#omega!makarov

[justadeadreaper]

okay so I'm curious- puptrapping you say? That you'd need another post to go into? I'd like to encourage this please

Puptrapping?

You want to hear about puptrapping, you say?

Anon, your wish is my command.

Just so you know, this is like you encouraging a crack addict by finding them a new dealer. I am not joking because this is my obsession at this point, but I do encourage you to send in more asks about Omega!Makarov or ideas you want me to write about because I will. I never originally thought of puptrapping; instead, it was my dear friend @frogchiro who said that she thought he would based on a comment I made about him tying you down to make sure you cum in him. Also, do thank @frogchiro because she helped me form these ideas in our late-night rants, and she is my biggest encourager.

Now that I have written this, I am tempted to write about Omega!Makarov with pups or a fic based on this idea if anyone wants it.

Obvious warnings for puptrapping (omegaverse version of babytrapping) and all the shit that goes with it, Omega!Makarov spiking your drink with an omegaverse version of Viagra (that sounds so fucking weird), but also a big misunderstanding between Omega!Makarov and reader.

This whole idea is based on it being a misunderstanding. Omega!Makarov is a feared man; no one even knows he is an omega; you were only allowed that grace of knowledge due to being his alpha -specifically chosen for being the most desired for your size and strength-. Knowing how secretive he was about his second gender, you presumed that he would never want pups as it would reveal his identity to the world, and he could not have that, could he? Hell, you did not even think he loved you; he only used you to satisfy his natural instincts that come with being an omega so that he would not be on a constant edge from having his subconscious desires not be fulfilled. You enforced the rule around using some form of protection as you did not want to force or pressure him into having pups that he would never want in a million years.

But oh, you poor, dumb alpha. How wrong could you be?

Omega!Makarov is infatuated with you. As soon as he saw you, he knew that you had to be his; no one else would be able to satisfy him after he saw you. Yes, he may be a cruel, heartless man but he loves you in his own special way and let me tell you he loves you with all his heart! He genuinely does! Now, being that he loves you so much, it is only natural that he wants your pups; it is only made worse by him being an omega and having the natural instincts to breed and have pups that poor omegas like him have. He knew he wanted pups from a young age, even if he knew that he did not love like a normal person does. Another part of him wanting to have pups is his own relationship with his father. A narcissistic, bullheaded alpha that abused Makarov and his poor brother for being omegas, Makarov had to watch as his poor mother was abused for not giving that asshole the alpha sons he desperately wanted. His father was never nice to him; he was a horrid father who chickened out at the last minute instead of suffering the consequences of his actions. Makarov does not want to be like that; he instead wants to be the best father he can be and have as many pups as he can to shove it to the old man who damaged him so much, to embrace the one thing his father abused him for and always forced him to hide.

So, for you to say that you need to use birth control? That is the biggest insult to him! Do you not love him? Do you not think he is a good enough omega to have your pups? Are you just using him to get yourself off? Are you planning on just dropping him off one day? Why do you not feel like him? He wants your pups so badly, why do you not want to give them to him?

He damn near hissed at you for suggesting such a thing, but he decided to hold his tongue as he knows he will get his way, he always has.

Now it just. depends on what type of birth control you force him to use for what he does to still be able to have your pups.

Condoms? Expect every single one to have multiple puncture holes from the set of pins that used to belong to his mother. Small enough for you not to notice but just big enough to allow enough cum to come through to give him a nice litter of pups. But that is only if you are stupid enough to allow him to be the only one to supply the condoms or allow him to be around the box by himself for longer than two minutes. If you buy them and never let him near them, you can be sure that those things will rip because, for some reason, your knot was a lot bigger than it normally is causing the condom to rip.

Birth control? He is lying about being on it. The prescription he showed you was a fake he forced a poor pharmacist to make as the pills inside that he showed you were nothing more than sugar pills mixed with the omegaverse version of Viagra known as an Amplifa that helps people knot while also increasing their fertility that he forced the drug dealers he hires to make. Each day, he will take them in front of you, knowing that they do not work. But if you are the one to supply the pills, then he is finding any pill or herb known to man to counteract it so that the birth control fails.

The Amplifa he uses to spike your drink and his own have a few side effects. I imagine omegas to have a reverse knot to match an alpha’s knot, which means they are doubly bonded. How it works is by inflating the sides of the passage like how, for an alpha, the base inflates to lock inside; it is to make sure that the alpha is being milked of all their cum and that the omega is too tight for the alpha to pull out. Since both he and you have been spiked with it, it causes your knot to inflate beyond the point of it being pulled out while he is too tight that it hurts to try and pull out. It also makes the knots last for hours upon hours instead of the normal half an hour to an hour, as it makes you cum so much. Not to mention it makes you incredibly more horny so you could fuck for longer.

With everything prepared, he has sex with you.

Once you are close to cumming he leg locks you making sure you can not push him off as you cum. Your knot inflating inside him as he milks you dry, all while he is still moving his hips in a specific motion to cause more friction that stimulates you and makes you hard yet again. Wiggling his hips and whining as you have yet another orgasm while the two of you are stuck together as his reverse knot will just not let go. Watching as his tummy begins to form a bump already as it grows from how much cum you have stuffed inside of it with every orgasm. He puts on the “I’m innocent, I swear!” act; he uses all the manipulation tactics he knows, the fake tears, the lies, the everything. He is just a simple omega who was trying to enjoy sex with his alpha; he has no idea what is going on. Whining over how worried he is since with this much cum he is most definitely already pregnant, even if you were being safe. All of this while he continues to move his hips as you cum once more.

And as soon as you are asleep from exhaustion and overstimulation he is gently caressing his stomach as he purrs. He can already imagine the litter of pups he will be having in a few months and how much of a happy family you all will be...

[thegnomelord]

Just had this dark idea in my head involving Hound and Makarov. What if while Makarov was in prison, he starts becoming very sick, and the guards start to notice as well. He claims to have cramps, vomiting a lot, and bloating. Suspicious signs of pregnancy. So the facility gives him a ton of pregnancy tests, all of which were positive. Makarov knew this day would come before he was captured because he washed down the birth control and made you cum blanks inside him without protection. He wanted something to remind you that you belonged to him, a piece of you to always have with him, someone to love when you aren’t there.

The news spreads like wildfire in the base, 141 couldn’t believe what they heard and debated if they should tell you or not. But in the end they all agreed you should know the truth. Price was the one to break the news and hold you tightly as you had a mental breakdown. Makarov was pregnant with your child.

NGL I'm having serious thoughts of whether or not to put abo verse into the Hound/Good dog universe because like, it feels really fitting.

Like Makarov's an omega, he grew up being told he'd need to be a good omega for his future alpha and be subservient and all that shit, and he's had to fight tooth and nail for everything. And he loves having control over such a big and burly alpha like Hound, turning the usual dynamic on it's head. It would also make brainwashing Hound easier with all the pheromones and come Hound's rut when alpha's get desperate for an omega's touch.

Price and Ghost are omegas, Gaz is a beta and Johnny's an alpha. I headcanon when Hound was still a sergeant they'd do this scenting session after particularly hard missions where they'd scent each other and just cuddle until your inner alpha was content and happy knowing your omegas were okay.

Also the angst of Price or Ghost trying to do the same thing only to have you recoil and growl at them. Aaaand maybe the heartbreak of finding out Makarov had bonded you and him, owns Hound body and soul is jught ughtuddafeha.

Also yes yes yes the angst of finding out Makarov is pregnant with your child would be such good angst! And then dealing with the instincts to protect your pregnant omega would make it an even bigger dilemma when it comes to choosing between Makarov and 141.

But idk lemme know what ya'll think before I go and change things up lol.

[sprout-fics]

Sprout-Fic's Call of Duty Masterlist

Snowblind (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F! Reader 'Fix')

Summary:

He's robbed the breath from your lungs, fissures extending ever outwards. They carve down into your bones, seep into the cracks of you where the gale of self doubt howls forsaken into the bitter wind. Yet there's warmth in his touch, one that melts away at the crystal heart of you suspended delicately like glass. It twinkles and glints in the darkness, shining outwards into the shadows of you both.

It's him. It's always been him.

Masterlist

Little Mouse (König x F! Reader 'Maus')

Summary: During a routine covert op, you and Gaz are attacked by an unknown assailant, one who takes your unconscious form and carries you away into the night.

"Hello, little Maus."

Masterlist (Here)

Consequences (Brat! Tamer Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Reader) 18+

Summary:

It doesn’t take much to get a rise out of him, but he doesn’t let it show. The mask keeps his face hidden except for his eyes- calculating, cold. You’re the only one who can see the subtle indicators of his annoyance. His finger tapping on his weapon, the shift in his stance as he widens his legs to look bigger, the low, subtle warning bite in his voice that speaks of consequences.

18+ Series, Minors DNI

Masterlist (Here)

Completed

Rotes Madchen (Werewolf Konig x F!Reader)

Completed

Summary:

You thought the woods were safe.

You hear the rumors, of the strange creature lurking in the forest, the thing with dripping red claws and snarling fangs. Mammoth, dangerous, primordial. He could swallow you whole.

Yet the thing you find is not a monster but a man, injured and weak, surrendering to your soothing hands offered in aid. Yet things in the woods are not always as they seem, and soon you begin to uncover the differences between monsters, men, and the creatures that lurk in the waning light of the full moon.

(Masterlist)

Tag, You're It (TF141 x F!Reader) 18+

Summary:

The room goes still, the five of you lounging around the rec room table on base, where a collection of bottles and snacks litters the surface. The quiet solitude of evening hangs subtle between you all, and if you breathe in you can smell the lingering trace of shampoo, all of you scrubbed fresh and clean following your arrival back after a successful mission. Here, gathered together in mutual company, it’s you who lets the words fall out of your mouth to the surprise of the men around you.

“I want you all to chase me down and take turns on me.”

18+ Series, Minors DNI

Masterlist

Call of Duty Omegaverse AU (Poly TF141 x Omega F! Reader) (18+)

Summary:

You've concealed your presence as an omega for your entire military career, careening up the ranks, collecting accolades, and having the privilege to assist the notorious 141 Taskforce. Yet on a mission gone wrong, you find yourself in circumstances entirely out of your control, and the events that follow hurtle you into the path of a pack that finds out they will do anything to make you theirs.

(Masterlist)

Engravings (Makarov x F! Reader)

Darkfic tw

Summary:

Marionette, your callsign. A name he bestowed upon you, the one who holds the strings. You’re his blade, his weapon, the arrow in his bow. You fly in the direction of his enemies, cut them down with lethal precision, feel their heartbeats stutter and still in your hands. You’re used to the scent of blood by now, arrive back to him awash in red and let him kiss it from your lips, the taste of your murder on his tongue.

You know what the others say about you. You see them as they watch you walk with him, two steps back, by his right shoulder. A designated position. If someday he were to be betrayed, shot through his spine, you know the bullet would enter you first.

You know too that you’ve accepted this.

-----

You never had reason to doubt Makarov until you find yourself cornered by a mysterious man who stares at you with wide eyes and whispers a devastating revelation

"What did he do to you?"

(Masterlist)

Oh Muse, Tell me of the Things Done by Golden Aphrodite

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F! Reader)

Summary:

A sacrifice, they tell you. One to spare the fate of your city from the god of death's vengeful wrath. They lay you upon the sacrificial altar, where you weep and await your demise. Only to awaken in the palace of a God. (An Eros and Psyche inspired AU)

(Part 1)

Requests:

Sunshine (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader)

Jealous (Ghost x Reader x König)

Jealous (Part 2) (Ghost x Reader x König)

Drunk (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader)

Sick (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader)

Affliction. Affection. (Konig x GN Reader)

That One Motorcycle Bit (Simon Ghost Riley x F! Reader) (18+)

Oneshots:

Sunroom (John Price x F! Reader) (18+)

Afterburn (141/Los Vaqueros x F! Reader) (18+)

Speak Now (Gaz x Reader)

I'll Be Better in the Morning (Soap x Reader)

Goodnight Darling (John Price x GN Reader)

Unravel (Ghost x Reader)

Breaking and Entering (John Price x Wife! Reader) (2)

Adjustment (Dom! Price x GN! Reader) (18+)

Spitfire (Philip Graves x F!Reader) (18+)

Coyote Kiss (Phillip Graves x F!Reader)

Old Guard AU (TF141 & Reader)

Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Again. (Soap x Reader)

Danger Close (Captain John Soap MacTavish x F! Reader) (18+)

Mind the Drop (Dom Price x F! Sub Reader)

In the Softness (Nikolai x F! Reader) (18+)

Silver Fox (Nikolai x F! Reader) (18+)

Headcanons

NSFW Soap Headcanons (18+)

Valeria Garza Headcanons (18+)

Ghost and Gaz Headcanons

Poly 141 Headcanons (18+)

Soap Hugs

TF141 and Using a Safeword (18+)

TF141 and Dogs

TF141 + Los Vaqueros and Pegging (18+)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Trauma, and Kink (18+) SA TW

Hitman 141 AU

Sex with Simon

Captain MacTavish and Captain Price's wife (18+)

Neighbors Alpha Ghost (18+)

[ellaa-writes]

The Beast Within

author note: Part 7, part 6 here. 2k words. Kind of a filler chapter but I'm building up for something. Thanks for all the support on the last part and my other fics. Means so much and has given me a boost of confidence to start writing again. Good Dog 3 coming soon! Also part 2 to the Roommate fic. Any ideas or requests are welcomed, Enjoy :) masterlist

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female Reader, A/b/o dynamics. Mean Konig is back. Roze is a "doctor" in this. Mentions of dead bodies, blood, violence. Reader has had enough and does something drastic. Vomit and other bodily fluids. Not proof read.

Following around the Russian has been nothing more than annoying. Watching the slimy bastard eat his dinner and fuck his whores. Nothing solid just yet, it's been a nonstop week of tailing him.

Your calls stopped coming in, but he did arrange for a friend to stop by. Make sure you are eating and taking care of yourself. And also for some socialization.

Every time you try to leave the house he gets notified by the guards standing by. Every mean and nasty word you say to them. All logged into a file, a little proud of your fierceness against the Betas.

König was getting restless himself, currently taking a break while Simon stalked Makarov. Keeping him informed on his every move. They needed more evidence, more of a reason to tamp him out other than some gossip.

König avoided checking the security cameras, expecting the house to be a shit storm. On one of his excursions following Makarov he stopped in a jewelry store. Picking out a beautiful diamond necklace, planning on using it as some sort of collar.

It was late enough into the night that you should be in bed. Or asleep somewhere, from the logs it seems you've been using the livingroom as your central station. Anytime one of the Beta guards enter the house you scream and snarl until they leave.

Making notes for himself to start your training soon as he got back. He's hoping just another week, if not two.

On the other hand you have completely lost your mind.

The house in disarray, you pulled open every drawer and cabinet in the house. Throwing the contains on the floor, you weren't internally sure what you were looking for.

The days rolled on and you slowly began losing faith. You stopped contacting König all together, declaring that if he is dead that it was good riddance. You can got back to your normal life.

Maybe you would even get a pay out, some sort of compensation for a lost mate. Those being rare but still happen. Some even being lavished in luxury, true freedom you thought.

After waking from one of your many anger induced naps you found yourself at the dammed wooden door. Willing it to unlock and burst open.

Leaving the dark hallway and finding the tool kit stashed away in the laundry room. You dragged the kit into the living area and towards the direction of the door. Not really sure what the plan is.

You tried every screwdriver you could find to try and pry the lock off the damn thing. Even using a few hammers to bang on the knob it's self. The only progress you made was loosening the knob and creating a bunch of scratches and dents.

A ding and knock echoed through the home. Making you jump back from your work, causing you to hastily stuff the tools back into the box and slide it into a random closet. You nearly ran to the door, peaking through the peep hole.

A brown headed women stood in front of the door, a guard at her left as she waited for you.

Hesitantly you undid every lock and latch, doing them up after getting frustrated at the spies checking in on you.

You swung the door open, staring the women down. She was dressed fairly professional, she carried a small bag at her side whole the guard held a few other larger bags.

"Oh Hi. You must be the Omega." she gave you a bright smile. It warmed up your cold heart, spreading through your bones.

"How are you?" your voice came out almost sheepish. "What are you doing here?" you followed a little more confidently. Standing your ground, wanting answers before you let this strange women into your home, well König home.

"Did he not tell you?" she asked concerned, turning to look at the guard to her side who shook his head no.

"I swear he's always been horrible with communication. I apologize on his behalf you sweet thing." she held the small bag up to your face. "I brought pastries." you could smell the delicious sweetness through the bag.

"You can call me Dr. Roze." you grabbed the bag and stepped to the side. Allowing her in but stopping the guard. "It's ok Angelo. You can leave the bags at the door. Don't want to upset the Omega." the guard froze, looking at you with worry before he dropped the bags on the floor and closed the door behind him.

"Sorry for the sudden intrusion like this." Dr. Roze spoke, looking around at the state of the house. You felt a tad embarrassed, pushing a pile of papers and junk off to the side as you say at the kitchen bar. Pulling out the Danish and muffins.

"Have you been eating? König called concerned you've been neglecting yourself." she turned to you, watching as you chewed and swallowed the treat.

It hit heavy in your stomach, the same feeling of anger and distrust eating it whole.

"You talked to him? He's alive?" you felt a little disappointed. Having convinced yourself he died, but now coming to the realization that he has been ignoring you.

All the days you've cried for him, his touch and scent. You completely lost your appetite, shoving the treats into the trash and slamming in closed.

"Yes dear. As he not keep contact?" she regarded you with concern.

"No." you spat. Suddenly becoming hostile to this strange women. A women who your Alpha would rather talk to than you.

"I think you should leave." you forcibly said. Moving further away from the women. You could feel the anger rising in you.

"I don't think that's a good thing right now. You are in destress and that's not good for the pup." she tried to approach you but you nearly tripped over your feet getting away from her.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling, the way your chest tightened, the way your small breakfast what's to come up. You rush around the other side of the big island and too the guest bathroom. Spilling your stomach into the porcelain sink.

Dr. Roze keeping her distance but following suit. Pulling your hair out of your face as she turns the water on. Letting the cold water drip into the back of your neck.

"Deep breaths now, come on. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Just like that, good omega. Good." she cooed to you. Allowing her to help you.

She managed to calm you down, now sitting in the large tub filled up to your shoulders. You had your knees pulled to your chest, resting your chin on top.

You could hear Dr. Roze cleaning up the house. You also smelt something yummy cooking away. Still unsure how to feel about the situation. You wanted to hate her. Why her. Why not you.

Shaking your head to rid you of those thoughts. Deciding you were done soaking, draining the tub as you dried off and pulled your thickest and fluffiest robe on. You sat on the end of the bed, the bed you haven't laid on since the day König left.

That bastard.

It still smelt like him, the whole room smelt like him. It made your feel warm inside but also made you want to throw up again. After a few long moments you got dressed and made your way back to Dr. Roze.

Stopping before you entered the living area, you could hear her hushed yelling. She must be on the phone, she sounds pretty mad.

Finally emerging, she gave you one of her warm smiles and abruptly hung the phone up.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" she chirped. The idea of going outside, beyond the patios. You jumped at the opportunity, digging out your comfortable shoes from the coat closet and pulling on your favorite sweater.

"Are you sure.... That I can?" you questioned warily. Anytime you tried leaving the place you were marched back in. "Don't worry about it honey." she guided you out of the house, waiting in the hallway for the elevator. You've never been more excited, even though you still don't know this women. She could be leading you to your death but long as it happened out of that penthouse.

"When was the last time you just, you know, walked around." Dr. Roze kept with your pace, which was slow. "The night I met König. Which about about 2 months ago now. Wait 3 actually. Time moves differently when your stuck inside all the time." the weather was a tad chilly but you enjoyed it.

Dr. Roze just hummed beside you, letting you to continue in silence. After a few silence moments you can hear her phone buzzing. But she ignored it the first few times before finally digging it out and answering the call.

You could hear a deep angry voice in the other end. Slowing down and coming to a stop when Dr. Roze hung the phone up.

"I think it's time for us to head back, shall we? Maybe we can try to eat again." she turned to start going towards the way your came from.

"Are you really a Doctor?" you asked as you caught up to her. "Of course dear." she looked at your side ways.

"So what you said was true. That I'm... you know." you trailed off not wanting to say it out loud.

"You didn't know?" she asked, genuinely shocked. "You couldn't smell it? I did soon as you opened the door." she finished nonchalantly.

You just shook your head, your mind when to the lump of cells forming in your womb. Your would be wrapping right now if she had anymore to give.

Dr. Roze's phone never stopped buzzing but you both with ignored it on the walk to the penthouse.

Once inside the lobby waiting for the elevator you turned to Dr. Roze with a fake big smile. "It was really nice meeting you, I wish not see you again." it came out flat, your smile not reaching you eyes.

The doors opened you entered, pushing the close door option. Watching as Dr. Roze stared at you belligerently while the doors slid close.

You marched past the on duty guards, unlocking the door to your home. Slamming it closed behind you.

König knew he shouldn't have trusted that wretched women. Telling him he shouldn't have his doll locked up, under supervision. And then repeatedly violating his commands and than ignoring him.

He watched as his Omega entered the home by herself, disappearing towards the bedroom.

His phone buzzed, Roze, spitting in disgust he brought the device to his ear.

"Speak." he barked, hearing her breathing in the other end.

"You sure know how to pick them." her unamused voice carried through. "She doesn't want to talk to me. Locking herself back in that cage you call a home." she spat back

"I don't need your service anymore, your to incompetent." König was watching the screen, you've been out of sight for some time. Wishing he installed one in the bedroom, but knowing he treasures his privacy as well.

"You can't keep her-" the annoying women started but König cut her off. "I'm not repeating myself. Now make yourself scarces." he was the one to hang up the phone now.

Tossing it to the side, Makarov groaning in the distance. Simon was patiently waiting, keep the bastard alive just enough to get everything they needed from him.

His boots echoed throughout the empty factory, bodies scattered around. The smell of crimson heavy in the air.

"Now back to you." he purred out, his fist connecting to the side of the Russians face. "Do we have an agreement? Or do I have to show you again?" König motioned for Simon but the Russian spoke first.

"No, no! I understand." he said through the blood dripping out of his mouth. Simon grabbed his hair to the scalp, yanking back so he could make eye contact with him. "Where's your manners?" he growled down at the bleeding man.

"I understand my Alpha." Makarov coughed out, his broken face shining in the dim light. The Beast smiled down at him this time "Pack him up dog, make sure he finds his way home." König dismissed them. Watching as Simon dragged the man out of the building.

Finally some peace he thought, until his phone began going off back on the desk. It was his alarm, the one he installed on his desk. Opening up the cameras on the laptop König watched has his little Omega stood at his desk. The door in shambles and a sledge hammer leaning against the frame.

Getting the door open was the hardest part, using the flat head screw driver to pry open the desk was easy. Searching to contents, scattering them around the oak desk. Scanning through documents after documents about things you didn't understand.

You began rummaging around different files, nothing made sense to you. Just a bunch of numbers and dates. Not until you came across a file with pictures, but not just any pictures.

Bodies, all dead. In all stages of decay, some fresh. Some cut open and others still alive, well half alive. Your mouth hung agape as you looked through them all. Why would König have these? Are they evidence? Are they even his?

Who is he?

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[frogchiro]

I think edging Andrei is one of our best collective brain dumps alongside Omega! Makarov and it only came from a joke

You just jokingly saying about how she would say that she would want to see him edge then me saying he would send a video of it and then we just kept adding onto it and describing it

Overall very fun and I love edging Andrei, just denying him pleasure at the last minute

TRUE and it came from a Microsoft Edge meme out of all the possible places😭

But isn't he just dreamy?♡ Andrei laying on his back, his head supported by many pillows as he looks at you as you sit in between his spread legs, naked, smiling at your boyfriend as you continue to refuse to touch him, only encouraging him to keep going, to jerk his fat cock even though the man is already on the brink of insanity with how much he wants to cum but you keep tearing that pleasure away from him :((

Andrei will beg, whine and even snarl at you, his teeth gnashing and a growl making its way out of his throat when he basically demands you to let him cum, bucking his strong broad hips up, fucking his fist withiut abandon and in a brazen move tries to sit up and reach for you to yank you back and sit you on his cock but instead he's scolded like a schoolboy, his grabby hands smacked away and your hand squeezing the base of his cock almost painfully making Andrei let out a pathetic whine :((

What did you say about cumming? >:( He's a soldier and should know how to follow orders and you ordered him to not cum! Did all that testosterone wash out all his common sense and made him think only with his cock?

Your degrading words only made your poor Dyushka twitch in his hand, more precum spurting out with a throaty whine as he desperately tried to stave off his orgasm as much as he could, he's your good boy after all :((

[soaps-mohawk]

This isn’t meant to pressure you I just had this idea and wanted to share

If you want to be mean I could give MC’s bestie/old flame to Graves. Or to be even crueler… Shepherd… or Makarov

>;D

Or if you want to be nice you could give her to Alejandro and Rudy lol I don’t know if you have them in a relationship or anything for this

You know what's funny, you're not the only one that's brought up the idea of the reader's crush being Graves' omega. There's also been the idea of her winding up with KorTac too.

I don't think I'll be bringing her into the fic more than I did with just mentioning her. It would make things a little too complicated and make some things that happen later a bit too complex.

That would be an evil idea, though.

[fixfoxnox]

Calming (Hadir/Makarov)

Description: Makarov is enraged when he hears rumors spread about his mate. His mate calms him with promises of blood and heat.

Warnings: ABO AU, Violence, Implied NSFW, Discusses NSFW, Sexual Fantasies, Blood kink, mention of biting. Mention of sex in front of a dead body.

Note: As usual I write my male Omega's as essentially just being men with vaginas. Apologies if this isn't your taste.

"I bet if you ask, he'd spread his legs nice and wide for you," the man gave a snicker at the thought and nudged his friends side, "I mean, we all saw the way that he was "helping" Alexei with his rifle. I guarantee it isn't just Makarov's cock he's riding."

Makarov brought his cigarette to his mouth and took a slow drag from it. Anger was coursing through him, building steadily as the two stupid alphas around the corner continued to gossip, completely unaware of his presence, despite his slowly thickening scent. He was angry. He was going to rip them apart for speaking so lowly of what was his. But he didn't rush himself. He let the two men continue talking. He let them continue to dig a hole for themselves.

"I heard he threw himself at Makarov's feet, didn't have anything else to offer him so he just offered his body like a whore." Lies. Stupid lies at that. The thought of what the two men were saying made him laugh, they surely did not know his vozlublenniy if they believed such a thing.

Would he have loved it if his mate had immediately thrown himself at his feet and offered himself so easily? Of course he would have. However, his mate wasn't like that and it was one of the things that Makarov adored about him. His love had a little bit of a bite to him and he wouldn't change that for the world.

"Really? I mean I believe it. Rumor is that he's been flaunting himself around. Alexei said he let him fuck his mouth, apparently he was quite good with his tongue."

Anger coursed through Makarov's chest again, burning so hot that he was sure it was going to be permanently seared into his veins. He was going to tear these men apart and he was going to delight in the feeling of their blood on his skin. And, he thought as he took another slow drag of his cigarette, after he would find his mate and calm his senses by either burying his face in his neck, or his cock in his cunt.

With the thought of his pretty little mate waiting to be ravished, he snubbed his cigarette against the wall. His gun was happy weight in his hands and the weight of the knife strapped to his waist had him buzzing with excitement. The hot anger in his chest demanded to be sated and he intended to sate it with blood.

Makarov didn't bother knocking, he just pushed his way into the room. He could hear his mate talking and, as he opened the door wider he could see that the other was standing over a table, papers strewn about in front of him. He was talking with a few people through the computer, quickly and quietly asking questions in a language that Makarov was still trying to pick up fully. He could understand enough. Something about plans to investigate a soviet missile silo, one that was long abandoned.

He didn't bother waiting or trying to stay out of the way. After all, this was his mate. He would have his attention. Planning could wait, for now he needed something the calm the carefully simmering rage that still festered in his veins.

He moved quickly and quietly across the room before wrapping his mate up from behind. Immediately that sweet scent hit his nose, working through his system to put him at ease. Makarov buried his face into his neck, trying to get closer to the scent, trying to drink it in as much as possible.

His mate was quick to lean forward and tap a button on his computer, muting himself as the others he was talking with continued to speak as though nothing was happening. "Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and immediately Makarov could pick up on the concern that laced it. It was clear that he'd picked up on the anger that was still searing through his mate.

Makarov groaned into his neck, placing a kiss against his skin as Hadir's scent shifted to something tailor-made to comfort him. Something that slowly overwhelmed his senses with warmth and smothered the anger in him. "Saharok," Makarov acknowledged, still pressing closer, "how much longer?"

"Twenty minutes," Hadir answered easily, "are you covered in blood?" His voice stayed the same, but Makarov could smell the rising concern on him. That was no good.

He pressed closer, nipping at Hadir's neck, just over the mark he'd made some time ago, just over the mark that branded Hadir as his and his alone. A sense of satisfaction filled him at the reminder and he nipped at the skin again, running his tongue carefully over the scarred skin that he'd put there. Hadir shivered in response to the touch and leaned further into him, tilting his head just enough to give him better access to the expanse of skin.

"Not my blood."

"I figured," Hadir answered, his focus now less on the computer in front of him and more on grasping tight to Makarov's arms as his mate teased at his skin. Makarov delighted in the scent of heat and arousal that began to lace his mate's delicious scent.

He hummed against Hadir's throat, one of his hand slipping just under his shirt to skim across the skin of his chest. "Killed two of my men, have to kill another as well." the anger that had been simmering in him earlier made its reappearance, sharp and hot and demanding that he toss his mate over his shoulder and let him watch as he skinned alive the alpha that would dare claim to have touched what was his.

Immediately Hadir's scent shifted to comfort him again, answering his anger with an instinctual response. As much as Makarov hated to admit it, his advisors had been right. Taking a mate certainly helped to calm him.

"And why did you have to kill these men?" Hadir asked quietly, his attention a bit more focused despite Makarov's continued tempting attention at his neck.

Makarov gave a low growl at the memory and his grip around Hadir tightened, "They were talking about you. Calling you a whore, claiming you'd slept with one of my men." He paused for a moment before adding, "one of them is claiming to have fucked your pretty mouth."

Hadir paused at the words and, for a long moment, he said nothing. Makarov couldn't read much on his scent either and that fact sent stress running through him. He wondered for a moment if the other man was enraged by his words.

After several moments, Hadir reached forward to tap the button for his mic on the computer. He cut off the man that was currently speaking with a harsh snap to his words, one that sent heat down Makarov's spine. He quickly informed the men that he had something to take care of and let them know that they would speak the following day. With only a few other quick orders, he was ending the call and slamming the computer shut.

From there he careful turned around to face him, Makarov let the move happen, loosening his grip and moving his mouth away from Hadir's neck until his mate was facing him. He was quick to bury his face back into his neck, though, taking in deep breaths of the scent, still trying to read any sort of emotion on his mate. Sometimes he hated how good Hadir was at controlling his scent. It had left him more than a little lost during the beginning of their relationship. He knew his own scent was like a wide open book for Hadir. He could douse the anger and control it in front of others, but Hadir could read him too well.

Hadir traced along his spine, carefully moving until his hand was skating past Makarov's neck to bury itself in his hair. "Volodya," he spoke quietly, his words betraying nothing. Makarov could finally catch a wiff of his emotions on his scent and it was almost overwhelming. Rage, worry, love, heat. "You don't believe these men, do you?"

"Of course not," Makarov answered, his face still tucked close to Hadir's neck. "I trust you. I know you would never do such a thing. I know I'm the only one who can touch you."

Hadir seemed to give a sigh of relief at that and, immediately, he relaxed in Makarov's arms. Makarov hated that. Did his mate really think he wouldn't believe him? Did he really think that he would trust the word of three idiotic alphas over his own mate?

"Thank you," Hadir pulled Makarov closer to him, one of his hands gently stroking through Makarov's hair, carefully undoing any tangles as it went. "My love, perhaps," he seemed to hesitate for a moment and Makarov was quick to pull back to look at him fully.

"What is it? Vozlublenniy, tell me." He pressed his forehead against Hadir's, carefully catching his eyes to watch as his face dusted a red color. He always got like this when Makarov pressed them close like they were now.

Hadir seemed to hesitate for another moment before he offered in a careful but strong voice, "Perhaps you would let me handle this other man? The one who claims to have," his face wrinkled up for a moment before he spit out, "taken me in some way."

Makarov hummed at the words, though the alpha in him fought at the idea. He was supposed to take care of his mate, not leave it up to Hadir to handle. It was an irrational part of him, one he knew his mate hated, but one he found pressed back against the idea.

"Vozlublenniy," he started carefully, prepared to turn his mate down as kindly as he could.

Before he could get any further, Hadir was tugging him down to press their lips together in a harsh kiss. Makarov was quick to respond to the biting sting of teeth tugging at his bottom lip and the tongue that seemed insistent on making its way into his mouth. He pressed Hadir back against the table further, moving their bodies until they were pressed tight to one another. It was near impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began and Makarov was determined to be even closer.

His hands moved down Hadir's hips, skating over his ass with only a quick squeeze given to the fat there as they moved. His hands gripped tight at Hadir's thighs, tugging at them to encourage his mate to move up. Hadir responded quickly, jumping just slightly to allow himself to be sat on the table. He spread his legs, allowing Makarov his rightful place between them.

Hadir grabbed tight to Makarov's hair then, using his grip to pull the man's mouth away from his own. The action pulled a low warning growl from Makarov's throat, but he seemed unphased. Hadir gave a small grin before pressed forward to peck at his lips. Makarov tried to chase when he pulled away, but he was stopped with a swift tug at his hair.

"Volodya," Hadir's voice was low and teasing and he eased himself closer to Makarov again, moving until their faces were only an inch apart, their breaths mixing together, "let me handle him, hmm?" He paused for a moment before adding in a low voice, "You can watch."

Makarov groaned at the idea, his eyes closing just briefly so that he could imagine what Hadir was proposing. His sweet mate with a knife in his hand, blood staining his skin, a man begging for his life, pleading for mercy that Hadir would not give him.

He imagine after, licking the blood from his mate's skin, pressing him close and sinking his fingers between his slick soaked thighs. He imagined biting at his throat again, latching onto his skin and drawing blood from from him as he brought Hadir closer and closer to his end, close enough that he would beg for release, beg for Makarov to fuck him right there with a still warm body bleeding on the floor in front of them.

He cursed under his breath, arousal pulsing at him and filling the air around them. He knew that Hadir could taste the thick scent of him on his tongue, he could tell by the way his mate laughed. The sound of it sent shivers down his spine.

"Do you want that?" Hadir practically purred the words and Makarov pressed closer to him, desperate to feel all of him as he licked and nipped desperately at his throat.

"Yes," he muttered out, "Yes, I'll let you handle it. I'll let you do it."

Just like that Makarov was shoved away from Hadir's body. He stumbled back at the sudden show of strength from his mate and watched hungrily as Hadir pushed himself off of the table and crossed the room to pick up his knife. It was one Makarov had gifted to him and just the sight of the blade in his mate's hand was enough to have him practically vibrating with excitement, hunger pouring from his body in waves.

Hadir tucked the knife into his belt before starting toward the door, hardly giving a glance to Makarov as he passed. He only called out for him when he opened the door, turning to meet his eyes with a twinkle in his own. "Are you coming, Volod'ka?"

Makarov practically melted at the words. He was no better than a dog as he followed behind his mate loyally, a thick scent of heat trailing after him.

[diejager]

i feel like 🧋 anon would like oz's omega makarov because what ya 2 chatted about reminded me of him!

I saw that! Didn't read it yet, but I know it's about omega!Makarov baby trapping the reader. Thanks for reminding me to read it!

Boba anon!!! Go look at @justadeadreaper 's omega!Makarov, he's the dom :) and it's a darkfic :))

[vampsquerade]

Requests Rules (Current Status: Open)

Characters Per Request for headcanons: Maximum of 2.

Characters Per Story: Maximum of 4 (all characters will be partners with the reader; exceptions can and will be made if i like it enough).

Characters Per NSFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Characters Per SFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Please be as specific as you can when requesting as it helps me with my writing

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Requests are now open for a short time! Please just read my rules and request accordingly!

Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

What I Will NOT Write:

Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!

[ao3feed-gratsu]

Heavenly Heart

by Hydro_Contella

Magic was one of the most mysterious forces ever created in the world. This energy broke and gathered people together, to protect or destroy. Tyrone Wolfeus, originally named Lupus Friggix, a half-dragon, half-demon, adopted son of Acnologia, an ex-member of a dark guild, sets on his own journey, finding the truth of his identity. Along the way, he met many people, which helped him to pursue power, love, and truth.

Words: 1639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Natsu Dragneel, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Heartfilia, Juvia Lockser, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Cobra | Erik, Jellal Fernandes, Yukino Aguria, Minerva Orland, Laxus Dreyar, Freed Justine, Mystogan (Fairy Tail), Evergreen (Fairy Tail), Elfman Strauss, Lisanna Strauss, Bickslow (Fairy Tail), Romeo Conbolt, Wendy Marvell, Charle | Carla, Happy (Fairy Tail), Levy McGarden, Gajeel Redfox, Porlyusica (Fairy Tail), Makarov Dreyar, Zeref Dragneel, Mavis Vermillion, August (Fairy Tail), Larcade Dragneel

Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe/Original Male Character(s), Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel & Original Male Character(s), Lucy Heartfilia/Juvia Lockser, Erza Scarlet/Mirajane Strauss, Cobra | Erik/Jellal Fernandes, Yukino Aguria/Minerva Orland, Laxus Dreyar/Freed Justine, Evergreen/Elfman Strauss, Bickslow/Lisanna Strauss, Romeo Conbolt/Wendy Marvell, Charle | Carla/Happy, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Zeref Dragneel/Mavis Vermillion

Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Magic, dragon - Freeform, spells, Demon, Fairy Tail Dragon Slayers, Polyamorous Character, Alpha/Omega

Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/40229094

[ellaa-writes]

Good Dog

author note: Part 3 yay!! Series list found here. I actually edited this one, I know! Probably still mistakes lol, I love writing this type of Simon but mean Simon is still my favourite. Reader and Simon parts are going on at different times, weeks apart, just in case of any confusion of time line. Enjoy!

summary: His favourite words include; down boy, good dog, heel, fetch and his most favourite, get 'em. Well trained, and listens good. Loyal through and through. Always striving to be the absolute best. Ready to attack at all times, always on guard. Loves discipline, either giving or receiving. Working for a criminal mastermind, lurking in the shadows. You both trying not to be seen or noticed but after one unlucky night, all you both can see are the ghosts. He invades your life, if you both like it or not.

tags: Alternative Universe. Female reader. A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Simon, Beta Reader, Bad Scottish lingo (I tried). Very tame and a chapter filler.

You hadn't seen Simon in a few weeks, must have gotten bored you thought, eventually everyone leaves so why wouldn't he. Things felt different with him, like timed slowed down and life finally had a meaning.

You stopped in front of a news stand, big bold letters. OMEGA POPLUATION HITS AN ALL TIME LOW; leading scientists may have found a solution. You snatched the paper and handed the worker $5 telling him to keep the rest as you rushed back home paper in hand. The title wasn't what caught your attention, it was a few paragraphs down the words doctor and experimental procedure. Tossing your belongings on the dining table soon as you entered your grungy apartment.

Reading the article fully, then once more. Doctors have developed a experimental drug that could alter a Beta women's chemistry. Tricking the body into thinking its an Omega, a few experiments have been conducted and results have so far been proven successful. But they are searching for more Beta women to submit themselves into the program.

Those words playing over and over in your head, becoming an Omega, and having a loyal and supportive Alpha. Not having to worry about all the small things, not having to work and struggle to make ends meet. You could leave your pathetic life behind.

All Simon did was follow orders, being the good dog, he is. A successful mission out of the way, the Boss left before he did. Having to hurry back cause of his Omega. Simon used to have dreams about settling down, but that was before he became ghost. Stupid child aspirations, but mostly because he felt like he didn't deserve one. And who would want him as an Alpha, all teeth, and hard edges. It would be a punishment to be stuck with him until death, and death would be the reward.

You jotted the number down on a piece of paper and stuck it to your fridge. You didn't have to decide now, but you were tempted to.

Dealing with Makarov was easier than expected most of these men act tough on the outside but soon as you start pulling out their insides, they change their tune. He wasn't in too much of a hurry to get home, it's been two weeks since he last saw her, he's been keeping his distance, not wanting to poison her cause that's what he was poison.

It was very late into the night when he finally arrived in the city, driving down the desolate neighborhoods till he found himself parked in front of his apartment. Not the one across from hers but the one he bought himself soon as he had enough money too. The only thing that remained from his previous life. Cutting the engine and walking inside.

He still had a landline, hard wired into the wall next to the thermostat. He's never used it and has never had anyone call it. Not like many people have the number anyways, emergency he told himself when he bought and installed it all those years ago. Having the number updated in his file, but now it hangs there mockingly. Much to his surprise when he walked into his quiet home, a little red dot glowing from the device.

He ignored it at first, taking his clothes off to take a quick shower. To wash away the memories that still plague him, the water never being hot enough. He stood there in nothing but a towel around his waist. Staring at that glowing red light, missed call.

He should just delete it, but he decided to play the message. A voice came through the small speaker, one that he thought he'd never hear again. John Price.

"Oi Simon, it's John. Ain't sure if this dog and bone's still on the go. Tried your mobile, but it's saying it's disconnected. Anyways, thought I'd drop you a bell 'cause we're gonna be in the city for a bit. Fancy a chinwag, like the old days, yeah? So, give me a call, same digits as ever. It'd be proper nice to catch up, Simon."

It was silent for a while afterwards, only Simon's heaving breathing filling up the space. Not once did they call him while he was locked up doing time, not once did they reach out and say they cared. They were family once, at least he thought they were. Stupid.

All the rage simmering up inside of him finally boiled over the edge. Simon grabbed the stupid phone and slammed it into the wall as hard as he could, again and again until there was nothing left but broken pieces of plastic, wiring and now a hole in his wall.

It only took you three hours of pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment, the small piece of paper stuck to your fridge door taunting you. As the line rang you debated on hang up, forgetting any of this happened but it was to late. The reception answered your call, redirecting you to the head of the project. Giving a little info over the phone they scheduled you in for the same day if you could make it. It was on the other side of town, the side you hardly went to cause there was no need. Unless you wanted to make yourself feel even more shitty about your life.

He debated if he should call, be the bigger person the little voice in his head called out. They had their reasoning for abandoning him, for treating him like the plague, they had to, right?

You were on the bus, watching as the fading sun descended and the moon turned brighter. The glow of city coming to life, some many people out and about. You barely had enough money to and back, getting off at the stop further away. Walking the rest to save a bit of cash and take in the scenery. The air was crisp, it never got too cold during the winter season. Also, long as the wind stayed away it was a mild year so far.

To say this was awkward was an understatement. Simon sat across from the beta Scottsman, not much has changed he thought. The group of men still joking around like nothing happened like good ol' times, they kept trying to get him in on it. Simon soon realised that this was a mistake, all of it. Calling Price and picking out this bar. They weren't his pack anymore, they ditched him soon as things went south.

Simon's grip on his glass of bourbon tightened when Johnny yelled "Right Lt." the group getting quiet afterwards, Johnny knew he fucked up. Simon got up abruptly, taking a big gulp of the burning liquid amber, polishing off his drink before slamming it back down.

"Goin’ for a smoke." as he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. Marching towards the front door. He could hear Kyle's faint call of his name, the beta man always playing mediator, Price holding Johnny back like an Alpha would a misbehaving puppy as Simon made his way outside.

"Bunch of fuckin' pricks." it was a whisper to himself, digging out his pack of smokes and shoving one into his mouth. Lighting it with ease as he sucked in a big lung full. The door to the bar opened and closed, fully expecting to smell the cigar-soaked Alpha but instead it was Johnny tail between his legs.

"I ken ye dinnae wanna gab about it." he tried but Simon cut him right off. "I don't." blowing a huge cloud in the betas face. "Weel, someone's gotta." he just wanted some fucking peace and quiet. "The start talkin’ or shut the fuck up." dropping his finished cigarette to the ground, giving it a good stomp before putting another to his lips.

"Things have changed, ye've changed. Ah ken everything's aw fucked up right now. We tried-" Simon huffed out a stiff laugh, not believing a thing the Scott was saying. He could see his lips still moving but he couldn’t hear what he was saying as a familiar scent caught his nose.

Before Simon could think a small body collided with Soaps as he stepped out towards the curb with a hand to the back of his neck. "Ah, fuck, sorry ‘bout that, lass." Simon watched in slow motion as you got knocked off balance. Johnny reaching out to help the poor thing but before, he could feel the growl coming from his chest and throat. Pushing the Beta to the side as he took a hold of you, bring you to his chest.

He could hear your lower whimper, there was something different about you. Your scent was sweeter, it was pulling him in like a bee to a flower. "Simon?" letting out in a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?" you looked up into his eyes. Your hands resting against his chest, the hard muscle underneath flexing, a low rumble coming from within. You’ve never seen him like this, so casual but also feral, eyes blown and panting.

"Am I interrupting ye in the midst of somethin'?" Johnny didn't know what the hell was going on. Looking at the Omega flushed against the old Alpha, he was just happy that after everything that happened it was nice to see his old lieutenant finally settling down with such a sweet thing. Simon finally broke his gaze from you, settling it on the Beta. “It was a nice chat, gotta go.”

"Come, I'll drive you home." he stated, gripping your upper arm as he moved you towards his car. The more you stood outside surround by people the more Simon got irritated. He couldn't put his finger on it, the changes within you. He'd been away from a couple of weeks; it was hard staying away but he had a responsibility and a job to do. "I can take the bus." you tried moving around Simon, spotting the other man who was now gawking. "Like hell." Simon held onto you firm, walking you to his car.

"See you around." the Scott yelled from somewhere behind. He couldn't wait to tell the other two men of what he witnessed. The grumpy old Alpha had found himself a sweet Omega.

The drive home was in silence, not even the radio to help ease the awkward tension building up in the car. When Simon pulled onto your street you gathered your belongings. "Wait." you snapped your head to the driver's side.

"What were you doing out so late?" he was trying to interrogate you "I had an appointment." you held your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. "Hmm" Simon grunted out, the whole way back to your apartment he had to stop himself from pulling the car over and pouncing on you.

Something wasn't right and he didn't like it or maybe he did. It confused him nonetheless and he wanted answers.

"You want to come up?" you don't know why you asked, why those words spilled out of your mouth. Simon was surprised too, cocking his head to side. "Sure." he cut the engine.

Once inside your apartment you didn't bother asking him if he wanted anything to drink. Unless he's into expired milk or tap water. The hulking man walked around your small place, picking things up and putting them down. Take in his surroundings, he already didn’t like you living in this area. He’s scoped out your apartment, the front door was a piece of shit, with a little bit of a jiggle and it popped open.

Walking towards your dingy couch he noticed the paper on the table, picking it up he scanned the words. You didn't.... His eyes found your form, busying yourself around your small kitchen. Shoving dirty dished into the sink to be forgotten about till later. Simon sniffed the air again, there was that familiar scent again. The smell of an Omega, the similar one that clung to his Boss, that filled every space of his home.

Omega.

He felt is heart quicken, his blood run thin. He's only had this feeling a few times, he was going to throw up and pass out at the same time. You noticed his completion pale, worrying you, grabbing a glass and filling it with your last bottle of water. Rushing to his side and calling his name.

Simon was so far away; he was in the middle of the raging ocean. The waves crashing over him, pulling him deeper under every unforgiving wave. Lungs full of burning salt water, gasping with arms stretched to the sky.

You could do the only thing you could think of you climbed into his lap. Curling yourself around him, rubbing your scent glad over his nose and mouth.

[minnie-mei]

WIP sneak peek pls i luv ur writing!!

thank you so much !

I just got this ask like a week ago but it's still mostly the same things I'm working on rn:

manners pt. 2 | barbarian! bakugou katsuki

secrets | miya twins (puppy pt. 2)

escape | yandere oc's

sore loser | kody makarov

little omega | omega! bakugou katsuki

yandere upper moons + muzan headcanons | kny

yandere human headcanons | kny

winners take all | yandere! haikyuu teams

[moonwatchuniverse]

September 1973, the Soyuz-12 crew during training... Soyuz 12 cosmonauts Oleg Makarov and Vasili Lazarev seen during training talking to Vostok-4 veteran cosmonaut Pavel Popovich. Note the latter was wearing an Omega Speedmaster 861 chronograph, as distributed to all backup, support and prime Apollo-Soyuz cosmonauts. Soyuz-12 was the test-flight of a newly designed Soyuz capsule and cosmonaut Lazarev became the first Soviet Soyuz Commander, who was both a military pilot and medical Doctor. (Photo: TASS)

[hikariko93]

The Omega Wolf - Fairy Tail pack

Here you have all the information about the members of the Fairy Tail pack in the TOW fanfic.

Alpha:

Natsu Dragneel (32 years old).

Beta:

Erza Scarlet (37 years old).

Gray Fullbuster (34 years old).

Laxus Dreyas (47 years old).

Mirajane Strauss (35 years old).

Gildarts Clive (80 years old).

Makarov Dreyar (120 years old).

Delta:

Lisanna Strauss (25 years old).

Cana Alberona (30 years old).

Panther Lily (38 years old).

Elfman Strauss (28 years old).

Evergreen (30 years old).

Bickslow (33 years old).

Laki (40 years old).

Bisca Connell (55 years old).

Asuka Connell (2 years old).

Macao Conbolt (63 years old).

Romeo Conbolt (5 years old).

Porlyusica (150 years old).

Wakaba Mine (63 years old).

Mest Gryder (40 years old).

Epsilon:

Lucy Heartfilia (9 years old).

Levy McGarden (20 years old).

Freed Justine (28 years old).

Kinana (34 years old).

Droy (25 years old).

Jet (21 years old).

Max Alors (36 years old).

Alzack Connell (57 years old).

Nab Lazaro (56 years old).

Reedus Jonah (55 years old).

Vijeeter Ecor (45 years old).

Warren Rocko (39 years old).

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Between Worlds

by OceanOwlsTweet

A Konoha ninja and a Mage of Fairy Tail, can Natsu handle being a part of these two worlds or will he end up having to choose? And with his new found attraction to a certain ice mage, will things ever be the same again?

I know summary sucks. I tried. Also everyone is probably OOC.

Omegaverse AU Gratsu

Words: 1094, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Double Life Double Trouble

Fandoms: Fairy Tail, Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Makarov Dreyar, Gajeel Redfox, Happy (Fairy Tail), Levy McGarden, Laxus Dreyar, Mirajane Strauss, Freed Justine, Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade (Naruto), Fairy Tail Guild, Uchiha Sasuke, Jellal Fernandes

Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Heartfilia/Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel & Gray Fullbuster & Lucy Heartfilia & Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel & Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel & Fairy Tail Guild, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Natsu Dragneel & Gajeel Redfox, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Laxus Dreyar/Freed Justine

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Natsu Dragneel, Friends to Lovers, Alpha Gray Fullbuster, Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rating May Change

Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34959055

[ao3feed--destiel]

by vaanutingz22

In the year 1920, supernatural creatures of any and all kinds had ruled the planet which pushed the humans to the brink of extinction almost until one brave soul known as The black wizard had whispered rumors between each of the strongest packs: Bloodmoon and Nightshade which sparked the 80 year war. Now with major blood loss and members lost, can the two packs reunite against the rising evil?

Words: 801, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Fairy Tail

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Heartfilia, Juvia Lockser, Laxus Dreyar, Freed Justine, Wendy Marvell, Romeo Conbolt, Bickslow (Fairy Tail), Lisanna Strauss, Elfman Strauss, Evergreen (Fairy Tail), Jellal Fernandes, Erza Scarlet, Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Cobra | Erik, Cubellios | Kinana, Levy McGarden, Gajeel Redfox, Mirajane Strauss, Kagura Mikazuchi, Mavis Vermillion, Makarov Dreyar, Zeref Dragneel, Acnologia (Fairy Tail), Cana Alberona, Gildarts Clive, Lyon Vastia, Minerva Orland, Billie (Supernatural: Form and Void), Crowley (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Kaia Nieves, Lucifer (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury, Eileen Leahy, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle, Alastair (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Metatron (Supernatural), Amara (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Claire Novak, Jody Mills, Mary Winchester, Chuck Shurley, Raphael (Supernatural), Lillith's First Vessel (Supernatural)

Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Lucy Heartfilia/Juvia Lockser, Laxus Dreyar/Freed Justine, Romeo Conbolt/Wendy Marvell, Bickslow/Lisanna Strauss, Evergreen/Elfman Strauss, Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet, Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Cobra | Erik/Cubellios | Kinana, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Billie (Supernatural: Form and Void)/Crowley (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Jack Kline/Kaia Nieves, Lucifer/Rowena MacLeod, Michael/Adam Milligan, Charlie Bradbury/Eileen Leahy, Jo Harvelle/Kevin Tran, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer, Alastair/Ruby (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Mating, Scent Marking, Power Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Bites, Dom/sub, Fluff and Angst, Character Death, Major Character Injury, Magic, Anal Sex, Fingerfucking, Rimming, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-con Elements, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Competition, Torture, Shower Sex, Mpreg, Knotting, Collars, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Possessive Behavior, Mutual Pining, Weddings, Mating Bond, Jealousy, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Explicit Language, Scenting, Rutting, Violence, Pregnant Sex, Pet Names, Size Difference, Face-Fucking, Werewolves, Blood, Injury, Abuse, Past Abuse, Dirty Talk, Choking, Murder, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'