.

He was just grateful it gave him time to drag his husband out of the hall, telling the servant that they were to retire early, and to send the rest of the lords away after a few more hours of their enjoyment. Once they reached their quarters, Aemond demanded that he takes off the shirt, which Lucerys obliges easily. Aemond grabs the sewing kit and began trying to fix the problem, ignoring his nephew's stare.

A nosy little servant was passing buy when Aemond made the order, and unfortunately for Aemond, she was a chatty one, too. By the next day, the entire castle seems to have been filled with the gossip of their lady seemingly enjoying his husband's larger chest, said to have been googling at it all night, and all but demanded to be bedded the moment they left the halls.

Aemond would be mortified once he found out about the misunderstanding. Lucerys, however, would simply be amused, and would fan the flames, wearing more "open" shirts during their time they were together training, because apparently, his uncle seems to be more distracted and often loses. It was his lucky shirt.

Aemond smacked him once he found out whatever nonsense Lucerys decided to feed their people.