#being alpha was the final step to becoming **just like** his father

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imperium!david brainrot

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Could you make an imagine where Klaus Mikaelson is the father figure to the reader despite not being her real dad? And her birth father came back trying to take her but Klaus wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t let him take the reader?

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Klaus had just been taking a stroll through the woods when he finds himself walking towards the sounds of a beta's broken sobs. Seeing the little abandoned wolf, Klaus takes her home with him, hoping that he'd be able to become her safe place -- which he very successfully does. But what happens when Y/n's biological father returns after ages in hopes of getting her back?

Warnings - None really, other than the fact that it's quite sad (but with happy outcomes I promise <3) Word Count - 4.0k

I'm so so so sorry for my absence the past whole week but hey, this is quite literally a 4k worded fic! So hopefully that makes up for it? (Also, thank you for the request, lovely anon. Please do tell me if you like it!!)

Also! I took the idea of Y/n's wolf being a little out of control from this very very amazing fic written by the truly talented @klausysworld Please do give the fic a read, if you haven't already that is, hahah <3

Klaus had been taking a stroll through the woods, his feet carrying him just about anywhere while his mind sped through thoughts a million miles an hour. He made plans, then backed them up with another one, and then made another one, just in case. And he'd just lifted his leg to cross over a fallen tree when his body came to an unnatural halt.

He was never caught off guard, but right now, as he heard hushed sobs and a heart that was beating in a painfully broken rhythm, he couldn't help but gently continue his stroll – in a particular direction with an aim, this time.

His head tilted as he neared the source of the sound, his nose picking up on a beta scent. It had been way too long since he had come across a beta, his major interactions occurring with either other Alphas or Omegas, or Vampires. As well as some other species that rather got on his nerves, such as the witches. It intrigued him.

From quite afar, his eyes finally caught sight of a rather small frame crouched against the rough bark of a tree, a jerk shaking their body every time their back accidently met with it, followed by another painful but gritted howl.

But what made Klaus' frown deepen even further, was the sight of wolf ears growing from the person's head. He felt as though his eyes were deceiving him; he had never come across something like this and if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty sure that this was just an untrained little wolf -- or perhaps it was the strangeness making him think that there couldn't possibly be another mythical creature that was actually all too real.

So, he walked closer, his head a little ducked and shoulders bunched up on either side of his neck as he tried not to make any sound as that would surely startle the ...child, he realised.

The little frame, sobbing into their hands with their knees bunched up against their torso, belonged to a child. A werewolf child who was beginning to lose control of their wolf, and just then Klaus noticed a tail curling up against the little one's back in order to provide comfort.

He flinched when some wood broke unde his step, alerting the little girl and his heart cracked like a drought-stricken land when she jerked and looked up at him with eyes so big, full of fear swarming them and so much sadness that he could drown in it and not be found.

She immediately backed up into the tree, hissing sharply when her back met the unruly surface but not once did her eyes move away from him. Her lips trembled, a fat tear rolling down her cheek against her will and Klaus noted that the girl could not be older than a decade.

Taking another step towards her, Klaus froze when her wolf ears went back in, and a sob broke out of her mouth.

"Please, sir! I will do whatever you ask of me, but please don't hurt me," she shouted at him, fully breaking down into heart wrenching sobs as she tried to get up on wobbly legs but fell to the ground right away due to the tremor coursing through her body.

Tears blurred his vision for a second before he took the final step toward her which brought him close enough to sit on his knees beside her and rest his hand on her head.

"It's alright, little wolf. I'm not here to harm you," Klaus whispered, feeling her body falling into shambles under his touch. But when she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes, he couldn't help but pass her a reassuring smile.

"You are safe with me, sweetheart," he said, now weaving his hand across her forehead to brush away the hair that stuck to it. "Yes?" He asked her with a soft nod, bringing her closer to his chest when she too, nodded. Her eyes were still uncertain but he could tell that it won't take long for her to let go.

This was a child, full of enough naivety to trust a stranger and Klaus was more than glad that he’d found her before someone else could’ve. And maybe his Alpha scent provided her with the extra comfort that she most likely needed, but Klaus wasn’t complaining.

So he rested his back against the tree this time and let her sit in his lap, his arms around her in a way that cocooned her away from whatever that had pained her so terribly, and ready to protect her from anything that came her way with poisonous intentions.

His heart clenched inside his chest when the little girl curled up against him, finally letting the sobs rake through her body and for all the sadness to cause havoc inside her little heart before it left her alone for good.

And for some reason, Klaus just knew to avoid her back. It was clear that she was hurt over there somehow, making him rub his hand up and down her arm instead, and rock the two of them side to side for a little bit. Slowly and slowly, her wails turned into softer sobs and then finally, Klaus heard her heartbeat go back to a normal pace again.

He looked down to see if she'd cried it all out, wanting her to tell him about the culprit who had hurt her like this but when he found that she had slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, he didn't even think once before carrying her home with him, covering her up under his duvet while he sat on the sofa across the bed, looking at her and telling himself that there was no way he was going to be able to let her go.

He just felt something between them, something that brought them closer in a way he had never experienced before. He felt like he was supposed to love her, care for her, teach her all about the world and show her the wonders. He felt like taking her responsibility, giving her his last name and raising her protected from the world.

Perhaps it was because he, somewhere, saw his inner child in her. The child that so helplessly begged for just some love from his father and got the horrifying abuse instead. 

Klaus wanted to take her under his wing and be there for her while she grew up. He wanted this very clearly abandoned little wolf to call him her father, and his brothers her uncles and his sisters her aunts.

He couldn't sleep all night, fearing that she'd wake up and ask for her actual parents. And he knew he'd take her back in an instant if she wanted to, but it would tear him apart into uncountable and unrecognisable shreds.

And so, he waited all night for her to wake up and hopefully deny him when he'd ask her if she wanted to go back home. And Klaus would go to hell and back to build her a home; to become her home.  

But despite his stubborn decision to stay up and look after her, Klaus awoke to something soft and comforting touching his whatever exposed skin. And as he cracked open his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring inside his room and one of his blankets was draped over him. And he knew it hadn’t been on him for long as he had felt it sliding across his frame, and yet he couldn’t catch sight of the carer. 

That was, until he began getting up and he looked down to find the little girl, sitting beside his feet and looking up at him with doe eyes full of ...joy. He noted that the girl was happy to see that he was finally awake, her heartbeat picking up just a little as a smile slid on her mouth. 

“Thank you, Alpha,” the girl mumbled shyly, placing her hands on his knees while she began standing up. And Klaus’ arms instantly went ahead in order to prevent her from falling but she didn’t stumble once, reminding him that she probably had werewolf healing powers that performed with a slight delay due to her young age. 

Klaus opened his mouth to say something but when the girl warily wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the very tip of her toes to do so, he found himself caught off guard, once again. But regardless, he hugged her back rather tightly, lifting her off the ground and bringing her on the sofa. 

“Are you okay now, little wolf? Does it still hurt?” Klaus asked her, one of his hands cupping her face while the other cradled her. And his heart swooned when she curled up on him just like the night prior, but this time only soft breaths passed through her mouth. 

“The wounds have healed, Alpha,” she mumbled, almost hiding her face by tucking it away in his chest. “But my heart still hurts, I think,” her voice wavered as she confessed, now clenching his henley in her fist due to the unease it brought to her.

“Oh, little wolf,” Klaus sighed, his eyebrows turned into an upside down frown as he looked upon her with pity. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He whispered, cautious so she wouldn’t shut him off, even though she was too young to know of such a thing.

“My father, he – he kicked me out of the pack yesterday,” she told him with a quivering voice, tears beginning to pool in her eyes once again. “He told me – he said that he doesn’t love me… that – that he never has!” She cried out, a sob aching her throat and wrapping itself around it so tightly that it was almost beginning to choke her. 

“He said he doesn’t love me,” she repeated, her body now shaking in Klaus arms as his heart crumpled inside his chest as he noted just how much she cared and felt, and that she was having to relive it again right now. 

“Why did he kick you out, darling?” Klaus asked, wanting to end her misery and just a one line answer would be enough for him to go over and slaughter the entire pack.

“He wanted me to learn how to handle the pack once he wouldn’t be there anymore, how – how to be an Alpha,” she told him, tears flowing out of her eyes that had now grown bloodshot red. 

And just then, her ears popped out of her head once again, and Klaus couldn’t help but pet the welted ears in order to help her calm down. 

“But I didn’t want to! I – I don’t want to take charge after him!” She told Klaus, this time her voice changed its tone to be more convincing and desperate. She sat upright, trying to show Klaus just how much she’d rather work behind the scenes than take the lead officially.

“It’s okay, little wolf – you won’t have to anymore,” Klaus reassured the girl, weaving his fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll be here with me, safe and sound, and I will love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, looking into her eys with the purest sincerity.

“I truly love you, little wolf,” Klaus said softly at recieving a questioning look from her, asking if he honestly meant what he was saying. “And I will always show you love.”

She brightened up at that, the shine of a couple stars returning to her eyes as she got up, but then saddened again. “But what about home?” She asked, her tears beginning to dry up on her cheeks as she wiped them away. 

“Do you wish to go home?”

“No,” she trailed off, looking away from his eyes as if guilty, causing Klasu to cup her cheeks and turn her back to face him. 

“Then I’ll be your home, little wolf,” he smiled at her. “Yes?” 

The girl nodded, quickly leaning in to press a kiss on his dimpled cheek. 

“What’s your name, darling?” 

“Y/n, Alpha,” she answered him, and Klaus wanted more than anything for her to call him her father or dad, but knew that he should give her some time. 

“Lovely,” he grinned, taking her in his arms and getting up to let her in the shower and then introduce her to the rest of the Mikaelsons. 

And it wasn’t long before Klaus found himself officially adopting Y/n, making her  a Mikaelson and his heart had swollen inside his ribs when she’d so shyly asked him if she could finally call him her father. 

Over the first couple months only Klaus noticed that her gentle and empathetic nature valued deep and personal connections with people over power and attention. He also learned that the reason she hid her high intelligence and outstandingness in whatever field she chose, was because that was simply ingrained in her beta personality. 

So, gradually, books all about betas began to fill shelves in their library quarter of the house. 

“Father!” Came in a shrieking voice, followed by his ears picking up on a rapid heartbeat and he was out of the bed in an instant, checking her over to see if she was hurt and he only shook his head when he found that Kol had just been chasing her around the house, early in the morning to keep her interest while Freya made breakfast for her. 

“Good morning, little wolf,” Klaus grinned, picking her up off the ground and spinning with her in his hold, pressing as many kisses as he could all over her face as she pressed her palm against his face to keep his stubble away.

Loud giggles and squeaks echoed throughout the mansion as Klaus brought her back to bed with him, letting her lay on top of him.

It quite hurt him that she was too tall to curl up on him now, but it still felt good when her heart pressed up against his despite the many layers of bones and skin and clothing keeping them apart. 

“Uncle Kol was chasing me with his vampire speed! Tell him that that’s not fair!” She whined, looking pointedly at Kol who was shaking his head at the door. 

“You’re a wolf, little one,” Klaus began, pulling her attention back on him. “You can outrun anyone,” he smiled. 

Y/n contemplated that for a second before she moved to sit upright beside him with a pout on her mouth. “Anyone but you, father.”

Klaus laughed at that, tackling her back into bed. “You do not wish to outrun me, now do you, little wolf?” He asked her, getting out of bed and letting her cling to him on his chest as he went downstairs. He knew that as a wolf, she preferred to nuzzle anywhere she found warmth, and that his chest was one of her favourite places. 

Sitting her down on the chair next to him, Klaus let her eat her food by herself. Sure, the honey did drizzle down her chin once but he didn’t mind, instantly cleaning it up with his thumb before it could’ve slipped down any further. 

Elijah asked her questions about the storybook he had bought her a couple days prior, Rebekah asked her if the girl wanted to help her aunt pick out a dress, Kol warned her against it by threatening to chase her and Freya smacked all of them on the back of their heads, telling them off to let you eat.

“Father, are you free to paint with me after this?” Y/n asked, looking at him with eyes that had truly unintentionally turned similar to a little puppy’s. 

Klaus finished his food, noting another thing that her shyness had truly dissipated into thin air. And all that it had left behind was politeness and some convincing eyes that could get the devil to let go of a deal.

“Of course, Y/n,” he smiled, getting up and grinning when she trotted behind him happily with her own empty plate in her hand. He watched as she put it in the sink and washed her hands and mouth, letting her chug down her orange juice for once as he wiped his own mouth. 

Once again, she followed him back inside his studio like a lost puppy. Klaus came back out with the heavier and the majority of supplies in his hands while Y/n skipped behind him with the paints and the brushes in hers.

Walking into the front yard, Klaus set down all of their stuff and sat himself in front of her, chuckling when he noticed that she’d already begun twirling her brush around on her canvas, not a single thought in her mind as she let out anything that flashed in front of her eyes, onto the paper. 

Klaus on the other hand, decided to make a painting of colours chosen from her hair. Every colour he saw in the midst of her hair strands, he put it on his canvas, slowly and slowly morphing into a tree’s bark.

And when he checked upon her canvas to see where her painting was going, he felt his dimples dig inside his cheeks at the sight of every and any shade of green that she could find – perhaps in his eyes, Klaus realized when she raised her head to look into his eyes and went back to working. 

Almost all of his days went like this, waking up to her running into his room after having had a shower, holding her in his arms for a little then taking her down for breakfast, where she would convince him to paint with her for a little.

After that he’d let her go off with Eilajh to read and learn some other things by Freya that she probably needed to learn. He would be out of the mansion during that, out to mind his business and kill his own minions because of their brave stupidity. 

When he’d return to the mansion, Y/n would sleepily trod out of her bed and into his arms, let him pick her up and take her to bed where he’d just hold her and tell her how much he loved her, because someone had probably already read her a story or two. 

Some nights she would wake up crying from a nightmare about her biological father, and then she would find herself running into Klaus’ arms which were already open, having heard her rushed footsteps and broken sobs. 

Her wolf ears no longer popped out since Klaus had spent an insurmountable time helping her take her wolf under her control, but every once in a while, depending upon how bad the nightmare was, her tail would creep out of her shirt and curl itself either around Klaus’ arms or her own back, which Klaus didn’t object at seeing that she only did this when she was crying in his arms.

But once they’d finish painting, Y/n would run into the house with her and Klaus’ painting to show them off to her uncles and aunts, leaving Klaus behind to clean up the mess. But he didn’t mind it one bit, only laughing when she’d come back looking guilty and saying that she was sorry that she’d once again forgotten to help him clean up in her excitement. 

And that’s exactly what had happened just now. 

“It’s okay little wolf,” Klaus assured her. “You know I don’t mind it,” he said and let her hug him to show him just how bad she felt.

He rubbed her back, and got up with her hand in his, looking down at the back of her head and smiling as she led their way back inside. 

“Wait father!” She paused her walking. “Look, the weather has taken a turn,” she stated, pointing at the sky in which angry clouds had begun swirling, the fluffy white ones long gone. 

“Does that mean it’s reading time?” 

“Yes!” The girl shrieked, jumping up and down, making Klaus laugh as she ran off to meet up with Elijah. 

He caught himself grinning long after she had left his line of sight and shook his head, a smile still pasted on his mouth as he turned around to rule over the so-called supernatural adults whom even Y/n was smarter than. 

“I see you’ve taken a liking to playing her father, Niklaus,” a rough voice said from behind, and while it hadn’t caught Klaus off guard, what had was the fact that this man was brave and dumb enough to step a foot in such close proximity to him. 

Surely, he must have come with a death wish. 

“Roman,” Klaus said out loud the name of Y/n’s biological father, his voice full of venom and he could’ve spat at the man in front of him. “I see you’re feeling daring today, perhaps even like dying?” He proposed, taking a threatening step towards the man. 

Klaus had, the very next night of when he’d found Y/n, went on to slaughter Roman’s entire pack. He had let the man live since he wanted him to see and live through his own daughter's hatred towards him. So much hatred that she didn’t even look his way anymore, let alone call him her father.

“Let’s not get this messy, Niklaus,” Roman started but before he could’ve finished, Klaus had him pinned against the very door frame he was leaning so cockily on. 

“I’m not your friend, Roman,” he gritted through his teeth, knowing that he didn’t need to clarify any further as to what he meant by that. 

“Sir,” Roman started, stretching his neck. “I want my daughter back,” he said.

Red flashed in front of Klaus’ eyes as he sped towards Roman, tearing through his flesh and ribs to clench his heart in his fist. “I would’ve been a fan of such bravery had you not made the mistake of calling her your daughter when she fucking refuses to even recognise you,” Klaus finally spat at him, his grip on his heart so tight that it could burst due to the pressure. 

“I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat if you dare once again to call my daughter, yours, or call your lame excuse of a self, her father,” he said, pulling on his heart lightly. “She is mine, and I love her and this is her home now.”

“I am her home,” he gritted his teeth so hard that they could’ve shattered. 

Roman’s frame was beginning to get blue, knocking the realisation into Klaus that his hold on his heart was so hard that it was struggling to beat. “Go to the opposite side of the world and never look back here again,” Klaus compelled him, finally taking his hand back out of his chest. 

“Now off you go,” he said, maybe shooed. “I am sure you know that a wolf bite can only be cured by my blood,” he hissed venomously, his eyes shining golden as vampire streaks drew themselves through his skin.

And once Roman had finally sped out, Klaus let out a breath and his heart to rest again, his hands trembling at the thought of what could’ve happened right now had he not been who he truly is. 

Rushing into his room to clean himself off, Klaus rushed back out to Y/n who was currently sitting in front of Elijah. 

“Little wolf!” Klaus called for her as he stood at the doorway of the room, his vision getting blurry when she came running to him with the biggest smile on her face. 

“Yes father? Missed me, didn’t you?” She giggled teasingly, wrapping her arms around him and Klaus couldn’t help but nuzzle in the nape of her neck, holding her tightly against him as he kneeled on the floor and felt a tear slip past the slit of his eyes. 

“I love you, my little wolf,” he said, whimpering. 

“Oh, I love you too, father,” she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “You should know that I’ll always be your little wolf.”

“Forever and always, my precious” Klaus breathed, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek before resting his forehead against it for a moment, breathing in her scent and reminding himself that she’d also become his home now. 

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Anchor Up to Me, Love

Pairing: Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Reader

Warning: College AU, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Breeding Kink, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, But Leon saves the day, cause we love him, Possessive Leon S. Kennedy, Protective Leon S. Kennedy, Violence, just a lil, Leon S. Kennedy Being a Little Shit, Leon S. Kennedy is a tease. Leon S. Kennedy is a Sweetheart, I slept for 2 hours last night cause of this, bon appétit, bone apple teeth, Leon Kennedy loves eating pussy change my mind, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, POV First Person

Words: 3.3K

A/N: I wrote this in one afternoon, it was not beta'd at all. I pulled this STRAIGHT out of my ass. THIS IS NSFW. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, PLEASE GO AWAY. Title from Anchor by Novo Amor.

The campus was buzzing with hyper energy, the students littering the quad as the weather finally warmed up enough for them to comfortably rest on the green grass. My sneakers slap against the concrete as I take a deep breath in, the fresh air mingling with the student’s scents and I can’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness at the sight of the couples sprawled across the area.

I have spent half my life terrified of everyone - especially alphas - since my father’s warning when I presented. “You need to be careful, pup. Alpha’s only want one thing. You don’t want to end up like your mother - God rest her soul.” The fear it caused has definitely contributed to my self induced isolation. The scent blockers stir in my stomach, and I place a hand over my gut softly as I continue to head toward the library. I couldn’t afford the textbook, and thankfully the library had a cheap copy, but it can only be used in the library. I huff in annoyance as I mount the stairs. I step into the air conditioned building, skin prickling beneath my tee shirt. Should have worn a sweater.

The library is huge, 3 floors of walls lined with books, and the loner in me cries out in joy at seeing how deserted the stacks are. Having memorized the way already, I walk toward where they keep the textbooks and I run my fingers across the bindings until I come across where my textbook should be. I glance around to see if it was maybe misplaced before I head to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for the Understanding Earth textbook for Professor Fieldman’s class?” I ask, and the woman behind the counter looks up with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s a popular one today. There’s a young man in blue who asked for it maybe 10 minutes ago. He should be in one of the study rooms, I think Room C.” The one with the windows. I nod, glancing down at my phone for the time. That paper is due in 12 hours. I’ll have to suck it up and ask if he’s willing to share. I head up the stairs, the hushed whispers of students giggling on the second floor catches my attention as I rub my fingers over my arms to warm them. The straps of my backpack are becoming more and more noticeable the longer the bag rests on my shoulders, and the girls’ voices become audible. “Wasn’t he adorable? He’s in my criminology class. His scent is intoxicating.” I scoff at their words. I walk toward the closed oak door before lightly rapping my knuckles on the varnished surface, and I crack it open as I hear a voice speak. Please be a beta. Please be a beta. Please be a beta.

“Yeah?” The door opens a bit more and that’s when I see him, strong hands hovering over the keys of his laptop, bright blue eyes trained on me as I stand in the doorway, my cheeks probably red from embarrassment.

“Hi,” I say before introducing myself with my name. “I know this is probably weird, but Professor Fieldman assigned a paper due tonight and I need some sources. Would you mind if I shared the textbook with you?” I ask, definitely speaking too fast as the anxiety crawls up my throat, tasting an awful lot like bile. He chuckles and that’s when his scent hits my nose. Those girls weren’t lying. He smells like pine and citrus, which you wouldn’t normally assume would mix, but something about the way it mingles as it enters my nose, my whole body flushes,, and I wonder if it’s because of him being an alpha or just him in general.

“I’m Leon. Leon Kennedy. And no, I don’t mind at all,” he says kindly, scooting his chair over a bit and pushing the textbook closer to the chair next to him. I should not sit next to him. His scent is already almost overwhelming and I’ve been in here for all of 1 minute. I find myself walking forward as I hear the door close behind me and I sit down in the black mesh swivel chair next to Leon. He gives me a small smile before I realize he probably thinks I’m a beta. My scent blockers should be enough. When is my heat due again? I vaguely wonder as I slip my backpack onto the floor next to me and pull out my laptop, opening the document to this stupid paper. “The paper on your favorite mineral and its multitude of uses?” He asks, glancing at my screen and I nervously huff out a laugh.

“Yup. I went with obsidian.” I say as I look back at him. His eyes are like two pools of blue, oceans in their entirety and threatening to drag me under and drown me.

“Good choice. Quartz,” he points his thumb at himself with a small smile as he runs his fingers through his hair before training his eyes on his paper. We sit in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes before the first cramp shoots through my gut. I press a hand to the muscle, hoping pressure will relieve the ache before it increases. I tense up as I groan, dropping my head to the cool desk as my skin feels like it’s on fire. “Are you okay?” He asks, placing a hand on my back, and the warmth of his hand makes me release a very different kind of groan, which I try to muffle by clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip, so hard I may be drawing blood. Heat washes over me and I vaguely register that I am absolutely going into heat right here, next to this alpha I just met. I reach down for my phone to check, and that’s when I realize that I am a week early for my heat.

“I’m fine, I just need to go, I’m sorry,” I whisper, and I stand quickly, slamming my laptop closed much harder than I should before practically throwing it into my backpack, slinging the fabric over my shoulders before I feel a hand lightly wrap around my wrist, not restraining me, just… catching my attention.

“I’m sorry, I can go if you need the-” Leon trails off, his voice fading into silence as his eyes widen. “You’re an omega?” He asks, and I know my scent blockers aren’t very effective anymore. Not against a sudden onset of heat in the middle of the day. I nod smally, feeling tiny compared to this alpha, despite him still sitting down in his own chair. The place where his skin meets mine on my wrist tingles, sending sparks up and down my arm as I am suddenly extremely grateful that I didn’t wrap myself in a sweatshirt. I’d be sweating through it by now.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, taking a deep breath while facing away from me, as if he’s trying to compose himself before he speaks again. “Sorry, you’re just… You smell amazing…” He practically rasps, voice dropping to a painfully attractive octave. “I thought you were a beta when you walked in. You shouldn’t be out this close to your heat,” he mumbles, still unable to meet my eyes.

“I’m not due for a week. Trust me, I intend to go home,” I explain, and he nods as he lets go of my wrist. Without another word, I walk briskly to the door. I don’t breathe until I’m out in the fresh air, trying to wash Leon’s scent from my nose before I begin to practically sprint toward the parking lot where my car is. I’m almost there when I hear whistles behind me. Oh no.

“Where you going, pretty ‘mega?” My hands shake violently, slick pouring into the center of my panties due to the incoming heat, and I hear several sets of footsteps behind me. There are at least 3 of them. A cold hand lands on my shoulder and I yelp, dropping my keys to the tarmac as tears brim in my eyes. The alpha spins me around as his friends snigger behind him and his hard body presses me against the nearest vehicle, hands roaming over my jean covered thighs as the hot tears pour down my cheeks. His scent is vile, aggression and sweat wafting off of him in waves, and his nose runs along the column of my throat. “You smell so good, baby. How about you let me take care of your little problem?” His voice is gravely and harsh, tongue licking up my neck to taste my sweat. “God, I’m gonna knot you so-”

“Get the fuck off of her.” A voice says, and it takes my mind only moments to realize it’s Leon.

“Fuck off, finder’s keepers.” I squeeze my eyes closed so tightly that harsh colors flash across my darkened vision, and my hands push against his cotton tee shirt pointlessly.

“Then how about this?” The weight is gone, ripped from my body and I open my eyes to see that Leon has physically ripped the guy off of me and I watch as his body collides with the vehicle next to us, the white metal slightly dented from where his head hit before Leon’s fists tighten in his shirt, pressing him into the truck. “Touch my omega again, and you won’t be leaving unless it’s in a body bag.” Leon lets him go and we both watch as the alpha runs away, followed by his lackeys. If he had a tail, it’d be between his legs.

I sink to the ground, knees pressed to my chest and my hands press into the dark concrete. “Holy…”

“Are you okay?” Leon is there, crouching at my level. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” I shake my head, hands twitching, begging me to reach out and touch him and I can’t stop them as one lands on his shoulder.

“I just want to feel safe... Can you hold me?” I whisper, and it’s only seconds before his palms skim along my bare arms. Feeling like I’ve been shocked with straight electricity, my gasp escapes as I shift to press my nose into his shirt, the blue cotton/spandex mix beneath my lips driving me up a wall and rushing more slick into the gusset of my panties.

“Of course.” His words are soft, fingers carding through my hair in soothing motions. His lips are soft as they press to my temple and I clutch his shirt tightly in my fists. “What do you need?” He asks, making sure to address me by my name.

“You, alpha…” I whisper, desperation in my tone. “Please…”

“Fuck…” Leon mumbles, nodding and accidentally brushing his nose through my hair, and he groans. “Okay, come on.”

The kisses are all tongues and teeth, lips connected as teeth nibble at the already plump flesh as the door opens. Thank god he has an apartment, cause Dad would never let me bring home an alpha for him to fuck me through my heat. The room smells overwhelmingly like him, air fresheners be damned. Palms on hips, slipping into the waistband of denim, untucking shirts, fingers dancing across skin and I tug on the hem of his light blue shirt, silently pleading for it to come off.

“Need something, sweet girl?” He chuckles, a teasing edge to his voice. A whine slips from my lips into his mouth and he pulls back to press our noses together, foreheads in contact as he looks into my eyes. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Off, please, Leon.” Well, he said words. I managed that. He peels the fabric from his chest, my eyes raking over the exposed muscles and soft flesh.

“Eyes up here, ‘mega.” His finger slides under my chin, bringing my eyes to his as our lips collide again before parting to remove my own tee shirt, dropping the cotton onto a pile on top of his. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers under his breath. Before I can process the movements, my feet are off the ground before I feel the weight of the couch beneath me as he tugs on my waistband. “Can I taste you, ‘mega? Please?”

“Mhm,” I hum through my bitten lip, teeth pressing into the tender flesh as I help him remove my tight jeans, my panties flying somewhere in his apartment as he buries his mouth against my cunt without further question.

His name leaves my lips in a squeak as my fingers thread through his dark blonde locks, tugging the strands lightly as his tongue laps at my sex. Growls rumble from his chest as he sucks gently on my clit, the suction forcing gasps and moans from my mouth; I look down and find those intoxicating blue eyes locked on me, the wet sounds coming from my center absolutely lewd. How do people live without this?

“Do you want my knot?” The question should require more thought. More attention.

“Yes. Please alpha, need it.” Leon stands, lips and chin coated with my shiny slick, and I watch as he licks the fluid off his lips before using his fingers to wipe off the remainder before sucking them into his mouth. Oh fuck, that’s hot. Nimble fingers undo the buttons of his jeans, tugging the zipper down tauntingly. “Leon.” His name comes out as a frustrated groan, and I’m gifted by the sweet sound of his light chuckle.

“Patience is a virtue, sweet girl.” I groan, a small laugh of my own filling the air as he comes up to kneel between my thighs, the skin of my ass pressing against his thighs as he leans forward to rub his cock along the length of my core. “Fucking shit, got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, ‘mega. Have you ever had a knot before?” He asks, rolling his hips so his tip bumps against my clit and I shake my head no. “Have you ever had sex with anyone?”

“No…” I admit, hands coming up to press against my hot cheeks.

“That’s okay, ‘mega. Do you want to keep going?” I peek between my fingers to see his soft smile. He is willing to stop for my comfort. “I can make you come in other ways if you don’t want-”

“I want your knot, please Leon.” My hips cant on their own accord, rubbing against him and his groan quickly dissolves into a huff of laughter, the sound filled with affection and gentleness.

“Okay, baby. We’ll take this slow, okay?” His head nudges at my opening, pressing the head in. The slight burn doesn’t last as my body adjusts to him, his arms caging me in on both sides of my head filling each of my senses with nothing but Leon, Leon, Leon. It continues like this, him pressing his length pressing in an inch or two before he pauses, huffy breaths puffing against my face as his peppers my face in soft kisses, my hands cupping his jaw and nape of his neck to feel some semblance of balance as he splits me open. I have nothing to compare it to, but he feels pretty big to me. Finally after a painstakingly long time, his hips press forward, flush with mine, and we both release shaky pants at the sensations.

“Please move,” I whimper as my hands shift to dig into the firm muscle of his shoulders, dull nails leaving crescents in his flesh.

“Anything for you, my sweet little omega.” The sweet words are quickly drowned out as he begins a leisurely pace, and I can feel the drag of his cock against my walls at every movement he makes. Kissing is futile by this point; We’re practically just breathing into each other’s mouths. His pace begins to steadily climb, faster and harder as his deft fingers rub soft circles over my bud, my head thrown back in response to the new sensation. “Does that feel good, sweet girl?” I nod before his earlier command rings through my ears.

“Yeah, Leon… Feels so good.”

“Such a perfect little omega, my omega.” The possessive tone sends a wave of heat straight down my spine as he continues. “That alpha touching you earlier… God I wanted to rip his throat out…” Hips slapping harder against mine as my moans grow in pitch, his name practically the only coherent sound that can be heard from my lips.

“Yours, alpha. All yours.” The blonde nuzzles into my neck, teeth grazing across my sweat slicked skin. He speaks, and it takes a nip to my ear to realize he’s speaking, my focus being tugged between the wet sounds of us meeting, his teeth on my neck, his scent in my nose, and his dirty words in my ears.

I want to claim you.

Fill you til it spills from that tight little pussy.

Want my babies, sweetheart?

Knock you up, god you’d look so pretty carrying my babies, ‘mega.

I nod blindly, barely unable to form words anymore as I’m so fucked out, so cockdrunk.

“Yes, please, fill me. Want it. Want you.” I groan in protest as he pulls out, emptiness bringing tears to my eyes before his gentle caress causes me to peel my eyes open to meet his. I’m greeted with a new sight. This isn’t just Leon.

This is my alpha.

“Present for me, ‘mega.” I nod, flipping over so my knees press into the scratchy fabric of the couch, arms resting on the arm rest as my body arches for him practically unconsciously. This is how it feels to find your mate. Callused hands trace the skin of my back, rubbing softly over the skin of my ass before his tip presses against my opening again, sliding in much easier than before, the wet slick aiding in creating a smooth glide and I practically feel him in my throat as he resumes a fast pace. Mumbles of curses fall into the air, sweaty skin pressing to my back, giving him access to whisper in my ear.

“I want you to come for me. I’ll give you my knot if you do.” The rough tips of his fingers return to my clit, rubbing much faster circles as the band in my gut pulls tight. “Come for me, omega.” That’s all it takes. I come with a yelp of his name, followed by a chorus of ‘alpha’s mixing with ‘Leon’. He growls, leaning forward to press the expanding ring of muscle into my pussy as his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck, locking us together in every sense of the words.

Gentle hands maneuver us to our sides, his warm body spooning as he grabs the blanket from the back of his couch to drape it over us as the sweat on our skin rapidly cools in the now chilly air of his living room.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, lips pressing soft kisses across my exposed flesh, and he sounds almost guilty. I nod sleepily, reaching back to run fingers through his hair with a chuckle. “Something funny, cutie?”

“I don’t think sharing the textbook is gonna be an issue anymore.” At my words, we both burst into a fit of giggles, panting breaths as I turn my head to press our lips together before I gasp, hands coming up to my mouth.

“What?”

“My dad is gonna kill us.” I admit with a nervous laugh.

“Nah. I meet parents like a champ.” His face practically drips with confidence and I chuckle.

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah. Look at my face. This is the face of ‘I’m absolutely not sleeping with your daughter’.” The laughter is uncontainable now.

Oh yeah. Definitely.

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[theblueflower05]

Hmmm how about Alpha!reader overstimulating Omaga!Lo’ak because she was jealous seeing him being a little too nice to another female alpha. So she punishes him from sunset to sunrise. Idk if this is any good but just a thought, Love. ABSOLUTELY LOVING YOUR A/B/O series, can’t wait for the next chapter 😘

This is probs my fave slutty ask I’ve gotten. When I saw it I fucking SCREAMED.

It also is kind of a sister story to my Tsireya x Jealous Reader. Like same same, but flipped.

You’re possessive, and it’s not something that you hide.

Lo’ak learned it pretty early on in your relationship. You’re an extremely transparent person, you wear your emotions on your face and your heart on your sleeve. He appreciates it because it because as someone who’s always eager and anxious to impress, you don’t keep him guessing much. You tell him what you feel, what you want.

And you want him to be yours, and only yours.

Smut under the cut

It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

You’re not nasty about it- you don’t snarl at him for spending time with his friends and family. You encourage other healthy relationships in his life. You’re a good woman, his father reassures him proudly. A good alpha, Neytiri tacks on for good measure.

You have zero tolerance for other alphas touching what is yours.

You’re gentle, a weaver. Not known to the clan as a warrior or hunter. Your parents are passed onto Eywa, and even when they were still Pandora bound, they weren’t high standing members of the clan- and yet. You’ve carved out a place for yourself. You’re respected, as a young capable alpha in your prime.

You don’t enjoy fighting, don’t enjoy being angry or violent. But you will become so, to protect what is yours.

Lo’ak had never seen your temper flare the way it had earlier, down at the beach.

It was a little scary- to see you like that. Your powder blue eyes that are usually so soft had gone hard, your pupils slits. The snarl that had left you had made almost all around you take a step back- it was all Alpha. Powerful. Full of rage. A warning for bloodshed.

It had taken two Alphas, twice your size, to drag you off and he’d watched with large golden eyes. In complete shock. At the unfortunate unfolding of the situation-

“What are you doing? Go to her, you skxawng ” his elder brother had hissed at him, kicking him into action.

Lo’ak had followed like a Viper wolf pup as you broke away from the other alphas- snatching out of their grasps with a huff- and had made your way back to your shared home.

He feels like shit, horribly bad, as he enters the Mauri. His tail between his legs and his ears twitching on his head.

You’re pacing, back and forth. Clearly still upset. Your chest is heaving and your thick take twitches sporadically-

“Y/N” he murmurs, calling to you because you won’t look at him.

You just continue on. Still raging. And it’s hard to watch- especially knowing that he had caused the whole thing.

“Yawne, please-“ he continues, coming forward and reaching out to you. His large five fingered hand coming around your petite wrist.

“No. Do NOT touch me right now” You yank, hard out of his hold, and finally turn to him.

What he sees breaks his heart.

Your eyes are big and swimming, tears leave tracks as they rush down your face. He’d never seen you cry, not like this. The sight alone has the hair on the back of his neck raising-

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Mamas, don’t cry” his tone is hushed, hesitant. He doesn’t know what to do. Everything in him is telling him to rush to you. To hold you, to make you hold him.

“I’m not crying because I’m sad” you snap at him, hating how he’s looking at you with that pitying gaze. “I’m so fucking angry right now Lo’ak”

You almost never call him by his real name- it’s always affectionate pet names. Hearing it makes his ears lower, flat into his braids.

“I could fucking kill her” you seethe. Continuing, because you have to get this anger out somehow “I don’t care if she’s the Olo’eyktans daughter- how dare she lay her hands on you! You’re mated- you wear my bite!”

Tsireya had been a problem for months now. She had always had her eye on Lo’ak and who could blame her? The Omega was gorgeous. Capable. He’d passed his Iknimaya and was a valued hunter.

And he had a fucking wife.

You thought that she’d get that through her thick skull.

And yet her advances never seemed to stop. They were usually small- barley there things. Occurrences that drove you crazy but that you couldn’t really prove.

“She was just being nice-“ Lo’ak urges and you scoff.

“Don’t. Don’t play dumb when I know how smart you are. She touched your scent gland- she may as well have scented you. I can still smell her on you. Even now” you’re voice is shaking as you try to control it.

Lo’ak feels horrible.

He’d chalked Tsireya’s actions up to kindness- since he had arrived in Awa’atlu the Alpha and future Tsahik had been nothing but nice to him and his family. He’d noticed her advances and while flattered, had ignored them. Pushed them to the side.

Why would he focus on any other Alpha when he had you?

He shouldn’t have let it get this far. She was helping train him, like she used to. It was all supposed to be innocent-

The weight of the reality of the situation is crushing. Another Alpha had touched his scent gland. So be it it was the one in his wrist, the most innocent. But still.

A lump sticks in his throat as panic rises in his chest.

What if…what if this changed things? He had been so hesitant, so confused when you’d courted him. Had been even more so when you bonded him. You’re so good, too good for him.

Had you finally gained clarity? Had it donned on you that he wasn’t worth being with?

“Please” Lo’ak begs as he reaches out for you only to be rebuffed once more. It makes hot tears sting at his eyes “please, I’ll be better. I won’t let anything like that happen again- don’t make me leave. Don’t leave me”

Your eyes snap to his and your mouth pulls into a deep frown. You’re too pretty to look so upset. He hates it.

Lo’ak drops to his knees, right in front of you. His neck tilting to the side, his braids falling away. His clear, unprotected throat on display for you.

Only the faint scarring of his bite mark visible.

It’s the ultimate form of submission. Even most Omegas don’t give it so freely. Showing one’s mating bite is intimate. Big. Off limits.

A small gasp leaves your mouth.

He doesn’t care.

He needs you to get it. To understand.

“I’m yours” he vows, like he had the first night youd made Tsaheylu. The first night he’d taken your knot. The first night he’d felt your teeth sink into his skin.

Your hand cups his face and he leans into it. Your still shaking. Still haven’t calmed down. “You’re mine?”

“Yeah.” He whispers, his tongue coming out to wet his dry lips “I’m yours”

“Prove it”

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He knew you weren’t going to go easy on him, but holy fuck.

There was no way to foresee just what the night would entail.

You could make Lo’ak cry from pleasure on any given day. Your pretty pussy, your hot mouth, your skilled hands? They could all bring him to tearful orgasms, easily.

This is something different. Lo’ak feels like he’s been broken down to bare bones, to the base of who he is.

It’s been hours, the sky had turned from blue to black- and was on its way to being blue once more. The birds chirp as the dawn breaks-

And still you give him no reprieve.

He’s a mess- flat in his back on the thread bare bed mat. The sheets and bedding had been pushed away ages ago- there was nothing to tangle himself in. To ground himself with.

He can only lay there and take what you give him.

You’d been fucking him for hours. Bouncing on top of his hard cock relentlessly.

The worst part is is that you don’t even look worse off.

No, You’re goddess as you’re perched on-top of him. Beautiful and ethereal- and wrathful.

You ride him like you have something to prove, your hips moving in dizzying circles. You’re so fucking wet, the juices from your pussy drop down, coating your thighs and his groin- you have to be close to coming.

And yet you don’t. That glorious knot never locks around him. He never gets the fulfillment that he truly needs.

You’ve wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him throughout the night- but you haven’t let him cum inside of you. And you haven’t knotted him-

It’s fucking torture. His body needs it. His cock screams, not recieving the intense pressure of you constricting around him when he shoots off is painful. It leaves him feeling frustrated and unsatisfied.

“Please” he gurgles out the plea as he feels the base of his tail start to tingle- a clear sign of the incoming orgasm.

You glare down at him “please, what?”

Lo’aks eyes squeeze shut, the tears running consistently into his hair line. He’s wet everywhere- sticky. A complete mess.

“Please knot me, Alpha. I need your knot”

It’s nasally and whiney and way too fucking loud. Deep down, he knows he should be ashamed of it. The neighbors can hear him getting worked over like this, punishes beyond belief, but he can’t bring himself to care.

If you want them to hear, then he’ll make sure they do.

He’ll do anything you ask.

Your eyes are hard, unforgiving. Still puffy from the furious tears you’d shed and Lo’ak can’t help it.

He reaches up with weak arms to cup your pretty face. His large thumbs rub soothing circles in the delicate skin under your eyes “love you, Y/N. I’m so sorry…I never want to do anything to hurt you”

You go soft on top of him, your hips stoping their mean swivel as all of the fight seems to drain from your body. Your head hangs. Tendrils of your long hair fall in your face-

“As I love you, sweet Omega”

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Listen I could go in but I’m gonna cut it there lol somehow I end up writing whole ass mini fics for these asks! They’re just too good!

[last-herondale]

“Honesty”

Twilight x FemReader (Team Jacob)

Swearing, angst

Tw: mention of abuse, death,

A/N: Hellllooo. I had a scene idea where the reader, who is Jacob’s imprint, has an uncomfortable conversation with Edward Cullen, basically calling him out on his bullshit. This scene takes place during the events of BD pt 1; before Bella gives birth.

I have other fics that follow this head cannon that I will link below, if you’re interested!

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Forks had always been lovely to you, especially in the Fall. Leaves scattered the ground outside of the Cullen’s house- or mansion was more like it- and the wind was blowing softly through the trees, making a calming music under the night sky. Jacob, Leah, and Seth had gone out on patrol. You had been out for most of the morning and afternoon, monitoring the makeshift parameter around the Cullen house for any signs of Sam and his pack. His pack. The idea still felt odd to you, that there would ever be more than one pack. But Jacob had broken the bond. He was his own Alpha now.

It was never a choice for you, not really, when Jacob left the pack. He was your tether to the world. Wherever he went, you would follow. And so here you were, aiding the love of your life in protecting the girl he loved, and her unborn child. You wondered what you had done in your past life to have made fate design your life the way it had. It was starting to become slightly humorous. You sat on the bottom of the Cullen’s steps, leaning your body on the sleek siding and resting your head. You were exhausted, both mentally and physically from the past couple of days. Constantly being alert, constantly being in wolf form, was draining to say the least.

“You are more than welcome to use a chair,” a cool, familiar voice said behind you. Your body tensed instinctively, as the eerie silent presence of Edward Cullen stood beside you. “I’m fine here, thanks,” you muttered. Edward said nothing but took a few steps closer. “May I?” He asked, indicating to the spot beside you. You just shrugged, refusing to look at him. He sat down next to you and sat there in silence for a moment. The smell of him, the sickly-sweet stench of a vampire, crept into your nostrils. You had adjusted to the smell months ago, during the newborn battle, but even still, it made your body tense.

“How is Bella?” You finally ask. You had seen her before going on patrol this morning, and she looked as she had the day before. On the cusp of death. Edward clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to admit she was worse, and so the two of you just sat there. “You are very hard to read,” Edward finally said. That made you turn your head towards him, your eyebrows arched. “What?” “You’re different then the others. I’ve never been able to get quite a grasp of your thoughts. Just snippets here and there,” he said this as if he was mildly frustrated.

“You can’t read my thoughts?” You asked, slightly amused. “Not exactly,” he admitted, “I can still read bits and pieces, like strong emotions or muted memories… but specific thoughts no, I cant. It’s similar to Bella’s father, Charlie, but a little bit more difficult.”

“Well,” you sighed, “I’m not surprised.” Edward gave you a patient look, waiting for you to continue. “When I first joined the pack, they had a difficult time hearing my thoughts too. I could hear them down the bond just fine, but I sounded muffled and far away to them. They don’t know why I’m like this, but it seems as though you’re not the only one who can’t crack my head.”

“How does that work then? How do you communicate with them if they can’t hear you?” He seemed genuinely curious, and you just shrugged. “I don’t know, I just learned that yelling certain thoughts down the bond can break through. But I prefer it this way,” you said, “I don’t need everyone to know what’s in my head.”

It had been an unforeseen blessing. For whatever reason, your mind was guarded in a way that you didn’t understand. It was how you were able to hide your imprint from Jacob and the rest of the pack.

Edward was quiet in thought for a while, and you wished he would leave you alone. He was the last person you wanted to talk to. “I can hear that you know,” Edward said quietly. “Hear what?” You asked in a flat tone. “Your anger towards me. You’ve been feeling that quite strongly today.” He said it so matter of factly that you glared at him. “Is that why you’re out here? To figure out why I’m mad at you?” You asked between gritted teeth.

“I would feel better knowing, yes.” He said cooly. “Feel better?” You laughed bitterly, “why would I want to make you feel better, after the shit you pulled today?”

You bit your lip immediately after the words came out. Edward’s face softened slightly as realization hit him. “Ah,” he said, “this is about what I said to Jacob.” You clenched your jaw when he mentioned his name. You had heard the conversation play over in Jacob’s head repeatedly this morning. He couldn’t hide his thoughts from you, and you were infuriated with what had occurred.

“She could have a whole litter of puppies if that’s what she wants. Please Jacob.”

You gritted your teeth at the memory. Edward had wanted to use Jacob for his own purposes. He knew Jacob’s willingness, his absolute need to keep Bella alive, and he was willing to further shatter Jacob’s heart in order to achieve his goal. You had nearly convulsed with anger that morning, and kept far away from Jacob and the Cullens.

You stood up and began walking away from Edward, anger fueling your tired body. Suddenly he was in front of you, his face looking at the ground apologetically.

“Please understand, I was trying to save her,” his voice sounded oddly strained, “I wouldn’t have asked him if there was any other way.” You said nothing, your heart pounded as you moved past him and continued into the woods. “I understand that you love him (y/n)-“ Edward said loudly. You spun on your heel, red blazing in your vision as you stuck your finger in Edward’s face.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You hissed, “You understand nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING!” You kept your voice low, so as to not alert anyone in the house, or any of your pack that might be close by. Edward did not flinch from you, but he held his gaze that almost seemed sympathetic. You wanted to punch him.

“I may not know the full extent of what imprinting means,” he began cautiously, “But I know enough of what i can see through your eyes when you are around him. I’ve at least felt a fraction of your imprint bond with him, and even then I know how far that connection lies.”

“You know nothing,” you spat again.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do for him?” Edward challenged, his voice steady and low, “to keep him safe? To protect him?”

You gave a dry laugh, “is that what you think love is? Protecting and shielding? Is that what you’ve done for Bella since you’ve known her, because you’ve done a stand up job so far.”

Edward gave a low snarl at the mention of Bella’s name. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you snapped, “You do not get to have a pity party with me right now. Not after everything you’ve done.” You had never been so short with Edward before. You had always kept your emotions at bay, not only for Jacob’s sake, but for Bella’s as well. But today was not one of those days.

“Yes, I imprinted on Jacob,” you hissed, hating to admit this under these terms, to Edward of all people. “From the first day I met him, we have been bonded in a way that you will never understand. Do you know what that means?” Edward said nothing, his lips stayed in a hard line, letting you continue. “It means that for the past year, I have had to endure his pain, his anger, and his heartache.”

The words felt almost freeing to say, to admit out loud. For so long you had to conceal these emotions, curb your thoughts in order to play as the peacemaker. “I am there for him in any capacity that he needs me to be. I try, in every way possible to piece his heart together from the damage that she has inflicted on him since she moved here!”

“Do not blame this on her!” He growled.

“Is she blameless though?” You snapped back, fury grew in your chest. “The way she uses Jacob for comfort, strings him along to make herself feel whole, all the while he gets the short end of the stick? Tell me how that isn’t her fault?” You felt the transformation at the base of your spine. Your body wanted, no- needed a release. Usually you were so careful, but right now your emotions were spilling out at a dangerous pace. Dangerous thoughts filled your head. How life would have been like had Bella never shown up to Forks. How much heartache everyone would be saved. Then you wouldn’t have to be having this stupid conversation with Edward Cullen.

You knew by the look in his eyes that he was able to pick up on a few tidbits of your thoughts. You thought maybe he would lunge at you for thinking of Bella like that, but instead he just sighed and crossed his arms.

“You don’t mean that,” he said calmly, “You don’t blame Bella. You don’t hate her, no matter how much you may try to convince yourself to.”

You clenched your hands. You hated him telling you what you thought, but he was right wasn’t he? You didn’t hate Bella. You never did. The two of you had become close friends over the past year. Whenever she wasn’t with Jacob, Bella oftentimes found herself at Emily’s house- talking with you. All of the memories you had with Bella, the gentle, shy, and rather determined girl that she was, flooded through your mind, cooling the fire in your blood. She was one of your best friends. You had even been a bridesmaid at her wedding. That’s why you could never force yourself to hate her, even if Jacob was in love with her.

You narrowed your eyes at Edward, embers of anger still simmering in your blood.

“You’re right, this isn’t Bella’s fault,” you agreed, “it’s yours.” Edward kept his mouth shut, almost as if he agreed with you. “When you left Bella, you destroyed her. Mentally, physically. She was as good as dead!” You hissed. Edward flinched at your words but you kept going. “When you left, he helped heal her heart. He drove himself mad trying to make her feel better, all while struggling with his own transformation.”

“Jacob does so much for her,” you said in a shaky breath, “He has risked his life for her, he deserted his family to be here for her, he nearly died-“ you choked off the last word. The image of Jacob being crushed by the newborn made you sick to your stomach.

“Bella is alive because of him, and yet you have the audacity to ask more of him? To use him as a pawn? He deserves more than that.” You finally finished. “Do you think you’re the only one who risks losing everything if things don’t work out?” You hadn’t been stupid. You knew the likely hood of Bella’s death if she was determined to have this child. You knew what chain of events that would lead too. Edward had already proven what he would do if he lost Bella, and you had seen Jacob contemplate similar outcomes in his head, many of them were too painful to watch.

Edward gave you a sympathetic look, and his face softened. You wondered what he saw from your thoughts. If your words were enough to reach him in any capacity.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, “I truly am. For everything. I’m just terrified that I’m going to lose her…” for a moment he even looked vulnerable. You had never seen him like this. And you never thought that once this moment came that you would feel… pity for him. After everything.

“Look, Edward,” you began, uncertain of how to approach him, “I know you want to protect Bella. I know what it’s like to have your whole existence revolve around someone. I know what it’s like to want to do everything you possibly can to ensure that they are safe, to want them to be happy, to feel loved…but sometimes we have to take into account what they want, no matter how much it may kill us.”

“Jacob may never stop loving Bella. He might always choose her, no matter what I do. And that’s his choice. I would never want to force him to be anything or anyone that he isn’t.” The words stung as they left your mouth, but they felt true, rumbling deep in your chest.

“ And you need to do the same for Bella. She wants this baby. She is choosing to have this baby. You cannot force her out of this without risking her hating you for the rest of your life. I know you might think that’s the better alternative, that at least then she would be safe, but hate and resentment has a way of killing just as fast. Besides, Bella is stronger than you think. How many times does she have to prove that to you?”

Edward thought on your words for a moment. The night sky burned its stars around the edge of the forest. The wind was cool against your warm skin and it blew tendrils of your hair around your face. Edward looked thoughtful, his golden eyes pierced through the night. Finally, he stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, his skin hard and cold to the touch.

“Thank you, (y/n). I needed to hear that.” Edward removed his hand off of you and put his hands in his pockets. “Fear is such a human emotion, and I think it has brought out the most desperate side of me as of recently. I am truly sorry. For everything.”

The two of you held eye contact. Words felt meaningless at this point. Your brain was tired and your nerves were fried. You felt as if you bared your soul. You never felt more exposed and raw as you did then. Whats done is done. You just nodded to Edward and turned towards the forest and began walking. There was no point in resting now, so you decided that you might as well join the patrol.

“I wont mention this to him,” Edward said softly, low enough to where you could hear as you walked away, “I hope one day he realizes just how much he is loved.”

And with that final tear in your heart, you shifted into your wolf form and ran off into the forest, leaving Edward Cullen alone in the dark.

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Dire Circumstances

This post comes as a bit of a break from my current cruise storyline as it's been a special request from a friend of mine who is very much into werewolves, and has just had some very good news, so I promised I would push this ahead as a celebration.

There were 8 of you he fucked that night 9 or so months ago. 7 of your pack sisters and you. Only one pregnancy had taken – damn the poor genetics of Were creatures – so of course you were the centre of attention as the little gift he gave you grew inside. 41 weeks now of no shifting, being stuck in human form, watching your belly balloon out to this distended lump you can’t help but hold as another contraction wracks you from the inside.

You’re doing as tradition dictates – when it comes time to give birth you travel to the wilderness to become one with nature. You’re well aware of the process of giving birth - you’ve blended into human society for years as a midwife. You’ve seen – and helped – countless human babies into the world. But Were babies were different. Typically bigger for starters – though pregnancies for Were folk were so rare you had only seen 2 in your entire life.

Thankfully your species live a long time by human standards and have an innate ability to heal their wounds. But you still feel pain, and as the muscles cramping around your midsection finally relent you swear under your breath at the fact that Were creatures can’t use traditional human pain relief methods.

You’re the pack midwife but you’re joined by your mother on this journey as someone suitable to guide you through the trials of birthing. 2 of your pack sisters are along to provide support. And him. ‘Four-large-paws’ as he was christened by the pack many years ago – or his more traditional human name – Jack. This man was a hulking mass of a creature in both his human and wolf forms. Even transformed to a wolf as he is now, he was shoulder height with you. He certainly wore the dire wolf shape with pride.

He was our pack alpha. Our protector. Father of our spawn. Lets be honest - big wolf had a big dick which felt really good 9 months ago. Now his big baby had resulted in your monstrous bump sticking out in front, and the child you carried was wanting to get out and it fucking hurts.

You’d shed your clothes a long time ago. Even though you were outside in the breeze you were simply too hot. There’s a blanket on the floor you were resting on as you groan out loud both hands pressed tight into your belly as the next contraction picks up. They felt like they were on top of each other. The transition stage the humans called it. For humans it lasts a mercifully short time. You didn’t have the god of mercy on your side as you enter the second hour of non stop relentless muscle pain.

“How is she doing?” Jack asked, shifting from his wolf form to human, and as a result, as naked as you were. He’d just returned from another patrol on the outskirts of the camp, wanting to be actively doing something rather than sit and watch, feeling powerless.

“9 centimetres” replied your mother. “She’s almost there. I remember this stage with her. You want to give up but your body keeps constantly reminding you that you have a job to do.” You manage a nod in between your groans. It was a great honour to birth for the pack but why did it have to hurt so damned much.

You suddenly gasp as a splash of water escapes between your legs. Your waters had broken. Another step towards the end. The problem was that the cushion that the waters had once given you had also disappeared, and now you felt the baby within you grind relentlessly into your pelvis.

You have a moment of doubt wondering if your hips could even manage to birth this baby – you had an ultrasound last week which suggested it could be up to 12 pounds by human standards. Normally that would be cause for alarm and even suggestions that a natural birth would not be possible, but Werewolf babies were always born big and your species was able to cope, your hips separating, your ligaments loosening to accommodate the much larger infant within the birth canal.

You throw your head back and howl – as best as you could do with the vocal cords of a human, it was much easier as a wolf – as your hand reaches down between your legs, your fingers reaching in past wet folds of skin as you press into your vagina feeling for signs of the baby. You once felt the bag expanding out, thinking the baby was just behind it, but now you couldn’t feel anything.

You roll over and grunt as you push yourself up off the ground, the 3 other ladies jumping in to help you up. With their help you scramble to your feet between contractions and plod over to a tree, leaning against it as the next one picks up.

The liquids are still dripping slow drops from between your legs, so you stand with a wide stance, trying your hardest to keep it dropping on the floor rather than running down your leg and causing you an irritation – you had enough things going on to keep you annoyed with your body right now.

You breathe in deep, soothing breaths as you had told mothers to be countless times before and you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that whilst it's working a little, it feels like a whistle in a hurricane for the amount of difference it really makes to the pain you experience.

“Can I help pull it out?” Jack asked. He was certainly a good carer for the pack, but when he felt powerless, he reverted to type – overcoming something with physical power rather than logic.

“No child.” your mother responded. Normally the pack alpha would not be allowed to be responded to in such a submissive manner, but as your mother counted as a pack elder, she had more leeway than most – after all she had seen Jack grow from a pup herself before the death of the previous Alpha, where Jack had succeeded to leadership in a trial of combat amongst his peers. “A woman must face this trial alone. Mother Gaia would not permit the Were children to be cut out of their mother like the humans. The mother must bear the children as our ancestors did many generations ago.”

“Believe me, it fucking sucks!” you scream as you squat down lower using the tree for support as you let out an involuntary push.

“You’re close, push when your body tells you to” your mother jumps in, realising that you are close to losing all control and your body taking over.

“Never mind it telling me, it’s shouting at me” you gasp as you bear down again, fingers pressing tight into the bark of the tree, trying to do anything to help relieve some of the pain and frustration you were feeling.

The naked dire wolf turned human walked towards you and showing care and affection, he pressed his body against you, large hands covering yours on the tree. He took one and placed it on your belly, felling the muscles within tense and contract as you took the opportunity to yell in pain. His other hand held you up and kept you from buckling at the knees now that your bracing against the tree had been lost.

Oddly it helped you cope. You felt his grizzled bearded face press against your neck as you pressed your body back into his, his muscled frame providing you an anchor to focus on. Still the seemingly relentless pain ached your insides, and the scant moments of relief as you actively pushed seemed to provide less and less comfort as you felt yourself fill up inside, your labia bulging as the baby worked its way down your canal and rested just inside your opening.

You guided the hand that was enveloping yours from your belly down to between your legs, and you seperated your lips. You felt it then, skin within the fullness between your legs. You wrapped your whole hand around one of Jack’s fingers and pressed it into you so he could feel it too.

“Your… our baby” you gasped. You felt him hold you tighter.

His rough, calloused finger gave you an idea. You snaked your hips as best you could until it rested against your clit. The electric sensation as you felt him press against the engorged nub sent you shivering, but it helped take your mind off the sensations coursing through your body. He gladly picked up the pace, his finger pressing and jiggling the nub as you gasped – unsure if this was a by-product of the contraction or if he had managed to make you cum with only a few moments of attention.

The sensation was soon lost though as the need to push overcame you. You dug your feet into the ground and pressed your body back into Jack as if to provide a counter pressure to the downward force your body was exerting. The 2 wolf sisters who travelled with you almost shouted in unison “I can see it” as your lips finally parted by themselves and allowed the first glimpse of the baby you bring into the world.

“Good job my spark” you mother used her pet name for you to try and keep you motivated. Your pack name was “Thunder Shower Lightning” to signify that you were born in the middle of a terrible storm, your own mind thinking if your mother had it any worse than you giving birth in the middle of a rainstorm – at least the water would have been cooling you feel, as the heat of the exertion you are doing continues to fill your body.

5 more pushes happened, 3 contractions, you feeling like they were almost on top of each other with no time to rest before the next update was given from group watching you. “Thats not a head” shrieked one of the 2 Were sisters. You knew this of course. You were aware from the ultrasound you did on yourself that the baby was breech. It didn’t change anything, you still had to push it out. The baby, a son you knew, though you were forbidden from announcing it to the pack, was frank breech – he was essentially folded in half within your womb and this feet were up next to his head. You knew it was going to be tough and had been mentally trying to prepare yourself all week for the test your body was going to be put under.

“You knew?” your mother asked you. You manage a nod as you push once more. You squat down further – at least as much as Jack’s enormous frame will let you sink low – and scream.

The child is massive. Its buttocks and legs combined easily wider than the head. You felt a searing pain in your crotch. “She’s torn” one of the two Were sisters announced, blood evident now on the ground. Nothing for it now though, you’re stuck this way until you push the baby out, so you grit your teeth and scream through the pain. You hoped that the tear would at least allow for easier passage of the baby, but no such luck, you still had to push hard, almost as if the angle of the baby had his feet bracing itself against your insides.

The next push you feel the baby release further. “We have a boy” announced the other Were sister, the babys genitals exposed between his tucked-up legs. You’re certain that Jack held you tight all over again.

You tugged your arm forward screaming “let me go” as Jack released you and you fell forward onto your knees, yelling in pain as another push forced yet more of the baby out. You had birthed your son to his chest, and you felt exhaustion closing in with the amount of effort you needed.

“Shall I pull” Jack announced.

“No!” came a chorus from the 3 other women who were in the process of moving around.

You placed your hands on the floor and leaned forward to a hands and knees position as you pressed your butt down closer to the floor, opening the width between your legs trying to give as much room as possible for the combined width of the babys chest, shoulders and legs. With a triumphant scream the blood and vernix covered mass slipped out from between your legs, leaving you panting, gasping for air.

Jack reacted first from all 4 of the people in attendance and he held the body of his son reverently between your legs. Your mother was checking for the cord to ensure that there was no risk to the child. You continued to gasp, big heaving pants sending your breasts and belly quaking back and forth.

“Almost there” your mother advised you. That’s when you realised that you still had to birth the head. The part that traditionally takes the longest, the biggest stretch. Your body’s next contraction a reminder that there was also no way to prevent it from happening.

You had a moment of panic. None of the 4 birth attendants had ever dealt with a breech before. You were the only one who knew what to do. Your mother had only had 1 child – you – and you were born traditionally head first.

“Take the…” you managed to start the sentence before you were cut short by the scream of a contraction. “support the weight as I push” you finally gasped as you steeled yourself for the next contraction. The baby was lifted so he was perpendicular to it’s direction of movement, Jacks long fingers cradling the entire body.

“Someone get their fingers in and press my lips, give the head as much room to pass.” you managed. You felt smaller, more delicate fingers, no idea who's, slip into you and then searing pain as they stretched the tear further apart. You howled out loud, certain you were almost going to black out from the pain, but you held your breath and pushed with the contraction.

You held your breath and pushed. The pain made your head swim, but Jack’s voice rang out and pierced through the fog. “Here he comes, keep on going.”

The head pushing through your lips caused the tear to open further, blood free flowing down your legs, your voice caught in a silent scream, your throat raw due to the amount of yelling you had been doing. You feel the mass push through your legs. Each fraction of an inch was excruciating, but finally, with a sense of relief you didn’t think was possible, the head passed through your opening and into Jack’s hands, the umbilical cord pulsing as the baby takes its first breath, a shrill cry escaping its lungs.

Your wobbling arms couldn’t hold you up anymore as you planted face first into the ground, panting and sobbing. Your ass and crotch were poked in the air as your mother clamped and bit through the cord, symbolic of the cycle of nature.

You rolled over and stared at the group of 5 now, the size of the baby in Jack’s hands twice the size of any newborn you had ever seen birthed by a human. The tear between your legs was already starting to heal now it hadn’t been stretched in a few moments, the pain reducing to a dull ache. Jack passed the baby to you as he latched to your breast.

“We need to think of a name for our son.” Jack spoke. “Something to symbolise the day.”

You grinned. “There is no way I’m calling my firstborn Bloodsoaked Crotchripper.”

Jack looked crestfallen. “How did you know I was thinking that. OK a veto. I need to go back to the drawing board.”

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Alphas & Algorithms - Part 6 - Secrets

A/N: Continued from Part 5. Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Discussion of non-consensual relationships and unwanted pregnancy. Bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 7--

--Series Masterlist--

Curtis was feeling a little dazed as Y/N led him to what she called "the community center" of the building. He knew it was the temporary mark and Y/N had made sure to make check that he was still okay, still himself. He couldn't deny the fake bite made him think of Y/N in a more romantic way, as evidenced by the fact that he grabbed her hand for their walk.

He was having to check his thoughts a lot more often than usual. Thoughts about how her scent was the most soothing thing he'd ever smelled. About how her smile made him want to smile. It was distracting from his primary goal, finding Stevie. It also made him worry about how brain-dead he might become if he did fully bond with Y/N. How much of himself would he lose?

She stopped and gave him a concerned look and he felt his heart beat faster, knowing she was worried about him. "I'll be okay," he reassured. "This temporary mark stuff is just hitting harder than I thought it would."

She nodded sympathetically, "for what it's worth, the "high" created from bonds, temporary or permanent, do fade. In the case of permanent marks, the high returns during heats and ruts, but you go back to "normal" in between those times."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've seen it with the other Omegas and their Alphas. I saw a bit of with my own parents." The last part Y/N mostly whispers. She hasn't told Curtis everything about her father but it's clear he was not a good man. Before Curtis can bring her in for a hug, she gently shakes herself, smiles and motions for them to continue walking.

Y/N had hoped that the Community Center would be empty. She didn't want the other Omegas to scare Curtis away. Unfortunately, as soon as they stepped inside, she knew Colin and Suzanne were there, too. Y/N took a deep breath and started showing Curtis all of the amenities.

It took all of five minutes before Colin came out of the pool area, "Nil! You've finally gotten yourself an Alpha!"

"Hello Colin. He is not my Alpha at this time. We're still in the courting phase."

Colin laughed, "Oh, Nil, of course you'd want to court. You're so boring and old fashioned. But, maybe when you'll "loosen up" after you finally get laid."

Y/N puts a hand on Curtis's chest. She can feel how upset he is and wants to keep him from starting a fight. The situation isn't helped when Suzanne comes out of library.

"Oh, Nil! You finally got yourself a toy! Care to share?" She takes a whiff and pouts, "oh, you gave him a mark? Ugh. That muddles up his scent. You're just no fun."

"A temporary mark is protocol," Y/N says.

"Yeah," Colin chimes in, "a protocol you set up because you can't handle a couple fights over toys."

"They're not toys," Y/N responds, "they're people. It's cruel to make sport of them like that."

Suzanne snorts, "it wasn't sport, it was just fun. How the hell do you grow up without a sense of humor?"

"Cruelty is not humor," Y/N whispers.

Curtis is enraged but he can feel that you don't want him to act on those emotions so he distracts himself, "why do they call you "Nil"?"

Colin pipes up, "it's a nickname I came up with, myself! It's shortened from "vanilla" for her scent and reminds her of how much we care about her." Suzanne snort laughs at that.

Before Curtis can even growl Y/N smiles at him, "I let them call me that because it's, legitimately, the most clever thing Colin has ever done in his life." Suzanne laughs even harder while Colin's smile drops. Curtis gives Y/N a look that said how proud he was of her that she wasn't just taking their bullying.

"Ugh," Colin interrupts the moment. "She gets one Alpha and she becomes a complete bitch. Unable to take a joke. You don't have to be so mean, Y/N." He stormed out of the center, as Suzanne chuckled.

"Actually, Nil," Suzanne said, "I owe you one." Y/N gives her a confused look. "That spicy Alpha you turned down has been a lot of fun to play with. I love breaking the smart-asses."

Y/N sighs, "I'll never understand the enjoyment from "breaking" someone. He's a person, not a thing."

"You play with your toys your way, I'll play with mine my way," she purrs. "If you ever want to get rid of this one, let me know. I'll happily take him off your hands." When Y/N did not react with a laugh, Suzanne huffed a bit and walked back to the library, murmuring something about "bitch needs to get laid."

Y/N looks deep in Curtis's eyes, "thank you, so much, for holding back. It really means a lot to me that you let me fight my own battles. That you trust me to defend you from them. That...that you'd want to defend me. Thank you."

"Are all Omegas such assholes?"

"One or two of us are decent folk. It's theorized that being a bully is a side effect of our inability to lie. I think that's just the excuse they use to say whatever they want."

"You can't lie?"

"We're...Omegas are..."trained" at an early age to never lie," Y/N tenses as she tells him this. "We can't help the AI if we tell lies. But, let's get back to the tour, yes?"

She takes a step away before Curtis can respond and shows him around the rest of the community center. At the pool Curtis makes a comment about not knowing how to swim and she quickly promises to teach him, if he's interested. But when she opens to the door to the gym, she freezes.

There's a tall, broad, dark-haired Alpha at the punching bags. As soon as he notices their scents, he stops. Y/N says, "so sorry, Frank. Didn't know you were in here. We'll leave you to it."

She closes the door to the gym and tells Curtis they need to get back to her apartment. He tries to ask what's going on but she promises to tell him when they're back at her rooms.

Back at the apartment, Y/N flies to the kitchen and starts getting into her herbs. Curtis follows, wary of some of the stronger smelling ones, and asks, "so what was all of that about? You weren't afraid of that Alpha but you're running away?"

"You're right," Y/N says, "I'm not afraid of Frank. It was more his presence at the gym indicates Peggy's heat is done and she'll need some teas to help with some post-heat issues."

"Isn't that supposed to be an Alpha's job? Or her Beta's?"

Y/N paused, looking sad, "if Frank and Peggy actually cared about each other, or were actually mated, maybe. As it is, neither of them want this relationship." She goes back to work with her herbs as she talks. "Peggy never wanted an Alpha. Never wanted a mate. She refused every scent the AI offered her, hoping she'd be allowed to just skip all of it. Instead, the AI selected the most biologically compatible Alpha and put them together during her heat. The problem is, Frank already has a mate. And children."

Curtis tensed at this information. Separating Packs was bad enough, but damaging mating bonds was unspeakable.

"Because her heats get so rough, she asked me to make some special teas to help her recovery. Her Beta should be around soon to pick them up, so please do keep an ear out for the door."

"Sure," Curtis nods. "I can't imagine bringing a pup into that kind of relationship."

"Well, so far, Peggy hasn't conceived. Per the AI's rules, if there's been no conception after four or five heats, the Alpha is returned to his Pack and another Alpha is selected."

"Does that happen often?"

"Not really. Maybe once or twice before."

Before Curtis can ask a follow up, there's a knock at the door and he goes to answer it. He opens the door and freezes. Stevie.

"Hi," he says, "I'm looking for Y/N?"

Curtis steps back to let him in as they hear Y/N sneezing a couple times.

"You okay, Y/N?" Stevie asks.

"Yeah, Steve, just had a bit of a mishap with some of these herbs," she calls from the kitchen. "This is Curtis, by the way! He's the Alpha that I'm courting."

Steve, not Stevie, Curtis thinks.

Steve looks at Curtis and introduces himself, as if they never knew each other before. He holds out his hand for a shake and, when Curtis grabs it, he feels the note pass from Steve's fingers to his own hand. As soon as he is able, he pockets it.

Y/N comes out of the kitchen, still sniffling a bit, carrying a small box of tea. As the two exchange pleasantries, Curtis gives Steve a hand gesture from ages ago. The hand gesture that asked, do you need me to step in? Steve responds with his own hand gesture, indicating, I've got this. A communication they created years ago when Stevie would keep getting into fights, calling out bullies. It's his little brother.

After Stevie (Steve, he corrects himself) leaves, Curtis feels a bit lightheaded and sits down. Y/N is instantly beside him asking if he needs anything. Asking him what's wrong. He just shakes his head and finds himself tongue twisted. Y/N hugs him and holds him until he can get a handle on his emotional state.

He tries to apologize but Y/N cuts him off. "You never know when you're going to encounter a trigger. Especially if it's of a trauma you thought you'd put behind you." She touches his chin and moves his face to look into her eyes, "I want you to know, if you want to talk, I will listen. If you don't want to talk about it, just let me know and I won't ask. I promise you."

"Why?"

"Not everyone is ready to talk about things. Not everyone wants to talk about things. In my own way, I understand that. And I want you to know, that I will always respect your right to stay quiet as much as I respect your right to speak."

"You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," Y/N nods.

"This might be a bit forward, might be the temporary mark, but," Curtis hesitates, "can I hold you on the couch while my head settles? Your scent is very calming."

"Of course," Y/N says as she leads him to the couch. She sits down and gestures for Curtis to sit next to her. When he sits he wraps his arms around her and brings her close, filling his mind with her scent, centering himself.

After a while he's calmed down and pulls himself away from her. He has to get home.

After the pups have gone to bed, Curtis takes out the note Steve had given him.

Everything said is heard. She protects our secrets. Please protect her so we can protect our Packs.

He shares the note with Andrew and Tanya. No matter how much he wants to help his little brother, he has to think of the Pack. He's not leaving them high and dry. It has to be a Pack decision.

"We'll have to make sure the pups understand on some level," Tanya whispers. "Any chance of making this a more gradual adjustment for them?"

"Her heat isn't for another couple of weeks, that's all the time I could promise."

"Can we get it so that you move with us," Andrew asked. "At least at first, to help the kids with the transition?"

"I don't know. I'll have to ask," Curtis is relieved and frustrated. He had hoped they'd be understanding but part of him had also hoped he wouldn't have to leave. That they'd still ask him to stay and he'd get off the radar of both the AI and the Revolution.

"What do you think he means with that, "She protects our secrets" bit?" Tanya asked. "You said Omegas can't lie, right? And their whole job is to rat out people to the AI."

"The tea," Andrew whispered. "She would've smelled the connection between you and Steve but she just conveniently had a mishap with the herbs she's got years of experience with?"

Tanya perked up, "and some of that tea might be helping get Frank back to his mate. At Peggy's request from the sound of it."

Curtis thinks about everything that happened today. Y/N never said anything untrue. The temporary mark kept the other Omegas from possibly identifying him as related to Steve. He had a lot to think about between now and when he saw her again.

--Part 7--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

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I woke up with an idea that has utterly consumed my mind and I had to get some words out to see if it's going to go anywhere. Another alpha/omega historical au (I know I know) where Erik is the Crown Prince of Genosha and Charles his childhood playmate. What would happen if Erik's father the King decides to make Charles his new Consort???

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Azazel is waiting when he comes out from the wash tent, handing Erik his tunic and his scabbard with an easy smile. Nodding his thanks, he pulls the tunic over his head and scrubs his face and hair with the towel, relieved to get some of the dirt off his body after days of hard fighting. Their campaign in the west lands is coming to an end, at least according to General Frost, who has been leading the King’s Army against the rebels for the past six months. Erik had been dispatched by his father to join the fight, but strictly under the General’s command, and with instructions to learn the art of war from the respected and seasoned Genoshan leader.

It hasn’t been easy, as Frost treats him as she would any other soldier, and not as the Crown Prince who technically outranks her. But at eighteen, he’s barely been away from the castle and outside of Hammer Bay, with this deployment being the first real fighting he’s seen since he started training under Logan. He wishes his friend and mentor could see first-hand just how far he’s come, though of course the Captain of the King’s Guard must stay in the Capital to protect the King.

And if he’s being honest, what he really wants is to see Charles again and spend time with him, even if they can no longer run free all over the castle grounds. Though they’ve been close companions since they were young children, Charles’ freedom became severely curtailed when he turned fourteen, after his father’s death and his mother’s subsequent marriage to the traditional Earl Marko. In the two years since, their visits have been chaperoned at all times, as befitting their respective stations as alpha heir to Genosha’s throne and the omega scion of a noble house. And Erik’s complaints to his father largely fall on deaf ears, for by law Charles must obey his stepfather until he’s wed and bonded to his alpha mate.

He does not like how his warm and gregarious friend has become so reserved and distant of late, and vows to speak to his father again, for more time with Charles away from the eyes of Marko’s people. Erik is certain that Charles will confide in him given the chance again, and the close camaraderie they shared as boys will quickly return.

(And perhaps he’ll finally be brave enough to admit he’s in love with his best friend, and – assuming Charles feels the same way – will ask his father to arrange a formal betrothal.) 

“You’re smiling,” Azazel teases, as they make their way to Erik’s tent, where a hot meal served in relative privacy is the one luxury he’s permitted. His personal guard has likely already taken his meal, though Erik is more than happy to share his allotment of ale. “Did you get another letter?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Charles has written only once since his arrival at the camp, though Erik has never stopped hoping he would send more. “I was merely thinking I would get to see him soon, since the General seems confident of an imminent victory.”

“The General knows of what she speaks,” Azazel says, side-stepping a deep puddle, the ground still wet from the morning’s heavy rain. “Though it’s still best not to count the chicks before they hatch—”

“Your Royal Highness!”

Erik stops mid-stride, his way suddenly blocked by the incoming approach of a messenger dressed in the King’s livery. The boy is very young and looks utterly exhausted, as though he’d ridden the five-day journey non-stop from Hammer Bay. Falling before Erik on his knees, the boy proffers the letter clutched in his hand; a note from his father bearing the King’s Seal, though the lettering on the envelope is clearly written by another.

Frowning, Erik tears open the envelope and scans the message inside, curiosity morphing quickly to horror at its contents.

Azazel leans close and murmurs, “What’s wrong?”

Hands shaking, Erik can barely form the words to express his shock and utter dismay. 

“My father is planning a wedding,” he croaks. “He’s chosen Charles of House Xavier to be his new Royal Consort.” 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Hiiii.

I just wanted to ask how are Sweetpeas and Alpha Aris’ ducklings doing?

Do they like to cuddle?

Did alpha Ari have to come out to make sure no one touches his Lunas ducklings? As some of the other wolves thought they would be a good snack?

Imagine if something happened and Ari saw his Luna so upset, he broke so fast here cause his Luna was crying at just the thought of them being hurt/eaten. Imagine if something did happen and Ari sees his Luna all upset and crying into him. (Maybe in vet waiting for news).

Pissed off Alpha will be dealing with it. So don’t worry Luna.

I really did love that drabble and the gif you put with it. But especially how fast you made Ari crumble over his Luna. It was so so cute. 😍😍😍I need a guy like this. So badly. :)

Happy new year. So sorry this is so long.

Ari loves Sweetpea, and he loves that she has two cute little ducks to care for and treat like they’re her babies. He loves her so much, those ducks so much, that he made something like this in their backyard for her ducks to swim around in

What Ari doesn’t like, is hearing that his sweet luna is crying so hard that she damn near throws up. What Ari hates hearing is that someone crossed Sweetpea with such an aggressive action that he can feel not only every thought but almost hear the sound of her crying in his own head.

Ari had never been so pissed, he’s never been crossed so terribly that he actually feels blind rage. He’s usually level headed, that’s what makes his status as werewolf and alpha so respectable because he can keep a clear head. However when he senses his Sweetpea’s state, he is no longer the alpha that should be respected.

Ari becomes the nightmare they should fear.

He doesn’t even have to step into the house before he’s informed that a member of an opposing pack, who was supposed to be coming to negotiate with his pack, had found his luna in the backyard with her ducks and tried to kill them.

The way that Ari feels a complete and blinding rage over the news that you rushed your pets to the ER vet with two broken wings severely pisses Ari off. It’s radiating and stirring deeply seeded ire that makes him nearly lose control.

“She’s a fucking human. She’s my fucking human.” He had to address the father of the alpha who crossed you only once, Ari only has to speak once, before that same cocky bastard is back on his doorstep cowering.

“Ari I’m sorry.” Apologies come from the father, the son too stunned to speak. “Ari it won’t happen again.”

“It was a fucking bird, two stupid fucking birds-“ the bastard prick spoke once more finally breaking from his silence to remark on why Ari cared so much and with the comment, Ari had thrown him against the wall with a hand around his throat and an arm pinned at an awkward angle.

“It’s just an arm, it’s just a fucking arm. You don’t need it.” He growled, on the offensive and highly possessive of you and your pets. “I don’t care if it was a fucking worm! Don’t you ever cross my luna again.”

[fizzigigsimmer]

i know i'm about about 20 years late to this but i was waiting for other people to ask, but they never did! so for the wip game, please pretty please tell us about all the rest of the fics!! news paper au, vampire apocalypse, military brats au, angels & demons au, star wars au, rock music au, & Caligator - Slave fic hurt comfort Dystopian! sorry for being greedy ho, i can't help it when it comes to your stories 😔😔😔

It's never too late! 😊 And It's amazing to know you like my stories. Some of these others have asked about - the tag search system is broke af on my blog so my apologies. I will link those. But starting with the new stuff:

Star Wars Au - Billy is a powerful Jedi Knight with a reputation for rule breaking and struggling to control his emotions. After a busted up mission he's one step from being kicked out of the order, but gets an unexpected second chance. The mission is to travel to an outer planet and retrieve a mysterious Sith holocron, and to stop the sith lord who may also be hunting it. A simple enough mission, until he becomes entangled with a rogue pilot (with ridiculous hair). Steve's the rebellious son of a powerful trade conglomerate whose only interests seem to be star ships, girls, and getting into trouble; but there's more to him than meets the eye. On the plus side, Steve is not the Sith lord the council warned him to be wary of. On the downside he is the sith lord's apprentice and Billy just slept with him. AKA Struggling Jedi Knight Billy falls for Sith Steve. Two men, two different sides of the force. Is there a path between the darkness and the light that no one has found?

Rock Music Au - Steve is a closeted country singer who is part of a pop-country duo with his longtime girlfriend Nancy. Billy is a jaded rockstar down on his luck who takes a job as a janitor at a friend's studio in Nashville. A chance encounter one night at the studio allows him to hear Steve working on some new material. Steve is stuck creatively, stuck in a dying relationship, and is unable to be his authentic self and is depressed. Billy hears something in his music - real shit - and for the first time in months he's able to write music again. Steve is wary at first but he gives the song Billy gave him a try and it KILLS, blazing to the top of the charts. While Steve fights with his managers and Nancy about the changes he wants to make with his music, he falls into an affair with Billy who introduces him to the world of sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Billy can't stop making music whenever they're together, it's like Steve is his muse. But then everything goes crash, because it was always going to. You can't swap one addiction for another and call it healing. Steve's friends rush in to sweep up the pieces. Billy moves away and finally gets the help Max has been begging him to. He gets better, but he can't help looking back and wondering where Steve is now. Whether he's happy or if he and Nancy worked things out. Surely he wouldn't wait for Billy. But maybe he looks back too, and wonders if they can salvage the beauty in the broken?

Vampire Apocalypse - The apocalypse has arrived in the form of a strange disease that is killing off the human population and turning them into bloodsuckers. Not true vampires, but more like ravenous zombies with spoiled blood. Vampires can't even drink from them! Once hunted by humans, covens and werewolf packs have risen in prominence as the remaining population seeks protection from the hordes of the infected. Steve a half vampire runs away from his coven and hides out in a werewolf pack posing as an ordinary human. Things start to get complicated when he falls for Billy the alpha. Can they make it work or will the end of the world and ancient rivalries tear them apart?

Military Brats - Billy is a military brat, the golden child of the base who strives for perfection under his abusive father Neil. Steve is a queer rebellious punk who is the son of a big brass. The Harringtons are transferred to Cali due to Steve's misbehavior and an incident on the last base, and his reputation proceeds him among the military families. Neil warns Billy to stay away from Steve. Not to cause trouble on account of who his father is, but never to be alone with him. But that's hard to do when Steve seems to set his sights on Billy from the beginning and goes out of his way to give him a hard time. But what starts off as rivalry changes when Steve realizes that Billy isn't safe to be anything else but the perfect son, and slowly they start to peel back each others layers. Steve gives Billy a safe space to rebel and figure out who he really is, and Billy helps Steve realize he' shouldn't have to scream for attention, and that he's worth more than he thinks he is. They save each other.

News Paper Au

Calligator - Slave Fic

Angels & Demons AU

[hrodvitnon]

Y'know, after thinking it all through, I think regarding the Heise K.O.D's MV!Goji idea I proposed 3 years ago now seems... wildly out of character for Heisei Godzilla, especially since he'd likely only beat down MV!Goji & then leave to find out where the hell he is now.

But you know who I think would ACTUALLY go through with inflicting such a brutal killing blow?

This guy:

Slick's version of Godzilla in Hell. I know he's from the coined-by-you DB-Zilla animation, but hear me out.

From what I got, G.I.H entered the Godzilla Battle Royale 2.0 through his own (red) portal, and basically fought as his own side all throughout, and if it wasn't for his main target being Final Form Ultima, he'd likely have fought & killed Heisei Goji and the other Gojirans. And his powerful appearance indicates that he spent a LONG time in Hell or in hell-like dimensions powering himself up & looking for a worthy opponent after killing countless "worthy" beings. However, he also shows some form of sadism and toying with his opponents with his battle against Marvel Goji resulting in the latter's first defeat, and his earlier showing of fixing his neck after Heisei Goji dislodged it with a sickening crack.

Which is why I propose that in the event that he escapes the prison that Final Form Ultima left him in, I would not be surprised that should he end up in the Abraxasverse during the Genocide Route, he'd get MV!Goji's attention & goad him to fight; all to see if the latter is a worthy opponent. He may initially let the Alpha Titan get some good hits in, but once he cuts loose, he absolutely holds nothing back & brutalizes MV!Goji so much he can't properly fight back, and when it seems like he'd just leave after beating his counterpart to near death...

G.I.H goes a step further and outright powers up his atomic breath to its purple state & K.O.Ds MV!Goji with ruthless resolve. And once the family arrives, he'll show no remorse over their mourning, only challenging THEM to fight; not giving a shit whatsoever to their feelings.

This is ultimately what separates Slick's G.I.H & Heisei. The latter, while brutal & abrasive, at least has empathy & can learn to care and love as a father to Jr......but G.I.H? Total Blood Knight who looks for a worthy opponent and lives to fight and only to fight.

Okay. Heard ya out, and... still not a fan. The ultimate goal is just another fight and nothing else? That might be appealing for some, but not for me. The Doom Slayer at least does what he does to eliminate the demonic threat once and for all, and once that's done he's just... sealed away until he's needed again.

A mindless obsessive drive for a fight is all well and good, but if I'm going to find a character stuck in an endless cycle of violence compelling, it needs an ultimate goal at the end to make it all worth it; a clear goal... a promise maybe. A character surrounded by violence, becoming a monster and an outright anomaly to grow stronger and more efficient, to do better because of that goal, needs to be... Elster, it needs to be Elster. Fuck, SIGNALIS really rewired my brain.

[profoundbondfanfic]

☆ Destiel Witch/Wizard fics

Whether you call them witches or wizards, who doesn’t want a little magic in their lives? In these fics you get to have that as you immerse yourself in all these wonderful and imaginary worlds.

--All fic links go to our tagged reviews--

A Demon Like Him by EllenOfOz [Explicit, 24k words]

Dean Winchester doesn’t want to be a warlock. The idea of working in a lab, channeling demonic magic into enchanted batteries is not what he wants to do with his life, but it’s a dangerous opinion to have—his father was a powerful and well-connected warlock, and Dean is expected to follow the family tradition. His only way out is to fail the demon summoning class—failure means expulsion from the Warlock College. Despite Dean’s best efforts to fumble the summoning, it works. Although not the way anyone expects. Dean’s demon, Castiel, is an incubus, but also a powerful mage on a mission to rebalance the magic that is being stripped from Demonside by warlocks. Dean must choose: fail out of his final exam and turn his back on becoming a warlock, or help Castiel and graduate. But he doesn’t count on how hot the incubus is, or how close they have become in just a few days.

et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]

There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.

He’s Kind of a Hairy Fairy by almaasi [Explicit, 24k words]

Dean agreed to help Sam run this summer camp, but he didn’t know he’d have to share a cabin and a bed with his own best friend. No biggie, though. It’s platonic. Except Cas goes and confesses his love for the sake of honesty. Dean’s not ready to say it back. The only way anyone’s getting an “I love you too” out of him is if some meddling witch curses him with fairy wings, and in order to break the spell he has to give in to his heart’s true desires. And THAT’s not gonna happen at a perfectly normal forest camp in Idaho… right?

Just Your Heart, In Exchange For Mine by noxsoulmate [Mature, 46k words]

Dean owns a bakery and Castiel loves his pie. This could be such a cute little bakery love story – if it weren’t for the fact that one was a retired hunter and the other one a powerful witch. There’s also the matter of the black little cat Dean finds in front of his bakery one cold and rainy night. Not to forget the crazy witch on the loose, ripping out other witches’ hearts.

Roots of Fate by Unknown [Explicit, 40k words]

Castiel Novak leads a quiet life in the little town of Fairhope. He tends his gardens and takes pride in filling his great-grandmother’s footsteps as the town’s honorary green witch. His quiet life comes to a halt when he gets a new neighbor and it’s none other than the alpha of his dreams and high school crush, Dean Winchester. But Dean’s not alone, he has a daughter now. Overnight, Fairhope is flipped on its head as every available omega and beta in town fights for the alpha’s attention. Cas tries to help as best he can but Dean eventually comes up with his own solution and that’s when the posters show up. Posters that claim that Dean Winchester is looking for a mate. But to win, you have to get a key from a certain orange cat. Let the games begin!

The Closest Thing We Have To Magic by EllenOfOz & TrenchcoatBaby [Explicit, 221k words]

Dean Winchester is a graduate student at Stanford University’s School of the Occult. A naturally-talented mage but a lazy professor and student, he figures he’ll coast through his final year the way he always has: with charisma, charm, and a natural aptitude for magic. All that changes when his thesis advisor, Dr. Castiel Novak, turns out to be the strictest and most challenging educator on-campus. Unfortunately for Dean, the uptight professor is nearly his age and infuriatingly gorgeous. But Castiel is keeping a secret, a powerful talent that’s more a curse than a blessing when he’s targeted by seditious parts of magical society. Can Dean and Cas put aside their animosity—and undeniable chemistry—long enough to instill real change in the magical community? Or will sinister plots and hidden agendas keep them apart?

The Shape of Regret by Halzbarry [Explicit, 70k words]

Two years ago, Dean walked away from Castiel after discovering his biggest secret—that he’s a witch. Since then, Dean’s spent his days hunting alone, filling the emptiness inside with sex, booze, and the next case. When he gets a desperate call for help from Castiel, Dean doesn’t hesitate to go. But things in the small Maine town aren’t what they seem, especially when he comes face to face with Castiel, who insists he wasn’t the one to place the call. Dean’s been given an opportunity to fix his past mistakes, but it means working alongside a very bitter Castiel, and Benny, a local deputy with knowledge of the supernatural, to figure out what’s plaguing Newport and why it all seems fixated around Castiel.

Willowsbend by miss_grey [Explicit, 51k words]

In the town of Willowsbend, the Supernatural police unit went by the name of Dean Winchester. Unfortunately for Dean, the Supernatural population of Willowsbend was zero. So Dean spent the majority of his time calming paranoid housewives when their pipes rattled and chasing off wildlife that over-zealous citizens were sure must be shifters. It’s a tiring job, full of false-starts and hysterical old ladies. It’s a rare day that Dean has to deal with anything truly Supernatural. That’s about to change, and it all begins with the arrival of one Castiel Novak.

[vjstudios]

DOLOR: {BSD AKUTAGAWA X ATSUSHI OMEGAVERSE #1}

DOLOR {AOB A!Akutagawa X O!Atsushi} {PT 1}

Atsushi struggled with the reality of his situation.

If he had been marked, he would have been in more trouble, the smell of the bond would have stunk up the Agency office, revealing the Father instantly. The image of said man made him tremble in fury, yet the memories of what the Mafia’s dog had done to him during his heat had him growling in more frustration than anger.

He had given in, and now he was absolutely stuck.

He sat up in the corner of his closet, holding the pregnancy test with shaking fingers, staring intensely at the two lines, as if his two-toned eyes could make them disappear. But they didn’t, and Atsushi continued to wallow in his own guilt and misery.

It had been barely two months since the incident with Pushkin, and it happened the day after, when he had been on a job and was overpowered by one of the last few opponents. Akutagawa had stepped in, only to be lured by the same smell that the person he had knocked unconscious by Rashouman.

The pleasure drove them both from sanity, at least for the most part.

At least the damned dog hadn’t marked him.

But Atsushi couldn’t figure out what was worse, being marked by Akutagawa, or being knocked up by him.

Atsushi had sat in that corner for the remainder of his free day, crying for a few hours at the realization hit him like a punch in the face. He struggled to understand what he had done to anger the Gods above for them to punish him like this, impregnating him with his enemy’s child of all things.

He looked to the ceiling, gripping the test tightly, so tight that his knuckles had turned white.

What was he doing to do…?

{~:~}

The third month was finally ending, and Atsushi, wearing a large sweater for the cold weather, (as he had told the others) but also to hide any signs from the others, was beginning to become exhausted. The more he ignored the problem, the more they sent him on missions, the more his body felt the weight of his burden, that grew within his womb with every single day.

But that day, he had almost died, due to being too slow.

They had swung to chop off his head, and he wouldn’t have made it if Kyouka hadn’t interfered and used Demon-Snow to fend them off. After convincing Yosano that he was just fine, he was allowed to go home early.(Well, more forced, the others being worried about his well-being).

He remembered the shocked, angry look Kyouka had given him, and he knew he wasn’t going to get out of an interrogation when she returned home.

Atsushi knew he wasn’t going to get out of this.

And he only saw one way, and that was to tell the truth.

And whether it was the child inside him that moved, or the emotions of nervousness causing his stomach churn, Atsushi didn’t feel good.

Not at all.

{~:~}

Atsushi was at the kitchen counter, having boiled tofu for Kyouka, when the door opened, revealing the young blue-black haired girl entered, red kimono catching the light, but not lighting up her face, her bright blue eyes looking up to him with uncertainty.

Atsushi tried smiling.

“Hey! Welcome home!” He greeted the alpha, at least everyone was sure she was one, despite not having presented.

Kyouka didn’t answer, instead flitting her eyes between the floor, and back to Atsushi, and he knew the pleasantries were not making the situation any better. He sighed, before walking over to her, eyes glowing with guilt and misery. He wasn’t ready to face the problem head on, and now he was being forced to tell someone, even though he’d rather crawl into a hole for the next six months and figure out what to do then. But he knew better.

If he simply pretended they were not there, then he’d be in more trouble.

The look he gave must have snapped something inside of Kyouka, who rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Atsushi, causing him to yelp. He looked at Kyouka, the worry in her scent causing him to tear up, and the sobs echoed in his chest.

Damn it…

It didn’t take long for Atsushi to sit Kyouka down, and explain the whole problem, Akutagawa, the child, how many months he had left, and Kyouka gave him the look he wasn’t expecting.

Understanding.

“Sometimes heats come out of nowhere, especially since you had been suppressed for so long during your childhood. You haven’t even had a proper heat until then. And Akutagawa is an alpha, he reacted to the scent you gave off like any other alpha. At least it was someone you knew, but…” Kyouka paused, biting her bottom lip, eyes looking into the wall, Atsushi still crying tears of regret and guilt.

“I’m sorry it was someone you hate…” They both fell into silence, all that echoed was the light hics and sniffs that Atsushi let out, his hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt, right where his womb is, where Akutagawa’s child was growing inside of him.

A child he never wanted, but was stuck with.

There was an option for abortion, but to Atsushi, that wasn’t even a choice.

“How many months are you again?” Kyouka asked, eyes meeting his as they both looked up at the sound of the young girl’s voice.

Atsushi bit his own lip harshly, almost drawing blood.

“Three months…” Another silence followed.

Atsushi sobbed again, covering his eyes as many images flew through his mind, the Headmaster belittling him for being an omega, an ability user, being a tiger, the day the alpha Dazai had taken him in, the pleasured look Akutagawa gave him as he knotted him, but the regret that flashed in said man’s eyes caused Atsushi so much pain.

Even when Kyouka wrapped her arms around Atsushi’s torso, the pain never ceased, and he doubted it would ever go away.

{~:~}

As the forth month began closing in, both the teens were beginning to worry. What would happen if the others (If Ranpo hadn’t figured it out by then) found out about his pregnancy, and who the Father was. And both were worried about the outcome of this whole ordeal.

Later on the third month’s last day of the week, Atsushi began to panic as the large sweater he had bought began to grab looks of suspicion, and that wasn’t the only problem. His bump was beginning to show, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fully hide it. He could only hope no one would see.

Suddenly, the door to the President’s office opened, and everyone looked in that direction, eyes finding the Alpha president, Fukuzawa, and the Demon Snow wielder, Kyouka, standing in the entrance.

“Atsushi, Dazai, both of you  and Kyouka need to come into my office. We have some business to speak of.” 

Atsushi didn’t like the way everyone looked to him and his mentor.

But both did as told, dropping everything and walking behind the President and Kyouka, through a dark hall before reaching the small office, both teens sat in the chairs while Dazai leaned against the wall. The President was quick to take his seat, and didn’t say anything. It was silent, and Atsushi was starting to worry. What was this about? Did they find out about the pregnancy? Who the Father was? Did Kyouka tell them? What will happen to him? What happens when they get rid of him? What happens when Akutagawa finds out-

The door opened and they all looked to see Ranpo.

“Glad you could join us Ranpo.”

“Yeah, no problem!” He smiled, before leaning against the doorframe. “Let’s get this meeting started.”

“Indeed.” Fukuzawa’s sharp green eyes met Atsushi’s mismatched eyes, making him fidget with his sweater.

“Atsushi, you have to answer everything we ask.” Fukuzawa stated in a calming voice, but it only made him more nervous.

“Y-...Yes….”

“Good.” Ranpo walked to the desk, sitting on the edge in front of Atsushi.

“Atsushi, are you pregnant?”

Fear, but not shock…

“...Yes.”

“How many months has it been?”

A gulp, a quiver in his lips, fingers grasping at the fabric of his sweater.

“Four… Starting tomorrow…”

“Who knotted you? Do you know them?”

Of course he did.

That’s what he was terrified.

“Yes. I do know them…”

“Do we know them?”

“...Yes…” Tears were threatening to spill. 

“Is it someone in the ADA?”

“...No…” He bit his lip.

“Is it someone from the Mafia?”

That’s all it took, for the tears to fall and he slowly lifted his head to meet Ranpo’s, Dazai’s and the President’s.

“...Yes…” He sniffed, clenching his fists around his womb.

All four other people, all Alpha, looked between each other, before looking back to Atsushi.

“Kyouka said you might be in danger due to being an Omega. But she refused to tell anything unless you were to tell us yourself. I’m sorry for scaring you Atsushi… But we needed to make sure you didn’t lie to us.”

Atsushi sobbed, covering his eyes, but nodded.

“...Are you… Going to get rid of me…?”

“Get rid of you? No. But this is quite the issue.” Fukuzawa stood up, and walked over, reaching out his hand to rub Atsushi’s stiff shoulders.

“We came up with a way for you not to be found out by the Mafia, but can still work for the Agency. We’ve decided that you and Kyouka, until the child is born at least, move to a different part of the country to work for one of my colleagues.” Fukuzawa explained, and Atsushi looked to the person he was looking at.

Dazai simply smiled understandingly, while he said.

“I already have a good idea of who it is. Which is why it’s best if you get transferred instead of staying indoors. Plus, where you're going is a safe haven for Omegas and for a child to grow up a bit.”

Fukuzawa pulled away from trying to comfort the young Omega, before stating.

“We decided it was the best course of action. For both you, and the child.”

[vjstudiosnumber2]

{DOLOR: A!Akutagawa X O!Atsushi, OMEGAVERSE}

DOLOR {AOB A!Akutagawa X O!Atsushi} {PT 1}

Atsushi struggled with the reality of his situation.

If he had been marked, he would have been in more trouble, the smell of the bond would have stunk up the Agency office, revealing the Father instantly. The image of said man made him tremble in fury, yet the memories of what the Mafia’s dog had done to him during his heat had him growling in more frustration than anger.

He had given in, and now he was absolutely stuck.

He sat up in the corner of his closet, holding the pregnancy test with shaking fingers, staring intensely at the two lines, as if his two-toned eyes could make them disappear. But they didn’t, and Atsushi continued to wallow in his own guilt and misery.

It had been barely two months since the incident with Pushkin, and it happened the day after, when he had been on a job and was overpowered by one of the last few opponents. Akutagawa had stepped in, only to be lured by the same smell that the person he had knocked unconscious by Rashouman.

The pleasure drove them both from sanity, at least for the most part.

At least the damned dog hadn’t marked him.

But Atsushi couldn’t figure out what was worse, being marked by Akutagawa, or being knocked up by him.

Atsushi had sat in that corner for the remainder of his free day, crying for a few hours at the realization hit him like a punch in the face. He struggled to understand what he had done to anger the Gods above for them to punish him like this, impregnating him with his enemy’s child of all things.

He looked to the ceiling, gripping the test tightly, so tight that his knuckles had turned white.

What was he doing to do…?

{~:~}

The third month was finally ending, and Atsushi, wearing a large sweater for the cold weather, (as he had told the others) but also to hide any signs from the others, was beginning to become exhausted. The more he ignored the problem, the more they sent him on missions, the more his body felt the weight of his burden, that grew within his womb with every single day.

But that day, he had almost died, due to being too slow.

They had swung to chop off his head, and he wouldn’t have made it if Kyouka hadn’t interfered and used Demon-Snow to fend them off. After convincing Yosano that he was just fine, he was allowed to go home early.(Well, more forced, the others being worried about his well-being).

He remembered the shocked, angry look Kyouka had given him, and he knew he wasn’t going to get out of an interrogation when she returned home.

Atsushi knew he wasn’t going to get out of this.

And he only saw one way, and that was to tell the truth.

And whether it was the child inside him that moved, or the emotions of nervousness causing his stomach churn, Atsushi didn’t feel good.

Not at all.

{~:~}

Atsushi was at the kitchen counter, having boiled tofu for Kyouka, when the door opened, revealing the young blue-black haired girl entered, red kimono catching the light, but not lighting up her face, her bright blue eyes looking up to him with uncertainty.

Atsushi tried smiling.

“Hey! Welcome home!” He greeted the alpha, at least everyone was sure she was one, despite not having presented.

Kyouka didn’t answer, instead flitting her eyes between the floor, and back to Atsushi, and he knew the pleasantries were not making the situation any better. He sighed, before walking over to her, eyes glowing with guilt and misery. He wasn’t ready to face the problem head on, and now he was being forced to tell someone, even though he’d rather crawl into a hole for the next six months and figure out what to do then. But he knew better.

If he simply pretended they were not there, then he’d be in more trouble.

The look he gave must have snapped something inside of Kyouka, who rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Atsushi, causing him to yelp. He looked at Kyouka, the worry in her scent causing him to tear up, and the sobs echoed in his chest.

Damn it…

It didn’t take long for Atsushi to sit Kyouka down, and explain the whole problem, Akutagawa, the child, how many months he had left, and Kyouka gave him the look he wasn’t expecting.

Understanding.

“Sometimes heats come out of nowhere, especially since you had been suppressed for so long during your childhood. You haven’t even had a proper heat until then. And Akutagawa is an alpha, he reacted to the scent you gave off like any other alpha. At least it was someone you knew, but…” Kyouka paused, biting her bottom lip, eyes looking into the wall, Atsushi still crying tears of regret and guilt.

“I’m sorry it was someone you hate…” They both fell into silence, all that echoed was the light hics and sniffs that Atsushi let out, his hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt, right where his womb is, where Akutagawa’s child was growing inside of him.

A child he never wanted, but was stuck with.

There was an option for abortion, but to Atsushi, that wasn’t even a choice.

“How many months are you again?” Kyouka asked, eyes meeting his as they both looked up at the sound of the young girl’s voice.

Atsushi bit his own lip harshly, almost drawing blood.

“Three months…” Another silence followed.

Atsushi sobbed again, covering his eyes as many images flew through his mind, the Headmaster belittling him for being an omega, an ability user, being a tiger, the day the alpha Dazai had taken him in, the pleasured look Akutagawa gave him as he knotted him, but the regret that flashed in said man’s eyes caused Atsushi so much pain.

Even when Kyouka wrapped her arms around Atsushi’s torso, the pain never ceased, and he doubted it would ever go away.

{~:~}

As the forth month began closing in, both the teens were beginning to worry. What would happen if the others (If Ranpo hadn’t figured it out by then) found out about his pregnancy, and who the Father was. And both were worried about the outcome of this whole ordeal.

Later on the third month’s last day of the week, Atsushi began to panic as the large sweater he had bought began to grab looks of suspicion, and that wasn’t the only problem. His bump was beginning to show, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fully hide it. He could only hope no one would see.

Suddenly, the door to the President’s office opened, and everyone looked in that direction, eyes finding the Alpha president, Fukuzawa, and the Demon Snow wielder, Kyouka, standing in the entrance.

“Atsushi, Dazai, both of you  and Kyouka need to come into my office. We have some business to speak of.” 

Atsushi didn’t like the way everyone looked to him and his mentor.

But both did as told, dropping everything and walking behind the President and Kyouka, through a dark hall before reaching the small office, both teens sat in the chairs while Dazai leaned against the wall. The President was quick to take his seat, and didn’t say anything. It was silent, and Atsushi was starting to worry. What was this about? Did they find out about the pregnancy? Who the Father was? Did Kyouka tell them? What will happen to him? What happens when they get rid of him? What happens when Akutagawa finds out-

The door opened and they all looked to see Ranpo.

“Glad you could join us Ranpo.”

“Yeah, no problem!” He smiled, before leaning against the doorframe. “Let’s get this meeting started.”

“Indeed.” Fukuzawa’s sharp green eyes met Atsushi’s mismatched eyes, making him fidget with his sweater.

“Atsushi, you have to answer everything we ask.” Fukuzawa stated in a calming voice, but it only made him more nervous.

“Y-...Yes….”

“Good.” Ranpo walked to the desk, sitting on the edge in front of Atsushi.

“Atsushi, are you pregnant?”

Fear, but not shock…

“...Yes.”

“How many months has it been?”

A gulp, a quiver in his lips, fingers grasping at the fabric of his sweater.

“Four… Starting tomorrow…”

“Who knotted you? Do you know them?”

Of course he did.

That’s what he was terrified.

“Yes. I do know them…”

“Do we know them?”

“...Yes…” Tears were threatening to spill. 

“Is it someone in the ADA?”

“...No…” He bit his lip.

“Is it someone from the Mafia?”

That’s all it took, for the tears to fall and he slowly lifted his head to meet Ranpo’s, Dazai’s and the President’s.

“...Yes…” He sniffed, clenching his fists around his womb.

All four other people, all Alpha, looked between each other, before looking back to Atsushi.

“Kyouka said you might be in danger due to being an Omega. But she refused to tell anything unless you were to tell us yourself. I’m sorry for scaring you Atsushi… But we needed to make sure you didn’t lie to us.”

Atsushi sobbed, covering his eyes, but nodded.

“...Are you… Going to get rid of me…?”

“Get rid of you? No. But this is quite the issue.” Fukuzawa stood up, and walked over, reaching out his hand to rub Atsushi’s stiff shoulders.

“We came up with a way for you not to be found out by the Mafia, but can still work for the Agency. We’ve decided that you and Kyouka, until the child is born at least, move to a different part of the country to work for one of my colleagues.” Fukuzawa explained, and Atsushi looked to the person he was looking at.

Dazai simply smiled understandingly, while he said.

“I already have a good idea of who it is. Which is why it’s best if you get transferred instead of staying indoors. Plus, where you're going is a safe haven for Omegas and for a child to grow up a bit.”

Fukuzawa pulled away from trying to comfort the young Omega, before stating.

“We decided it was the best course of action. For both you, and the child.”

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 19

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I have realized that I am not suited for social situations whatsoever.

In hindsight, this is something I should've learned earlier on but at this moment it's become clearer than ever. 

The moment, in particular, I'm talking about is how on Friday at lunch, the peaceful cafeteria table that once belonged to 'The Triplets' aka Lylah, Wren and I, has suddenly been surrounded by a colony of football jocks, courtesy of Jay. 

Jay's seated next to me with his arm around my shoulders, telling me all the latest news about him and the team.

I'm in a sandwich between him and his friend Yvonne, a female alpha with russet brown skin, her hair styled in cornrows that stream down her back.

She keeps cracking purposely stupid jokes in an attempt to make Lylah laugh.

It's been unsuccessful so far but she is relentless.

I don't miss the little smile Lylah's trying to hide.

"You'll go to my game tonight, won't you?" Jay asks me, flashing me a charming smile. 

"O-Oh, uh-.." I start to stutter, losing the ability to speak as everyone's eyes watch me expectantly. 

I look to Lylah for help and she nods at me excitedly, encouraging me to reply.

"S-sure. Can't wait," I finally manage to get out.

A chorus of whoops and hollers resound around me and everyone looks excited.

Except for Wren, of course.

He blows his long hair out of his face disinterestedly.

But other than that, he's been acting normal so I try not to think anything of it.

After lunch, we're walking through the halls and Lylah is nearly bouncing off the walls.

"Isn't this so amazing? We were personally invited to the game," she exclaims, latching onto my arm and pulling on it. 

"Yeah but anyone can go. You don't need an invite," Wren huffs. 

"Oh, stop being such a negative nancy. You better come tonight hoe."

"Um, well..." Wren looks conflicted, avoiding eye contact with us. 

"Come on," Lylah insists. "The Triplets have been in a funk all week! We need something to lighten up." 

We both give Wren pleading looks and he eventually gives in, a smile breaking out on this face.

A smile that fills me with relief because I haven't seen it in a while.

"Ugh, fine. But I know y'all just wanna go for the players, not the game."

"Hehe, you caught me," Lylah sticks out her tongue and winks teasingly. 

Wren rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

"You're shameless," he says and we all laugh.

We're at Lylah's after school getting ready to go to the game when it crosses my mind that I haven't seen Daemon for a few days.

He's been busy with his pack work and Lucien's been the one driving me.

It's weird but I feel like I miss him.

No, I just miss arguing with him.

That's it.

I miss blowing off steam as he gets all pissed off, his voice deepening to that angry rumble as he gives me that devouring look of his.

Ugh... here I am thinking these things again.

I pull out my phone to text Lucien that I'm going to the football game tonight.

He just tells me to be safe and to get back home before eleven.

He's so nice.

It's almost strange to me how nice he is.

The fact that fathers like him exist is crazy to me.

I've tried with all my might to remember my real father but my memory of the past is so hazy days.

I still remember the horrible pain and things I endured but things like how people or places looked back in Dark Moon are so hard to recall.

Sometimes it feels like my brain is shutting down, like it's trying its best to block the memories of that place out.

My father is even harder to remember than my mother.

He was actually the Head Alpha of Dark Moon when I was younger.

I don't even remember his name.

He abandoned the pack when I was six and that's when his brother, Alpha Ferix, took me and my mother in.

He also stepped up to take the place of Head Alpha in my father's absence.

I don't feel much for my father.

Contempt, maybe.

For being a coward and running from his mistakes.

Alpha Ferix always told us that the reason my father left was because he didn't have the courage as Head Alpha to go forward with a crucial attack, so Alpha Ferix had to step up and do it himself.

After that, my father was shunned and abandoned us out of shame.

During those conversations, I remember how my mother would never speak.

Her mouth would always be pressed in a firm line and her eyes cast downward.

There was no light left in her after that.

She fell ill to a parasitic disease that was rampant at the time.

It's called Xaerva.

Usually, a person's immune system can fight it off but the old and weak are easily susceptible.

My mother wasn't old but all the fight she had in her left with my father, her mate.

She didn't have the strength to win against the disease.

Her blood poisoned and she died. 

And that's how I ended up all alone with my uncle, who's also my stepfather, Alpha Ferix.

It's confusing but he basically forced my mom to take him as a replacement 'mate' instead of my father.

But she hated him.

And she took that hate to her grave and died after four years in that hell with him.

I used to be angry with her, for leaving me to suffer but now it just saddens me.

I wish we could have escaped together.

It's all in the past now.

I just don't want to think about it anymore.

I try to push it out of my head as I attempt an eyeliner wing in Lylah's bathroom, failing terribly.

It looks like a thick slug attached itself to the corner of my eye.

How does Lylah do this every day and look killer?

I'm hopeless. 

Lylah knocks on the door, not waiting for me to invite her in before she barges in.

"Lylah," I screech, attempting to hide my face behind my hands. 

But she's already seen it, evident from the snort that leaves her mouth.

"Oh, Ash, that looks rough buddy," she laughs as she pulls out her phone to snap a pic. 

I scowl at her, trying to block her camera with my hand.

"Very funny."

Then I watch as she pours some type of clear solution onto a cotton swab.

"Let me fix that for you," she says, wiping at my eyes.

So I let her get to work and by the time we're all done getting ready it's nearly seven, which is when the game starts.

I can't believe we took three hours to get ready.

Time flies when you're trying to do eyeliner, I guess.

When we get there, I'm overwhelmed by how packed the stands are.

We manage to find a spot near the field but it's near a group of loud Alphas who definitely look too old to be high school students.

Lylah whispers to me that they're probably alumni.

Jay lights up when he sees us, waving at us from the field and we wave back.

I don't really understand what's going on the field so I just cheer when everyone else does.

It's enjoyable, at least until the group of guys starts bothering us near the end of the game.

"Hey, what's your name, sweetheart?" one of them asks Wren, scooting closer to where we're sitting. 

Wren just frowns at him, ignoring the question.

"Awe, don't play hard to get," he continues, his friends snickering and egging him on. 

"Guys, I need to go to the restroom," Lylah suddenly says, grabbing our arms and standing up.

This earns a round of dissatisfied grunts from the Alphas as we leave.

Ew, they're total pigs.

Living as Omegas in an Alpha-dominated society kind of sucks.

They think they can just make advances on us whenever they want. 

As I look back, I notice one of them staring at me intently.

I realize he's the man I saw at the garage when I ditched school with my friends.

The one Daemon was begrudgingly talking to.

Just like then, I don't like the look in his eyes. 

"Thanks for that, Lylah. Ugh, those creep,!" Wren shivers in disgust.

"Fucking grown men acting like sleazebags."

"What's new?" Lylah sighs as we walk down to the bleachers to the half-sized chain link fence that separates the platform we stand on from the field.

We choose to stand there until the game ends rather than go back to our seats.

With a final touchdown, the coach blows the whistle and our side erupts in cheers. 

"Did we win? Did we win?" I ask excitedly. 

"Yeah duh, Ash. Look at the scoreboard." Wren laughs and I do, seeing that we won by double, 30 - 15.

I watch as our team celebrates, lifting Jay up in the air in elation.

Then they let him down and he pulls off his helmet, spotting me up at the front.

He jogs over and Lylah squeals. 

"I'm glad you're here," he grins up at me and a crowd starts to surround us. 

"Wouldn't miss it," I say, flushing a little. 

Then he starts doing something I did not see coming.

He starts pulling off his jersey, making everyone start to scream.

I watch with wide eyes as he pulls it clean off, revealing his sweaty bare chest.

Lylah is squealing like there's no tomorrow, gripping my arm so tightly it feels like my circulation is going to get cut off. 

Then he hands the number eighteen jersey up to me and the screaming around us only gets louder.

"For you, gorgeous," he winks and I think I hear people fainting.

I take the damp shirt in my trembling hands, not believing what just happened. 

"T-Thanks," I say breathlessly, overwhelmed by everything.

"Oh my God. Let me smell it," Lylah yanks my hand that's holding it up to her face and breathes in deeply, coughing a little as her eyes squint.

"Okay, it was better in my head," she quickly pushes it away from her face in disgust and Jay bursts out laughing. 

I can't help but smile as Jay animatedly goes over the highlights of the game, making exaggerated hand movements.

The crowd dissipates after a while and Lylah pulls Wren off somewhere, saying she'll let us have our 'alone time.'

"So, how was I?" Jay asks. 

I don't know how to tell him I couldn't really tell any of the players apart with their helmets on, especially because I didn't know his jersey number until now. 

"Amazing. You played so skillfully and scored..so many goals," I gush, trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about.  

Jay raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.

"Something tells me you didn't know which one was me."

I blush, wringing my hands in his jersey.

"Guilty. But I do know you carried the game. Congrats, Jay." 

"That's enough for me," he flashes me another grin before a teammate calls him over to talk to the coach.

We bid our goodbyes and I walk back to the bleachers, getting swept up in the crowd of people streaming toward the exit.

I check my phone, seeing that it's already 10:30.

I need to get home. 

[avery-thorne-bookthoughtsblog]

Wretched Balance Excerpt

Presentation part 1

When post-graduate student Indigo Blackthorne schedules her first tattoo appointment, the last thing she expects is to be sent into presentation as an omega by her tattoo artist. 

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Chapter One   Indi:

           I looked at the tasteful archway of the tattoo parlor with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I’d spent the better part of the past few months scouring social media, trying to find an artist that could tie together the styles I wanted for this tattoo—my first. I’d decided that it was time to reclaim my body, customizing it the way I wanted.

Maybe if I had enough beautiful art to look at instead, I would be able to look at my body without feeling waves of shame and disgust.

Eventually, I’d landed on Inkspire, owned and operated by Tomás Navarro. His greyscale hyperrealism was what had originally drawn my eye, but as I looked deeper into his portfolio, I’d become enraptured with the way he captured the depths of color in his tattooed gems.

After that, it was a matter of explaining my concept and getting a quoted price range.

Everything was set—all I had to do was cross the threshold, and I could begin.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself, before I do just that, silver bells jingling as I open the door.

“Welcome to Inkspired,” the gorgeous Latine man behind the counter greeted me. “Indigo?”

I gave a little half wave, overwhelmed by his brilliant smile. “That’s me!”

Internally, I cringed. Could I be any more awkward?

“Tomás,” he said, stepping around the counter and striding to me with an outstretched hand.

I grabbed it, surprised by how rough the callouses on his palm felt against my academic’s hands. A jolt of heat shot through me as I shook it, and I pulled my own back as quickly as I could.  

“C’mon, let me show you the final design,” he said, gesturing me towards the desk. He handed me a tablet and I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

It was beautiful, and everything I had wanted. The raven’s outstretched wings had feathers beautifully defined with deep blues and purples. Held in its feet was a black Lightning Ridge opal cabochon, brighter shades of blue, green, and purple—my favorite colors—flaring across the dark gem. Between the wings and the centerpiece, strings of smaller pear-shaped jewels of the same color draped in many levels.

It would sit so that the raven’s wings went from shoulder to shoulder on me, the full tattoo taking up the majority of my sizeable chest, when all of the chandelier necklace’s precious stones finished dripping down my cleavage.

I’d always been defined by the size of my breasts, them being the first thing to develop when I started puberty at nine. As a result, I had been constantly restricted with what clothes I’d been allowed to wear, and my chest size had been used as evidence that I was inherently sinful, a lure designed to lead otherwise upstanding men and boys into temptation.

It’d also been one of the few things I got compliments on, by those I’d attempted to date since reaching adulthood, so needless to say, I had a complicated relationship with my boobs. Who wouldn’t?

But I’d realized when I’d turned twenty a few months ago that, left in a vacuum, I actually loved the way they looked on me. So where better to start reclaiming my body and finding beauty in myself than where I already had seeds for it planted?

“I absolutely fucking love it, Mr. Navarro,” I breathed, barely tearing my gaze away from the tablet.

He chuckled, deep in his chest. “I’m glad you love it. But please—call me Tomás. Mr. Navarro is my father.”

“I’m excited for you to put it on me, Tomás,” I said warmly, fully meeting his deep brown eyes with my own for the first time. For a second, his eyes darkened with what I would call desire if he’d been looking at anyone else.

Foolish, I thought, glancing away quickly as I blushed. As if someone who looks like that would be interested in someone as fat as me.

Tomás was undeniably an alpha, towering above me and his tawny arms corded with thick muscles. He had an aquiline nose, wide, generous lips, and a square jaw with the barest dusting of dense stubble across his face. His hair was a few shades black than even my own dark chocolate brown, and hung in beautiful waves around his face. His scent had sweet cocoa top notes, a teakwood middle, and depths of a deep, earthy spice.

I paused, considering. I’m not normally able to scent alphas in that type of way.

I shrugged, dismissing the idea and grinding the stab of hope in my chest to dust. I was at the normal age when presentation happened, and I’d long-since wanted to be one of those betas who is near-magically transformed into the ever-valued omegas. Hell, I’d even have several beta men be interested in me because I was the closest they’d ever come to someone with ‘omega sized tits and ass.’

It wasn’t pleasant.

Besides. I was a masters student, and I’d seen more than my fair share of how omegas were treated by others—especially male alphas—when they were candidates for post-grad certifications. Dismissed as an airhead bimbo at best and anomalies failing to produce kids for their packs at worst—raging feminist somewhere in the middle, but those could be ‘cured’ by the right pack.

I already had a hard time getting others to take me seriously due to my age. I was going into a male-dominated field with my aims at becoming a tenured college professor. I put in enough work and had made enough advancements on my research that had I been male, I’m sure I’d have gained so much more praise than I currently did. I knew I could do it.

But why want to give myself an additional hurdle? I didn’t even want a pack—or kids. Not after that day.

So I was happy I was a size 18 5’6 beta, endowed with nearly as big a stomach as the rest of my curves. I had a baby face and a scent that was, at best, sweet green apples. It was safer.

Tomás cleared his throat, and I realized that I’d been lost in my own thoughts for longer than was socially acceptable.

Fucking autism.

“So uh. We can start whenever you want, if you’ll just take your shirt off…” he trailed off, his gaze raking over me in my tube top.

I’d made sure to wear a strapless corset I’d made to give myself the more back support needed by big boobs, maximizing my cleavage as best I could, and covered up with a fishnet hoodie. It was a huge fuck-you to the ways I’d been raised, and I’d worn it out a few times before to test out if I was okay with having that much skin exposed. There was no way I wasn’t going to show off this tat, and I needed to test the waters.

For my bottom half, I wore a long skirt with two slits up the middle front so that there was a long strip of fabric in between my legs. Underneath, I wore a pair faux-thigh high fishnet tights (and wore a pair of cheeky panties, the thin, smooth black silk pinstriped with mesh).

For some reason, I’d been craving silkier fabrics lately, and looser clothes. Wearing the corset wasn’t hard, per se—but it had been more comfortable when I first made it.

I

I probably gained weight, I thought gloomily.

“Yeah, no problem—where should I put my clothes?” I asked, looking around.

“You can hand it to me,” he said, holding out his hand. “And I’ll hang it up for you.”

“Sure, thanks,” I said, shrugging off my hoodie and handing it to him. “Do you need this corset off too?” I ran my hands up and down it slowly, soothing myself by stroking the seams in the black silk where the turquoise silk striping I’d put over the boning was. I looked up at him, feeling his eyes on me. “I wasn’t sure how you’d want my, um. Bosom?”

He watched me, mouth parted slowly. He swallowed, shook his head slightly, and coughed before speaking. “No, you can um. You can leave that on—I’ll have you adjust them as necessary. At least while I’m placing the stencil.”

“Okay, perfect,” I said. “Since I do want some of the gems to kinda go lower on the cleavage.”

“Oh?” he said, his voice strained as he printed out the stencils. The tattoo was broken into several core pieces, so they could be adjusted as necessary without having to do the whole thing all over again.

I’d been very curious and cautious about the tattoo, okay? I needed to learn as much about it as possible to make sure I could customize it enough to want it on my body forever. He’d been super patient and understanding with me, and I appreciated it a lot.

I’d felt really safe with him before meeting, and that impression was only confirmed now.

“Yeah,” I replied, holding absolutely still by keeping my eyes fixed on the painting visible on the wall where he had directed my head. “I can show you if you want.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” he said. “I’ll stand either in front of you or behind you as I put it on then, and you can look in the mirror and tell me where to put the dots.”

“Sure,” I said, walking over to the mirror and trying to ignore the way the thought of him behind me or kneeling in front of me had sent a throb to my core.

I’d been excessively horny lately, no matter how many times I made myself cum. It hadn’t quite gotten to the point where I was daydreaming about my favorite alpha professor I’d had a crush on since undergrad—who was now a colleague, and who’d chatted with me during office hours after bringing me a chocolate-raspberry scone. I’d also been craving sweet things, and I didn’t know why.

But it had definitely made it so I went out to a club later that night, using my fake ID to sneak in and hook up with men around my age. I didn’t get very far—no more than a hot and heavy makeout session that ended with him fingering me ineptly. But still, I’d been getting increasingly desperate for something in my holes, and my fingers were quickly becoming not enough.

It wasn’t surprising, exactly, that I got turned on at the thought of this alpha marking me from behind—oh fuck.

I realized with a desperate spasm in my core that I might be about to present as an omega.