Anything for you.
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Alpha Emmet taking care of you in heat.
No actual smut, though it’s hinted. but it’s adult themed omegaverse fluffy heat fic.
🔞18+Only!🔞
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He knew your heat was coming up, he prepared for that, but he wasn’t ready for your weak voicemail.
Crying about your heat started, how it’s too much, nothing was working! You needed him!
But he couldn’t up and leave, so he called you back, and walking you through, cooing at his adorable mate, helping you cum just so you could sleep.
Emmet made sure Ingo was aware, just so the younger twin could take a week off.
The second his shift was over, he was running back home, barely managing to tell others to move.
Unlocking the front door, your scent hits him.
He takes a deep inhale, purring softly at the intoxicating smell. But he has no time to stand around, quickly making his way towards your shared bedroom.
Emmet can’t stop the whimper that leaves his mouth. You look so pained, panting from how hot your body feels, sweating and whining from how uncomfortable you feel.
Your nest was destroyed too, like you had been moving or thrashing too much for it to stay stable.
Your own clothes torn, like you ripped them off yourself. You lay limp in the center of the bed.
You lazily look over your ruined nest, to see your alpha.
He was instantly at your side, tossing his hat and coat off before getting to you.
“Oh my sweet mate, I’m so sorry.”
You shakily reach for him, grabbing his shirt just to hold him close, and take in his scent.
You bury your face into his neck, giving his scent gland kitten licks, just to smell more of him. He trembles, enjoying the feeling, but he ignores his instincts, in favor of you.
Emmet wraps his arms around you, cradling you to his chest.
“Shh shh I’m right here. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
His heart breaks at your weak whimper.
You barely have the strength to fight back, as he lays you back down on the bed.
“I am Emmet. And I’ll be right back.”
He kisses your temple, before running off to the attached bathroom.
You’re burning, so you don’t need a hot bath like usual. After he checks the waters temperature, making sure it wasn’t too cold or too warm, once he deems it perfect he clogs the tub, putting in some scented bathing oils.
The bathroom fills with the calming scent, it’s your favorite too, so it should help more.
Emmet leaves, letting the water raise as he goes to get you. He rolls his sleeves up as he reaches the bed.
“Darrrling.” He calls for your attention, making sure you’re still awake.
Once again, you weakly grab for him.
Your body feeling heavy with heat, and exhaustion.
You lay limp as he lifts you out of bed, carrying you to the bathroom. Cooing softly at you, while you nuzzle back into his neck.
Your almost mute purring makes his heart swell. Carefully, Emmet lowers you into the cool water.
You hiss at the sudden temperature change, but welcome it, sighing in relief to be cooling down.
“I am sorry.”
He kisses the top of your head, before grabbing a wash cloth and gingerly scrubbing down your body.
Massaging your tense muscles as he goes.
Hands rubbing in soothing circles, the further he goes.
Whispering soft praises to you, the more your relax.
“I am sorry I wasn’t here.”
You hum in response.
“It’s okay…I know you have to work.”
You spoke slowly, trying to collect your thoughts.
“You are my mate, I marked you for a reason. I will make it up to you, yup!”
You smile at your mate, leaning against his touch.
He rinses you off, leaving you smelling fresh, and feeling cleaned of your sweat.
“Soak for a moment. I’ll be back.”
This time, he leans in, catching your lips in a slow delicate kiss.
Your eyes flutter shut, leaning against him, accidentally getting his work shirt wet.
When he pulls away, you pout, whimpering for him to kiss you again.
And he does, not as long though.
“I won’t be long.”
“Promise you’ll come back?”
You look up at him, with tears in your eyes and lip quivering.
“Of course! I am Emmet, and I never break a promise. Especially to my verrry lovely mate.”
You giggle as he rubs his nose against yours, before leaving you to relax in the water.
Once he closed the bathroom door he got to work.
Emmet strips the bed, taking all the items off of it and laying them in a pile on the floor. He gets the comforter and sheets off, taking them to the laundry room.
Tossing them in the wash with little care, before starting it.
He rummages through the dresser draw, before finding clean sheets. Emmet tosses the clean sheets and comforter in the dryer, just to make them warm.
He leaves those to warm up. Making his way to the kitchen, collecting bottles of water and snacks.
Making one last stop to grab one of your favorite drinks. It’s not nutritious, or good for you during your heat, but you love to drink it, so it’ll be a nice treat for you.
Then water.
He will make sure you stay hydrated.
Rushing back to the bedroom, he sets everything on your bedside table, before rushing back to the dryer to take the bedding out.
He inhales the newly warm blankets and sheets, enjoying the warmth and smell.
But he doesn’t for long, taking them to the bedroom with him to make the bed.
Once he’s sure the bed is perfect, he makes a rough outline of a barrier for you. Emmet knows he isn’t good at making nests like you, but he doesn’t want you to over work yourself.
Grabbing his work coat from the floor, he places it on the edge of your side.
He checks everything one last time, making sure everything was right, before going back to the bathroom.
His smile grows soft, seeing you leaning back, happily soaking in the tub.
You perk up at hearing the door, nearly making him coo.
You’re more alert, and relaxed, this is good!
Emmet grabs a towel from the closet, then looks back to you.
“Ready to come out?”
You ponder for a moment.
“Yeah, I feel better now.”
Before you can even get your hand on the edge of the tub, he stops you.
“Do you feel strong enough to get yourself out?”
You chuckle.
“I’m fine Emmet, I know I’ll be back to how I was in an hour or so, but right now I’m okay.”
He stays close just in case.
Once you step out of the tub, you barely have time to settle before he’s drying you off.
He’s always been an attentive husband, especially when it came to your heat. Always taking care of you, but always going into overdrive when you can’t take care of yourself.
You squeal, laughing as he lifts you right back up.
Your arms around his neck for stability, humming happily as he kisses all over your neck and face, leaving no reachable skin untouched.
Emmet pays special attention to your bond mark, kissing the scarred flesh so tenderly.
His mate, his lover, his beloved, his darling.
He’s so happy to spend the rest of his life with you.
“Do you want any pjs?”
You lean your forehead against his, as he walks to the edge of the bed.
“No, they’ll just get ruined.”
You yawn, hiding your face in his neck once more.
A nap will do you some good, you need to be rested for the rest of your heat to come.
Emmet lays you on bed, kissing your forehead before he walks away to change out of his work clothes.
In the floor length mirror, he sees you grab his coat, smothering your face into it.
You can hear his giggle.
“Oh my darling is so verrry cute! I’m so lucky.”
Once in some sleep pants, he walks back over to the bed, standing just outside of it.
“Can I enter?”
That makes you laugh softly.
“Emmy, I don’t have the best full up yet.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
You chuckle at his pout.
“Please do, I miss cuddling my mate.”
He perks right up, giggling as he climbs into the bed, slotting himself right against you.
Your bare chests pressed together, as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
His legs tangling with yours.
You hold him as well, hugging him close to you.
He rests his chin on top of your head, sighing contently.
You can feel yourself growing drowsy.
“I hate to bother, but you need to drink first.”
You groan, as you had gotten comfortable.
“No worries! I’ll help.”
He barely leans over, arms long enough to grab the water bottle with little trouble. He hands it to you, cap off, for you to sip.
You didn’t realize how thirsty you truly were, greedily gulping down the crisp cold water.
With half the bottle empty, he puts it back on the nightstand.
“I won’t make you eat now if you truly aren’t hungry, but I’m making us food later.”
You simply snuggle back into him, humming in agreement.
His alabaster eyes stare at your sleepy form.
Watching as you slowly fall asleep, holding him tightly.
He took the rest of the week off to tend to you, and he will make sure he does exactly that.
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