#they're all alphas and you're their omega master

[merakiui]

MERA OML U WONT BELIEVE WHAT MY IMAGINATION DO TO ME—

YAN!BUTLER OCTA TRIO.

PLS PLS PLS IMAGINE OMLLL THEM ON BUTLER SUIT IS SO OFENDOSKDKDDKDNE

he’s your personal butler, whenever you go and he followed you, he served you nicely, and waking you up for duties just like a husband waking up his wife softly in the morning—but he can be the filthiest behind that nice gentleman mask.

NAHH I CAN IMAGINE THEY ACTUALLY HELPING YOU AND RAVISHED YOU WHERE YOUR BODY GOT SO ADDICTED AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIM FISNDIDJDI

OMG YES OTL

I feel like I must make the obligatory Jade is one hell of a butler joke, but it's true!!! He's so responsible, always following his schedule, never late by a second and never too early either. He wakes you up at the same time each morning, smiling so adoringly when you throw a pillow at him and beg for a few more minutes wrapped in the comforts of the fluffy duvet. He stands at your bedside, looming like a sentinel, and will wait the few minutes you've requested. Everything is so orderly and tidy under his watchful eye. He's the head butler for a reason, after all. He is always so polite, never overstepping his boundaries, but he certainly toes the line, especially when he's hit with a particular bout of envy. It's usually when suitors come looking for your hand in marriage. Most just want your fortune; they could never truly love you like he does, and late into midnight he'll show you just how much he treasures you.

Azul is also very responsible and respectful. He's ambitious for a butler, always wanting to do better and better so you will continue to praise him. He probably fits into the trope of servant who grew up alongside the aristocrat, thus making both childhood friends, and since his youth he's always admired you from afar. He devoted so much of his time and efforts to learning the ways of servitude so that when he was finally old enough to officially serve as your personal butler he would be absolutely perfect. He's charming, too. Has quite the silver tongue on him. Every word that falls from his mouth is like honey, so sweet and charismatic. He does everything without uttering a single complaint, always offering you his trademark smirk-grin. But you shouldn't be so trusting of him. The same loyal butler who ensures you always have a fresh vase of flowers at your bedside, who memorizes all of your preferences, who helps you get ready in the morning, is the same butler who may have mixed his cum into your food or served you an octopus dish that may have been made using one of his tentacles. :) don't question things; just let him serve you as he always does.

For all of his untamed capriciousness, Floyd is a wonderful butler. He's an excellent cook, too. All of your meals are prepared by his diligent hands, and he loves cooking for you, so much that he often makes too much food. Floyd likes it when you give him tasks and orders because it's something special you're entrusting him with. He serves you because he wants to, not because it's an obligation, and you treat him in the same friendly casual manner he treats you. He has the best Shrimpy in the world. You're so caring and understanding. You let him get away with his mischief because he's your dear, devoted butler. Although this is probably because he knows just how to touch you to have you coming undone, and you've gotten a little too accustomed to anticipating sex with him. He makes it his mission to take you in every room in your estate, on every surface, in every position. Even the outdoors is not safe from your lustful trysts. Floyd scares away all of your potential suitors (he's probably killed a few, too, or he's come awfully close), so it's just you and him. He's all you really need; you seem to echo this sentiment when he's buried so deeply inside you and you're clawing at his back, numb to rationality, slurring incoherent things. He likes articulate Shrimpy, but he also likes dumb, cock-drunk Shrimpy, too. Good thing he gets to experience both!

[yanderenightmare]

TW: omegaverse, subjugation, second gender sexism

Stuck thinking about the politics in an omegaverse society.

Especially how unreal the victim blaming would be—how Omegas are more often than not blamed for making Alphas lose control.

"You're not taking the right suppressants. You're not wearing enough scent-blocker. You were practically parading around in heat—what did you expect?"

And most politicians are Alphas, so there's really no one speaking up for Omegas at all. Sooner than later, without much resistance, the world comes to agree that "Unmated Omegas are the problem!"

And the solutions? Arranged marriages and Systematic pairings, Omega institutions, Mating homes, AUCTIONS—to ensure all Omegas find an Alpha to mate. But it's all run by the rich—mostly middle-aged geezers who get to have their pick of the litter.

The propaganda has all Alphas convinced that they're all saviors offering Omegas salvation, which only spikes the occurrence of unwanted bonds. You can't be an Omega walking the streets without an Alpha escort because you'll be treated like prey—a free-for-all.

And instead of giving all Alphas shock collars to keep them in check, Omegas have to mate with an Alpha to keep themself safe from other Alphas—like nature intended.

Soon, the very concept of a free Omega becomes laughable. After all, pets don't want freedom. Pets want safety and comfort. Pets want masters. Anything less would be abusive to a poor Omega. They crave to be subjugated—they were made to be owned—freedom would only be cruelty to them.

♡ TWIST OF FATE

[suzukiblu]

i am literally for real obsessed with your timberkon pink kryptonite fic so i definitely would love to see another sneak peek, but i'm also loving all the superfam stuff you're putting out!!! something that i wish you would write because i love your works (and have since the darcy lewis stucky days) and i think you would do amazing things with the pairing is jaytim, but i know thats not everyones cup of tea

(i realize now that you were probably aiming for an ask rather than a reply so here it is in your inbox too hskdhsh)

Thank you! ❤️ And oh, asks and replies were both fine for this, no worries. I try to just specify in-post whenever I have a preference but it's not gonna bother me either way.

I DO like JayTim to read, but I've never really felt a particular bug to write it myself? At least not yet, anyway, that may one day change. Though I miiiiight still put Kon in the middle because I am who I am and all, haha.

I'm planning to update the pink K fic on AO3 tomorrow, though I'm pretty sure I've already posted enough of chapter two in excerpts on Tumblr to have posted basically all of it by now and I'm trying to avoid doing that with chapter three, sooooo instead please accept the beginning of this very niche Superfam omegaverse pack dynamics AU instead. I've been looking for an excuse to post this whole big long thing anyway, lol.

Read-more for length, 'cuz there's kind of a lot here, haha.

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The representative from the wet nurse agency shows up fifteen minutes early with an unusual-seeming omega who can't be a day over nineteen, being generous. Bruce makes a note to look into the agency's hiring practices a little more closely. The current situation is something of an emergency, unfortunately, and he's only had time to run the intermediate-level background checks so far.

Maybe this isn't the prospective wet nurse, he halfheartedly hopes, and they're just another representative; one who's in training or just here as backup. The kid smells like milk, though, and also why the hell would the agency send out an omega representative? Omegas are typically secretaries and clerks and almost all do in-office jobs, where they're "protected" from the outside world.

The practice is stupid and demeaning and borderline abhorrent, but it's a step up from the days when an omega couldn't get any job that wasn't as a nanny or a sex worker or some fucked-up combination of the two. Clark being an actual reporter is something that was practically unheard of two lousy generations back, and even now Clark is still an unusual exception in his field. Typically, an omega writing for a newspaper would be doing gossip or advice or something domestic, not investigative journalism.

So no, there's no way that this particular omega is anything but a wet nurse candidate, unusual-seeming and concerningly young or not. And Bruce had insisted on the candidate coming to meet them in person, even when the agency had very unsubtly implied that it would be better to just have the milk delivered.

Bruce is absolutely looking into this agency's hiring practices. An omega this age should barely be presented. One who's already allegedly producing enough milk to be a viable wet nurse for what they're requesting . . .

It's concerning, yes.

"Master Bruce, the representative from the Waterton Agency and her associate," Alfred introduces politely, gesturing between Bruce and their guests. He doesn't look or smell disapproving, even in the mildest notes, but Bruce knows he is.

Of course he is, with an omega who might be being either abused or taken advantage of or outright trafficked in the manor.

Bruce should've run a better background check.

"Hello, Alpha Wayne. My name is Ellen Travers," the agency representative greets tightly as Bruce steps into the parlor. She's a harried-looking blonde beta with graying hair who looks very unhappy to be here and is doing a very bad job of hiding the nervous dissatisfaction in her scent.

She doesn't introduce the omega.

Bruce puts on his stupid "Brucie" grin and strides right up to Travers, sticking a hand out to shake. She puts on a weak attempt at a polite smile in return and takes it.

"Hello there, Beta Travers, thanks so much for coming out here on such short notice!" Bruce greets her with a lie of cheerfulness, but Travers continues to smell nervous and upset and her smile is no less forced. And the omega . . .

The kid smells downright sullen, which is not a typical scent to catch off an unfamiliar presented omega and doesn't do anything to make him seem any older.

And yes, he's definitely unusual. He's much taller than Travers–about Bruce's own height, in fact–and has a very broad build and a surprising amount of muscle on him on top of that. Bruce knows full-grown alphas who'd kill to be built like this kid. He's also much more "handsome" than "beautiful", and frankly couldn't look less like the kind of sweet and pretty little things the agency had advertised on their website if he tried, much less the soft and maternal type Bruce had been expecting to actually have show up, given the specific requests he'd made.

Well, it does make sense. Bruce obviously wasn't going to provide the agency with either a Kryptonian genetic profile or a Kryptonian pup's exact dietary needs in search of a suitable wet nurse, but the nutrient requests that they'd made would likely necessitate an omega of a similar build to Clark's to supply–hell, the kid even resembles him a bit, funnily enough. They've already had four agencies tell them that they simply didn't have an appropriate candidate on staff, and the milk samples they'd been able to provide hadn't proven very helpful.

Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, but Martha had at least had the advantage of having a pack bond with him. A packmate's milk always does miles better by a pup than a stranger's or any kind of formula ever could.

Though she'd had some very odd cravings while nursing him, she'd told them. And Clark had still grown up underfed, even with formula and yellow sunlight to supplement–the Fortress had observed marked evidence of childhood malnutrition in him, he'd said.

Occasionally Bruce wonders what a properly-nursed Kryptonian raised under a yellow sun from infancy would've actually turned out like.

The thought is . . . well. A thought.

A thought that still makes him leery of how Jon Kent might grow up, sometimes.

Those concerns aside, though, the really unusual thing about this omega isn't either his physique or his face. Bruce is perfectly used to omegas with "nontraditional" looks after knowing Clark and Diana this long, to say nothing of various other Justice League members or other superheroes and villains he's known, or of both raising and reuniting with Jason. But this omega isn't as demurely dressed as mild-mannered Clark Kent would be; he's wearing opaque sunglasses and an alpha-cut studded leather jacket and alpha-style jeans and an inconveniently inaccessible plain black T-shirt with no sign of a nursing bra underneath it, nothing soft or appealing in either his clothes or his posture. If anything, he looks aggressive; tense and guarded and ready to start some shit. Even Jason usually puts up a temporary illusion of traditional omega mannerisms when he's meeting strangers as a civilian, if only so he'll be underestimated. This kid isn't even pretending to make the attempt.

And the kid smells completely and undeniably stray, too. Bruce can't catch a single note of packscent coming off him. Not even the scent of whatever pup got him milked up enough to qualify for this job. Unbred omegas sometimes lactate in heat or when under stress or if someone in their pack either has or adopts a pup, but a stray who doesn't smell particularly distressed or anything like he's on his cycle shouldn't be producing any milk at all.

At least not without using the kind of stimulants that Bruce explicitly forbade when filling out the agency application, anyway. Those medications are necessary for some omegas, obviously, but in this situation . . .

Kryptonian pups don't respond well to getting anything like that in their milk, they've already very thoroughly learned.

The omega also has spiked stainless steel piercings in his ears, snake bites under his mouth, and two curved barbells in his left eyebrow. All his other jewelry is heavy alpha-styled rings and bracelets, and his nails are painted a chipped black. And he is, notably, not wearing any kind of collar or necklace, and his neck is completely unmarked.

Bruce is in no way oblivious to the obvious message that an uncollared and unbitten omega's neck presents when left so obviously bared. Especially on a stray one who's dressed like an alpha and standing like he's expecting a fight.

He cannot imagine why this kid is working as a wet nurse.

None of the theories that come to mind bode particularly well, though.

"This omega is our most fitting candidate for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, her smile turning increasingly forced. Bruce thinks he can safely translate that expression as that of a beta who did not in any way agree with that assessment but was stuck following orders. "She fulfills all of your nutritional requests, including the necessary iron content and the prioritized fats and proteins, and, of course, is not taking any manner of lactation-inducing stimulants or supplements."

"He," the omega corrects, sounding dubious. Travers's mouth tightens. Bruce knows a lot of old-school traditionalists who won't call a male omega "he" or a female alpha "she", no matter what said omega or alpha's preferences happen to be, and makes another note about looking into this agency more thoroughly.

Much more thoroughly.

"She isn't available for direct nursing, unfortunately, but her milk is a perfect match to your requests and she produces both excellently and reliably; her supply will be more than enough for your needs," Travers continues as if the omega hadn't spoken, and the omega's lip curls in obvious annoyance as he rolls his eyes with no attempt to hide his exasperation even in the presence of an unfamiliar alpha.

Bruce thinks of Jason with a brief pang, and pushes the thought aside. It's not the time.

Maybe he could've asked Jason for help with this, if he'd been a better father. A better alpha. A better . . .

But he wasn't, so now there's an annoyed stranger standing in his parlor instead of a content packmate curled up in their nest.

"Really?" he asks, tilting his head and blinking down at Travers with a deliberately surprised expression. "The consultant made it sound like you'd need multiple donors, for the amount we're asking."

If one goddamn barely-presented kid is actually producing enough milk to even half-feed a Kryptonian pup . . .

"This omega produces sufficient quantities for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers replies with another forced smile. She must know how ridiculous a statement that is, when she's talking about a stray kid and not a fully mature omega with at least a couple of litters under their belt who's well-established in a stable pack, but she says it with conviction all the same.

"Oh, good!" Bruce says brightly, because he's supposed to be a stupid knotheaded playboy who wouldn't know a damn thing about nursing either way. "That'll be convenient, then."

Frankly, he only wishes one omega could produce what they need right now, but requesting that much milk from one agency for just one pup would be immediately flagged as suspicious, and definitely turned down outright. They're still looking for other candidates under false names, but at the rate they're going, they're going to need to keep supplementing with formula, which already hasn't been going well.

If Clark could get milked up himself, this wouldn't be a problem, of course. A Kryptonian omega could easily produce more than enough for one Kryptonian pup, especially under a yellow sun. Clark nursed Jon without a problem for years and was actually overproducing when he was, Bruce knows very well.

Unfortunately, that's not an option anymore. Not since . . .

Clark would never forgive himself if something like that happened again.

Never.

And Kara and Karen are both alphas, and Jon's a beta and only ten anyway, and the only other living Kryptonians they know of are either remorseless criminals imprisoned in the Phantom Zone or the sickly little pup who's slowly wasting away upstairs.

Formula and concentrated yellow sunlight haven't been enough. Clark can't get milked up anymore. They haven't been able to synthesize any appropriate supplements either in the Fortress or in working with the Justice League or STAR Labs or even in collaborating between them.

And the pup is just getting weaker, and quieter, and sicker.

A human wet nurse probably won't even help that much, at this point, but . . .

Well, it's the best chance they have to keep the pup alive until they can synthesize something. Maybe the only chance, now.

"We strive to provide to our clients' convenience, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, and the omega rolls his eyes again. Bruce is less and less convinced of him being an adult in any way but the presentation of his pheromones.

It's rude to address an unfamiliar unpacked omega directly, especially as an alpha. Technically Travers is chaperoning them in a professional situation, though, and Bruce has increasing suspicions about this omega's personal standards so far as "manners" go anyway.

And everyone knows Brucie Wayne is stupid and shameless, of course.

So he flashes the kid a grin, and he says, "Well, it's great to meet you, we appreciate you making the trip! What's your name, Mr. . . .?"

The kid blinks at him, clearly surprised both to be spoken to and to be called "Mr." instead of "Miss" or "Ms." or even "Omega". Travers looks absolutely scandalized.

Bruce really doesn't approve of the kind of traditionalists who won't introduce an omega or use their stated pronouns, though, so fuck if he cares.

"Her name is Carly, Alpha Wayne!" Travers interjects quickly, her tone a little bit too bright to be genuine. "Short for Caroline."

"Just Carl," the kid corrects, shaking his head. Travers's mouth tightens again. It's not a very typical omega name, so no surprise.

It occurs to Bruce to wonder if Carl might be a trans alpha, which he probably should've thought to wonder as soon as he saw how he was dressed and got an impression of his personality. Obviously the kid's at least not currently on HRT if he's working as a wet nurse, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of him being transgender all the same.

Actually, affording gender-affirming care is definitely a reason that a kid like this one would be working this job, especially if said kid's family weren't supporting them. Wet nurses make more money than most other fields that omegas without a diploma can expect to get into, at least short of sex work, and Carl is very obviously too young to have graduated college yet.

Actually, Bruce still isn't even sure if he's old enough to have graduated high school yet.

He's going to burn down this whole damn agency if they're knowingly employing a minor as a wet nurse.

"Nice to meet you, Carl," he says easily. Carl's eyes narrow consideringly, and then he folds his arms and smirks, crooked and casual.

"Sure," he says. "Nice to meet you too, Wayne."

Travers looks agonized. The last non-alpha stranger who called Bruce "Wayne" instead of "Alpha Wayne" was a beta terrorist who was in the middle of kidnapping him, and he's not sure any omega who wasn't an active supervillain ever has, so he's not surprised by her reaction.

Carl is still watching him with the same cocky smirk, though, an obvious challenge in the expression and his posture both. Bruce puts another point towards the possibility of him being a trans alpha, though he's not stupid enough to actually ask if he is, especially not in front of someone the kid works under. Presentation aside, Carl might not be out, and Travers is currently at least professionally following traditional manners, so Bruce doesn't have much hope for this agency being all that progressive and doesn't want to accidentally get the kid fired.

Though if Carl is a minor, Bruce is going to have to see if he can't slip him a business card and find him another job. Especially if he's going to be burning down the agency he's working for.

"Why aren't you available for direct nursing, if you don't mind me asking?" he asks in a curious tone, because he still can't smell a pup on the kid and most wet nurses who aren't nursing their own pups do direct nursing, and he wants intel about the agency's typical practices. Carl shrugs.

"Stubborn tits," he replies, pushing his chest out as he gestures at himself with no apparent sense of shame or self-consciousness, and Travers looks increasingly agonized. Bruce is just increasingly missing Jason, himself. "Milk flows too slow and the pups always get all fussy and stress out about it. Which, whatever, pups are weird anyway, they're not really my thing."

"'Weird'?" Bruce repeats, carefully noting the lack of possessives in reference to any potentially dysphoria-triggering anatomy. Still not a confirmation, but another point. Carl shrugs again.

"I'm afraid Carly doesn't bond appropriately with pups, Alpha Wayne," Travers interjects quickly, and Carl scowls at her. "She has an unfortunate detachment disorder."

"I 'attach' fine," Carl grumbles sourly, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets. "I just don't like kids."

Travers grimaces. Bruce keeps pretending to be an oblivious idiot. He has met omegas who don't like children. They exist.

They're just all deeply, deeply traumatized people. Or clinically insane.

Or both, frequently.

So . . . "detachment disorder" seems likely, yes.

Bruce doesn't consider either sex or gender to be the end-all be-all of a person, of course, but there are certain biological imperatives that no one can deny as existing, and a lactating omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–really, just about any omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–is not ever going to say they "just" don't like kids. Usually the problem with omega wet nurses is them liking kids too much, in fact, and getting distressed or depressed when the parents wean the pups and they won't be seeing them again. The decent agencies have psychological support for that in place and typically offer paid leave between long-term clients. The Waterton Agency does up to a month, which is one of the reasons Bruce chose it.

So yes, Carl is almost definitely traumatized.

Though really, a wet nurse who won't be around much isn't the worst thing, considering. Neither Clark nor Jon started developing any especially noticeable powers until they were older, but they can't assume anything based off a sample size of two, especially when said sample size is made up of biological relatives. And even if they didn't have to worry about that, well, the manor is frequently full of vigilantes and the cave is right underneath it. There's a lot that a regular guest could notice, especially over however long they might need to be nursing. Especially because nursing is a quiet, out-of-the-way activity that takes a while, and it would be very easy for someone to forget to keep their voice down or to not do a damn quadruple-backflip off a chandelier at the wrong moment.

And there's a reason Clark and Lois brought this problem to the shadows of Gotham, as opposed to staying in bright and sunny Metropolis with it. They've got something to hide right now, and a lot to figure out.

Plus if even a molecule of kryptonite gets involved in this situation, even secondhand . . .

Power Girl and Supergirl and Steel are the ones taking shifts watching Metropolis right now, and everyone is just going to leave it at that. Superman isn't coming out for anything less than the apocalypse.

"Well, the Lane-Kents will probably want you to meet the kiddo either way, if you don’t mind," Bruce tells Carl, offering an easy shrug. "Peace of mind, you know how it is."

"Not really," Carl says. Bruce debates slipping the kid a psychiatrist's business card, but he'd probably take it as an insult.

"Er, yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says awkwardly. "Actually, we were expecting Alpha Lane to be with you . . . ?"

"Lois is currently stuck in Metropolis traffic thanks to Metallo bashing up half of downtown this afternoon and Clark is upstairs getting the kiddo around. Little guy just woke up from his nap," Bruce replies with a pleasant smile, making another note of how Travers left off the omega member of the couple's last name, and also apparently doesn't expect to be meeting said omega at all. He is increasingly regretting choosing this agency, though he may yet manage to do some good in the world by subtly dismantling it. Or maybe just by buying it outright and doing a little restructuring.

Or a lot of restructuring.

"Wait, it's not your kid?" Carl asks, wrinkling his nose with a puzzled expression. Travers looks pained. The Waterton Agency isn't Gotham-based, so Bruce isn't sure why she apparently expects Carl to be up on the Wayne pack's current members, especially considering how she keeps talking over and outright ignoring him. Bruce has a hard time picturing her bothering to provide the information herself, at this point.

"Oh, no, just doing a favor for some visiting friends," he replies smoothly, still wearing the same pleasant smile. Which is a lie, of course, because actually the Lane-Kents are part of his secondary pack and "visiting friends" therefore in no way covers what they are to him. The Wayne pack is both his primary and his family pack, obviously, and the Justice League is a loosely-connected tertiary pack, but his secondary pack lacks both an official name and public recognition, because explaining to the public why Brucie Wayne's secondary pack is two award-winning reporters from Metropolis, a random museum curator in Gateway City, a decorated Navy SEAL, and occasionally a cat burglar with commitment issues is just not going to work out for anyone's secret identities.

And that even without counting how everyone knows about Lois Lane and Steve Trevor's respective very public connections to Superman and Wonder Woman, much less ever explaining anything about Selina. Bruce, meanwhile, still isn't sure how he ended up in a pack with any of these people. Clark and Diana definitely have a lot to answer for either way, though.

Mostly he blames Clark. Diana has more decorum. Clark is just . . . Clark, so now Bruce gets a scarf and cookies from Martha Kent every Christmas, never mind that he's technically Jewish, because God forbid he ever tells her that and she starts sending him Hanukkah presents instead. He cannot handle eight nights' worth of Martha Kent's colorfully-wrapped scarves and lovingly-packaged cookies. That's just not a thing he can do.

He doesn't even celebrate holidays, except when Dick cons him into it. Which admittedly he's been doing more often again the past few years, but–

This is off-topic, Bruce reminds himself, but then gets distracted as Carl cocks his head a little and frowns over something. Bruce instinctively wants to brace himself for trouble at the sight, because that frown actually very strongly reminds him of Clark's "what the hell weird and concerning thing did I just notice with my super-senses" frown, but A) Carl doesn't have super-senses and B) Bruce just heard the stairs creak, which means the actual Clark is finally on his way down to meet them. No one else in the manor would ever make the steps creak any way but deliberately except for Lois or Jon, and Jon is out on a walk with Damian and Titus while Lois is, again, currently stuck in Metropolis traffic. So: Clark, definitely.

Also Clark tends to make the stairs creak a lot louder than either Lois or Jon do, given the very notable size difference there.

"Has Alpha Lane authorized you to make decisions for his pup's care, Alpha Wayne?" Travers asks with another forced smile. Bruce is resolving to check specifically her background too, at this point.

"No, no, that won't be necessary, good ol' Clark's right here," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "It's his pup too, and he knows much more about ones this age than I do anyway."

"Yes, well, omegas tend to get a little . . . irrational about the idea of sharing their pups with a wet nurse," Travers says "politely", like she thinks she's stating a fact. Bruce would say something cheerful-sounding and subtly insulting back, typically, but Carl's frown is deepening and he looks a little bit . . . odd, maybe, or . . .

There's a strange little pup-call from the stairs, very quiet and echoing in unusual registers but still recognizably one all the same, and just as recognizably resigned-sounding. It's a pup-call that clearly expects to go unanswered, at this point, which is something that Bruce would like to never hear again in his life, given the option.

Though it's better than a pup who's given up on calling at all, he supposes.

He tries not to grimace at that thought, though he's sure Clark's grimacing enough for the both of them right now after hearing a call like that. The pup is starving, and they just can't feed him properly. At this point sending him back where he came from might be kinder.

Honestly, if Bruce didn't know exactly who his parents were, he might've already insisted on that.

It's just–

The pup calls again, even quieter. Travers looks perplexed.

"Er," she says. "I apologize, Alpha Wayne, but is the pup ill? We can't be around them if they are, it's against agency policy."

"Oh, the kiddo just sounds like that," Bruce replies dismissively, and then lies, "Vocal chord deformity, apparently. We're not sure what caused it, pediatrician thinks it's something genetic."

Well, it is genetic. Jon calls in exactly the same registers, and according to Martha and Jonathan so did Clark.

So it's genetic, yes. Just not a deformity.

Carl's expression looks–odd, still. Bruce isn't sure what to think of it, but it makes him a bit wary. A detachment disorder doesn't imply an actual negative reaction to the presence of a pup, obviously, but . . .

Clark steps into the parlor with Lor-Zod sitting on his hip, the pup no older than two or so and looking small and listless in his arms, his dark skin all washed out and his previously bright eyes gone dull and tired. When he first crash-landed in Metropolis in the rocket he'd been wrapped up inside, Clark said he'd popped out of it energetic and excited and clamoring for attention in toddler-level Kryptonian, but he's been slowly fading ever since, wasting away without the nutrients that they just can't provide him. He's probably only made it this long thanks to the sun.

Again, Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, though he was already at least three by the time they got him, which probably helped. A pup Lor's age is capable of eating solid food, obviously, but milk or formula is still a major part of a pup's diet until they're four or five, if not older, and the longer the better. Hell, most kids still at least semi-regularly nurse for as long as their dam can manage to stay milked up, or even until they present themselves. No one can wean a damn toddler and expect them to thrive.

Or even survive, in Lor's case.

Lor opens his mouth in another weak, resigned little pup-call, and Clark's own mouth tightens as he restrains himself from answering it and giving the pup false hope for milk he just doesn't have, and Bruce steels himself to–

Carl croons.

Travers startles. Bruce is . . . surprised, a bit. A detachment disorder doesn't really imply the kind of omega who'd croon at a pup they've never seen before in their life, after all.

It's an unusual and unpracticed croon, as if it's a sound Carl doesn't make very often, which Bruce supposes would make sense. Lor responds to it immediately, though, shifting weakly in Clark's arms and pup-calling again.

Carl, with absolutely no manners or decorum whatsoever, sweeps right past Travers and Bruce and Alfred and just plucks Lor straight out of Clark's arms. Which–forget the kid calling him "Wayne"; that's a damn etiquette breach. Hell, Clark probably only didn't take Carl's head off for snatching up his pup without permission because he's so clearly dumbfounded that he actually did it.

Bruce is slightly less dumbfounded due to having spent five seconds in the kid's presence, but still, what is he–

"Carly!" Travers chokes in horror. Carl very obviously doesn't even hear her and just starts purring at Lor and cuddling him close in a way that really doesn't even slightly imply "detachment disorder".

And then Bruce figures out what was "odd" about Carl's expression, before.

"Huh," he says, a little bemused. "Did he just go into feral drop?"

"Alpha Wayne, I assure you, this is not the Waterton Agency's standard of behavior!" Travers sputters, sounding even more horrified, and Clark just blinks and tilts his head.

"I think he did, yeah," he says, looking perplexed. Carl continues ignoring everyone in the room except for Lor and just purrs louder at him as they both nuzzle into each other. Lor makes more very distinctly Kryptonian pup-calls at him, and Carl croons back with no apparent concern over their strangeness, sounding absolutely goddamn enamored.

That is definitely not a detachment disorder, Bruce thinks. There is no possible way that an omega with a detachment disorder just went into full feral drop over a pup at first sight.

Or possibly first sound, he's realizing.

Bruce is perfectly aware that omegas can feral-bond with distressed pups whether they mean to or not, but he's never seen it happen this fast outside of a warzone or a natural disaster. He's heard hearsay and read studies about particularly compatible sets that have done it under less stressful circumstances, but distressed and starving pup or not, he wouldn't have even expected a human omega to be capable of bonding with a Kryptonian pup like that.

Or at all, frankly. Deliberately created and carefully cultivated pack bonds are one thing, but . . .

Lor chirps, the sound still a little quiet and fragile, a little weak, but also undeniably hopeful, and Carl gives him a low, rumbly purr in reply and yanks up his inconveniently-cut T-shirt to expose his chest with no trace of hesitation or modesty. He's already leaking sweetly-scented milk, already adjusting his grip on Lor to let the pup get at his chest as easily and comfortably as possible, and Lor latches without a moment's hesitation and immediately starts to nurse.

And then Lor purrs. Carl just watches him with undeniable adoration, still paying no attention whatsoever to anyone else in the room.

Alright, then, Bruce thinks carefully.

Well, that just happened.

"Thought you didn't like kids, Carl?" he inquires casually, putting on an easy grin, and Carl finally seems to come up enough to remember that the rest of them exist, though he still doesn't actually take his eyes off Lor.

"I would literally become a supervillain if this kid asked me to," he replies dreamily, keeping Lor cradled in one arm and tracing a finger down the pup's cheek with a soft, besotted expression that's unmistakable for what it is even with the sunglasses on. He looks like he might just burn down the world if someone tried to take Lor away from him right now, and his pheromones are so all-encompassing and so cloyingly sweet that Bruce genuinely might need to see a dentist after this.

"Well usually I'd say we keep Batman in the loop on that kind of thing around here, but if the kiddo asks, it only seems fair," he jokes with a laugh.

"I would drop-kick Batman off a roof for you," Carl informs Lor lovingly as he strokes his cheek again and then skims a fingertip along the little barely-visible scar splitting his eyebrow. Lor keeps purring sweetly and Alfred coughs to conceal a low chuckle. Clark looks a little pained to be watching one of his pups nurse from another omega so easily and eagerly, but his mouth quirks in amusement at the comment anyway. Bruce doesn't dignify any of them with a response, because he is an alpha with dignity and also is in no way threatened by a passing comment from a barely-presented kid who clearly isn't even combat-trained.

. . . although he also isn't going to be stupid enough to try coaxing Lor away from the omega he just feral-bonded with just yet either.

Then Tim walks by the doorway, takes one look at Carl with Lor, and trips over literally nothing and into a full faceplant on the foyer floor. Bruce pauses, then raises an eyebrow.

"Alright down there, Timmy?" he asks. Tim scrambles back to his feet, looking more genuinely mortified than he's ever seen him.

"Fine!" he blurts. "Fine. Everything's fine. All the things are fine. Uh. What? Who?"

"This is Carl," Bruce says, gesturing to the kid. "Wet nurse from the Waterton Agency. And his escort, Beta Travers. Carl, Beta Travers, this is my son, Tim Drake-Wayne. And also Clark Lane-Kent and his pup, Chris Lane-Kent, who I'm assuming you've figured out are your prospective clients."

"Yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says with a grimace. "We gathered."

"Ngh," Tim says, looking at literally everything but Carl and Lor. His face is bright red, which is an unusual amount of embarrassment for him to be showing just over tripping. Typically he masks that kind of thing a lot more effectively. Bruce would almost think he was actually embarrassed by watching Carl feed Lor, but Tim's literally never been affected by anything but passing curiosity when seeing a pup nurse before, so that seems unlikely. And he's a male beta, if still an unpresented one, so it's not like he's got any reason to care all that much about it anyway.

So his reaction does seem a little odd, yes.

Hm.

"Chris," Carl coos adoringly down at Lor. Bruce is in no way stupid enough to think that he absorbed any of the rest of that introduction or has even noticed Tim's presence at all. He wouldn't even put money on him having noticed Clark's presence, in fact, except as a pup-delivery system. The kid is very clearly in love with the pup in his arms and doesn't give a damn about any of the rest of them at all.

Detachment disorder. Sure.

[gabessquishytum]

Hello! I hope you're well. I've had another idea for the Omegaverse Office AU.

Imagine them ten years into the future. They're so very happy, the kids in school, and Dream is still working and still CEO. Sometimes he brings his quite grown up babies with him - Hob needs to do his own things sometimes - and they do homework in the big conference room and then terrorize the entire office, but nobody says anything, because, you know, they're the boss's kids.

And they're nothing compared to Dream and Hob themselves. Over the past decade, these two have elevated shenanigans in the office to a whole new level or five. They are masters of almost being caught because it gets Dream off like nothing else.

They also use it to further business. The company is now worth more than Dream cares to look up. Hob fucks him prior to important meetings with outsiders so they get to sit in the pheromone-drenched room. Some of them just get flustered, some of them downright bothered, but it's always enough for Dream to get out on top of any deal.

For the hardest cases they book the conference room two hours prior and Hob does him on top of the table, glass walls or not. Dream's other employees learn very quickly to not take that corridor before important meetings. The stains are enough to crack even the most seasoned businesspeople.

Then one day it stops working, and Dream can't quite figure out why. Instead of them being bothered, his meetings all end up with him being treated not like the hardened CEO he is, but rather like he's delicate and could break at any moment. Two of them even congratulate him upon leaving.

It's rather embarrassing, really, that it takes them three weeks and a positive pregnancy test to figure it out.

🦒 Anon

YES I love this!!!! Accidental pregnancy except they're middle aged and already have kids has so much scope to be so cute.

LOVE the idea of Dream weaponising his omeganess against shitty business rivals. And Hob trailing around him like a puppy in love decades after they first met. Fucking in the office is honestly their best option because of having so many kiddos running around at home, needing things and walking in on intimate moments. It's unfortunate because according to Dream, Hob is at his hottest when he's tending to their children. He loves watching Hob pin the kid's art to the fridge and gaze at it like it's the mona lisa. Literally nothing in the world makes Dream hornier than Hob being a dad.

But fucking over the conference table while Dream’s slick drips down onto the carpet? That's pretty fantastic too.

So is it really a shock that Dream gets pregnant? Hmm, not really. Hob may have been a little reckless with the condoms and hey, Dream has occasionally forgotten to take his birth control. So the happy accident is certainly accidental, but... extremely welcomed and not a major surprise.

Being pregnant again is both heaven and hell for Dream. He remembers why he loved it so much the first time around. But he's like 10 years older and Hob’s latest baby inside him is still MASSIVE, and he is. Uncomfortable.

Even so, he can't help but enjoy (even as he clings onto his pregnancy pillow and kicks Hob out of the bed) the renewed closeness between himself and his alpha. His whole family, tbh. There are cuddle piles and movie nights, even a babymoon (just for the weekend, while Death watches the kids).

Dream is very much looking forward to going back to work. But. He wouldn't give up his happy accident for the world. And no doubt he'll be bringing Hob right back to the conference room as soon as he can <3

[headingalaxys-spicy]

America's Master List

The First of the new Master Lists for 2024! It still needs to have all of the newest works but some of them are on here already! Thanks for reading! There are so many of there crazy things their might be multiple for America XD jebus. But this is for you, like me, Alfred F. Jones simps, who need their content.

America and England with an S/O (Human AU)

Cardverse Senario

Cardverse Scenario: White Queen Taken from a Different Kingdom

Yandere America Cardverse

Yandere Demon America Headcannons

Demon Games: America

Spicy Yandere! Demon America  

Yandere Demon America w/Strong Escapee S/O 

Yandere Demon America with a Priestess S/O 

Yandere Demon America w/ a Yandere S/O 

Demon America w/ S/O that won his Bloody Money Game 

Demon America w/ Jealous S/O  

Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins  

Demon America w/Stupid S/O that kept his coins pt.2 (Spicy) 

Yandere Demon America w/ S/O who has awful parents  

Yandere Demon America w/ Demon Princess  

Yandere America x Reader (That has traits similar to Francis)  X Yandere France 

Yandere America with a Metal Head Darling with a Guitar

Yandere Mob Boss America 

Yandere Spain, Germany, America, North and South Italy with a wife who just found out that they're a mob boss

Yandere Demon America, England, Russia w/Ghost Reader  

Yandere Demon America w/ Smart human 

Yandere Demon America w/ Yandere Demoness S/O that captures him  

Yandere Demon America w/ Ancient Monster Darling 

Yandere Demon America w/ Angel Darling  

Birthday Drabble Demon America Club 27  

Yandere Demon America w/Dark Witch Darling 

Yandere Demon America: Family life with S/O

Yandere Demon America vs Demon Canada that love the same S/O 

Yandere Demon America & Russia w/ Supernatural Hunter Reader  

Yandere Demon America w/ Witch Darling pt.2  

Yandere Demon America x Right Hand Demon Darling  

Yandere America X Male Reader X Russia Captive  

Yandere Demon America x Dumbass reader 

Yandere Demon America claiming them for the first time after kidnapping  

Yandere Demon America x Dark Witch Darling p.3  

Yandere Demon America vs Demon Russia  

Yandere Demon America with Chaos Lord p.2

Yandere Demon Germany & Russia with a Chaos lord 

(I'm sure you're tired as hell from seeing the word 'Yandere' aren't you? America vs Russia as demons 

Yandere Demon America X Doomguy reader 

Yandere Demon America with a Succubus reader 

Yandere Demon America x Chaos Lord 

Yandere Demon America with an escapee human 

Demon America w/ Pervy Sage like S/O  

Yandere Demon America with a Heathen Goddess darling 

Yandere demon America with a Nephilim Darling 

Yandere Demon America and Japan with an Oni darling 

Demon King America with an experimental dragon darling 

Yandere America with Platonic Yandere Demonness 

Yandere Demon King America X Reader : Someone tries to assassinate you 

Yandere Demon America with a Half Human / Half Demon Darling 

Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right-Hand Woman p.2 

Yandere Demon King America X Reader X Demon King Russia: Right Hand Woman P.3

Demon America with a Fem! S/O and a box of Chocolate

Yandere! Angel America & Germany in Luv with a demon 

America X Reader X Britain p.1  

America x Reader X Britain p.2 

America X Reader X Britain p.3 America Ending 

America x Reader X Britain p.4 England Ending  

Epilogue w/America  

Yandere Alpha 2p! America Headcannons 

Yandere America rejecting his Omega S/O only to realize that he misses them

What dog breeds that the Allies and the Axis are in the Omegaverse

Omega America Headcannons 

Yandere Alpha America and Germany w/ a darling that committed suicide 

Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling 

Yandere Alpha America with an Alpha Darling p.2

Omega America tormenting his darling 

Differences between Yandere Alpha America and Yandere Omega America

The Emperor for Evil America 

The Sun, The Devil, Temperance, & Tower America, France, Romano, Spain, & Russia 

The World and High Priestess with the Allies 

Justice and the Devil 2p America

Club-27 pt. 2

The Longer Series (Or Lore within the stuff I write) I'm trying to work on: The Golden Nightingale, Peacekeepers (Omegaverse) and possibly Mating Season (Demon AU however that's likely to be more headcanons than storytelling)

Golden Nightingale Intro

Chapter 1: Tourmaline Daydream

Chapter 2: The Chaos

Mating Season

Yandere Demon Kings Lands 

Just more ramblings about how the Omegaverse AU is written 

Explanations on how you’re categorized in the Omegaverse 

Omega America on suppressants 

When two Alpha’s fight over an Omega 

How the capturing process works in the Omegaverse 

The successful Omega Rebellion hypothetical

[sapphic-woes]

When You Met Her pt. 7

A/N: I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me– anyways, enjoy my subpar return. MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1k. AO3 LINK

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"You're…marked." 

The statement is indigestible. It's a sharp bone stuck in the back of your throat. You fear you'll choke on it from pure shock. Based on the numbness prickling all over your body, perhaps you already have.

You somewhat welcome the thought. It offers a faux sense of peace.

You stare down at your hands. They're littered with tiny cuts and shine with ointment. Ashen knuckles grip your knees with a slight tremble. Your entire body is stiff. The silence is unnerving. 

Viktor is taking far too long to reply, and you can feel his eyes on you. He's waiting. He's watching. He's observing you. 

Unsurprisingly, his relentless gaze doesn't help ease your nauseousness.

You want an explanation. You don't want him to speak at all. Is it fear or hope? What was the name of this sensation? You hate that you don't know. 

Eventually, Viktor speaks. It's anticlimactic.

"Yes." It still feels like a bullet to the chest. Hurts like one too.

He's marked, rings on and on in your head. Was it really a lie? The mere prospect makes you breathless, reeling back involuntarily. An omega just like me. Marked.

Your heart is a hummingbird beating against your ribs. It takes an effort to calm it down. No matter what lay before you, you'd grown accustomed to reminding yourself of reality. 

It was always too early to entertain hope. It was always reckless to believe others. It was always dangerous to forget what you were…

…and it was never too late to expect yourself to suffer because of it.

"But you used to be a…" Slave felt like an insult to the clearly successful omega. How could you bring him down to your level? You didn't dare say the words, instead letting them linger on your lips like a dirty secret. However, Viktor scoffs with a shrug.

"A "bitch in heat" that "deserved" to be treated like property? I was. For a few years, actually. My alpha saved me."

What? Alpha's didn't save omegas. They only took from them. But then again, what about Sevika?

She had taken you away from that prison and seemed like a kind master. She wanted to be called by her name. She didn't yell at Viktor when he snapped at him. Sevika hadn't taken anything from you, at least not yet. Whenever her stormy eyes met yours…

It feels safe. Warm. Protecting…

You force yourself to focus back in on the conversation, cheeks warming up as you speak.

"C-can I, uh, ask about–is it a–are you…?" 

"Not bonded. This is a claim. But I'm showing you this precisely because it is a claim. That…tactic they used didn't work against my claim, so it doesn't stand a chance against a bond. You can still have a mate, y/n." 

"Oh. I see. I can…" you trail off, numb to the news. This should make you happy. It somewhat does. But it's a distorted feeling of happiness. It's plagued with fear. 

You're property. 

Panic festers in your heart. It reminds you of the consequences. 

A tool. A product. 

It was dangerous to forget. A single mistake could cost you your life.

You do what you're told. You take what's given to you. You don't complain.

It was easier to survive that way.

The giddiness shimmers down. Reality is a winter breeze freezing over your heart. 

It's tethering you to the anchor of your past. You let it.

Nothing changes with or without the ability to mate. Regardless, you don't have the right. You have to get permission. You doubt your new alpha will allow it.

What alpha would willingly let go of their omega?

You shut your eyes. It would be foolish to lose sight of your place and forget how little control you had over your own wellbeing.

"I can't…I'm not allowed." Viktor frowns, bushy eyebrows knit in confusion. You lick your lips, continuing with an anxious jitter.

"W-wouldn't Sevika be angry? She is the alpha that owns me…so I am hers." Immediately after speaking, it's sour. Viktor sucks in a sharp breath, and his voice is remarkably steady.

"Y/N. What does Sevika smell like to you?" The question throws you off. You wonder if the truth isn't something you should say aloud. However, you aren't too naive to lie. No matter how nice Viktor is, he's the one with access to authority in this situation.

Besides, he already knows something. It's evident enough in those amber eyes of his. He's asking for confirmation…and who would he inform, should you lie? 

Who would come to rip the truth from you instead?

The thought makes you shiver. Punishments from lying differed greatly from telling an awful truth. You'll gladly take the latter.

"L-like…spices and cinnamon." Viktor nods encouragingly.

"Good, thank you for telling me y/n. Now…what does her scent make you feel?" Huh? Did such information matter? Viktor's serious gaze says it does, and you swallow.

"...I…I feel nervous. It's warm?"  You mumble, and Viktor nods, smiling softly as he slowly speaks.

"Y/N, I'll be frank. With the environment you've been exposed to…it should be impossible for an alpha's scent not to instill you with fear. Unless…you are a bonded pair."

What? Your wide eyes make Viktor grimace.

"Why the hell am I the one doing this part…y/n, I started talking about bonds because it's clear you have one with Sevika. You've been scenting her because her smell calms you down, right? Such an immediate connection like that…that only happens with bonded pairs." 

You listen, but can't process the words. You, bonded? To Sevika? An alpha that seemed more dominant than any you'd met before? How was something like you supposed to be…meant for her?

"N-no, there must be a mistake. I can't–it's impossible. I'm not fit to be hers, o-or anyone's–!"

"I don't…need a "fit" omega." Her soft, low rumble of a voice makes you jump. Sevika leans against the doorway, arms crossed. Her unreadable, gray eyes fixate on you, and you swallow.

"...Just rest." A beat of silence follows before Viktor coughs, and Sevika's jaw sets.

"You…fuck. Make a list. For the house. After you're discharged, you'll be staying with me…" Sevika finally meets your bewildered stare once again, and an overwhelmingly…beautiful scent fills your nose.

"...and I know how important nesting is. I won't make you feel like a goddamn stranger in your own home." With the harsh words, Sevika leaves as quickly as she appeared. You're left to soak in her words, stomach flipping when you realize what she meant.

You were going to live with her.

[silverynight]

Comfort omega

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Part VI

This is the worst thing that could've had happened. Aoi can't believe it's happening.

The hashira are miserable; they all miss their sunshine omega and sometimes wander in the butterfly estate, hiding just to get a glimpse of him while he's talking or comforting someone else.

She has tried to talk with Tanjirou a couple of times, he's suffering too, but he's better at pretending everything's alright, however, Aoi has caught him cuddling his little sister in his arms, pressing the pup against his chest gently like she's his baby.

Even though Tanjirou is an excellent comfort omega, it's more than obvious that he yearns to have a family of his own, to have pups, but working as a comfort omega has pushed him far away from his dream.

Once she tried to talk with Ubuyashiki about it, but the master seems to believe everything's going to get better at the end.

"You must trust them all, Aoi," he mumbles with a soft, relaxed smile on his face. "They'll find their way back together. We'll have many pups running around the estate very soon."

"Of course, Oyakata-sama," she bows before leaving, Aoi really wishes she had that confidence, however, part of her likes to believe in what he just said.

Although sometimes it's not enough to calm her down.

The Pillars have started to return a little injured from their respective missions, it's usually only scratches and Aoi knows it'll take a lot to put them down, but she can't help worrying because that means they're not at their 100% and she knows it's because of Tanjirou.

Their hearts are broken.

Tanjirou is not doing better either, every time he finds out about what happened to them he's constantly asking Aoi how they're doing, making food for them and asking a kakushi to bring them the food in his place.

She can tell how much Tanjirou longs to comfort them, to take care of them and patch them up himself, but he has gotten into his head that somehow his amazing scent has made them believe they're in love with him.

Which is the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard, if that was the case, they wouldn't be pining like lovesick idiots after being separated from the omega for so many days. Aoi is also sure that they would love him just the same if Tanjirou was a beta or another alpha like them.

The omega is being ridiculous, everyone is actually, because the Pillars refuse to be comforted by anyone who isn't their beloved Tanjirou and that has started to affect the alphas in a bad way.

They're constantly asking about Tanjirou just as much as the omega asks about them, it's painful to witness and Aoi is getting tired of it.

At first Inosuke and Zenitsu are really happy about it because it means Tanjirou has more time for them, but Aoi notices when they begin to change their minds, when they realize how sad Tanjirou is all the time.

Genya has even started to spend time with Tanjirou in order to comfort the omega himself; the redhead likes him the most because his scent reminds him of Shinazugawa, but also because Genya is probably the sweetest alpha he's ever met.

Aoi has walked in on them cuddling in one of the rooms; Genya is always blushing bright red while Tanjirou closes his eyes and nuzzles against his cheek.

"You need to talk to them, Tanjirou. You're clearly suffering."

"I don't want to force them to do anything they don't want to."

Aoi takes a deep breath so she doesn't succumb to the temptation of pulling out her own hair.

"I know you made yourself believe that they want you only because your powerful scent, but that's not the case... They truly love you."

The word makes Tanjirou flinch like he's in pain, he moves closer to Genya who's trying to pretend he's not actually dying inside.

"I don't think–"

"I can speak for Nemi," Genya cuts him off, trying to calm him down with his own scent, just like Tanjirou usually does for him. "He's been in love with you since he met you, Tanjirou."

"I... Maybe I could talk to them again..."

Aoi tries not to fist pump the air because that's not how she usually acts, but she really wants to.

***

He hasn't talked to them. Aoi knows it's none of her business but she must admit, she doesn't like to see any of them suffer.

It's not like she doesn't have other things to do, like trying to control two alphas that are currently snapping at each other and about to fight.

The kakushi around are a little bit scared because trying to stop an angry alpha from fighting is always dangerous so they're not actually doing anything to approach them at the moment.

Fortunately, Tanjirou walks in the backyard and he calmly tells Aoi he can handle it.

Even though she's seen it before, she's still not used to effect Tanjirou's full scent has on others.

All the alphas around turn to look at Tanjirou with adoration; the omega makes the two alphas apologize and promise they won't ever try to fight each other again.

"Would you please sit so the kakushi can take a look at your wounds?" Tanjirou says and blushes when not only the two alphas, but some kakushi that happen to be alphas as well obey him without question.

There's a sad expression that appears on his face for a moment; Aoi wants to see him smile again, things were a lot better in the butterfly estate when Tanjirou was happy.

"What's going here?" Kocho asks suddenly, startling Tanjirou when he realizes that all the hashira are there, looking at him with worry. They're the only alphas who are not sitting on the ground.

"Are you alright, darling?" Kanroji asks, stopping herself from getting closer.

Tanjirou blinks in adorable confusion at them, Aoi can see them all, forcing themselves not to touch the omega; there's so much longing in their faces.

"Can't you smell me?"

"Of course we can!" Uzui says immediately, closing his eyes. "An endless sweet spring full of flowers..."

"But..." Tanjirou suppresses his scent like he usually does to release the alphas under its spell, prompting the kakushi to rise from the ground and the other two alphas to blink like they just woke up from a very pleasant dream.

And yet the Pillars don't seem to react at all; nothing changes in their demeanor, they're just worried about the omega.

"My full scent is very strong, it clouds alphas' minds, making them believe I'm the perfect omega for them," Tanjirou tries to explain, looking a little bit nervous. "I don't use it all the time! Just to protect myself and the people around me, but... You didn't... It didn't affect you at all. Why?"

"It's very obvious actually," Iguro takes a step closer, making sure to look directly at Tanjirou. "We didn't feel any different because we're already in love with you."

As the truth of his words start to sink in Tanjirou's mind, the omega sobs and falls to his knees prompting all the hashira to gather around him with concern. The kakushi and the hurt alphas decide to go back inside to give them space. Aoi knows she must do the same, but she doesn't want to, not until she makes sure everyone's happy again.

Tomioka falls to his knees right in front of Tanjirou and cradles his face like it's a precious thing.

"What is it? Did they hurt you?"

"I'll bring them back here so they can receive a proper punishment for hurting our omega!" Shinazugawa growls and even though he looks terrifying, Aoi swears Tanjirou looks back at him with a fond expression.

"No, I'm fine! I'm just..." The tears keep falling from his eyes as he looks up at all of them. "Do you really love me?"

This time is Himejima the one who gets closer, instead of kneeling though, he lightly touches Tanjirou's head and moves his hands down his shoulders carefully only to pick him up.

"From the beginning. We have loved you since the day we met you."

Feeling a little bit shy suddenly, Tanjirou hides his face in Himejima's broad chest before turning his head around to glance quickly at the others.

"I love you too. All of you."

"If that's the case we'd like to get mated to you, Tanjirou," Tokito says after the stone hashira puts the omega on the ground again. Softly, he intertwines his fingers with the redhead's.

"Let's get married, my boy!" Rengoku cuts in, kissing Tanjirou's cheeks until the boy chuckles.

"I'd love to marry all of you."

Finally. It's like a weight has vanished from Aoi's shoulders. She silently goes back inside as the Pillars start attacking Tanjirou with desperate, happy kisses.

Everything's going to be better now. Although she won't admit it out loud, she can't wait to meet all the pups Tanjirou will probably have with the Pillars.

***

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[mymoodwriting]

Woowww, two updates on my two favorite series, you really spoiled me right now😍🥰🫶

In "Disconnected" little by little the y/n identity is unraveled, which gives me some insight into her past. I'm curious about her master, how they got her as a familiar, and how the witches got the wolf as their familiar too.🤔🧐

Poor y/n she just wants to return to her master, but the pack already adopted her, and I believe they don't have an interest in returning her to her master, which gonna turn into a conflict in the future. But who knows, I guess I should wait for the new chapter out😆😘

For "Because You're Mine", this chapter is such a rollercoaster, I tell you I got goosebumps from the start till the end of this chapter. When Hyunjin approaches y/n I'm a bit worried that she gonna get unwanted attention and bring back her trauma, as we know she gets herself into this mess cause popular alpha like Hyun. This makes me anxious what if the other omegas start to bully her too cause they're jealous of her knowing Hyun??😕🙁

And for the alphas, I feel so betrayed right now, how can they do that, I don't know how to get over this emotion😫

Aside from that, I have questions too, we still have three members who have not appeared, is that a beta between the three? or they're all alphas?

I really can't wait for the new chapter, I'm addicted to your stories, you're a wonderful writer and I love all of your work😍😍😍

(and I'm sorry if my message is too long😅, I'm just excited about the new updates🤭)

Hi, hi! This message is so adorable! It's making me blush >_< Those two stories are honestly some of my favorite to work on, so I'm glad to hear you're enjoying them too!

You'll definitely get a lot of answers in the next chapter of Disconnected, and some more questions, so you can look forward to that.

Then Because You're Mine, oh boy, it was coming. The dorms are getting crazy and a lot of new discoveries. I suppose in a sense things are obvious if you know the rest of the series, but I'm glad I can still surprise.

As for your question, the other three are all alphas and will be joining the dorm soon. As things go with that series betas aren't part of this at the moment. Although once I finish that stories if I do another, then they would be.

A long message and you sharing your excitement with me is the best thing of all! I'm glad you enjoy my works and are comfortable sharing your comments. I hope my stories continue to entertain you in this coming year. Have a great day/night, Nonnie!!!

[starboundanon]

Okay I’ve just finished reading Emperor Vader’s Guide and like I came here for the Vaderluke expected some cute Dinluke, somehow I started staying for the Vader & Din dynamic like they just. They’re just so fun. One little messed up family!

Now on the edge of my seat desperately waiting for Grogu & Vader interactions.

I was a little worried about how dark this fic would get, and was pleasantly surprised to see that it ended up being a lot softer than I expected! Also it’s so funny to see the inherently normal Dinluke and then boom problematic father/son incest clash, I applaud the way you saunter out there with no fear.

But yeah, it’s very cute to see the way Vader, albeit reluctantly, slowly start to get a little fond of Din, and Din being his normal dumbass self going like…friend? Ally? Mentor? Father figure /gets beaten to death with a hammer/

it’s the slow progression, you don’t just let any guy fuck your precious pillow princess of an omega son so eventually you too get a lil attached and I love how you portray it!

At this point I’ve strayed so far from my initial tunnel vision on Vaderluke and wonder how I got here…

All in all, fantastic fic you’ve got there, here’s to having fun writing self-indulgent things in this fucked up galaxy *blows kiss*

Waking up to this ask was like all my childhood Christmases rolled into one. Thank you, my friend, for the incredibly sweet comment. ♥

I'm glad you're enjoying the anadin/vaderdin moments as much I am. Look, vaderluke is my otp, dinluke remains dear to my heart, but anadin........... it has potential. I'm just sayin', these three gorgeous men would make a pretty happy (albeit wonderfully dysfunctional) throuple, don't shoot the messenger.

If I didn't have WIPs lined up to my ears, and if HtD wasn't already a rewrite of another fic, I would write another rewrite where Sidious forces Vader to present as an Alpha, and he keeps the charade going long after he slaughters Sidious and names himself Emperor, right up until his reluctant, kidnapped, Omega son's charming silent strong Alpha mate accidentally induces his first heat in twenty years, and then woops, Din's stuck with two needy Skywalkers.

I think Din is one of those Alphas who has no problem deferring to his Omega mate for some/most things while also being completely dependable, caring and providing for his clan. He wouldn't try to usurp Vader as Emperor, but he would recognize that, hey, his father-in-law is actually an Omega in secret and is going to need some help sometimes with heats and gentling and other special Omega needs. He's absolutely the caretaker of his little clan, even though Vader pretends that's his role in front of the galaxy at large.

(Also just, hnngh, the sweet angst of Vaderkin enforcing Omega traditions, roles and stereotypes onto Luke that he himself no longer has to follow, but viscerally remembers, blind to the harm they did to him and every Omega around him.)

Parts of that bleed into HtD, because even though Vader is the Galactic Emperor, a legendary Sith Lord, an Alpha and a literal force of nature, he gets in over his head, pushes himself too hard and fails to take care of himself more than a typical Alpha probably does. I don't think it's a skill he ever mastered, even though it's supposed to be an ingrained thing. Din sees that, and while he respects the hierarchy of their relationship (and their relationships with Luke), he also sees Vader as clan (mate's Resident Alpha will be his Resident Alpha as well, after all) and can't just sit idly by if the man is struggling.

They're so messed up, I love them dearly.

Thank you again for this wonderful ask, I was absolutely thrilled to receive it. 💋♥

[mxbbadperson]

omega/alpha w/ yandere omega. so they're a couple in their early to mid 40s and the alpha says one day that they need to break up.

bc they're /never/ gonna married. and omega shoots back that the alpha has never asked to marry him! and the alpha says that there's no point bc he (the omega) would never say yes, continues that he's tired, you don't want me, you've never wanted me then leaves

the omega is stunned then gets furious (no! the alpha doesn't get to leave him!! doesn't get walk away and move on!!)

here's the detail of the alpha /did/ ask the omega to marry him and he's done that each year but the omega keeps saying now (and possibly another added detail where the omega tells everyone they're married /anyway/)

the omega being yandere isn't a switch flipped, it's been like… lurking in the back and this brings it out. he sees the alpha as his possession but would never do anything to tie himself to that. like… the omega parades the alpha as his husband but he doesn't really care abt the alpha in any way. just this title of being a wife and the facade of it

hm… did have a thought of the alpha /did/ love the omega in some way which is why the whole thing hurts him. so… no new omega after leaving, just trying to make something of his life

(the omega saying no to the repeated marriage proposals is why him saying that the alpha never asked him to marry him hurts the alpha a lot. i did ask you to marry me! every year! but you're saying that now?)

the omega stalking and ruin the alpha's social standing (he cheated on me and now he's divorcing me :( ) and while there's new omega, the omega is gonna /fabricate/ one (he cheated on me w/ a younger omega and now he's leaving me for him :( )

and all this came abt bc i was thinking of the american 50s as an omegaverse setting. and that's why i made the omega like that. bc he likes the image of it, dresses, seems like a capable homemaker, likes the parties and gossiping but he doesn't want to be married vs the alpaha who wants to get married but doesn't want the facade

the alpha just leaves, doesn't even take anything and goes home. he might resign from his job if he can do that. and i guess i got this idea from also the dynamics in some japanese omegaverse bls. so it's like… the omega has power here? if that makes sense

so the omega feels entitled to the alpha but doesn't want to be connected to him. which is why he's all ha! marry /you/? but still say they're married and gets furious when the alpha leaves, you can't leave /me/ (which the unsaid '/i'm/ the one who gets to leave!')

(w/ possibly the omega's family being richer than the alpha's??)

(i'm adding that and this part as i think abt it. bc it makes sense the omega thinks of this wife facade (pretty dresses, nice house, parties) and can make it happen if he was a certain kind of rich bc an omega who isn't as rich wouldn't care abt that facade at all)

hm… i think he wants the alpha back bc his possession doesn't get to make a choice to leave

(has the element of hiromi/ikki pet/master au) like… the alpha would.. /probably/ be ok w/ being the omega's possession?? (the class inequality thing again bc the alpha might've been like… a servant or something??) but he likes to be cared for in the end

or i guess to put it in a much simpler way, instead of the alpha being abusive and possessive of the omega. it's reserved. so now the thing is to make it sense

not hiromi/ikki exactly! just the idea of their relationship as another part of this idea

the idea of 'my family helped/saved you so now you belong to me' and how massively fucked up that is

it's these stuff cobbled together. it's the omegaverse, it's yandere, it's the american 1950s aesthetic, it's pet/master. so this whole thing can make sens

(like… it could also still work in a modern setting too. but… not sure if the mood would be the same??)

so the omega finally thinks of oh! yes, yes, darling, i'll marry you! (is /that/ what you're throwing a tantrum abt? how silly!)

the alpha refuses. that's what he wanted before yeah but… saying yes doesn't really change anything! *wouldn't really change anything

he'll still be treated like shit. tells the omega that no, he's done, and it's finally. he's leaving, he's resigning and moving away and that's /final/

(thinking of something like the omega having an affair and when his side squeeze approaches him, the omega angrily blows him off. don't /touch/ me, do you think i actually wanted /you/?)

and… add in a lil bit of that daiji/ikki ageswap ikki as daiji's wife au. where the alpha leaves and the omega doesn't know what to w/ himself (if you leave, who will i be?)

(i see him as a yandere but in the cruel way)

the omega finding out that he /has/ put in a part of his identity in this fake-ass relationship. bc while he has ruined the alpha's social standing, he finds himself running after the alpha anyway

it's the yandere clinginess lol (and maybe some hidden affection deep down??? maybe??? idk)

i think if the alpha goes back, he's /forced/ back. bc his family works for the omega's family so the omega leverages that against him

(the omega is basically: entitled rich people, the story lkjhhlkjh)

(the omega's just a spoiled brat who finally has something wrong happen)

hm… but other than that, not sure how it ends!

(hm… if the omega turns to his family would they agree to his demands? bc something tells me that a spoiled brat has equally awful parents)

like… his parents are like 'we gave you an alpha and now you're coming to us after fucking up an easy marriage?? fuck off' and they side w/ the alpha and even says that rumors aren't true so now the omega looks bad??

the parents are like: wha-you didn't even MARRY him???! and you expect us to fix this?? you *you didn't marry him, we can't legally intervene! fuck off!!!

the parents: shut the fuck up and fix this, you're making the family look bad!!! [kicks the omega out] and the omega finally knows the repercussions abt keeping up appearances

the omega is in distress. runs to the alpha for comfort even though this is his fault anyway

the omega probably doesn't change and if he does, only a lil

(the alpha) wants to say no! but if his family is ruined…

then… the omega will have to beg the alpha to take him back

w/out his family what will he do?! maybe… this time the omega is the one that proposes… (the omega either has to change to please the alpha somewhat or he stays his bratty self and goes 'this is /your/ fault i'm in this mess!')

it would be nice to me if the omega proposes (and is less of a brat) (…but being a resentful wife /is/ also fun…) and the alpha might soften just a lil

(…i think me putting in that detail that the alpha actually was in love w/ the omega at some point comes into play)

he might say no! bc now he doesn't want to be married but will go back to the facade

maybe he can gets a business transaction out of it. give me a shit ton of money and give me a small business and it all has to be in my name

and a house too. you can have your affairs and i can have mind (the omega doesn't know what to feel abt /that/) and you can go back to calling me your husband

and… tell your social circle that you were wrong and apologize to me in front of eveyone

acequinz:Oh the omega ain't gonna like the last one at all. acequinz: Maybe he should just kill him. acequinz: Get that yandere out.

the alpha seeing the homicidal glint in the omega's eyes and… after so long… smiles. he's not afraid to die but is the omega not afraid to be ruined?

the alpha still smiling: your family kicked you out. do you think they'll defend you if you're find out to be murderer?

the alpha laughs! runs off laughing

(…wait. the omega being upset abt getting disowned so he calls the alpha and the alpha goes to their house and that's where this showdown goes down???)

the omega catching the alpha! or maybe… the alpha letting himself be caught. he comes close and kisses the omega. says 'don't get blood on the carpet, darling' and doesn't care if he's stabbed. he knows what this looks like! the omega might get the satisfaction of killing him but the alpha will die knowing that the omege will be /ruined/)

in their house that was decorated by the omega, no docarations by the alpha found

will the alpha die? or will he get to saved by someone? (the parents of the omega? or the omega's side squeeze?) (suggested the side squeeze bc it's /very/ hard to reason away why your sorta boyfriend is chasing his "husband" around in his own house lol) *around w/ a knife in his own house)

acequinz: I don't know… acequinz: My brain went completely different direction. The alpha overpowers the omega and it's so much fun. So maybe he takes him back in and tells him to do his best in killing him and try to not be pathetic.

oooooo that IS fun! sees the omega's resentment and thinks it's funny. the alpha is still sad but he finds something amusing abt this

…thinking of the omega flipping them over and lifting the knife higher and the alpha expects to be stabbed but the knife lands beside his head and the omega tears off the alpha's clothes

the omega shoving down his underwear and lifting up his dress skirt. he fucks the alpha, picking up the knife and holding it to the alpha's neck. the alpha smiles, coos out a sickly sweet 'darling'

the alpha grins, wide and fanged. 'darling! darling! you're all /mine/, darling!' and he laughs. the omega /howls/ as he comes bc he's realized what the situation is. his possession has possessed him

acequinz: He hates it but he loves it too. Oh they are both fucked up now. And it's so pretty. acequinz: That doesn't stop him from continuing trying to kill the alpha and the alpha loves it.

the alpha getting into it and critiquing each murder attempt, grades it

the omega continuing his affairs and the alpha not caring and it /frustrates/ the omega, why isn't he upset by this?

it escalates until the alpha walks in on the omega fucking someone in the living room sofa and all the alpha does is give him an unimpressed look, tells him to clean up when he's down *done

and it gets worse bc the alpha casually mentions that he's seeing someone (it's a lie and a very fun one)

the alpha having so much fun making evidence of the affair. buys himself different kinds of perfume to spray himself w/, buy lipstick to make lipstick marks, buys underwear to tuck in to places

the alpha having a secret notebook to where he writes down the fake affairs. makes up names and jobs for them and even a time table

the alpha having fun seeing the omega getting angrier and angrier, has fun in seeing the murderous rage turned to "someone" else. maybe one of these days, the alpha will tell him the truth. not yet though, this is still so fun

the alpha has his own room, makes a show of saying good night and locking all the locks on the door

the alpha coming in clean one day, puts all the stuff he bought on the dining table, the notebook on top of it. the omega confused, what's all this? he looks through everything then the notebook. the alpha's smile growing wider at the murderous glint in the omega's eyes then… when the omega reads the notebook and this light of realization comes to his eyes, the alpha laughs

'what an idiot' hangs in the air as the alpha laughs and laughs and laughs. the omega flies into a rage. lunges at the alpha w/ a knife. he'll finally kill him! and the alpha senses that. the omega pins the alpha down, knife held high. but it doen't come down to kill. the omega grabs the alpha's arms and cuts away a sleeve. he cuts a line down the alpha's inner forearm, relishing the alpha's pained gasp and expression

the omega fucks the alpha on the floor again, biting him everywhere. staking his claim (and so very relieved. darling, darling, /his/ darling. no one else's!!)

(you didn't look at someone else after all)

acequinz: The alpha loves it. He's finally being claimed.

thinking abt them getting into the groove of the attempted murders. the omega's motivation is still 'i won't be humiliated by you' but now there's 'i won't be humiliated by you choosing someone else' (better to kill you now while i still have you)

(…the omega's family liking the alpha more now bc he's the one that fixed this and tamed their son lmao)

…also just realized that since the omega is a rich spoiled brat, he probably doesn't cook and clean so the alpha, the son of a maid, is the one that does it. which makes the omega's insistence on the housewife facade even more hollow

(hm… i wonder which one i should say first. a random detail or the possibility of incest)

the random detail is that since the alpha wants business from this business transaction, he runs one of them. maybe a bookstore or a eatery and the omega expects and demands that it's a nice one, a bookstore that sells old books and a cafe or restaurant but the alpha goes to the less nicer side of town and sets his business there. a thrift bookstore that's cramped or a cheaper eatery

the alpha stops slicking back his hair and wearing suits, he looks happier in this job

the incest possibility is what i thought of when i typed 'the alpha, son of a maid' and you know how in stories the employer has an affair w/ the maid?

and considering the omega's family, the omega is more against the alpha being a maid's son than being his half-brother lmao (it's the classism)

(hm… thinking abt if a part of the omega's dismissiveness of the alpha is bc the omega's parent preferred their other son, the alpha. would be fun if it's bc the alpha's not a spoiled brat lol)

the omega would have either married a cousin or a someone his parents picked out for him. being given the alpha is super convenient bc it keeps the money and power in the family

bc if the alpha is acknowledged by his rich parent, the alpha marrying some rando gives that rando something of value

he's a bastard then acknowledge by his rich parent so now he has the family name (bastard as in kid out of marriage)

and that's why him possibly marrying some rando is bad bc the family would have to take the rando in. will be given a portion of their money and power

(hm… i think at this point, i should give them names… the alpha is hm… Emil? while the omega is hm… Upton???)

acequinz: Ohhh this makes it even sadder for the alpha and Omega because stupid omega couldn't even see the only person.who held genuine affection for him

Emil means rival… that was an accident lmao. Upton is "upper town" and sounds rich

(upton is a rich bitch and everything that means lol

so… would childhood friends be applicable here?

acequinz: Maybe the parents would have planned this wedding from the start or something and already treated Emil better so not sure on friends….

hm… that's good. upton being raised on having a better pedigree but emil being of a lower pedigree is treated better than him

(i was suggesting childhood friends bc i gotta give emil a reason to have been in love w/ upton in the first place lkjhkhlkh)

acequinz: Yep, not a big big difference Emil is still a bastard child but he ends up receiving more affection than Upton who was expected to be a lot better so got more criticism than anything.

acequinz: Ohhh yeah. Maybe Upton was nice to him as kids but then he noticed the difference in treatment maybe he changed after he was paired with Emil.

it rankles! he hates emil already!!

acequinz: Oohhh what Upton ended up with the understanding that he was just there to be for Emil, so the relationship turned sour and he doesn't want to give into it by marrying him.

(was thinking more that they were friends at first, or as much as upton can be friends w/ someone like /that/, then emil is taken into the family and upton isn't the golden boy anymore)

acequinz: When it was the other way round. Emil was made and raised for upton.

oooo yes! upton was given everything he could ever want, was given emil but then it gets turned around on /him/

their partnership being fixed through being fucked up is part of it now and upton's childhood w/ emil is too

acequinz: Do they just end up living like that till the end? Upton trying to kill Emil and Emil lovingly beating those plans and fucking Upton nice.

not sure… upton might mellow out a lil. gets comfortable w/ this partnership

upton staring at emil one day and declaring that they're gonna get married. emil looks at him curious, what's he talking abt now? upton will sign the papers and have someone forge emil's signatures. and upton might drug emil for the wedding night

upton has a favorite knife now and emil has more scars

acequinz: Oh ho, now he wants to get married? Because Emil doesn't want to?

upton just this realization one day that /does/ want to. if emil doesn't, that's why upton drugs him lol

acequinz: Their wedding night is just Upton taking Emil's drugged up body.

yes! emil waking up and staring at upton dazed, upton's kissing his face, stroking his chest. when emil's mind slowly clears, he realizes he's bound. he's at emil's mercy *at upton's mercy (oops)

upton proudly shows off his wedding ring, cooing that emil has one too! brandishes the wedding papers and delights in emil's frown when his forged signature (upton is a yandere so maybe he's finally hitting the loving side of that behavior)

acequinz: Emil frowns but is he privately happy? He doesn't like the way Upton went about it. But Upton looks so happy with himself it's almost funny because Emil has been trying to get him to agree to this for years

…does emil thinks it's funny bc all he had to do was make upton homicidal?

i think a part of emil /is/ happy, he just tried to distance himself from it bc he doesn't want to feel it/acknowledge it

acequinz: It's definitely funny but also sad.

Cause he had wanted to see Upton like this since forever, seeing him smiling happily at his ring. Sharing somewhat sweet kisses with him as well but when he tried to go away and not want it was the only way Upton gave it to him.

acequinz: And because Upton is only smiling that pretty because it's something he took from Emil rather than something he shared.

emil would be upset! and is! w/ how much upton looks at him now, he'd notice

(it was like that before really. emil getting more withdrawn and melancholic over the years. anyone who's talked to him, his precious co-workers, could see it)

acequinz: Maybe Upton takes joy in it too. Maybe things are going back to the way they were and he kisses him so much sweeter. Calls his darling, calls him love..

emil taking it emotionlessly (hm… does upton's homicidal urges come back up when he sees emil smiling at someone else)

(*his previous co-workers (oops))

acequinz: It most definitely does. Especially cause Emil doesn't share it with him anymore.

like… emil wanted a business to have some agency and upton didn't like it bc it was beneath /him/ but now that he sees how relaxed and happy emil is w/ this business, it makes upton angry

(hm… wonder if upton decided to marry emil /bc/ he saw him so happy. it's 'this will make him /miserable/!!' train of thought)

emil retreats back into his room, locks the door and doesn't come out. it's makes upton grit his teeth

emil is as close as he was before but is now even farther

(…maybe upton does love him. in his own fucked up way that doesn't look like love at all)

acequinz: Upton doesn't let him go. Maybe hits the door until his own hands bleed Emil has to open up. They are married now Emil doesn't get to leave him alone.. Ooohhhh wait Upto hurting himself every time he fails to hurt Emil.

upton will break emil's door down one day. demands that emil come out and will drag him out

hm… in small cuts so it's not as obvious

upton is barely holding on. still smiles at parties, arm around emil's. and emil is only coming down to cook and to make appearances and to go to work and upton is so, so, so very angry

he's married emil now. so if emil runs, he has the right to drag him back but even now… emil finds a way to escape him

acequinz: Does he switch gears then? acequinz: Maybe finally gets down to beg????

(the only comfort upton has is that emil hasn't found anyone)

hm… i think… upton will drug emil first before begging…

acequinz: Drug to knock him out or make him unable to fight?

both. emil still goes into his room even if the door is broken so upton has to drag him out and emil fights

acequinz: I meant like…. Does.emil know Upton begs or is he completely out of it.

emil trying to fight back is the only way upton draws out energy from him. emil doesn't know upton is begging at first, too drugged out but as his mind clears, he can make it out

acequinz: Ohhhh what does he think of that.

w/ contempt lol

acequinz: What does Upton even beg for…

'come back to me, darling?'

emil's dead inside at this point ljkhlkhlkh

but he doesn't dare escape bc since they're "officially" married, upton's parents wouldn't be on his side (they got what they wanted, for emil to upton to marry. why would they care abt their marriage problems?)

acequinz: Ohhh. Maybe Upton tries to kill him again and this time Emil doesn't fight back. It was fun at first but now he's tried.

emil staring at upton and upton's peppering kisses on his face, keeps whispering for emil to come back. when emil can move his mouth. he whispers back. i hate you

and it shatters upton too. he's stunned then starts asking. you don't mean that do you, darling? tell me you don't mean it! then he snarls. answer me, emil!

acequinz: Emil too drugged up again. Can he even say it again.

he would if he could! upton is hysterical, so close to tears then switches to anger. starts tearing up the room while emil can only stare in his drugged up state

(maybe upton's parents are right, there /is/ something in emil that can tame upton)

…will upton finally kill him?

or he doesn't bc emil truly isn't his anymore so killing him would be pointless?

acequinz: Ohhhh Upton returning this time. If Emil won't fight, there's no point. acequinz: Not returning reclusing or something acequinz: So he stops showing up in front of Emil altogether.

(had a thought way back when upton "married" emil, when emil can finally talk, he goes 'you know what will happen' (if you kill me) and all upton does is smile, says that he does, declares then that emil is worth ruining himself over)

i think… that's ok w/ emil. all he wanted was distance and he's finally getting it

acequinz: Poor Emil could never escape it.

(i suppose there's another bad end which is suicide but that's too dark)

then… maybe emil finally getting the space he wanted is how things get better on his side? he doesn't feel as bad, might approach upton now

acequinz: Then what? Will Upton respond?

maybe paradoxically enough, upton leaving him space is how emil feels comfortable enough to approach him

upton doesn't need to, emil doesn't expect him to. what emil only wants is for upton to eat and clean up

like… it's true that emil hates him, resents him and the position he's in but… emil wouldn't mind them talking each other, would like civility

acequinz: Ohhh does Emil ever discover the injuries Upton caused himself?

he's given up on love and love w/ upton but… he still does want them to… agree? bc emil was in the long haul and after his signature was forged, is now actually /in/ the long haul so he'd rather they find a way to not be as miserable together

(like… maybe that's emil's fault. this… softness)

acequinz: Upton hates that even more. He would rather they be miserable than be nothing.

but see, emil doesn't want nothing either! that's why he'd doing this. bringing upton food and coaxing him to eat and take a bath

i guess upton prefers being miserable together bc at least that way he had a hold on emil

acequinz: Upton's been miserable in his head for so long, he can't even recognise any other feelings. acequinz: That's why he wants to be miserable with Emil. Cause pain he knows well, even in his highest moment the miserable feeling in his chest never leaves.

but maybe this will help him feel something else. maybe abt emil. emil is gentle w/ him (which is certainly not something upton deserves at this point)

emil stands outside of upton's door and knocks, softly calling out. won't you eat, upton? and if upton ever opens the door, ever lets him in. emil will help him to the bathroom, might even bathe him

…as seen w/ upton's breakdown, he's stuck between crying and getting angry. it comes out again. but emil pulls upton's arms down and when upton cries, emil holds him

acequinz: He would cry/scream but scariest would be him going quiet. Because Upton is never quiet

aww… yes bc he was always talking. chattering away abt something or other

emil takes it. sits upton down and plays music for him

like… it seems pointless and it takes however many month but… emil might actually manage to get upton out of his moods

acequinz: So which mood with Upton shift to?

watchful

acequinz: Just sits quiet and watches. acequinz: Even when Emil shares a smile with someone else?

watches /emil/ he did that before but it was homicidal rage, waiting for opportunity to kill him but now… upton watches. sees everything abt emil now maybe?

hm… if it's at the start, yes, he'll watch. as upton slowly is himself again, he'll smile and break up the conversation

(maybe he does love emil…)

he saw emil's misery and weaknesses before but now… he sees how tired emil is, that thoughtful frown when he's thinking of what to cook, how he half-listens to music he already knojw

then… if upton ever thinks of it… he'll try something w/ emil. maybe start over?

acequinz: Ohhh is Upton softening? acequinz: Would it work? Starting over?

yes! he didn't see it at first but he starts to slowly emil's gentleness w/ him. learns to appreciate it

acequinz: Can he even erase the past?

it's not… erasing. it's… doing this properly

acequinz: Will Emil agree?

emil doesn't want to… but he does

as upton's slowly himself again, he goes back to being vain and demanding and a chatterbox. still possessive and jealous and maybe homicidal but… different

upton has learned to give emil space so he will and he now knows that how he acted was hurting emil so he'll try not to act like that anymore

or at least, not around emil

(i guess the difference now is that he sees emil as an equal. not lesser than him, not better than him, not his possession that he break) (*that he can break)

acequinz: Damn Emil finally did tame him… acequinz: Took 40+ years but they got there.

the long haul indeed!

upton calls emil by his first name now and maybe emil calls him darling, none of that smirk like he did before

upton being so surprised when emil smiles at him for the first time

acequinz: Oh does that make his heart flutter? Make it go doki doki?

yes!

acequinz: Upton blushing at that smile like a teenager.

emil surprised by that, confused. thinks it's adorable

it took 40+years bc upton is a piece of /work/ jklhlhlg

their parents coming out on top bc the marriage worked out lol

upton in his dresses and throwing parties now in charge of the neighborhood and his husband emil who runs a business downtown and smiles more now

acequinz: Cute. People in shock because they were sure the two will end up killing each other.

people saw emil's melancholy and expected a divorce

[beetlesacquired]

WIP Update

Hi, between work and uni, I haven't been able to write a lot lately, which sucks, but I graduate in about a month (!!) which means that starting about midway through December, I'll have way more free time and creative motivation to get fics out. In the meantime, here's a rundown of all the wips I've got going through my head that will hopefully get updates/see the light of day soon (warning for nsfw fics)

Published WIPs

Promptober

I'm over a month late and only on day 10, so least to say, she's my highest priority. Currently I'm working on day 11: oviposition, and it's almost done, so that should hopefully get out this week! If you're not into that, day 12 is a cute Padme and Luke fluff, so you can look forward to that one instead.

Higher on the Streets

This is a podracer!Anakin and kind of sugar daddy senator!Obi-Wan fic that currently only has one chapter published several months ago, but rest assured, it haunts me every single day. It's not abandoned! But this was my venture into trying to write a multichap where I post chapters as I write them instead of once the fic is complete, and as it turns out, my brain doesn't like working like that. The second chapter is in progress, though it's kinda low on my priority list.

now there are four of them

Sith!Obikin x canon!obikin. This is my favorite of my posted wips, and I'm already several thousand words into a part two, I just have to have the time to really dedicate myself to writing it, because if you've read my smut fics before, you know they're obscenely long. As a sneak peak for part two, Obi-Wan uses the artifact to visit the sith and gets lowkey cucked. ALSO because I've had people ask me, part three WILL be Vader/Anakin, promise promise promise

Omegaverse Week 2021

YES this is still a wip because I'm the WORST. I've had day 7 almost done for over a year. I just need to finish it. Please give me the motivation to finish it. It's body worship, fluffy, so wholesome, I just have to finish it.

will it feel like the end?

Omega prince of the sith Anakin is betrothed to alpha king of the jedi Obi-Wan after the death of Anakin's mother and father. Not only does Anakin want nothing to do with the Jedi, but he has suspicions that King Obi-Wan is behind his parents' murders.

I really did omegaverse week dirty huh, I said over a year ago that I would turn this one shot into a fic, and I got so many comments asking me to do just that. And Yet. It'll happen. I swear it'll happen. I mainly just need to get my thoughts together for it.

Unpublished WIPs

gather ye children of men

TW: religious trauma, internalized homophobia

I, like all the other obikins, watched that angels and demons movie and felt things. Alas, I don't know enough about catholicism to write a priest kink, so I had to improvise. I give you: southern baptist preacher's son Obi-Wan is asked to be a good influence on local bad boy Anakin, who's fallen away from christ in pursuit of tattoos, piercings, alcohol, and *gasp* homosexuality.

all the skins of a life in this world

TA!Anakin who's in love with professor!Obi-Wan. In order to try to get over his feelings, he joins a BDSM discord server where he meets Mod Ben. Possibly trans!Anakin? Still thinking about that one.

if brokenness is a work of art

TW: child abuse, trauma

Master!Anakin agrees to take on padawan!Obi-Wan as his apprentice after Obi-Wan's master, Maul, is deemed unfit for duty in the aftermath of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan has some strange habits, however. He only speaks when spoken to, doesn't keep any personal possessions, and has cast off all the friends he'd made when he was a youngling. At first, Anakin puts it down to the stresses of going into the Clone Wars too young and being reassigned to a new master, but as time goes on, Anakin starts to question what really happened to Obi-Wan when he was with Maul.

This is probably my favorite one here, but it's a newer idea, so I'm still working through the planning process to make sure that everything works out the way I want it to. More likely than not, it'll actually probably be platonic Obi-Wan & Anakin rather than shipping just because of the nature of everything.

currently unnamed fic

My newest idea, as is apparent by the lack of title, so I don't completely have a summary yet? But it's modern/magic au, definitely a darkfic, lots of whump for obikin especially but also everyone else they drag into their problems.

Those are my wips! I greatly anticipate the day that I can write about things that aren't ancient scandinavian poetry and the effectiveness of college entrance exams. If you've gotten this far, asks about wips or any of my other fics are always welcome <3

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 34 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Rogue - Kao

Morgan, Oliver and I are walking to school together, with Xavier finally allowing the Beta to go places without him hovering like an overprotective parent.

Morgan claims it was annoying but I know deep down he really likes how attentive Xavier is to him.

He's so in love with Morgan I could vomit at how sweet it is.

Anyhow, we were successfully able to shake off the possessive Alphas today to have a morning together. 

All is fine and well when Oliver suddenly asks...

"Mama, what are those red marks on your neck?"

Morgan snorts, covering his mouth with a hand when I send him a warning glare.

"They're... they're mosquito bites, baby. Don't worry about them."

Gah, I should have worn a jacket that covered my neck more fully.

Cyrus hasn't yet mastered the art of restraining himself when I'm in his bed.

I've been going to his room occasionally after tucking Oliver in and last night he'd been ravenous, kissing and sucking all of my skin he could get to.

The hickeys he left on my inner thighs ache as I walk, rubbing up on each other with each step.

Despite the discomfort, I like the reminder that his mouth was on me.

I've been adamant about keeping at the least our undergarments on because I know if I see him naked again I'll want more than what we've done so far and I don't feel ready for that.

That doesn't stop my wolf from whining for our Alphas knot day and night, though.

But I've resisted and no more orgasms have ensued between us, except the time that Cyrus came into his pants after a heavy make out session.

I'd pulled back to look at him, telling him how handsome he was, running a hand through his hair.

The image of his lust-filled eyes as his core tensed beneath me is one I will treasure.

The way he pulled me in as his climax overtook him, crushing his lips to mine and rutting up against my ass...

Moon Goddess, he was too damn sexy.

"Is a certain Alpha, this so-called mosquito?" Morgan leers as Oliver looks between the two of us, evidently confused.

"Why would an Alpha be a mosquito? You guys are being weird."

I shoot an annoyed squint at Morgan that says 'I am so gonna get you back' but the Beta feigns innocence, shrugging his shoulders with wide eyes.

"I think our friend Morgan here is drunk," I smile sweetly at Oliver, who looks even further bewildered.

We've made it to the schoolhouse, other parents and pups filtering in from all directions.

"Hey, for one, I don't get sloshed at eight in the damn morning. Second, I'm a teacher. You can't say that at the literal school I teach at. Oliver, don't go around repeating your Mama's silly words."

Oliver gives us the stink eye.

"I think you're both drunk," he says before running off to Flora.

Morgan spanks me on the ass before following him.

I laugh in surprise, waving them farewell.

I linger outside near the tree line for a bit, pondering what I should do today before I meet Cyrus for training.

Sometimes I attempt to help Pack House staff with cleaning or cooking, as those were the main skills I was allowed to acquire at the Blood Pack.

But I can tell my presence makes them uncomfortable... their Alphas mate working alongside them was bound to be confusing.

I was neither his Luna, nor was I just any Omega.

Their behavior towards me was always careful and awkward.

I'm sad that my possible future people don't feel connected to me.

I mean, I am the sole one responsible for my ambiguous status.

Plus, socialization isn't exactly my forte, considering the first years of my life were occupied solely by Des and the preceding ones after he died I was ostracized by even my fellow Omegas for being a single teen-mother.

I've never been popular among crowds that I want to attract.

When I saw Beau the other day, laughing care-freely with a group of other Omegas in the dining hall, I felt a sting of jealousy.

How is it so easy for him?

Wouldn't the ideal Luna be one capable of that... of using their energy to create an enjoyable, cooperative community around themselves?

I'm nothing like that.

"Hello, Koa," Xavier's voice shakes me out of my spiral.

I couldn't be more thankful for his presence.

"It's been... an eventful morning," he admits with a sigh.

"An injured rogue was found near the Pack border during the first-light surveillance run. We brought him in to be treated at the hospital and offered asylum after Lonnie deemed him a non-threat."

"Oh, goodness," I raise my eyebrows in shock.

"Do you always let wolves in like that?"

"It doesn't happen often, so usually. The guy seemed lost and obviously wasn't doing too well."

This Pack really was too generous.

The Blood Pack would've left him to die without a thought.

They don't even care a whole lot for members of their own pack, much less a rogue.

They'd probably only take in an Omega but instead of being provided refuge, the poor thing would be put through hell on earth at the mercy of cruel Alphas.

"Was he badly hurt? Could he have been attacked?"

"He told us a band of rogues had raided his camp. He was a little scratched up but it was mainly malnourishment and dehydration that got to him. You'd think an Alpha could hunt for himself, though..." Xavier trails off in thought,and I jab him in the side.

"Hey, an Omega could too."

"Omegas usually aren't lone rogues," Xavier remarks pointedly.

"They're too coveted to live without protection."

"Or imprisonment," I'm tempted to add but I keep my mouth shut.

He doesn't need to be told that.

He probably thanks the Moon Goddess every night Morgan isn't one or he'd more than likely have been taken during the attack.

It was also lucky that it had been nighttime, so they couldn't see my friend's effeminate features and decide they wanted a carnal reward before they went on with their slaughter.

The thought makes me sick.

Alphas are such pigs.

Not mine, though.

Hopefully this rogue won't delay my training with Cyrus.

I miss him already.

[yanderemommabean]

Hey so i have a few scenarios that i really want to visualize/feel immersed in but i just can't picture all the sensory details (idk it might help if you pick one and expand upon it if you're feeling cool with that? No pressure tho i luv you):

Okay so imagine in an abo setting, there's a yandere alpha (you can picture anyone from any fandom or whatever oc you see fit here) that is pretty respectful/patient/tolerant of their darling omega for the most part, but there are a few exceptions where they truly let themselves go feral, such as

-grooming: the yandere wants to brush their hair, teeth, wash their face, shower/bathe with them just to be sure they're 100% clean and healthy. Bonus if they have baths for fun but darling hates it so they gotta chase or pounce on their omega in order to force a cleaning session. I think it could also be real cute if, when laying with their darling during a forced cuddle session, they start absentmindedly licking their darling like a cat- and it turns into a whole super serious cleaning session where they just *have* to be certain that darling is clean and safe

-feeding: the inherent provider part of this yandere tells them to not only cook meals that are healthy and filling for their darling, but to not eat until darling 100% clears their plate. Doesn't matter if darling is feeling sick or is just not hungry that time bc they were snacking earlier; the yandere gets grumpy as fuck and either intimidates them into finishing their meal, or ties them down and forces them too -though often in an infantilizing way moreso than a brutal one (like they'll try those "here comes the airplane" tricks you do with babies instead of forcing darling's mouth open). If darling vomits from being over-fed, then clearly the yandere reasons that they are failing as a provider, and they let darling rest while they cook a new meal to shove at them.

-protection: their darling/omega HAS to stay inside of their home, at all times, strictly to keep them safe. It would be even better if the omega nested/stayed in one room most of the time ,(or, in the yandere's mind, it would be best if darling were in bed all the time, all safe and sound, and cozy in a place where they can rest comfily) but until then the yandere tries to subtley manipulate them into doing that

(Sorry this is long, but i feel like i can sometimes come up with yandere scenarios on a logical level, but when it comes to fleshing out the sensory/imaginative details, i struggle to keep the immersion going. But it's really easy for me to get lost in your scenarios when you write so i just wanna see what you would choose to expand on, if that makes any sense?)

I really like the idea of manipulating the darling into making a nest! I mean in the eyes of the yandere there’s nothing wrong with wanting their beloved safe and sound!

So they start making subtle hints here and there. “Saw on the news about another omega being killed. Sad huh?” Or “The work world is so violent and tiring. Almost like they don’t want you there because you’re an omega”

Soon they start to bulk up the manipulation. Making claims that are just scary enough to get you thinking but not enough for you to call bullshit. “One of these days a rogue alpha might hurt you. Being home or around me is the only safe bet you have in terms of defense”.

Sooner or later the darling might just crack. Make a nest and be a good stay at home spouse. However if push comes to shove, the Alpha is prepared to stage a few incidents and give his cute strong headed mate a good scare.

Now imagine their rage and worry if the omega came home from work smelling like another alpha.

At that point? Well it’s just for safety that the omega is scented and locked into the master bedroom, surrounded by soft clothes and other items that smell of the Alpha. And it’s also just for their safety that they called their work place and said the omega is no longer an employee.

Any good mate would do that! Especially if their omega was being approached by a weak pathetic excuse for a human. What? They aren’t jealous! Shut up they’re just protective!

Cue the alpha having a pout with their arms crossed when the omega points it out.

-Mommabean

[yanderenightmare]

What type of roleplays would the yanderes do with they're darlings? Would it be hero/civilian? Teacher? Doctor?

thirsty ! BNHA headcannons

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS

goodiebag WARNINGS: slight nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks

YANDERE ! BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN KING x SERVANT

He just loves having his ego fed. Call him anything that insights power and you've got him wrapped tight around your finger, ironically. He doesn't care much for being called Hero except that it gives him a certain giddy bubbly feeling inside, though where it feels good it's far from sexual. But, call him King or God, again, ironically, you should prepare yourself for being worshipped.

YANDERE ! DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA DEVIL x ANGEL

Dabi loves being Big Bad Wolf to his Little Red Riding Hood. He loves being the terrible treacherous villain who stole an innocent helpless little girl and made her his. Loves playing devil to his angel. Loves dressing you in chaste white lingerie before fucking you into a sinful mess while you wear it.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA VILLAIN x VICTIM

Tomura doesn't complicate things with dynamics and elaborate backstories and such. But, he will at times find pleasure in being a creep. A disgusting stalker to his unsuspecting prey. Likes the contrast between his treacherous villainous self and your helplessness. Partly, also the contrast between his ugliness and your pretty perfection.

SHINSO HITOSHI MASTER x PET

Shinso is the frontrunner for the Master x Pet dynamic. He loves collaring you like a little kitten and playing with you whichever way he chooses. Loves having you follow his commands and praising and punishing you. Cooing at you when he goes too rough, when he pulls your tail too harshly or yanks the leash too brutally and tugs at your locks too much or ties his capture-weapon a little too tightly around your wrists and ankles.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS ALPHA x OMEGA

Simple guy, most times. But when his rut rolls around... he can’t help but be a rabid feral ballistic ruthless conqueror. Alpha instincts needing to dominate his little omega mate until you're nothing but a wet hot mess fucked silly and leaking with his cum. Breed you through and through thoroughly.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU DADDY x BABY

Dominates you sweetly. Killing you with kindness. Daddy takes good care of his good girl. His little baby bunny. Infantilization is his forte. He loves to dress you up in all frilly ballet outfits. Tutu adorning your hips. Thigh-high socks running up your legs. Grand pastel bows decorating you in an abundance, in your hair and on both your wrists and ankles and throat. Perfect for when he wants to tie his you up and make you all vulnerable and immobile while you patiently wait for your Daddy.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL DOCTER x PATIENT

Doctor Chisaki Kai needs to inspect his little patient to make sure you're in pristine health. Wouldn't want you to get sick or contaminated. Wouldn't want you corrupted with anything but his cock and his seed. You need to be a good girl and lay still as he runs his surgical-glove-clad hands up and down your nude flesh when you're all on display for him.

TODOROKI SHOTO SADIST x MASOCHIST

Sadomasochism is broad term, but Shoto loves exploring. And raw screams breaking into choked moans are his favorite sounds. Pushing your sanity until you feel ice-cold and red-hot all at once. Your eyes widening into mere black orbs. All cotton-flavoured and begging for more. And then later having you come down all soft and safe. Feeling aftershocks run through as the pain and pleasure zip along your libs. Reducing you to nothing put an exhausted ball of gratitude.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT BULLY x NERD

Loves pushing his dainty little girlfriend around. Tease and mock and jeer while watching with an amused grin you trying to free yourself from his grip. Loves to distract his little bookworm, make you all flushed and blushed. Grab your book and hold it way up high where you can’t reach. Listen to you beg for him to quit tormenting you and watch waterworks spring to the surface as you run off to the bathrooms to cry in peace. Trailing after you with a small sinister smile on his face.

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT COOL KID x LOSER

Quite like his red-haired friend, he loves to make unsuspecting cute starstruck dopes blush with a single flash of his grin. Loves to get up close and personal with you, his inexperienced nervous wide-eyed little dork, chuckling as he makes you blush and stutter with a few inappropriate quips. Loves to have his precious little airhead wrapped around his finger.

MIRIO TOGATA - LE MILLION WARDEN x CONVICT

You’d perhaps think his hero-complex called for him favouring the victims, but what better to satiate his need for justice them having his own little criminal right under his very roof. Keeping you from society, for society’s safety. Keeping you locked up like a prisoner. Judged and punished by the capable hero himself.

AMAJIKI TAMAKI - SUNEATER MONSTER x PREY (beauty & the beast)

Your dirtiest hentai dream come to fruition. Tentacles is all you're able to see, all you can feel, all you can think about. Where they are, how many, how tight, how deep, if you'll choke, if you'll burst, if you'll cum for the dozenth time already.

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASUR HEAD TEACHER x STUDENT

Shota loves putting dumb little brats in their place. And you are no exception. Probably even more so. He'll have you bent over his desk. Your hands flat on the surface. Fingers bending and scratching up the surface with your claws each tome he lands those sharp flesh-jiggling slaps to your plump doughy behind. Chastising you about being a bad kitty.

YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT IDOL x FAN

He loves being a people pleasure just as much as he loves being idolized. And having his perfect little darling kiss his bulging muscles and telling him how grateful you are to him and how you want to show him how appreciative you are of the service he provides the world with and how much you love him for saving you and for being your big strong hero.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR BOSS x SECRETARY

Loves having you fuss over his every beck and call. Loves seeing you strut about in your tight pencil-skirt. Your tall stilettos clicking on the floors of his home-office. Loves pulling your tight little shape into his lap. Bending you over on the desk. Pushing you against it when he needs to relieve some stress.

AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN WORSHIPPER x GODDESS

To Chizome you are perfection itself. Innocent with that childlike justice-seeking heart. He needs to worship every inch of you. He’s just not worthy of you. The world isn't worthy of you. No one is worthy of you. But, he’ll at least try his best to be.

[phoenixyfriend]

SW Suddenly-Omegaverse AU: Interior Design

Context: Original Post, Chrono

(Worldbuilding helped along by @atagotiak)

So you know how it's reasonable for the Jedi Temple to have species-specialized rooms? Most extreme examples being the environmental controls for Kel Dor, and probably semi-aquatic rooms that have underwater sleeping spaces for Nautolans and Mon Calamari?

Omegaverse humans get rooms that have large depressed areas, lightly padded with non-absorbent coverings for nests, both in communal areas for group nesting, and then the bedroom nesting divots are for the adult alphas and omegas.

When I say nesting divots I'm thinking about sunken living rooms, but smaller, and round or ovaloid. Possibly smooth-sided so it's more like an egg than a cylinder? Not sure on that part. Might be that some people prefer it differently.

There are a lot of humans in the order, so I think they plausibly make it part of the standard generic dry-land suites.

The big issue with a non-nesting species having a room with the nesting divot is that, if you're not using it, it's easy to trip into and hard to place furniture over. It's inconvenient, so I think it might be something where the quartermaster has a standardized 'cover-up' thing that fills in the divot so it's level with the rest of the room.

Also... hm. I think bedrooms with nesting divots might have them in recessed areas? The room isn't a square, it's a square with a smaller square off to the side (so there's safe-feeling walls on three sides), and it's out of the way for those who don't use it. Where you'd conceptually have a small bathroom or walk-in closet, there's a little side space for the nest, sans door.

There's still a 'regular' bed, more often than not, because nesting serves a somewhat different purpose.

So there’s just this hole in the floor of most terrestrial rooms, but most non-humans (or other nesting species) tend to cover it up. A lot of them use it as the storage space for winter/summer clothing swaps; Coruscant has very mild seasonal variation, but they do go to other planets on missions, so... yeah, Under the Nesting Cover is where you keep your winter clothes.

This actually makes the most sense because then betas can also get nesting covers if they want them. There can also be bigger nesting covers for the communal spaces of default terrestrial rooms if a non-nesting master-padawan set get them.

The communal spaces could be set up so you can just add regular couches to it, and then it's just a sunken living room. They probably have teams of droids for fixing up sets of rooms for environmental needs.

Me, poking at A/B/O logistics: I wanna talk about the quartermaster and the droid team that does interior remodeling for species-specific variation in environmental needs.

I think it would be very funny to watch a quartermaster try to balance a Nautolan master with a human padawan like 'okay they need a room where the adult's living space is aquatic, there needs to be a communal nesting divot for the padawan--" and then later on the Nautolan is just like. No nesting instincts. But the padawan is waiting in their little hole full of blankets and pillows and just looking up with Wibble Lip and the master just goes Well, Okay Then, because taking care of your padawan's needs is important and humans do the whole cuddling thing, so...

Most social species do some cuddling, but omegaverse human nesting instincts are weird to an aquatic species, I think. Like... this is all Very Soft And Dry.

Anakin and Obi-Wan end up sharing a suite because there's enough traumatic tension involved in this whole mess that nobody wants to split them up... and I considered that they then have to move a few months later when it turns out they're both now omegas and need bedroom-based nesting depressions too, but it's easier for all human rooms to have nesting depressions by default. They still have to move when they get Ahsoka, though, so the quartermaster has to find-or-adjust a three-bed suite, with two master rooms that have omega nesting divots, and one dry humanoid padawan room (no nesting divot needed, but it'll probably have one anyway).

Anakin and Obi-Wan both ignore the nesting divot at first because it's just... it's weird, okay, but then they keep getting frustrated and upset and antsy for reasons they don't understand, and someone points out that like.. maybe that's why? You aren't nesting and that's important for humans, right?

They hate the idea, because it's not normal for them and they don't like being reminded that the Force said they can't go home. The conversation happens before they've realized they're naturalizing to the AU dimension, so they keep ignoring it... but then Anakin's heat happens, and they resign themselves to trying it and oh, actually nesting feels.... really good....... fuck.

Not even sexual good, it's just the same hormones you get from a hug. Safe-and-comfy chemicals happen in the brain when nesting. Surrounded by walls and comfy fabrics that smell like family and friends. Burrowing.

Quick note on Venators:

I'm thinking that there are personal nests for the officer's quarters, and large communal nests in the barracks. There are still bunks lining the walls, and no personal nests. Given the different needs of humans in this AU, I'm saying there's up to twenty troopers per 'room', and two large communal nests for that same number. Really it's more like rows of bunks that don't connect to the walls at either end? Like rows of library shelves.

There are specialized heat/rut rooms for once-a-year heats/ruts. There's probably an entire hallway (near medical) dedicated to solely to those.

They're all on suppressants but need to still have the damn things, if smaller and less intense, for health reasons relating to the quick-aging situation and maintaining optimal hormone levels for peak performance in the field. Imbalance will cause depression, and when everyone already has PTSD, you don't want to risk that more than you have to.

[cancankenobi]

The bigge wait for the Obi-Wan series

Day 49: Here is a list of my very favourite Obi-Wan fics on AO3, which I will very likely reread forever until the show finally drops. Give these stories some love, some kudos, some comments - they're all worth a read, I promise (MIND THE RESPECTIVE TAGS, FOLKS):

Always in motion is the future by arrowupmysleeve: (G) I love Obi-Wan inserting himself in Mandalorian business, you love Obi-Wan inserting himself in Mandalorian business - this is a fixit for the whole Galidraan disaster, featuring Padawan!Obi and bestest space buir!Jaster Mereel. It's eventual jangobi, and also a series, and the second part is in progress.

The Weeds in the Wilderness by ealcynn : (T) This one is a WIP as I publish this post, but I still would recommend you give it a go. It has such great worldbuilding, and such an interesting cast of OCs - it's Obi-Wan who doesn't remember who he is, stuck on a planet full of strangers as he tries to remember himself. No ship, just vibes.

For the Right Price by ShaeTiann: (M) This is the Epic. The long read you should try. If you're on the fence about Sith!Obi or Grey!Obi, then I think this fic will probably do a good job at convincing you of the appeal. This is Obi-Wan toeing the line between Light and Dark, making friends, falling in love, making his own path. It's a jangobi masterpiece, who also happens to be a series in progress.

An Elegant Weapon by RomanMoray: (T) Cody wielding a saber. Must I say more? This is codywan, and very dear to my heart. Featuring a Force-sensitive Cody, the inherent eroticism of training your commander in the arts of lightsaber combat, and Cody picking up Obi-Wan's saber - and his heart.

dark magics by savorvrymoment: (E) Oh, so you like both Maul and spicy times? I have just the fic for you: this is a wonderful work, which happened to be my intro into the Obi/Maul rarepair hell. It's got the perfect amount of angst, the perfect amount of tension. Truly perfect.

Don’t be afraid. by spqr: (T) THE FEELS. It's a burgeoning obikin with all the angst, feat. Padawan!Obi and Master!Anakin. Gorgeous, with the fluffy ending we all deserve. A re-read for sure.

i'll orbit your flickering star by sunskippa: (T) If you're looking for a longer codywan read, look no further! This is a great fic that follows the Clone Wars events through the eyes of our dearest Commander, as he falls in love with Obi-Wan. They way Cody is written is lovely: It has no flaw in my eyes.

diogenes (what makes a man?) by someawkwardprose: (T) Codywan, again, because I am in codywan brainrot, always. Also a very, very lovely portrayal of Cody. Also a retelling of the Clone Wars events through Cody's eyes, including his love for his General. I've recently re-read this, and Gods, it's good.

Binary System by Cimila: (E) You know these Open/Ambiguous endings that are somehow both incredibly satisfying and also leaves you just craving some more? Yeah? This is it - Soulmates AU, jangobi, Obi-Wan in the desert with baby!Anakin in tow. It's great. Also Spicy.

Late Night Bounty Call by eltrut07: (E) a/b/o jangobi, anyone? This is a WIP as I'm making this post, but it's being updated still! It's got Omega!Obi and Alpha!Jango hooking up (and falling in love, probably - eventually) during the Clone Wars, and baby Boba being confused. Lovely, lovely - and also spicy.

Honestly anything by glimmerglanger, though especially:

Make Your Bed (Lie in It): (T) Codywan, featuring Cody ending up in his General's bed and Vice-Versa, through the Clone Wars and beyond Order 66.

Currents and Tides: (E) MERPEOPLE! FORBBIDEN LOVE! THE 1940s! It's a codywan two-parter with plenty of snippets attached, and it is a masterpiece.

A Slow Fall Towards Grace: (E) a/b/o, endgame codywan: the angst, the eventual fluff, Obi and his kids. It's rough sometimes, guys, but it ends well.

Now with a part 2!

Part 1 / Part 2

Anyways these are just a fraction of the enormous amount of great Obi fics out there. Go dig in AO3, find the gems, give kudos. People are so freaking talented out there!