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[fishhateme]

the paddle date was a strategic move made by george to fan the flames of the ongoing russell-verstappen war, where they fight to see who can keep Daniel's attention the longest. Although the previous battles have been won by Max, it's important to view this new advancement as a seismic change in the dynamics. Tonight at ten, our experts will analyze George's iron grip on Daniel's shoulder. Stay tuned

[kissandtellus]

Sɳαɾҽԃ: 01

Synopsis: Plus!sized MC shows no fear around Praedators, even her old mentor. But when push comes to shove and Sylus breaks from his restraints, all is fair game.

Warnings: Omegaverse, Dubcon, Voyeurism, smut, slight spoilers of Catch 22 Banner.

Sylus has done digusting, deplorable things before. He was a Praedator. It was written into his DNA to survive no matter what. But those damn Snares.

The scent. The fucking scent is what triggered his Rut. He was so fucking hard in those damn leather pants he thought his cock might tear right through the fabric. But then, the scent became more real.

He hadn’t heard his cage unlock, had barely registered footsteps until the smell was right in front of him. His head snaps up and his blood red eyes narrow.

“Y/n…little bird. You should-ngh!” His body jolts when her fingertips brush his chest. He snarls, an animal-like sound ripping through his chest. His eyes take in the sight of her plush curves under her Enforcer uniform.

Shes frowning when she touches his jaw. “You’re burning up. Your vitals are all over the place.” She closes and locks the cage door behind her. Sylus’s limbs are chained to opposite ends of the cage but that doesn’t stop his muscles from straining against the metal.

He looks up at her when she pulls a bottle from her back pocket. She’s grabbing his jaw softly as she flicks off the top of the bottle. “Here. Smell this. It should suppress your rut so I can continue questioning. The sooner you answer them, the quicker I can get you out of here.”

Ah, there was his little bird. She was no longer the fragile, scared little girl she was when he had rescued her all of those years ago.

But Sylus snapped the leather wrist cuff from the cage. Y/n doesn’t have time to react before he’s tearing his other restraint off. He’s upon her like a wolf, knocking the Rut suppressant from her hands.

“Sy-“ He cuts off her cry with his large palm, his nails digging into her cheek ever so gently.

“Shhh…shhh, little bird.” His breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. His cock twitches when she hears her breath hitch in fear. “We wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt our time together. I’ve missed you so much…”

When they were on the run together, he always kept his Rut’s hidden. He never sought out a partner during those dark times. Only an old porn flick, a bottle of lube and some Whiskey.

Then afterwards, he’d cook Y/n’s favorite food the next morning like nothing happened. He could never betray her trust like that.

But now she was the Hunter, and he, the Prey.

She had chosen to become a Hunter to pay the bills and get out of the rough part of Linkon City.

Sylus nipped at her ear, his nose then pressing to the scent patch on her neck where her swollen scent gland was pulsing. “Still unmarked?”

Y/n jerked her head away. “Fuck off.”

Sylus growled, grabbing Y/n by her throat. He pulled her to her feet with ease and pressed her back into the bird cage. “Watch that mouth. I can find plenty of better things for it right now.” Sylus’s eyes fast around the empty room. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge.

She was his. Had always been his.

And she smelled- oh?

“You’re leaking…” he purred against her throat, a clawed hand pushing between her plush thighs. Y/n tried to twist her hips away but Sylus was nothing more than a solid sheet of a man. “Stop.”

That order, mingled with the growl of an alpha had Y/n’s knees going weak. “What do you want from me?” She whispered.

Sylus chuckled, his nails tearing through her pants and soaked underwear in a single motion. “Something that has always been mine.”

When his fingers meet her slick folds he swears he’s ascended. She’s not only wet, she’s dripping onto the floor of his cage.

She’s hidden her Omega status well. The Enforcers would NEVER allow an Omega in their ranks. Too much liability. Especially being around Praedator’s every single day.

By proxy, Praedator’s were Alpha’s. There were a few that slotted in as a Beta, but Sylus could simply smell the rotten stench of Rutting Alpha’s as soon as he entered this facility.

The guards should be storming his cage right now, either pumping him full of sedatives or putting a bullet between his eyes.

Ah, so that’s what they were getting at.

Sylus grabbed Y/n, cheeks and forced her to face the camera. “They figured you out, Kitten.” He purrs.

Her coworkers must’ve figured out her Onega status. They were no doubt oozing jealousy about being upstaged by an Omega.

This was their punishment for it.

Y/n’s eyes were burning with betrayal. “Sylus let me go!” She’s struggling harder now, but Sylus loves a good fight. He drops to his knees, her back still pressed against the bars. Her legs are hooked over his shoulders and he’s eye level with her glistening folds.

“No can do, Omega.” His grin is cat-like, wide and gleaming. “She wants to talk to me first.” Y/n opens her mouth to ask what he’s talking about but then his tongue laps at her slit in the most delicious way.

His tongue, covered in the smallest, sandpaper-like texture. Y/n’s entire body spasms and one hand tangled in his white locks. “There she is. Y/n is being so mean to you, hm? Keeping us away from each other.”

Y/n quickly realizes he’s not talking to her.

He’s talking to her fucking cunt.

And then he’s devouring her like a fucking cannibal.

Those sharp teeth nipped at her engorged clit like it’s a treat, tongue delving into her wet folds. Y/n’s head is thrown back against the cage. Her eyes catch the camera and notice it’s shifting, zooming in and out.

They ARE fucking watching.

Sylus is a beast in every sense of the word. His strong hands are pulling her thighs further apart around her head.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

Sylus comes up for air and his face reminds Y/n of a greedy cat with too much milk. His sharp tongue rolls across his lip and she tries to push his head back. “Stop it, stop I can’t-“

“You will.” And he’s back in again. Y/n’s back arches and her legs quiver. She’s grateful Sylus is holding her up so well, because without him she’d be a heap on the floor. She’s always taken heat suppressant tablets, especially when she began snacking up with Sylus after he took her under his wing.

But she was a child then, they both were in a sense.

But now he only saw a beautiful, full-figure, breedable Omega.

His tongue was doing laps around her clit. She wasn’t even fighting anymore, not really. Sylus felt the way she pulsed against his tongue. She was so close.

“Sylus! I-I-I-“

Then that pressure was gone. His weight left her and she crumpled to the ground in a slick soaked heat. Fuck.

Fuck.

There’s no way he-

There, dangled in his fingers, was her heat patches. Even through the walls she could hear the growls of other Praedator’s who smelled a ripe Omega amoungst them. Some of these delinquents never even had the pleasure of smelling an Omega.

Especially one whose heat just kickstarted.

Y/n was panting, tongue lolled out of her mouth as Sylus towered above her, that shit-eating grin on his face.

“Present for me, Omega.”

Chapter 2~

[fatkish]

How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader

The Alphas:

Bucky-

it depends on when you get sick.

If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce

He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest

If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke

If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda

He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are

He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching

Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it

Might let Steve look after you if needed

Loki-

How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard

King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega

Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally

He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well

If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you

If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy

If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you

If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable

If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better

Thor-

Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it

You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you

Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to

You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him

If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better

He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest

He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better

Steve Rodgers-

Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him

He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals

He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side

If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it

Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles

He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean

If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better

Bruce/Hulk-

There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you

The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs

Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you

Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you

Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater

Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights

Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine

Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel

Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable

If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega

The Betas:

Scott Lang-

This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you

He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you

This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles

Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone

If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing

He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy

If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants

He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you

He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar

Tony Stark-

Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously

He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need

If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too

He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals

He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff

He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double

You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move

He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried

[reallyromealone]

Part 3 to surprise you’re a dad plz 🥺

Title: surpsie you're a dad 3

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Characters: Haitani brothers

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: Rindō x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, pregnancy, birth, angst, fluff, good uncle ran

Notes: short chapter low brain energy

Summary: birth and hard conversations

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"Six weeks?"

"At minimum" the doctor said simply "and he isn't to lift anything heavier than his pup" Rindō and Ran nodded, glancing at a fast asleep (name) who just finished feeding the tiny baby that was (daughters name), said baby was tucked in Rans arms as Rindō was terrified of holding her.

It had been three hours and Rindō could barely look at his child or his mate, he was terrified.

He didn't know what to do in this situation.

He didn't know how to be a dad!

And Ran was somehow a way better parent figure to his kid and he was an uncle!

Ran watched his brother, he could see the things going on in his head and the stress he was under "you know you got this, right?" Ran said honestly, big brother mode activating while looking at his terrified baby brother, seeing the young boy who he always made sure had a meal on his plate. "Look at her" Ran said simply, gazing at the tiny bundle "this kid is a Haitani, she is one of us and as you're dad it's your duty to be better than ours could ever be" his voice serious while he gently put Rindōs daughter in his arms "she's so small..." Rindō choked out, holding her close and sitting in a chair "she is, even if you and (name) don't work, she will always be a consistent and by proxy so will he"

"Yeah..."

"Serious question, Rinny" Rans voice was methodical while gently tracing the wisps of hair from his nieces head "do you want it to work with (name)?" He asked so calm and collected while Rindō sighed "I fucked up enough" he grumbled out and Ran snorted "you sure did, you called him a whore in so many new fun ways! It's going to take a lot to earn his trust"

"I don't think he will, how would I even get him to do that?"

"Maybe start with an apology"

"An apology?" Rindō was incredulous and Rindō rolled his eyes and leaned into his chair "we are hardened criminals, we do what we want but he is the mother to your child, he is your mate" Ran said seriously "our world means nothing compared to family, an apology can fix a lot of things and open many doors" ran said before leaning close and locking eyes with his younger brother before whispering;

"So apologize"

And with that, Ran stood up and pulled his cigarette holder "I'm leaving now, you better make sure he isn't being stupid or I swear to god"

And with that, Rindō was left in the room with his sleeping mate who hated him and his infant daughter who gurgled up at him, wide eyed "hey..." He whispered and gently took the babies finger "I'm your dad..." He whispered to the little girl who looked at him with nothing but pure curiousity and Rindō couldn't help but smile at this pup.... His pup.

He was a dad now.

Looking up he stared at (name), the Omega spent and out cold in the comfortable bed with many pillows ran made sure (name) had.

Ran was right, he was so obsessed with (name) when he met him at that party... He was absolutely stunning...

Would (name) forgive him?

He was awful to him even up to the birth...

(Name) Held onto his son while being discharged, Ran returning with a BMW armored van and a shit eating grin "there's my beautiful neice~" ran cooed while he and Rindō helped (name) get situated, (name) glaring at Rindō while the Alpha buckled in (daughters name) into her car seat "I got you two some food! Also I stocked up your fridge, (name)!" Ran always the doting but brother knew Rindō still hadn't apologized but could see him working up the confidence for it.

"We'll be alternating whose with you, we worked out a schedule so you're never alone!" Ran said happily and (name) suppressed a sigh at the concept of having to be near his daughters sire for prolonged periods of time and hopefully not kill the Kanto manji member.

(Name) Ate his food quietly, exhausted "drive slower" (name) hissed out and Ran looked back from the rearview mirror "were going at the speed limit (name)"

"Don't care." (Name)s instincts were going haywire "drive. Slower." He hissed out and ran began driving slower at the furious pharamones that made Rindō crack a window "thank you" (name) focused his attention to (daughters name) who was so peaceful before pulling out his phone and placing the screen under her nose to check her breathing and let out a content sigh.

"Rindō is on first watch as I have business to attend to but don't worry I'll bring you two souvenirs!"

(Name) Glared at Rindō and Rindō looked anywhere but him "you know you don't have to, I know you're not thrilled about parenting" (name) didn't even ask for this...

"I want to be there for you two"

"Why...?" (Name) Was suspicious of the alphas words, he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him.

"...let's get (daughters name) in bed then let's talk"

[lexirosewrites]

You should've told me specifically abt the need for more slick sunday thoughts

I am thinking abt county fairs. Specifically the competition aspects, baked goods & vegetable sizes, live stock is big thing if I remember idk we don't have county fairs like tht where I live

ALL THIS TO SAY

A!Wayne has entered the Roan County Fair Pie Competition 🥧 going on nearly 15 years, he has won a ribbon once & it was for 3rd place. Which normally would've been incredible except Wayne is every bit as competitive as his nephew

1st place of the various cooking events get some prize money & their recipe is put into a county wide cookbook. One person has consistently won 1st place more often than not & tht is Old Lady Doris Harrington. She has become Wayne's one sided nemesis, never mind tht she is consistently deserving of the ribbon or tht she's as sweet as the peach pie she won with in 1980 or tht she runs a book club (tht wayne is always invited to meetings for) out of the impressive private library of her family estate. But this year will be different, this year Wayne is destined for the shiny blue 1st place ribbon. Old Lady Harrington admitted at last year's fair her doctor & grandson didn't want her do so much with her hands any longer because of an arthritis diagnosis.

NOW LISTEN Wayne has NEVER wished outright ill or bad fortune on Hawkins sweetest resident BUT HE WANTS TO WIN & THIS YEAR MIGHT BE IT, Wayne tells Eddie everyday of April while he's testing & fine tuning his pie recipe tht the summer of 1987 is his year!!

A!Eddie rolls his eyes & forces down a bite of yet more blueberry pie, he can't wait for it all to b over bc he won't b able to look at a blueberry till the fair rolls around next year

Every other weekend Eddie hosts some kids at their small home for a game of d&d, Claudia Henderson is always the one to drop off Dustin & Lucas & Erica then spend twenty minutes commiserating w Wayne about Doris Harrington's winning streak. Claudia might have won the blue ribbon 3 times but no one in Roane County wins the pie competition as consistently as Mrs Harrington so there's a mutual understanding btwn all the other competitors tht they aren't baking to beat eachother, but to beat Mrs Doris Harrington.

Except, this week in late April it isn't Claudia's car tht pulls up with the 3 kids. It's a Beemer, a nice one too. Well cared for and driven by someone who turns out to be the most beautiful omega Eddie has ever seen.

He introduces himself as Steve, tht he's moved to Hawkins to take care of his grandmama who is neighbors w Claudia, tht Claudia got called into work at the hospital unexpectedly and so she'd asked Steve to help her.

Steve comments briefly on the smell of pie & Eddie can't help the groan he let's out. Eddie explains his uncles one sided vendetta to win the blue ribbon at the Roan County Fair Pie Competition at the end of May & tht it means Eddie won't be able to look at a blueberry for years. He's rewarded w a light laugh before Steve mentions his grandmother always entered tht Competition but she couldn't this year & was pretty bummed about it. Then Steve says he might sign up just so she can be involved by proxy, but he won't expect to win. Steve leaves with a wave & a blush & an honest giggle when Eddie uses all of his theatrical talent to bid the omega goodbye.

Eddie is great at multitasking so he daydreams abt a life with Steve and gives the kids a hell of a session to play.

It isn't till the kids r all waiting to get picked up, munching on pieces of pie Wayne placed in front of them tht Erica drops the bomb tht Steve is Doris Harrington's grandson... Wayne doesn't think anything of it till Dustin loudly remarks abt Steve signing up for the pie competition now tht he's a resident of Hawkins

Shenanigans ensue, steddie get together in the midst of pie competition drama, Wayne thinks Steve is going to beat them all at the competition till the day arrives & everyone learns Steve has entered the newly established savory pie competition, which steve does win the blue ribbon in & Doris congratulates her grandson & when Wayne wins 1st place in the more famous long standing sweet pie competition the old woman gives him the pie dish she won her first blue ribbon with.

by the time the Roane County Fair rolls around the next year steddie r mated & had a ceremony in the landscaped back garden of the large Harrington estate, Steve enters the sweet pie competition & when he wins the blue ribbon he dedicates it to his late grandmama Doris Harrington

none of you have any reason to know this about me but since I live in rural af Ohio, we have massive county fairs and I’m obsessed with going to them. the food, the animals, the music!!!! love the vibes and the sweetness of pie competitions🥺💕

[peak-dumbass]

I know I just got done with ranting about tfp/rid2015 starscream’s character but, if you couldn’t tell by my other rid2015 posts, I’m obsessed with rid2015 bumblebee and when I tell you I love this scene of bumblebee making fun of starscream I’m not exaggerating it’s so cathartic to me

“But bumblebee is a good/hero character, why is he being so mean—” did you forget how much starscream hurt bumblebee in tfp?

He killed cliffjumper who, while probably not as close to bee as he was to arcee, was still close friends with bee

He stole the omega keys from the autobots’ base and handed them over to megatron, practically dooming Cybertron at the time to be remade in megatron’s image — of course the autobots get them back last minute, but that doesn’t change how much that loss effected all of them (evidence: optimus shouting in anger for the first and to my memory only time in the series) — including bumblebee

And his greatest offense towards bumblebee in my opinion—

DESTROYING BUMBLEBEE’S T-COG

“But it was silas and M.E.C.H. that took it in the first place—” HE DIDN’T NEED TO HELP SILAS USE IT AFTERWARDS “but Ratchet was able to fix it—” THAT DOESN’T GET RID OF THE TRAUMA THAT WHOLE EXPERIENCE CAUSED HIM

It’s also incredibly fucked once you think about it more because the t-cog is literally a cybertronian organ — while silas is at least mostly detached from how screwed this is since it’s more like taking parts from a robot than surgery to humans, starscream shouldn’t be since he’s also a cybertronian

Instead of being freaked out and recognizing how messed up silas’ actions are like any rational bot would, he helps silas make his fake-bot-that’s-using-another-bot’s-stolen-organ work by providing him with energon (the [at the time] incredibly scarce resource that helps all bots survive) and — after that plan falls through because of bumblebee finding them — he destroys the bot’s organ for no reason other than he wanted to escape and thought that was a good way to distract him

I just—I’m sorry?? I feel like bumblebee is incredibly justified for clowning on this cringefailure of a bot for what he’s done to him

And this isn’t even mentioning what he’s done against the autobots as a whole (both on and off screen) that has probably hurt bumblebee by proxy

I feel like it’d be justified if bee also killed starscream — he already got to kill the bot that destroyed his voice box, I think bee deserves another murder as a treat <3

/joking but also what if—*gets shot by tfp/rid2015 starscream fans*

[calebdatabase]

Caleb & MC Bound by DNA

My god first off I was crashing out while watching the trailer I'm so excited for more CALEB LORE! I remember asking for more Sci-Fi content on a survey and they delivered! Soooo many incredible feelings, so I wanted to follow up on my Caleb as Donor 002 post.

Now we know that Caleb and MC were created from the same 'source' as he literally stated in the trailer. Seems it wasn't far-fetched to draw a connection between Eve being created from Adam's rib!

Taking a closer look at the structure of the DNA helix, I interpret 'source' as they are Cyborgs birthed from the same 'energy source'. The helix appears mechanical in nature with rippling energy currents.

It appears, in this new timeline, Caleb and MC are bound by their very DNA; his myth trailer included imagery of a metal double helix and the following text:

"The enigma behind the double metal helix... The promise you had since you were born."

"But the promise we've had since we were born, I kept that one." - Caleb to MC

Again, there is this imagery of being bound at birth, similar to how twins are (I mentioned the symbolism of twins/siblings and how they're often experimentation victims of Ever in the Donor 002 post). In this case, perhaps they are cyborg clones of the same energy core.

And if you're a Potterhead, you'll see that its a concept remniscent of Harry's and Voldemort's twin Phoenix Feather wand cores. One cannot survive without the other, both must die for one to be vanquished.

Twins, clones, whatever you want to call it**—** it's a pattern you can't deny, and now I'm convinced in the present timeline, Caleb and her are linked in more ways than they appear to be.

Also love how Caleb x MC haters got their panties in a twist and Infold was literally like 'LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU' *drops myth trailer* Kudos to them for sticking with the planned lore and remaining unfazed by the initial controversy. They had to prime everyone before dropping this, and the ones who get it, get it.

"Then it's a promise. In life and in death, we will never be apart."

You can't tell me these aren't their literal wedding vows HAHA I'm sickkk. Caleb basically said: 'Till death do us part? I think not..' The look in his eyes is so intense too like damn ok i'm all yours for eternity my dude.

I think the promise they made when they were born refers to his promise to protect her always. It's a call back to their childhood memories about Caleb protecting her like a ring system protects its planet; they are born together and they die together.

Here's my thoughts on their A-01 and X-02 titles:

Caleb was distinctively labeled Donor 002 while MC was labeled Subject 001 in old experiment documents by Gaia and Ever.

In Caleb's very first intro trailer and his new myth trailer, his title is X-02. Respectively, MC is A-01. They are a pair represented by the concepts of Death and Rebirth, the ideal weapons to destroy one another, as we're all aware.

'A' may represent 'Alpha' in the concept of 'Alpha and Omega' aka the 'Beginning and the End'. MC can miraculously revive after dying via her Aether Core and can only be fully destroyed (and by proxy reborn) by the power Caleb wields.

'X' is associated with 'with death and rebirth, as it is thought to mark the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. It is also often seen as a symbol of change or transition, as it represents the crossing of a threshold.'

Pretty straightforward. All I experience is pain with these two, and I. Need. More.

In honor of Caleb's myth dropping, I'm gonna post my embarrassingly long Supernova theory on the pair soon since I gleaned more insight from the myth trailer tidbits. Now I'm not sure if I should wait until reading his myth so I can go back and edit or just release it as is.

Might have to split it up into a few posts with their own section so its digestible lmao. It's been a couple months in the making and while it includes the scientific concepts explained in the Bound by Gravity, United in Resonance video, I also weaved it into the lore and the direction of Caleb's story. I've been a full believer in the Supernova Catalyst theory since Caleb was released and I'm excited to share my thoughts on them so stay tuned (his eyes are literal supernovas)!

My tumblr is Caleb Database and I plan to post more fun things like fics, lore theories, and fanart (I've already got one fic and two lore posts up). I'm also obsessed with Star Wars and Harry Potter, so you're likely to see some AU's of Caleb in these realms...

[sir-sunawani]

Starling

Omegaverse

Alpha!Crocodile/Omega!Reader

Inspired by @hannahbarberra162's Emperor's Prize

Summary: You were the darling of the Red Line - The Starling. An untouched omega who endured the terrors of unassisted heats for the entertainment of the Celestial Dragons.

Until it finally breaks you.

Poor shattered bird, taken from your gilded cage. Just what will you find between the teeth of a Crocodile?

CW: A/B/O, yandere vibes (unsure if full blown yan yet), dub con (possible non-con I am so by the seat of my pants with this), rough sex, rough everything kind of, mdni

Chapter 1: The Cage

Your skin was flawless.

The most luxurious and delicate of silks laid upon your curves. Delicate chains of gold, and intricate patterns painted on your skin were all indicators of your complete purity.

None save other omegas put their hands upon you. They painted your skin, set your adornments, and bathed you at the end of a given day. Your only job was to meander around town, or an event, with your little gaggle of servants and several very dangerous body guards.

What afforded you this mind-numbingly horrid “luxury” was that you had been deemed to have the most beautiful scent. In an effort to preserve it, you weren’t allowed to be touched by anyone but other omegas. You weren’t allowed to be claimed, either.

The true torture of it was that your heat was a spectacle.

Every time.

The scent, and sound, of your heat was the most sought experience on the Red Line, and people would pay months in advance to be permitted to attend it. Alphas weren’t allowed unless they were very easily detained, often arriving to the show already chained and bound.

You would sit, covered in body paint and jewels, denied your fine silks, exposed to all those in attendance, upon a perfectly white nest inside your cage.

The longer the nest stayed perfectly clean, the better the show was thought to be. So you would sit in the middle of your torture chamber, on your knees, hands placed delicately on your thighs, back straight, and you would endure. Sweat and slick would mar the paint on your body, and pool at your tucked legs, as heavy, heated, raw, gasping pants clawed up your throat and cascaded past your lips.

It was painful madness.

But the more you endured, the better your life was outside these times. The more you endured the longer you would remain unclaimed. The more you endured, the more worth you had, and so you endured.

You would be the most perfectly pure omega.

What you hadn’t realized was that it wasn’t just your ability to endure, but it was also the sheer spectacle of when you couldn’t take it anymore. The way you begged, bruising your body against the bars, crying desperately for anyone to help you. Even if it was a beta, just someone to touch you, someone to help relieve the painful ache deep in your gut.

It was the “art” you made as your body writhed on the perfect white canvas beneath you. Soaked in slick and sweat, tears and drool. Covered in scratches and blood as you brought yourself the only harm you’d ever know. Canvases that never remained as pristine as you did, as pain, exhaustion, and a horribly unnatural end to your heat came about.

So when the day came, when you endured the terror of unattended heat without moving, and without wailing, that was the end of it. A single large splotch on the canvas, heavy with sweat, and slick, outlined by the paint that had be sweat off your body, was the last art you ever created.

You had endured because you thought it would make you completely flawless.

Instead, it seems to have made you completely worthless. Not only was your final “performance” a failure, but after that your scent soured. The baseline smell you produced was no longer considered good, and some betas could no longer smell you at all.

All of your allure, and by proxy your worth, was gone.

A final bid was made to salvage the starling of the Red Line, and you were escorted off the high cliffs and onto a boat. The New World held many wonders, and within it was someone who might be able to fix you.

But you never learned the truth of that.

Several days after your ship had set sail, you were set upon by pirates. A veritable flood of pirates. It wasn’t that there were one or two inhuman men among them, but it was 10,000 pirates against a hundred marines. The ship was swarmed and secured within an hour of the initial canon fire.

When the doors to your room opened, you were dumbstruck by the buffoon that stood in the doorway. A literal clown.

The man wore red pajamas, with gloves and jester shoes, his hair split into pigtails and spilling out either side of a painfully stark “pirate” hat. He regarded you with confusion for a moment, standing peacefully in a room of finery, covered in jewels and silks yourself.

“Aren’t you quite the treasure.” He says with a odd grin.

“I am, indeed.” You say clearly.

Stepping into the room he seems to deflate a little snapping his fingers and pointing. A half dozen other pirates, practically in costume from the looks of them, come in and start gathering the wealth of the room. You paid them no mind, the things in your room never held value to you in the first place.

“What are you, some kind of omega?” He questions.

“What are you, some kind of clown?” You retort, marveling inwardly at the fact that his nose was, in fact, his nose.

To the man’s credit, he looks genuinely admonished. You can see the gears clumsily turning in his head before he finally sighs.

“Crocodile will know what to do with you,” He admits with a sigh, reaching out to grab your hand.

You knock his hand away with the back of your own, and then use your hips to put more snap behind your hand as you bring it back and smack his face hard enough it knocks him aside a step. You aren’t sure if the squeaky impact was a figment of your imagination, or an unfortunate side effect of such a shaped nose.

“Do not touch me.” You command dangerously, eyes narrowed. “You are not an omega, you are not allowed to touch me.” The clown is looking at you in shock, but anger doesn’t over take his expression. Irritation, more than anything else. “I will not resist,” you continue in the same authoritative tone. “And you-.”

“Will not touch you, yeah yeah, got it.” He puts his hands up. “Right this way, princess.” He offers, stepping aside and even bowing just a little.

He might be a clown, but at least he’s reasonable. Walking past him, he escorts you over to the most garishly ugly ship you’ve ever seen in your life. The only thing that gives you pause are the marine bodies on your ship.

Scattered and disorganized, it seems the pirate crew downed most of the marines before they even boarded the ship. Many of the men didn’t know what was happening until it was too late.

There was a cold efficiency in that, and it seemed out of character for the clown. Even though everyone deferred to him, and it was obvious he was the one in charge.

Buggy was certainly a name that suited him.

[elyxisea]

assigning all the thunderbolts secondary genders!!!!!

kay guys get ready for my very correct opinion

1. yelena belova, the objective best character -> a beta, obviously. dont come at me with that "shes an alpha/omega/delta the fuck" type shit shes a BETA!!!!!! even if she wasn't i feel like they would have forcefully made her one at the red room. but also there's an equally possible chance that they only took beta women. yk, societally overlooked. I feel like being a beta - standard working class, no particular role as provider or nurturer - would make her loneliness worse. fun. brace yourselves i havent thought nearly as hard about the others.

2. robert bob reynolds -> when i hear his name i think of ryan reynolds i cant help it. anyway I think he would be an omega but the drugs might have fucked up his system just a bit so he doesn't really get heats and stuff like that. eventually he does when he gets off them. mayhe i iust want him to feel safe and protected despite being the strongest on the team so what. when hes sentry he would still be omega just more muted, like no scent and stuff like that. the Void has no secondary gender.

3. james bucky barnes -> an alpha. duh. not even because of his personality but that too, i just think his past as a soldier means he had to have been an alpha. sexism and bigotry and whatnot. he was like so. incredibly popular I think I dont actually know all the bucky lore its been a WHILE but yes he would be an alpha case closed.

4. ava starr -> she would be an alpha. she just has the vibes I can't say anything else. SHIELD was definitely happy she was an alpha though. she probably fucked up her system when the quantum shit went down but it got a little better after she got healed. she isnt very insanely alpha I just think she is. obviously one. shes the only person on this list that I think is solidly alpha. possibly beta and her system fucking like. phased itself into being alpha idk. could go the other way too i dont mind her being a beta if its like that.

5. alexei shostakov -> is this a question? omega. next. no but fr hes an alpha like hes so alpha I dont even know his entire thing is pack and family and team and shit and hes a father. didn't provide very well and I imagine that fucked him up a bit mentally but hes getting better. he seems like the kind of guy to have a complex about being the packs provider. noto really in the alpha string protector way, more in the. fatherly familial way. ykwim. I know u do

6. john walker -> the man the myth the legend himself. I want to say omega for the shits and giggles but realistically he would be an alpha. captain america blond blue eyes perfect military soldier type shit? they wouldn't have chosen him to be the next captain america if he wasn't a blonde blue eyes alpha and I will die on this hill. pull the beta with an alpha complex. pull the hidden omega. youre all wrong this guy is alpha through and through hes the classic angry alpha who works through his self destructive issues in therapy (the thunderbolts). he killed a man bc his best friend died by proxy of that guy. alpha behaviour. is that stereotypical? yes. but john is the stereotypical american man with a dash of dumb blonde. what can you do, really.

there you have it the comprehensive list. surprisingly the others kind of fell into place when I started thinking aboht it. why I thought about it to begin with? ao3 is a dark, dark place, my friend.

[animeomegas]

Your writing is always such a delight, thanks for the reminder of shikamaru knktober. It was absolutely delicious 🥰 and so fun to reread. The aesthetic is swinging entirely the other direction in the looks department but white haired anime boys have been striking [me] like comets left and right so Solomon has been on my mind! If this sparks anything delightful for you, I'd like to ask what Solomon thinks about bondage, plus or minus the sensory deprivation of blindfolds?

(Ahhh, you're too kind!! 😳 Thank you~ And I can definitely do this!! <33)

Solomon is the kind of person who will try anything once. I mean, he's had a very long life, and likely another long stretch in front of him, so he has to spice things up somehow!

But bondage is something that he's done far more than once. 9/10.

Blindfolds, and sensory deprivation in general, are a little less common, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy them sometimes. 6/10.

What kinds of bondage does he like?

Anything and everything.

You can put handcuffs on him, he finds that endlessly amusing.

You can spend hours putting him in shibari. He's intrigued and impressed. He likes the faux helpless feeling.

Spreader bars area favourite of his. There's something about being open and vulnerable, capable of flopping around, but not meaningfully hiding.

I think that sums up the sweet spot for him actually. He likes to be able to do some kind of movement, but have that movement rendered mostly useless by the bondage.

He's just... so down for everything.

He's also the kind of omega who gets a lot out of seeing you enjoy something. If you really like something, he'll probably end up enjoying it by proxy.

Different kinds of bondage bring out different sides of him though.

'Brat' is the most common personality to make an appearance, but you can also make him 'horny AND proud' by restraining him with magic, for example.

Magical bondage is his favourite. The more creative the better!

Blindfolds are a nice addition on occasion!

Solomon is someone who enjoys having control wrestled away from him, but who will put up a fight. He's used to being in control, so he won't just hand that over, even when he's subbing.

Blindfolds are a great way of getting some of that power from him, especially when mixed with other forms of bondage.

He feels a bit more disorientated when he's wearing a blindfold, more like he's at your mercy, and you can enjoy some really intimate moments with him like that ;)

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Best Man

Dick didn’t know what to expect when he arrived at the Manor, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered, obviously swooning Damian.

He’d came to check on him after another one of his balls with other royal families. This one being the first to be held in a place called the Infinite Realms with family’s from other dimensions and universes.

It was stressful for everyone, letting the packs youngest omega leave and go to other countries–and now other dimensions–to mingle and chat up princes and princesses like himself.

Unfortunately he would be the only one besides Alfred to talk with Damian when he first gets back. Tim and Bruce were stuck head first into a bombing, Jason was tracking down the guy who killed three of his workers, and the girls were away for a well-deserved vacation.

That left him to walk in and immediately be hit with the scent of maple syrup, sweet and earthy in a way Damian’s scent had never been before. Damian made a beeline for him from where he was sitting, obviously waiting. “Richard!” Damian smiled, “We must speak! At once!”

He let himself be pulled to Damian’s room, his mind turning. What could have happened to make Damian Al Ghul-Wayne smile, let alone flustered? Why was he so happy, because he was obviously, very openly, happy?

Damian pulled him into his room, locked the door, then pushed him onto the bed and began pacing. “I will first explain to you the way I, and by proxy every other heir in attendance of this ball, communicate.” Dick let him speak, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“First and foremost, every little thing matters. From the way you position your hands to the tilt of you head, where you look, and even the position of your feet, every little thing means a completely different thing. This means that there are over a million–billion, really–things that you can say and express without a word.”

Damian looked to him for confirmation that he understood, then continued. “Not only that, but in the ballroom setting the order of which you introduce oneself to those in attendance is equally, if not more, important. As one could expect you go from those you deem most important to least. The shape of which you do these introductions also showcases this, moving past one party to another of higher standing.”

Here he paused, flushed again, and began fanning himself. “So, as you can imagine, a straight line means that you are the most important person in the room to this man.” “‘This man’?” He asked, some prices falling into place.

“Yes!” Damian said, turning towards him with a love struck, dazed expression, cupping his face and swooning. “Oh Richard, I met an alpha! The most wonderful, handsome, benevolent alpha in the world!” Dick couldn’t help himself; he squealed and hugged Damian, squeezing tight before setting him down next to him. “That’s amazing, Dami! Tell me everything—start from the beginning.” His little brother found someone! Someone who made him this happy—It was a miracle! Damian seemed very pleased with his reaction and grabbed his pillow as he began again.

“As I said, a straight line means you are the most important person. But what you do while you cross the room matters as well. Where you look, where you stop, how quickly you go, understand?” At his nod Damian flushed again, squeezing the pillow. “So, a straight line, with no stops, never looking away, and coming to me from the other side of the ballroom in less than a minute?”

“That means your very important to him.” Dick couldn’t help his high tone, Damian’s happiness seemed to be affecting him. Not like he minded; this was the first time one of his sibling came to him practically bursting with excitement about a potential relationship. This was a moment he would cherish forever.

“Yes!” Damian said, his tone matching Dicks own. “But that’s not all! The first meeting is also incredibly important, for so many reasons I don’t have time to name them all. But the first handshake can say a million things just like everything else. And since he was the first person I talked to–and in accordance to his standing-I gave a half bow to show I respected him but that I was also of high standing as an Al Ghul, dipped my head since he is a king and I am a prince and held out my hand waist high as an invitation.”

“And what he did in return?” Damian’s voice dipped into an excited whisper as he clutched the pillow and leaned in. “He did a full bow, bent his right knee and put his right foot behind his left with the heel raised, his left arm behind his back, took my hand with his right and kissed it long and deeply, all while maintaining eye contact!”

Damian pushed his face into the pillow for a second, then looked up. “And the meaning of that? The kiss? The eye contact?” Dick leaned forward, “What dose it mean?” Damian flushed again, his scent growing sweeter. “All of that combined means ‘there are no words in the languages we speak to describe your beauty’.” “Oh. My. God!”

“I know!” Damian voice was muffled as he screamed into his pillow. “And that was only the introduction, Richard! The introduction! Oh, and everything after was a dream.” He raised his head and grinned—a real, genuine smile. It warmed Dicks heart to see his usually stoic brother so happy.

“All while we were talking he wanted to know me. Not the Al Ghul heir, not the son of the bat, me! He asked about my interests, my favorite things—Richard, he called me Damian! You almost always refer to a heir by their last name because that’s what’s important to you. But he called me only Damian! I was important to him!”

Dick couldn’t help but laugh as he asked, “You called him by his name, right? Oh! His name! What’s his name? And you said he was a king, what’s he the king of?” Damian blushed–blushed!–and nodded. “Yes, it was only appropriate. His name is Daniel Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, the afterlife dimension. Simply put, every afterlife that exists is located in this dimension.”

“Oooo, do you think there’s a queen? If the seats open~” Damian blushed at the implication, pushing his face into his pillow again and taking slow breaths. He was a little concerned about the whole ‘king of the afterlife’ thing–and wait, wasn’t the ball held in the Infinite Realms? Does that mean Damian was in the afterlife?–but if the Percy Jackson books have taught him anything it’s that the specifics matter. King of the afterlife is different from king of the dead or death itself.

“No, there is no queen. Daniel was only recently crowned after defeating Pariah Dark, the previous king and tyrant. Oh, I almost forgot to mention! You remember how the JLD marked Amity Park, Illinois an area of concern and in less that 72 hours lifted the warning without doing anything?” “Yeah, drove B crazy cus’ they wouldn’t say why or how or what happened.” “It was Daniel and Pariah Dark fighting for the throne!”

“What? Back up a bit,” Dick asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘it was him’?” Damian’s eyes shined as he explained. “Apparently, the entirety of Amity Park–Daniels home town–was dragged into the Infinite Realms due to Pariah Dark waking up and attacking! Daniel had to fight Pariah Dark to stop him from continuing his assault of this earth and the surrounding dimensions and universes, which is why he was trapped in the forever sleep.”

Damian swooned again, hugging his pillow as he sighed, “He saved not only earth but the surrounding multiverse, and confined in me that he didn’t even know he would become king! He said that the only thing that mattered to him was keeping everybody safe! Isn’t it heroic?” Dick expressed his agreement, making a mental note to tell all this to Bruce. He’d want to know about a kid Damian’s age who’s saved the multiverse seemingly all by himself.

Which reminded him, “How old is he?” Didn’t want another Midnighter situation. Damian’s advances on his first crush were hell to handle. “He’s one year my elder, and oh Grayson I was not exaggerating when I said he is gorgeous. He—well, hm.”

Damian paused and then pulled out his phone. “Please allow me a moment to acquire the correct knowledge of the colors blue, white, green and black so I can accurately portray to you just how otherworldly beautiful Daniel is.” Dick let him pursue the internet for a while, mentally filling out the start of a report form for Bruce. He returned his attention to Damian when he was ready.

“Now fully educated I can describe him in the detail he deserves. His skin is colored light blue grey and his face, possibly his whole body, is covered in freckles that take the shape of constellations colored passport blue. His hair is a dancing flame pulled back into a ponytail colored Mint cream, a greenish shade of white. His eyes are Lazarus colored, as is his tongue and blood. His teeth are sharp canines, piercing skin easily.”

A little worried how he knew that, but Dick would ask later. “His crown, the Crown of Fire, is a halo of Vantablack ice. The other piece showcasing his status is the Ring of Rage, colored same shade of black with a gemstone colored Carmine red.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He was dressed elegantly, a Lazarus green suit vest over a vantablack button up and tie. His cape was clasped around his shoulders with a gold chain, pure white on the outside but a galaxy on the inside. It moved, Richard. He told me it changed galaxies and that at the moment it was showing the galaxy of dimension 62V-K.”

“Richard,” Damian said softly, his face flushed and eyes shining. “When he took my hand….I shivered. At first I thought nothing of it, but the longer I stood by his side it became harder and harder to deny it. His scent was….attractive. Like hickory and rain, maple and lightning. He smelled like a rolling thunderstorm, a summer morning.”

“I wanted to be closer, to drown in his scent. But it wasn’t just me.” Dick was certain he was about to die. It wasn’t just him? Oh no. “Were there others?” Dick asked worryingly. Damian blushed more, shaking his head then pushing his face into his pillow. When he raised his head he looked dazed. “It wasn’t just me, Richard. He...My scent…we were in the garden when he brought it up.”

“He’d wanted to show me the animals in the sanctuary, star seals and pomerantulas. We were sitting under a wysteria tree watching them roam. We were….I guess you would call it ‘cuddling’. Just…leaning against and holding each other. His arm was wrapped around my waist while his other held my hand.”

Damian blushed again and pushed his face back into the pillow as Dick ‘aww’ed. He raised his head once more and continued. “He turned to me and told me he couldn’t contain his desire any longer. When I asked what he meant…..” Damian took deep breath.

“He asked to smell my scent gland.” Dick blue screened for a moment. “He WHAT!?” He leaned forward, thinking he had misheard. Asking to smell a scent gland was more than a big deal. It was practically a mini proposal! “Did–what did you say?” Damian smiled again. “I said yes. He pulled my hand and put his lips to my wrist gland. He inhaled deeply and shivered. Richard, he growled.”

“He kissed my gland and told me it was taking all his strength and willpower not to mark me as his mate right that second. I…I didn’t know how to respond, and without thinking I told him he could scent me if I could scent him.” Dick gaped at him. Damian was very particular about physical contact, even more so about scenting. For him to ask an alpha to scent him, to ask if he could scent him—Damian was more than interested.

“He immediately agreed, and then….” Damian paused and Dick thought his head was going to explode from how red it was. “Theeeen??” Dick inquired. “Oh Richard, he pulled me onto his lap and against his chest.” Damian fell back into the bed, still clutching his pillow. “He began scenting and kissing my neck, telling me he wanted me in ways he didn’t know how to describe.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He told me he wanted to court me, to make me feel like the most special and important person in the multiverse because that’s was I was to him. That he wanted to spread every waking and resting moment with me. Richard, he asked my opinion on children.”

“Oh and scenting him was heaven,” Damian swooned again, “to claim him as my alpha, even in the smallest ways, made my head spin. Richard….I began kissing his neck.” Dicks jaw was so open it was practically in the batcave. “You kissed him?? His scent gland?? Did he like it? What did you say to him???”

Damian nodded, eyes blown wide with a smile on his face. “I told him I accept his advances and that I wanted to mate as soon as possible. I told him I’d never wanted anyone–anything–more than I wanted to be his omega. That I wanted him to be my alpha. And then…. Oh it was so foolish and irresponsible of me to do, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” Damian put a hand over his heart.

“I kissed him.” Dick gasped. “Wh–did he kiss back?” “Yes!” Damian said, sitting up. “He kissed me back! It was so….soft at first, but then—oh it’s embarrassing to say.” Dick clasped his hands together. “ please please pleaseeeeee tell meeeee. You can’t leave me on a cliffhanger!” Damian laughed a little, laughing louder when Dick pulled him into a hug, still pleading.

“Ok, ok, I will tell you!” He giggled, allowing Dick to keep hugging him, which said a lot about how happy he was. “We–well, I don’t really know how, but one moment we were sitting up and the next he had me pinned to the ground.” Dick choked. Damian only laughed again. “Yes, I was surprised as well. He—we were…” Damian cleared his throat.

“….I believe it’s called ‘French kissing.’” Damian his his face in his hands at Dicks scandalized gasp. “It…was so warm. He tasted wonderful, and I wanted it to continue forever. I….I’ve never been more impulsive than I was in that moment. I put my hands in his hair–and I’m surprised it didn’t burn me–but anyways, I pulled him closer to me. But it wasn’t enough.”

Damian laughed a little, peeking through his fingers. “I…ha…I flipped us. So I was–dear lord Richard, I was sitting on his lap! I was straddling him!” Dick gasped again. “My baby brother, straddling someone? Oh pinch me, I think I’m dreaming!” He teased, smiling as Damian pinched him. “It certainly felt like a dream.” Damian sighed.

“Did he like it?” Damian hid his face again. “Yes, very much. I could smell and….feel him, if you understand.” Oh my god. Dick ‘ooo’ed and Damian laughed airily. “He obviously liked it, but did you?” Dick laughed as Damian squeaked, gasping again at his small nod. “Ooohhhh my little brother is growing uuupp,” he cried, hugging him again. “He has a boyfriend, he’s being courted, pretty soon you’ll be mated; it’s too much! Just yesterday you were eight!”

Damian didn’t try to push him away, leaning into him instead. “You are ok with this?” He asked hopefully, “You will allow him to court me?” Dick pulled back so he could look at Damian fully. “Damian, I’ve never seen you more happy than you are now. If this alpha can make you smile and laugh like this just after the first meeting, he has more than my blessing. He should be more worried about what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t court you.”

Damian laughed happily, hugging him. “I am very glad. I was worried you’d be against it, for I know Father will be.” He had a good point. Bruce went over-protectively ballistic when he found out Roy and Kori were courting Jason. When he finds out Daniel is the fucking King of the afterlife? It’ll take every super to hold him back from going to the Infinite Realms and interrogating it’s king.

“After a few minutes of, um….kissing, he pulled back rather quickly, so quickly in fact that I believed I’d done something wrong. Thankfully that was not the case.” Damian said, continuing after a moment. “I’d asked him and he quickly told me that I’d done nothing wrong, and that—that I was perfect. He said that he was having trouble controlling himself, and that if we continued…”

“Oh my god.” Dick whispered. “Damian, show me your neck right now.” Damian gasped and almost shrieked a scandalized ‘RICHARD!’ as Dick pulled at his shirt. Thankfully, there were no marks, some light bruises, but that was normal with kissing. He allowed Damian to smack his arm after. “How irresponsible do you believe me to be?! I tell you I do something without thinking once and suddenly you treat me like a harlot!?” Dick laughed as he apologized, conceding that it had been a little rude. Damian took a moment to collect himself before continuing.

“It is embarrassing to say, but while we were, ahem….busy, his sister appeared to inform us the ball would soon be over and Daniel had to give his closing speech as the host.” Dick laughed at Damian’s expression. He knew the mortifying feeling of a sibling walking in while you were making out with someone, and was glad Damian got to experience it.

“Her name is Jasmine, and I do hope you do not meet. I know your history with tall redheads.” He laughed again at Damians expression. “But more importantly, after Daniels speech he gave me a courting gift.” Dick gasped and watched as Damian quickly went to his dresser and dug under everything to bring out a small black box.

Damian came back and sat down next to him, opening it to reveal a ring. It was a green gemstone with a black band. The band was carved into a blooming flower with the gem in the center with leafs coming out the sides slightly. The gemstone wasn’t one of this world, or dimension most likely. The color changed shades of green depending on the light, the cut changing with it. To the left it was zigzags, to the rights it was a jagged bismuth, and when Damian pulled it back Dick saw it change to liquid.

Damian pulled it out and put it on his left ring finger, and Dick watched as it changed shape to fit his finger. Damian sighed dreamily as he turned his hand this way and that, tracing the gem with his other thumb. “He told me this was his mothers wedding ring, and that she had given her engagement ring to his sister and her wedding ring to him. Apparently his father created this jewel for his mother and carved the band, and he said he’d do the same for my wedding band.”

“Man, Daniel knows how to make a move!” Dick whistled as he took Damian’s hand to see the ring better. “I’ve seen some amazing courting gifts in my day, but his mothers wedding ring as the first gift? You said his dad made this gem for his mom? Does that mean he’s going to make the same gem for you?” Damian blushed as Dick admired the ring.

“I believe so, since according to Daniel this gem is currently the only one in existence, making my wedding ring the second.” Damian stopped for a second, making Dick pause too. Damian was still and silent for about thirty seconds before he exclaimed “My god, it’s a tradition!” Dick blinked. “..what?” “It’s a family tradition! It’s something his father did, he’ll do, and our children will do as well! It’s generational!”

Damian was fanning himself and blushing again, and Dick couldn’t help but laugh. Of course thats what does it. A tradition. And probably also the fact that Daniel was already talking about their wedding. Damian was also going on and on about the wedding, who would be there and what type of flowers and what he would wear.

“Father and Mother will walk me down the aisle, of course, and Jon will be groomsman as well as Colin, Jason, Tim, and Duke.” Dick raised an eyebrow. “What about me?” Damian smiled at him. “You’ll be my best man, of course.”

[pocket-luv101]

Purple Flowers ‖ LighterWise

Fandom: Zenless Zone Zero Ship: LighterWise  

Summary: Wise and Lighter name their daughter after a flower. (LighterWise, Omegaverse AU)

Wise didn’t know how long he stared at the black and white photograph. He lightly traced his thumb over the grey blur and struggled to distinguish whether it was a foot or a hand. As if to answer him, there was a light kick against his stomach. He chuckled and lovingly rubbed his hand over the spot. He was 15 weeks pregnant with Lighter’s child.

Even hours after the doctor had handed the sonogram to him, Wise would stare at the image. He imagined how the picture would change and grow until he could finally hold his baby. Would they inherit Lighter’s green eyes or his own? No matter what, Wise would love his child and he only wanted them to be healthy. He would do his best to give their child the best life that he could.

His parents died when he was young and Helios Academy took him in. The closest person he had to a mother was his teacher. Hopefully, he could raise his child as well as she did for him. He sat in a freshly furnished house that bordered New Eridu and the Outer Ring. The room was filled with photographs and decor that they had bought together. Wise couldn’t help but compare the quaint room to the sterile walls of Helios Academy.

The remote home allowed Lighter to work with the Sons of Calydon and Wise could still visit his sister often. He was able to take jobs as a Proxy for extra income. Though, Lighter barred him from connecting to the H.D.D system after he told him that he was pregnant. He understood why Lighter didn’t want him to take proxy jobs while pregnant. He had the same concern since he could still feel pain through Eous and their shared senses. 

“You have one protective Papa.” Wise said and smiled to himself. He thought of everything they have been through and how Lighter had never abandoned them. They didn’t plan the pregnancy but he wasn’t scared or nervous. He trusted that Lighter would stay by his side and protect them both. “You’re kicking a lot so he won’t need to worry about you defending yourself.”

“Our daughter is a Son of Calydon so she’ll definitely be a fighter.” Lighter entered the room with a bag in one arm and flowers in the other. Wise started to stand and greet him but his sore feet ached against the wooden floor. The slight discomfort didn’t escape Lighter because he carefully eased him back onto the couch. As he did so, he pressed a kiss to Wise’s temple. “I’m home.”

“No wonder our little bangboo started kicking suddenly. She must have sensed that you came home and was excited to see your gift.” Wise took the flowers first. The bouquet of purple lilacs brought back memories of the first time he gifted flowers to him. He held the lilacs to his nose and took a deep breath, letting its soft scent calm him.

Next to him, Lighter unpacked the food. The moment that the savoury aroma of Cheesetopia’s fried food reached Wise, his food craving surged. He licked his lips and his open expression betrayed him. Lighter chuckled and held up a french fry in a teasing gesture. “I’ll feed you one if you give me a kiss, Sweetie.”

“You’d never hoard food from your omega or child.” Wise met his challenge with a grin. He shifted across the couch until their arms were pressed together. He kissed the corner of Lighter’s lips. While he was briefly distracted, Wise bent down and ate the fry from his finger. Lighter didn’t know what was more alluring: Wise proud eyes or the way he licked his lips. He triumphantly declared: “These fries should be dipped in honey.”

“As you wish, Babe. I thought that you’d want something sweet with your fries so I also ordered a milkshake. There’s strawberry jam for you too. Let me—” Before Lighter could take out the food from the bag, Wise threw himself into his side and hugged him tighter. Between the kind gesture and hormones, his emotions got the better of him.

“Thank you.” The words came out as a breathless whisper. Lighter placed the food on the table so he could slip his arms around Wise. He adjusted their position so Wise was sitting on his lap and he could place his hand on his stomach. As an alpha, he couldn’t help but be filled with pride when he felt a light kick against his hand.

“It’s our little bangboo.”

“If you keep using that nickname for our daughter, Eous will get jealous.” He leaned his head against his strong shoulder and smiled up at him. Lighter took the bag of food and handed a burger to Wise. It would’ve been better to eat at the table but neither wanted to move. “Our daughter has a sweet tooth like you do. It must be how you know what my random food cravings will be before I get them.”

“We haven’t thought of a name for her yet. Does she get upset with her bangboo nickname? I can change it to ‘peanut’ or something else that’s small like her.” He tested a few more nicknames and stroked Wise’s stomach. He searched for a kick or reaction to the nicknames. Lighter didn’t know whether their child could hear them but the thought was nice.

“Belle wants us to name our baby after her. Lucy insisted on the same. This is our baby but they can be a little pushy.” Despite the complaint, Wise didn’t mind. It warmed his heart to see everyone be excited for them and their baby. “Burnice gifted me a book of baby names. I heard that she was going to give our bangboo vintage nitrofuel that she can have when she’s older. Luckily, Piper stopped her.”

“How do you feel about naming her after a flower? It’s a little cliche but I got the idea when I bought flowers on the way home.” Lighter took a lilac from the bouquet and carefully weaved it into his hair. He couldn’t secure it properly and Wise helped him tuck the flower behind his ear.

In the past, he didn’t think of flowers much in the past because they were expensive in the Outer Ring. Lighter only purchased a bouquet for his lost friends. He later discovered how a simple flower could convey so much. He would never forget the way Wise blushed when he first bought lilacs for him. Flowers grew from a small seed to something vibrant and Lighter hoped their daughter would be the same.

“Lilac?” Lighter suggested and nodded towards the bouquet.

“I love the flower but I have a friend named Lilac. It may become confusing if we name her that.” Wise was disappointed that he had to reject the name. “How about Rose or Lily?”

They listed different flowers that they could use as a name. As they went through the list, Wise idly played with the lilac. He would prefer to have the name be a purple flower. Lighter reached around him and plucked a leaf from the flower. He used the leaf to tickle Wise’s cheek. The soft green colour gave Wise an idea.

“We should name her Daphne! The flower means eternal love and devotion too.” Wise said excitedly. He looked to Lighter eagerly for a response.

Lighter was helpless each time he saw Wise’s smile. He kissed his forehead and agreed. “Daphne Lorenz. It matches well and it’ll bring her victory.”

[professormatsubusa-rotomblr]

You may call me Maxie, no need to be formal. This blog exists for the sake of ensuring those I work alongside are abiding by workplace regulations regarding confidentiality and appropriate privacy regarding their personal lives.

I ask for grace as I am unfamiliar with this site. My inbox is open for the sake of my further education in an unknown field.

I believe this is good enough as my introduction.

//OOC

Hiiiiiii… @mamasplat same universe as @admin-courtneys-corner and @tabi-the-great you know the drill.

I’m throwing another maxie at you not for maxie sake but for lore reasons, Derek raised the alarm about kagaris post history.

I’ll update warnings as we go.

Potential Warnings For: shared warnings by proxy with the other blogs, middle age man unfamiliar with tumblr trying to do tumblr, omega ruby related trauma, negative effects of government involvement within terrorist rehabilitation

Mail: off, he doesn’t know how to do that yet.

Magic Anons: off

Related Blogs: @admin-courtneys-corner @tabi-the-great

Ship Tag: untitled rarepair Professor Cozmo/Maxie (past tense)

[tapedsleeves]

Part 2 of going through my AO3 history and reccing a couple from each month. Take this Journey of the past year with me, I hope you enjoy these recommendations.

part 1

July

Bonus Fandoms: Shardlake, The Mummy, & Check Please! 

 wrapped up in her satin and lace by blaahaj

3850 words, E, Connor McDavid / Leon Draisaitl

Rule63, lesbians, strapons!!!

when you find out by nymhciv

10779 words, E, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Beer League, exhibitionism

evil bad eric series by anonymous

9166 words, 5 works, E, Jeff Skinner / Eric Staal

Rape / non-con, temporary character death & revivification, blood and dore. Dead dove do not eat. 

why can't it be like that by lurlur

24307 words, 2 works, E Vince Dunn / Adam Larsson

Breakup / makeup fic, angst, hurt / comfort

dare not speak its name by bruinss

42622 words, E, Jonathan Drouin / Nathan Mackinnon

BDSM Au, first time - tradsub Jo

Thicker Than a Velvet Ring by anonymous

3319 words, E, Jeremy Swayman / Linus Ullmark

Handfeeding, kneeling

August

Bonus Fandoms: Daredevil & The Bikeriders 

it's not a new wave, it's just you and me by sphesphe

16331 words, E, Patrice Bergeron / Brad Marchand

Non-traditional omega, dom/sub au, pining

but close aint close enough by lagerlout

6363 words, E, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Pregnancy kink, feminization, ethical non-monogamy

Animus by toxotes

28285 words, M, Travis Konecny / Nolan Patrick

Curse AU

grind'r verse by whitchbhitch

28686 words, 2 works, E, Travis Konecny / Nolan Patrick

Loss of virginity, commitment kink, consensual somnophilia

good choices, all around series by shamrockette

15042 words, E, 2 works, Thatcher Demko / Quinn Hughes

Grindr, Getting together

from high hopes to the ground by anonymous

23291 words, T, Morgan Barron / Josh Morrissey

Supernatural, haunted house, pod-person replacements

September

Bonus Fandoms: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency & Kingsman

the curious mating habits of the homo sapiens hockii by nasobem

7505 words, E, Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

Coming out, obvlivious

with my feelings on fire (guess i'm a bad liar) by crispierchip

27176 words, E, Tyson Barrie / Gabe Landeskog

Accidental mpreg, getting together fwb to lovers

Blooming by canary

42375 words, M, Kent Johnson / Owen Power

Accidental mpreg, getting together, alpha/beta/omega dynamics

rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints  by anonymous

32861 words, E, Jack Eichel / Connor McDavid

Jack Eichel Trade discussions

quarters halves and wholes by ladyeggplant

23040 words, E, Mathew Barzal / Anthony Beauvillier

Vacation fic, getting together

October

Bonus Fandoms: Star Trek & Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Amongst Thieves

Earn It by Hooked_from_Behind

1704 words, E, Jonathan Droun / Nathan MacKinnon

trans!Jo, masturbation, videos

next one by cuprun

3809 words, E, Connor McDavid / Evgeni Malkin

Proxy fucking

Becoming Who We Are by Anonymous

13456 words, E, Nico Hischier / Jack Hughes

Grinder Fic, sexting, idiots to lovers, mistaken identity

In Your Wildest Dreams by TheSeventhL

2705 words, T, Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid

Wet dreams, miscommunication

Taking care of you by tigragrece

1107 words, G, Connor Bedard / Victor Wembanyama

Fluff, comfort

Lose some, Win some by Nasobem

5669 words, E, Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

Mistaken identity, miscommunication, first time

November

Bonus Fandoms: Merlin & Ready or Not

Zenith by devils

4732 words, E, Nico HIschier / Jack Hughes

Mating cycles, angst, knotting

The MoJoe Show (On The Road) Season 2 by pushingtothedge

42822 words, E, Moritz Seider / Joe Veleno

Pining, fwb to lovers, jealousy

got my finger on her trigger by creamsicle_melt

6063 words, E, Jonathan Drouin / Nathan MacKinnon

Rule63, cunnilingus, size kink

Sentinel Caps by Ferritin4

9361 words 2 works, E, Nicklas Backstrom / Alexander Ovechkin

Sentinel AU, teasing, slow burn

I like your face by CanadianAsPuck

1567 words, G, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Getting together, drunk confessions

you make me happy by CanadianAsPuck

8561 words, T, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Josh Norris injury, mutual pining, getting together

bottle up by selkiefinalist(sarcangel)

924 words, T, Colby Armstrong / Sidney Crosby

Hockeybot colby

It's not really gay panic (if you're embracing it) by dharma_club

5467 words, E, Erik Johnson / Nathan MacKinnon 

Rule63, bad at flirting, idiots to lovers

December

Bonus Fandoms: Arcane

wait a year by daiisysusan

16813 words, E, Quinn Hughes / Brady Tkachuk

Miscommunication, getting married, didn’t know they were dating

What're We Doing Here? By jtmikay

35075 words, T, Connor Bedard / Kevin Korchinski

Pining, slow burn, kissing

from this day forward by greenteam

91664 words, 2 works, E, Nico HIschier / Jack Hughes, Nico Hischier / Jonas Siegenthaler, Nico Hischier/Jonas Siegenthaler/Jack Hughes, Jack Hughes/Jonas Siegenthaler

Slow burn, royal au, arranged marriage au, getting together, bodyguard 

une ivresse qui m'anéantit by puckthisshift

5746 words, E, Thomas Chabot / Josh Norris

Selective bisexuality, sexuality crisis

bro-me is where the heart is by ladyeggplant

23308 words, E, Casey Cizikas / Matt Martin 

Farmstead AU, slow burn

As Above, So Below by Lurlur

200 words, G, Zamboni / Jumbotron

Love, romance, poetry

[reallyromealone]

Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"