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angeleyz4ever · 5 months
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When you spiral down the rabbit hole of true mates Werewolf Derek and Werefox Stiles for days it makes you just want to see those fuzzy little butts happy! Hence edit! Mates!
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purrmoon · 1 year
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🌙 lore: bonds and truemates
bonds
Bonds are essential for people’s health & well-being. While it is possible for an adult to survive without any, it leaves people weaker and more susceptible to illness. It’s harder to generate body heat, & can leave a person feeling numb or depressed.
Pups, especially those under twelve, don’t tend to survive long without bonds, often succumbing to illness.
There are four types of bonds.
Packbond. A packbond is a surface level bond that allows you to sense your packs emotions & well-being as long as you’re in range. Pack size determines range—the larger the pack, the larger the range. It’s formed by licking over & nipping the scent gland.
Imprint bond. Imprinting is very similar to a packbond, with the main difference being it appears instantaneously. It is most common in parents and pups, usually occurring at birth—but sometimes a packless puppy will imprint on an adult. Siblings also have imprint bonds.
Matebond. A matebond is a deeper bond, which allows you to sense your mate’s emotions & well-being over a slightly larger range. Matebonds are formed by a bite, hard enough to draw blood. It must be done with the second set of fangs, formed during presentation. It will scar.
Truemate bond. The easiest and most obvious way to know if you’re someone’s truemate. A truebond allows you to not only sense emotions and their well-being—it also allows a pair to share thoughts, though this can take practice. It’s formed the same way as a mating bond.
A bond can be muffled or blocked temporarily if a person doesn’t want their pack or mate to know how they’re feeling. It is difficult to maintain a block without practice. Pups find it nearly impossible.
Bonds can fade over time, and need occasional re-affirming. This is done through scenting, and/or skin-to-skin contact.
It is possible to force a pack- or matebond on someone else. It’s considered a crime to do so in the modern-era, but some areas allow the bond to be consented to by other packmembers.
Bonds can be broken, either purposefully or through death. Omegas have the easiest time doing so, as they tend to be most in tune with their bonds. However, doing so is painful for both sides, and can send a person into a drop or feral state. It also leaves behind a craving for touch, body aches, and sometimes fatigue or fever. Bonds which are allowed to fade don’t leave behind as intense of symptoms, but they’re still present. Having other packbonds to rely on can lessen the intensity.
If a mating bond is broken, the scar will fade, but never fully disappear.
truemates
Truemates are rare. Some people believe that everyone has a truemate, but the world is so large it’s hard to find them. Now that the world is “growing smaller”, so to speak, it’s more likely that there will be an increase in truemates. While it is true there are more than there once were, it’s still very rare.
Truemates are also very difficult to spot, which contributes to their rarity. Some people don’t even believe in them, creating bias.
There are several signs of a truemate. Other than the first sign, all other signs of a truemate can’t be detected until both pairs hormones have leveled out. (Usually between 17-22.)
First, the smell. Your truemate will have a very appealing smell—moreso than any other person’s smell. It can bring with it a feeling of safety, as well. This isn’t an immediate flag, though, as it’s not unusual to meet someone whose smell you like over another.
Second, smelling them around a season will trigger a fertile cycle—and will until a bonding. If someone already has a mate, or romantic partner, though, this can be easy to miss—as their scent can also trigger a fertile cycle.
Third, they have a very calming influence. Their scent, their voice, their sounds—all of them can help ease their truemate out of panic, rage, etc.
Fourth, their bond. This is the most definitive and obvious sign of a truemate, though, of course, it can only be discovered after a romantic relationship has been cultivated. (Save, I suppose, for an arranged mating ceremony.)
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hp-shippy-prompts · 8 months
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Prompt:
Soulmate/omegaverse au
Years ago, when Tom was still at Hogwarts, he had an Omega boyfriend. Only, Harry didn’t agree with Tom’s ambitions to rend and rebuild the wizarding world. Harry gave him an ultimatum, but Tom chose his plans over Harry.
A decade later, Tom has achieved his goals, and goes searching for Harry, partly so he can say, ‘I told you so’, but mostly because Harry was the only Omega, the only person, Tom had ever cared about other than himself.
Only, when he finds Harry, Harry has lost most of his magic, all of his scent, and no longer goes through the heats Tom had only had a handful of opportunities to enjoy. The only reason for this to have happened is if Harry found his soulmate and lost them.
This leaves Tom both devastated and furious. While he knew in theory Harry might find someone in his absence, it was another thing to have it confirmed. And whomever it was cost Tom the Omega he loved wanted.
Never does he consider that he was the Alpha Harry lost, that he hadn’t recognised Harry as his Soulmate like Harry had recognised him, because he’d split his soul before his secondary gender had presented.
Is it too late for Tom to repair his soul and win Harry back?
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stusbunker · 2 years
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Tattered: Mate or Fate
A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series
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Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Word Count: ~3050
Warnings, etc: True mates, still in varying first person POVs, some dialogue taken from canon, emotional infidelity, no one is doing okay, ESPECIALLY SAM, Dean’s in denial
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Mommy Dearest
Dean
    I’ve gotten pretty damn good at being bait. And all things considered, I’m glad it was me that was able to get her hackles raised. But having something wearing my mom’s face lean in and gnaw on my neck— through my Omega’s mark— that was a manner of skeeze I haven’t experienced in a very long time.
    Luckily Cas was there to clean me up. Stop me from becoming a Jefferson Starship— into what she’d changed those kids into.
    Man, she really played us. Experimenting on fucking kids? Talk about a monster.
    I still don’t know what I’m going to tell Y/N. I mean, the truth, or some sanitized version of it. Because I know she’s still there, we’re still tethered, but it’s like coming home without a wedding ring. You don’t just LOSE your mark on the way home from a hunt.
    Sam keeps eyeing me and watching Bobby like I’m going to grow a second head. Or maybe he’s on Bobby’s side about Cas. Who the fuck knows. Between Eve biting it just to learn of Crowley’s second coming I’m feeling like a first class stooge. I can’t take one more thing.
    Heads will roll.
Let It Bleed
Sam
    Hospitals are always the worst part of the job. And it’s not even coming up with the stories to explain away whatever insane injuries got us there in the first place. It's the waiting.
    Dean hasn’t left Lisa’s side.
    His Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and he’s taking care of someone else. 
    My Omega is sitting in a motel room alone and I’m waiting on him to get home to her. I may actually kill him for putting her through this.
    And he has the nerve to cry about wiping their memories, which is so overreaching of him I can’t even see straight.
    He turns up the radio and gets back on the highway. I smell the guilt and the regret and the simmering loss rolling off him. I crack the window before I slam his face into the steering wheel. He did this to himself. Not the demons, obviously, but he chose Y/N over Lisa and Ben.
    Dean doesn’t deserve to grieve for them.
    He pulls into the parking lot of a dilapidated strip mall. Tells me to put in a food order at the Chinese place while he makes a beeline for the liquor store. I do it just to get out of the car and away from him. The smell of overused peanut oil is a welcome distraction as I step into line. I keep my head down, make my face neutral, and try not to panic any of the civilians.
    Same shit different day.
    The old lady behind the counter is a half second away from calling the cops, one hand on the phone as she takes my order. What’s worse is I don’t even blame her. She takes my name and phone number, tells me it will be twenty minutes. I wait outside. 
    I don’t go back to the car.
    Until I absolutely have to.
The Man Who Knew Too Much
    We find Professor Visyak bleeding out in an alley. There is something so wrong about seeing someone like that dying next to a dumpster. Purgatory native or not, she was Bobby’s friend. And we didn’t keep her safe.
    Cas blindsides us with righteous disappointment. 
    The air still smells of ozone when he disappears again. Only to send me to my knees. My head explodes and I go blind. The last thing I remember is Dean calling my name.
Reader
    Bobby starts another pot of coffee. I clear the dishes from the dinner they never ate. I leave them in the sink for something to do when they leave me, again. The stress is oozing off of all of us and making the air of the house thick and desperate. 
    Losing Cas feels inevitable now.
    Losing each other is the anticipated second course.
    I gather up some weapons for Bobby to bag. Anything that can help against Angels or Demons. Anything that might get them out of there in one piece. He keeps giving me hopeful glances and it’d be sweet if they weren’t full of pity.
    My center of gravity pulls me to the basement, I pace instead. Staying above ground and away from the Alphas who own different pieces of me. Sam hasn’t moved since Dean and Bobby dragged him through the backdoor. Cas broke the wall that Death built to keep him sane. Like a light switch, he just went dark.
    I feel him around the bend even though I know he’s on a cot under Dean’s nose. If only I keep moving, keep looking, I’ll find him eventually. Somewhere in the shadows, or the corner of my eye.
    Maybe I’m the one who’s crazy now.
    Or maybe that’s Dean bleeding into my thoughts. He’s so worried about Sam, I almost forget I am too. It’s overwhelming the sense of duty he has to Sam. Deeper than anything I’ve ever let myself feel, some cross of pack and pup. 
    Somehow he pulls himself away. The need to stop Cas, to save him or the world superseding all others.
They leave me with an address, tell me to bring Sam when he wakes up. Make sure I have my Beretta and leave Sam’s Taurus at his side. Rituals that we cling to, out of the comfort of habit, lacking even the illusion of safety.
I’ve never heard this place so quiet.
Minutes pass, I don’t let myself go into the basement. If I see Sam like that, I don’t know what I’ll do. Dean’s too far away for this nauseous concern to be his.
Sam breaks my internal stalemate with a single groan. He’s alive— awake. I get down the stairs and into the panic room, why did they leave him there instead of a bedroom?
    He’s not fucking drying out. 
My anger melts into my gut the second I scent him. Pure anguish floods my nose and I whine at his pain. That brings Sam closer to the surface, he huffs, head shaking as if he’s refusing whatever he’s seeing in his dreams. My massive Alpha reduced to a kid having a nightmare.
    I crouch down at his side, careful not to touch his bare skin. He’s always such a furnace and I don’t want to put any more stress on his system—- or I’m too scared of what feeling him will do to me now. We haven’t been truly alone since…
    He turns to face me, breathing deep through his nose, brow pinched. But something like relief comes over his features the longer he breathes. Like my presence alone makes whatever he’s experiencing bearable.
    The Omega in me primps.
    I shift onto my knees, still not touching Sam, but leaning against the cot for more balance. And wait.
    I listen to the thrumming of his heart, the steady pull of air into his nose, my own movements. It could be hours, but it’s only been moments.
    He hums. Then his eyes fly open, panic ripping through him as he shoves against me and sits. I fall, gracelessly as he comes to.
    Somehow he manages not to knock over his gun. Fucking Winchesters.
    “Sam?”
    “Y/N?” He looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m real and it hurts more than it should. He looks so scared.
    “It’s me, Sam. Are you alright?” I pull myself up onto the bed beside him.
    He brushes the hair out of his face and sighs. “Not really. But I’ll make it.”
    He gives me a sad smile and I nod, his eyes dark with unspoken horror. I grab his massive hand and pull it into my lap. He exhales and it sounds rockier than my self control.
    “What are we doing, Y/N?” His voice is soft, but the fear is still there.
    “We’re supposed to meet Dean and Bobby where Cas is setting up for the eclipse,” I explain without meeting his eyes.
    “That’s not what I meant,” he adds, solemn. 
I look at Sam, unable to hide the tears as they fall.“I don’t know anymore.”
    He pulls his hand back and sits the rest of the way up. I let him. He tucks his gun in the back of his pants as he stands. 
    We leave to help stop Cas without another word.
Meet The New Boss
Dean
    I guide Bobby in with the tow, he’s hauling in what’s left of my baby. Fucking demons.  We get her cleared and settled, and I take it all in. The caved in roof, the busted glass, the whole shit show that is the engine. And my hands itch to get in there. To make her right. 
    Finally something I CAN do right.
    Because Sammy is in the house with a scrambled brain and reliving who-knows-what while Cas—- Cas is throwing a god level tantrum.
    She’s been quieter than usual. Watching us and just tending house, not that she likes to, but just for some use of her hands. Which, obviously I get. But it makes me edgy having her in the house with Sam, not saying she’s not safe—- just okay maybe she’s not safe.
    Because, none of us are, not anymore.
Reader
    Sam’s distress is stinking up the whole house, so I’ve been doing my damndest to keep it aired out. Let the summer breezes blow in. I remember running around the scrapyard as a kid, never needed to spend so much time inside then. Never wanted to.
    I can’t leave him if I tried.
    Dean’s got his head under Baby’s hood, with regular check ins, but I can tell he’s just as worried. Bobby just keeps giving us these appraising looks, waiting for one of us to break or scream. 
    I’m doing the last of the breakfast dishes when my Alpha wanders up behind me, hunched and exhausted, but freshly dressed. And waits in my blindspot.
    “Hey,” Sam’s voice is soft, like he’s trying not to wake anyone.
    I don’t mean to flinch, but his bandaged hand on my shoulder hits me with a deep sense of dred and I drop the scrub brush into the dishwater. 
    “Sorry,” Sam takes two steps back.
    I bow against the edge of the sink and catch my breath, putting on my best appeasing smile. “It’s fine! You just startled me.”
    Sam stands like he doesn’t know how to, like he’s sixteen and his arms are longer than they were the day before. I want to brush the hair out of his face and I must be staring because he stills, mouth pinched and heartbeat racing.
    I can’t breathe when he gives me the puppy dog eyes.
    I should look away, say something, clear the air. But he’s just looking at me like he’s lost and so incredibly vulnerable. The backdoor opens and Dean walks in and the moment’s gone and Sam’s lying through his teeth to his brother and I have to keep it together.
Hello, Cruel World
SAM
    Lucifer will not shut up. No matter how many arguments I put against his claims, he still thinks he’s won.
    So, I’m doing my best to ignore him. By the look on Dean’s face, it’s not my best work. He hauls me out of the backseat of the impala, and back inside Bobby’s house.
    Cas is gone. His trenchcoat was all that we could find.
    I need to be stronger than this. We have a whole new race of monsters to fight now. I sit down on the couch, just to catch my breath and before I know it I’m asleep. Or I think I’m asleep, because the house is quiet and I feel like I’m floating. 
    I know Lucifer’s still there, monkey on my back, whispering in my ear. But something else is drawing me in. Something soft and warm and impossibly safe. It feels like bedtime stories and my drool stuck face on the vinyl of the backseat of the impala. It’s sunshine and then I smell her and I know.
I just know.
    I wade in, almost waking almost dreaming, never dipping too far into the nightmares. It’s the calmest I’ve felt since Cas broke the dam in my head. I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to wake up, or let her know I know she’s here. She brushes my hair back and I hold in a sigh. 
Her finger tips are soft, sure. They ghost over my cheek and pull out my collar, settling over my chest, fiddling with the buttons on my plaid shirt. Her palm is heavy over my heart, like she’s trying to mold me back together. If we stay here long enough, I can almost hope she could.
I breathe her in, deep and rising, my body is unable to resist the pull she has on every cell. I can smell Dean on her, just a passing hint of sweat, and that alone should stop me. But it doesn’t. I roll until my back is flat against the back of the couch, giving her space. I feel her perch on the very edge, closer but not close enough. I reach up and hug her hand against my chest. Eyes still closed, I silently beg that she lets me hold her, even if it’s only like this.
A gentle line is drawn between my eyebrows and I relax, smiling. She taps the tip of my nose and I can hear the giggle in her breath. I want to see that secret smile on her lips, but I’m so scared that if I open my eyes, it will be him again. I know it’s her. 
But I can never be sure.
I keep my faith and breathe in her scent, saving us both from possibility.
Reader
    The house is quiet at night, but it doesn’t mean it’s any easier to breathe. Dean fell asleep after he showered and barely kissed me goodnight. He’s mumbling through a bad dream already and my stomach is in knots.
    Touching Sam while he slept earlier was not a good idea. But I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. 
    I roll over and stare at the wall, count the cracks in the paneling in the bedroom that used to only belong to me. I think about how I got here. Think about those sticky, dirty hours in the cabin without a care in the world except Sam pounding into me. Before we knew what was wrong with him. Before Dean staked his claim.
    Before I realized I love them both.
    I don’t cry. It’s my fault, I don’t deserve to cry. I shouldn’t have let any of this happen. But I do know that today was the first time Sam’s heart rate was below 100 since Cas broke him. And if my presence can ease some of his hurt, I need to at least try. For all of our sakes.
    The bedroom shadows shift as I think about what I must do. What I should tell Dean. If Sam would even want me now. It turns into one of the longest nights of my life. And when the sun rises, I think I have the solution. But I’ve worn myself out and I finally fall into a hollowed out sleep.
DEAN
    I lay there watching her snore in the yellow light pouring through the ancient curtains. She reeks of guilt and worry and my gut tells me it’s something big. But at the same time I can’t fathom what she could possibly have done to feel so guilty over. 
    She’s not pregnant, that much I can tell easily enough.
    I sit up and fuck with my hair. Stretch out the ache in my back from bending over Baby every which way for the past week and a half. I decide to let her sleep. I really don’t want to start the day with whatever it is that crawled up her ass.
    You know what they say about ignoring your problems.
    She corners me in the painting shed after lunch. 
    “We need to do something about Sam,” she says, like she’s planning a hunt, quiet and curt and merciless.
    My blood freezes and I turn on my heels. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
    She looks at me like I’m an idiot, and okay. But really? Coming for my brother out of left field like that. My shoulders hunch defensively and I grind my teeth. 
    “He’s getting worse, Dean.”
    I look at her, really look at her and I see how much this is taking out of her to tell me. “He’s fine. Everything considered, he’s doing fucking fantastic.”
    She steps closer, into my space and my hands find her hips. She wraps her hands around the collar of my coveralls and shakes me a little, just to lighten the mood. She’s staring at me now like the answers are written on the back wall of my skull. 
    What isn’t she telling me?
    “What if I told you that I think I could help him?” Her eyes glaze over like she can no longer see me.
    The memory of her sleeping scent floods my senses, I hesitate.
     “I think part of the problem is that his body changed from when it had his soul. So when his soul was put back and then the walls put up, they couldn’t sync. He’s not fitting together right. And I know Hell was horrible. We both do. I just think I can help his soul settle into his body, memories or no.”
    “What is it? Some sort of ritual?”
    Her eyes dart to my neck and then she looks at me like she could cry. “You’re going to have to trust me.”
    Every ounce of instinct is telling me this is a bad idea. But this is my Omega. She wouldn’t hurt Sam, not even if there was only a small chance of happening. She’d find a different way. I stare into her eyes and see the desperation and the guilt.
    “You’re not gonna get yourselves hurt or anything are you?”
    She smiles, wet and earnest. “No, babe. And if everything works out like I hope it does. We’re all gonna be better than ever.”
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catherineedwardblog · 2 years
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#Availablenow - https://www.inkitt.com/stories/fantasy/199447
Read for free on #readictapp
"It's funny how sometimes the people you’d take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger.”
"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies."
He is an Alpha, strongest of all. She is a human, so innocent and naive. In a world were Werewolf and Human mating is frowned up on, fate has intertwined their lives.
Aiden James is the Alpha of the Western Creek pack. Anna Carter is a human pursuing higher studies in Oregon. When they meet, he is torn between the fate and his pack's expectation.
Finally giving in to the mate pull he decides accept her as a mate. But what happens when he learn about her betrayal? The one which cannot be forgiven. Read this story of Love and Betrayal "A Mate and A Betrayal"
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satrryeys4eva · 2 years
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Fem Y/n that is the same height or almost as tall as Damon
Fem Y/n that knows that Michael is the Antichrist and acts like it's a super normal thing
Fem Y/n with hair that is barely an inch longer than Bruce's
Fem Y/n that tries to make Norman have normal teenage experiences without making him uncomfortable, and helping him stand up to his mother
Fem Y/n that fits perfectly into Jason Carver's varsity jacket
Fem Y/n that makes sarcastic comments about Joffrey to his face and he doesn't even get angry at her because they really are funny
Fem Y/n that sits with Tony when he's working and give him stupid ideas to make, which he does make
Fem Y/n that is just as sassy as Edmund
Fem Y/n that helps Vance calm down
Fem Y/n that can make Tommy laugh
Fem Y/n that only calls Jim Kirk by nicknames when they are off duty
Fem Y/n that always listens to all of Thor's ridiculous stories
Fem Y/n that is on the same level as Chishiya but way more friendly and easy going
Fem Beta!Y/n that is Bakugou' sister ,can't understand why all the Alphas and Omegas in class one A pack are always scenting her and are super overprotective of her
(they've all gotten extremely attached to her because of how calming her non-scent is and how normal she acts with them, also it helps the pack leader! Alpha! Deku thinks that she's his truemate)
(Baku has to fight them off, reminding that she's his sister not theirs)
Fem Y/n that walks in on Five killing some and like it's a daily thing and that it's no big deal
Fem Y/n with a calm, chill but chaotic personality
And for the love of god
Fem Y/n who is not a Targaryen and in a relationship with Aegon ii
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callsign-bunnie · 1 year
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Ooh, omegaverse gender assignment and pheromone hcs??
Okay, so fair warning, I haven't written for this in a while and I operate just a little differently, so it's probs not gonna be like everyone else's. I use truemates as well. I'm open to talking about how I usually write it, if anyone is curious. Also, I'm using scents that I think smell good, if you have different ideas, let me know, you may change my mind. (Not budging on the assignments tho)
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Soap: Omega but uses very heavy scent blockers and heat blockers. Says he's a beta when asked. Usually can pass well. Smells like smokey vanilla
Ghost: Alpha, but also uses heavy blockers. Just straight doesn't answer when asked. Smells like books and bourbon
Rodolfo: Omega, sometimes uses scent blockers but he trusts the Vaqueros enough to not really bother. Was on heavy blockers the entire game though because of their guests. Smells like sweet wildflowers in the rain
Alejandro: Alpha, doesn't hide it. No need to. Smells like cinnamon and fresh cotton.
Price: Alpha, doesn't hide it, but uses blockers on missions for stealth. Smells like cigar smoke and whiskey.
Gaz: Depends on the story/ship, but I swing between Beta and Omega. Wears blockers if he's an omega, smells like a thunderstorm.
Graves: Alpha, reluctantly. Doesn't wear blockers unless stealth is needed. I dunno why but I think he smells like a sunflower field
Laswell: Alpha, wears heavy blockers, but is honest if asked. This woman smells like lavender and vanilla
Farah: Again, depends, but I lean towards Omega but doesn't hide it. Smells like brown sugar and fresh bread
Alex: Alpha, hides it. Smells like sweet bread dough.
Roach, just as a bonus: Beta, doesn't need to hide it. Old books and smoke. (Heh, sorry.)
I dunno if I’d ever do a full fleshed AU for omegaverse, but I may be persuaded to rewrite a few missions here and there from an ABO perspective.
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nacvamp · 2 months
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(watching the cw's supernatural as if it is a slowburn destiel fanfic #repressed!Dean #truemates)
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whataboutthefish · 1 year
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New Years Eve truemates a/b/o Steddie 
They see each other on New Year's Eve, it’s a house party, a friend of a friend for both of them. Their eyes meet across the room, even though the scents of too many bodies fill the room they can scent one another as if they are standing side by side. 
They have to shoulder their way through people, people are crammed in as the music is cut off and someone grabs a microphone and begins the countdown. When they are finally standing in front of each other the rest of the room seems to fall away. It’s only the two of them now, they are meeting their truemate for the first time.
As the countdown hits zero, Omega Steve offers his wrist for Alpha Eddie to scent. Eddie takes his hand with gentle hands, running his nose over the sensitive skin, his tongue slips out and laps lightly over Steve’s pulse point, and Eddie’s eyes spark red. 
Eddie offers Steve his own wrist to scent, Steve noses his bracelets aside, without breaking eye contact Steve slowly scents Eddie, then rubs his cheek over Eddie’s scent gland officially marking himself with his alphas scent. 
When Steve’s eyes spark gold, Eddie grabs his face and kisses his mate for the first time.
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Love Potion No.17
Author: @MalicMalic
Artist: @hexentaenzerin
Rating: Explicit
Summary:  Omega Dean has spent his life hoping to find his truemate, but all he’s managed to do is introduce other people to theirs. Looking to ease her friend’s misery, Charlie takes him to a witch. Rowena can’t help Dean find true love, but she offers a dream potion instead that promises a good time. Dean leaves the shop with a little bottle of glowing blue liquid. The tag says: Potion No.17.Alpha Castiel works as an accountant, spending every free minute gazing out of the window, longing for a meaningful connection. During a rare night on the town, the alpha meets a stranger who claims he’s got something that will allow him some fun. That night he goes home with Potion No.17 in his hand.
Warnings/Tags: Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean, African Dream Root, Idiots in Love, A bit of angst, Smut, Vibrators, Happy Ending
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littlegodzilla · 2 years
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Could you please write and Alpha!Daryl Dixon and him finding out that teh Omega!Reader is his truemate? Fluffy and smutty please?
Hi Anon!!
Did you say Alpha!Daryl? Hell yeah!! I'm in!!
I hope you don't mind if I use Daryl from season 2-3 I love him so much and I think he is perfect for a quite dominant Alpha but at the same time soft and protective. And I miss this Daryl if I have to be honest🤭🤭
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing!!
Soulmates.
Alpha!DarylDixon x Omega!FemReader.
Anon request.
Warnings: Fluff. Smut. ABO dynamics. Heat.
Words: 7000 (oops sorry...)
Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @srhxpci @darylsgarden @xxtinasxxblog
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Daryl is confused.
You're always on his mind. Even if he doesn't try, there is always some thought in his mind for you. He can't understand why. You aren't special. You're no different than the other women in the group.
Yet your scent always gives him goosebumps.
Since he arrived with his brother Mel to the Atlanta group, something was different with you. Several male Alphas predominated who soon made their place in the group clear, Merle and Daryl were also Alphas, headstrong, dominant and territorial, but in the situation they were in it was unnecessary to start a confrontation with the group.
Shane, Ed, Dale and T-Dog were Alphas, younger, older, more impulsive or wiser, they balanced the group, Andrea was also an Alpha female along with Jacqui. Lori Grimes along with Carol, Morales' wife and Sophia were Omegas but being bonded their essences were weaker, plus Sophia was a girl who had not even entered her first heat. Glenn, Amy, Carl, Jim... they were Betas with a neutral scent.
And then there was you.
You were neutral, your scent was faint, barely detectable, like just another Beta, yet you had that touch, that little scent that got Daryl to always keep an eye on you. Daryl had always tried to be a less dominant Alpha, he had lived in his own skin, his own mother being dominated by his father, desperate for his essence as an Alpha. He'd always heard from his mother that they were destined, that they were soul mates.
Daryl has never believed that about the destined pair, the Alpha and Omega bonded.
No, not after seeing how his father mistreated his mother and themselves.
Yet there was something about you that always kept him on his toes. At first you didn't have much trust, you were always hanging around the group of women, taking care of chores, Daryl would go off with his brother to hunt, to bring food for everyone, but when Merle disappeared, when you left camp to go all the way to the CDC for help, you and Daryl shared his truck. At first the conversation didn't flow from either of you, Daryl looked at you absentmindedly as he drove, gradually the conversation flowed between you, you even laughed despite the whole situation, saying goodbye to Jim was hard and once again plunged the trip into an intense silence. One that was enough for Daryl to assure himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, that he would fight to protect you even if it was from himself.
He delivered as best he could, he got you out of the CDC alive and came back for you when T-Dog told him you were left behind with Andrea. He didn't think twice, he skidded the bike on the dirt floor and went back to the farm looking for you. He couldn't leave you there.
He couldn't lose you. For some reason, his mind wouldn't let him, he felt something tearing at him inside but he didn't know what.
It took you eight months to find a place where you could feel safe again. Daryl couldn't confidently say that it was home, but with a pregnant woman about to give birth, it was better than nothing. After eight months of wandering that prison provided security, you managed to enter the outer courtyard and Rick was planning to take over at least one of the blocks, but first the group had to regain strength.
Daryl keeps turning his mind over, he can't stop thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. He sighs and becomes alert as soon as he senses Carol's presence trying to climb onto the bus he is standing guard on. The Alpha helps her up and she holds out a plate of food.
"It's not much, but otherwise you would have run out..."
"Little Shane has a good appetite." He mumbles wolfing down what's on the plate using his hands as a fork.
"Don't be mean..." Carol whispers, but a knowing chuckle escapes her. "How are you? Since we left the farm you seem distracted."
There's that innate Omega instinct. Daryl can sense her scent, since she lost her husband, Ed, she is now a lone Omega, she can be claimed again by another Alpha, yet her scent is faint, as if she is still bound to Ed in some way. Carol does not arouse in him the curiosity he feels with you, he considers her an equal, he has even begun to appreciate her as a friend, wanting to protect her from his pain, from the loss of his daughter, but nothing more. Through his mind goes the idea of talking to her about what is happening to him. Perhaps by putting it out loud he will feel somewhat less confused.
"Ya... Have ya noticed anything strange with her?" he murmurs, shaking his head pointing at you absentmindedly, you are in the circle with the others by the fire, oblivious to the conversation of your companions.
"Anything weird, what do you mean?"
"I-I dunno... I know she's a Beta, but her essence is..."
"Oh, I get it, maybe you should talk to her. Maybe you'd be surprised at the answer." Carol says cryptically, and it certainly doesn't help Daryl at all.
"I think... she doesn't feel very comfortable when I'm around..." He tries to excuse himself, Carol gives him a bored look and massages his shoulder wincing in pain. "Yer okay?"
"Yeah, it's my shoulder, with the recoil of the rifle, it's bothering me."
"Lemme." He tells her setting the plate aside and massages the woman's shoulder.
"Uhm how romantic." She jokes laughing when she hears Daryl snort in amusement and nervousness.
In between jokes and nervous laughter, Daryl and Carol get off the bus to meet up with the others. The Alpha is feeling a little calmer, he hasn't told the widow his troubles, but he feels better. He helps Carol off and his skin crawls with goosebumps as he senses your scent there, maybe you've overheard the conversation or maybe it's himself starting to hallucinate. He doesn't want to say anything, so he pretends not to smell you and they return to the group listening to Beth sing.
Daryl feels the prison falling on you like a tomb. You try to enter, the dead fall on you with hunger, in the kitchens of the block there are several prisoners who have survived, but some of them are hostile, you lose several companions, T Dog, Hershel must amputate a leg, Carol, Lori... Carl appears with a baby in his hands and Rick loses his head. Everything suddenly becomes chaos, but you have to think with a cool head, Hershel needs help, you have to keep an eye on the prisoners who have stayed with you, you have to keep an eye on Rick, that he doesn't do anything crazy and there is a little girl who needs to be fed as soon as possible.
"Not far from here there should be a supermarket, we saw the sign a few days ago while we were on the road." Glenn says and Maggie nods her head.
"We can't all go, there are cars all over the road." Maggie says in frustration, Daryl grunts chewing his lip nervously.
"I'll go, ya guys stay here, keep an eye on the prisoners, make sure Hershel is okay." He gives several directions and everyone seems compliant, he touches Beth's shoulder who as a young Omega her maternal instincts have kicked in and cares for the little baby. "Keep an eye on her, and Carl, he's lost his mother and if anythin'..."
"Don't worry, I'll handle it." She nods her head walking away back inside the pavilion. Daryl then grabs your hand and you turn around confused.
"Come with me." It's a command, but his voice is soft, calm, yet you can still feel it get under your skin making you shiver. "If we both go on the bike we can bring more stuff."
"Okay." You agree, but you sense something isn't quite right, Daryl's influence is affecting you more than it should.
The Alpha notices it too. He notices something different when you get on the bike, hugging you to his back, your scent has intensified, a sweet smell hits his nose, making him frown. Confused.
You don't make it to the mall Glenn told you about, Daryl turns off on another road finding a small town where there is a kindergarten, there it's much more likely that no one has looted what's inside than a mall. The motorcycle's engine purrs to a complete shutdown, Daryl positions the bike nicely and you let go of his waist.
"We'll check this place out first." Daryl says as you enter the kindergarten. "If we ain't find anythin' useful, drive to the mall."
You nod your head following his plan. Carefully the two of you enter the kindergarten in search of things for the little baby. You keep quiet every moment, you don't know if there might be any Walkers in there and you don't want to attract the attention of any more. The first room you enter gives you goose bumps. There are a bunch of drawings of different children, some hands with names on them, one in particular catches both of your attention "Sophia". You know that for Daryl it was a hard blow not to find the girl alive, he put his own life in danger for her. Now you understand many things, Daryl has been trying to be close to Carol since you left the camp, with Ed out of the picture, the Alpha was trying to claim her as his own, those little details with her proved your theory, plus the complicity between them. Now Carol was gone and Daryl seemed mortified by it. It hurts you to see him like this, but it hurts you even more to feel selfish. Daryl has caught your attention ever since he showed up at the camp with his brother, yet you've always shielded yourself from the Alphas, trying to be indifferent, to not make yourself noticed, but Daryl managed to seep through your skin and those little gestures, those little moments that showed you he would never be like his brother, those things made your feelings for him grow stronger.
Which reminds you...
"I'm going to the bathroom." You tell him when you see him open a drawer pulling out a bunch of diapers and some new bottles. "Maybe there's something in there for Hershel, we need clean bandages, antibiotics..."
"'kay, but be careful." He asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod and walk away down the hall.
Actually your goal isn't medication to ease Hershel's pain. You need something for yourself. You open all the drawers, of course you take everything that might be useful, but you don't find what you're looking for.
"Come on..." You whisper, in your backpack you have no more, you need to find a full box. "Oh thank God." You gasp when you find it.
"What's that?" your heart stops when you hear Daryl's voice next to you.
The Alpha walks towards you, with two long strides he reaches you and snatches the pills out of your hand. His eyes widen and travel from you to the box and back to you. Omega hormone suppressants. Anger begins to bubble under his skin, everything makes sense now. His confusion with you, your different, but not too intense scent, your flighty looks.
"Yer an Omega..." He hisses angrily, you lower your head feeling his scent abruptly impose itself on you making you moan.
"I need them Daryl..." You tell him wanting them back, but Daryl abruptly pulls away.
"No." He roars throwing them to the ground, stomping on them angrily.
"No! No, Daryl, stop!" you try to stop him, but he grabs your neck pinning you against the wall. Nervousness and fear mix inside you with helplessness and anger.
"Ya ain't need that shit... Why are ya hidin' who ya 're?"
"Why?" there is irony and anger in your voice. "Because I'm an Omega, who was traveling alone, in a group with unclaimed Alpha men, I'm... I'm like a fucking bullseye. I wasn't going to let just anyone come up to me and touch me."
"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl assures you, releasing you and putting some distance between you.
"Oh no? Oscar and Axel are Alphas, Rick has lost his wife, but he's an Alpha too, you..."
"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to ya." He cuts off your words feeling his body tremble as he imagines himself with you.
"And how do you plan to do that?" you fold your arms, still angry, but you feel your heart racing.
"I'm gonna take care of ya. I won't let anyone touch ya, no one will hurt ya." He promises you, but his gaze flicks to the ground and his brow furrows as he looks back at you. "But ain't take that shit again." You can't add anything to defend yourself, Daryl turns away to continue on with your main mission.
The effect of the last suppressant you had taken wears off faster and faster, your real scent surfaces, sweet, smooth, a hint of cinnamon and peach that makes Daryl dizzy for an instant. He has never smelled anything like it before. His gaze is riveted on every move you make, you've reached the kitchen where you find powdered milk and the man has caught a possum. He has promised he won't let anyone hurt you.
But he isn't sure he can protect you from himself.
The journey to the prison is tense, every touch your bodies receive your skin tingles, now that you have nothing to quell your own instincts the closeness of the Alpha is harder for you to deal with. The same happens to Daryl, if he was already curious about you believing you to be a Beta, now his inner animal demands to study you closely, to learn your scent, to discover your heat cycle. And claim you.
Daryl stops the bike as you pass the massive prison gates and growls angrily when his mind throws that possibility at him. No, he's not going to do it. Because you don't want to belong to anyone, it's been made clear to him, you've been hiding from all of them so they'll leave you alone. You are clearly not interested in being anyone's Omega. Your essence doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, but it's clear that Glenn and Maggie already knew that. Now Daryl understands why you traveled with them to get drugs whenever they had to leave the farm.
Hershel awakens for a few moments from his unconscious state so that you all breathe a sigh of relief as he has not transformed, on the other hand, Maggie and you take care of preparing a bottle for the little girl who has no name yet, the baby travels from Beth's arms to her brother's and to Daryl. You are surprised when you see the archer hold the baby with great care, whispering soft words to keep her calm, cradling her in his arms, seeming to be afraid she might break at any moment, but he doesn't let go. Maggie gives him the bottle and Daryl doesn't hesitate to give it to her, the little one drinks hungrily mumbling in the arms of the man who smiles in a sincere way. His gaze travels between his companions before settling on you. His smile doesn't falter, but you both feel a shiver run through.
Seeing Daryl show up with Carol in his arms hurts. It hurts you more than you want to admit. Of course you're glad Carol is alive, you'd never say otherwise, but for a moment you believed Daryl's words when he said he'd take care of you. Now that the Omega is back with the group, you doubt very much that the Alpha has time to waste on you.
"Y'knew that, didn't ya?" Daryl asks Carol when they are left alone in the woman's cell.
"That she was an Omega girl? Of course I did." Carol is tired, a little dizzy and dehydrated still, but she knows her friend needs to talk.
"Why didn't ya tell me when I asked y' about her that night?"
"Because it wasn't my obligation. I didn't want to force your decision to claim her."
"She ain't want to be claimed." He mutters feeling the tips of his ears burn.
"Is that what she told you?"
"She was takin' suppressants, I think it's obvious that..."
"I think it's obvious you don't understand anything." She laughs a little but Daryl frowns. She didn't want to be claimed by just anyone, Daryl, the world for the Omegas has always been hostile, now add a world that has fallen apart and those few laws that kept us safe are no longer worth anything..." she explains and Daryl looks down understanding Carol's words.
"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to her..." He whispers.
"I know." The woman smiles and closes her eyes feeling tired again.
Things at the prison slowly seem to be stabilizing again. Hershel is healed, with his crutches he is walking around the prison block and garden with no problems, the baby, Judith, is growing healthy and strong, you still have enough food for her, Carol has regained her strength and Rick has come to his senses. With each passing day it seems that this place can be called home, Rick has started work on a part of the garden to prepare a vegetable garden and an area for animals, to have some more food in case supplies start to run low. Oscar and Axel have made a place for themselves within the group, although there is some reluctance with them, but they have proven not to be very bad people. You and Daryl are back to where you were before your essence completely invaded his brain. The treatment between you is polite, there are fluent conversations and others perhaps more forced, you laugh and share some time taking care of Judith and Carl, but you have not talked about your condition again, about the suppressors. Even Rick was surprised when he discovered your true nature, but said nothing.
That morning you feel mortified. The change has started in the middle of the night. You began to feel the sweat building up on your body with increasing speed. The hot months are starting to take their toll, the prison is big but it's like a greenhouse, which makes the feeling more stifling. But you know it's not just that.
It's your heat.
You've been blocking it for months with the suppressants you were taking until Daryl forbade you to go on them and now your heat is hitting you hard. You feel your whole body tremble, your sore skin protests at the slightest touch. You have to get out of there, you're standing guard with Beth, you know she's not a threat, but you can't stay there, if you detect the scent of any of the Alphas inside the prison....
If they sense you...
Daryl startles on his cot, cold sweat runs down his back, he gasps looking around as he's not sure what's going on. There is something in the atmosphere that is weighing him down. He feels a strange warmth all over his body, an alarm screaming at him that something is wrong. He rises like a spring grabbing his crossbow, leaving the cell, he is walking down the stairs when he sees Carol also out of her own cabin, they share a glance and the woman nods her head. Daryl's heart skips a beat and he bolts out of the cellblock.
He freezes for a few seconds, the sun beating cruelly on his eyes, but when he is able to focus his eyes, he immediately discovers what it is that has him upset. Near the orchard Rick is preparing is you. Lying on the ground, trembling, panting, you hug yourself as if trying to control yourself. Oscar and Axel are getting closer to you and that disturbs the Alpha even more.
Instinctively he roars, his essence as a dominant Alpha is triggered. He raises his crossbow and fires one of his bolts at the two men. He does not intend to kill them, but the arrow crosses between the two men with a menacing hiss. They stop and turn to see him approaching at a slow but determined pace, his footsteps are heavy, he frowns and breathes heavily through his nose. The aura that envelops him is intense, dangerous, commanding. Daryl has never let his instincts go off like that, but he promised you he would protect you, and that's what he's going to do.
"Stay away from her." He growls in a hoarse voice as he reaches the two prisoners.
"She's an Omega, anyone has a right to claim her." Oscar speaks earning a death glare from the archer.
"Not anyone. She doesn't want to be claimed. Beat it."
"Look at her, she's wanting it." This time Axel speaks, Daryl's gaze goes to you, they are a few feet away still far away, they only see that you need to relieve your heat, Daryl sees your pain, your overexertion to control your heat, he sees the desperation, the rage, everything he felt when he watched his mother succumb to her instinct before his father. "She needs an Alpha to fuck her hard while marking her." Axel's voice reaches Daryl's ears again like a rasping whistle.
Axel is the same height as Daryl, Oscar is quite a bit taller, but the archer doesn't mind at all. He's ready to knock them both down if he has to. He clenches his fists ready to fight them, cuts them off towards you and growls once more.
"I told ya two to get the hell out... I won't say it again."
The two prisoners brace themselves, but before they can be conscious, Axel is knocked out on the ground and Oscar takes a punch to the chin that leaves him sitting on the ground. Daryl may not be that big, but he is agile and lethal. He snaps furiously before turning around ready to help you. He knows he has to get you out of there.
When he reaches you, your strong scent stuns him for an instant. His instinct wanting to take over. He feels his whole body screaming to put you against the ground and do what Axel has suggested before Daryl knocked him to the ground with one blow. He grunts, he can't do that. Controlling himself he leans into you touching your shoulder, you jump and groan, your skin hurts desperately looking for someone to ease your pain in the broadest sense of the word. Daryl feels goose bumps on his skin as soon as he makes contact with yours. The warmth you give off envelops him and your scent intoxicates him, but he knows you must be going through something similar.
"L-listen to me..." He says in a deep voice. "I'm gonna get ya out of here, can ya move?" he tries to be as rational as possible. You shake your head and hug him, trembling.
"H-Help me, Daryl, please..." You cry, feeling your whole body react to him.
"Believe me, I'm tryin', but ya ain't makin' it easy for me." He sniffles and bites his lip. "I'm gonna get ya up, I gotta carry ya to the bike." Again he tries to control himself as best he can, you crawl up until you are totally glued to him, that doesn't help him at all with his self control, but it does help him to lift you off the ground and carry you to his bike.
Hugging his body Daryl gets up from the ground with you in his arms, luckily his bike isn't too far away. Carefully he releases you so you can both get on the vehicle and he rests your hands on his waist.
"Hold on." He asks you but tenses when your hands land on his crotch. "Not there. I know it's hard, but try to control yerself." He asks you grunting as his own control is starting to fail.
"I'm sorry..." You whisper against the skin on the back of his neck and Daryl rips away from there.
He can't say he knows why he brought you here, he was just looking for a place where you could feel safe and before he is aware, you are in the kindergarten where you found everything you needed for Judith. Carefully he helps you off the bike, every rub or movement hurts and bothers you, the smell of the Alpha makes you dizzy and you feel your insides quiver, getting wetter, getting ready to receive him, but Daryl is not going to do any of that, you know that.
He's already made his choice.
He guides you to one of the empty rooms, grabs the children's mats, stuffed animals, some pillows and lays everything out in a hurried but orderly fashion. He is preparing a nest for you. He helps you settle into it and strangely you feel better, but when Daryl tries to move away, you hold him back with you.
"Don't go... don't leave me, please." You beg, hiding your face in his neck.
"I'm sorry, but I promised ya I would help ya and... I... I need to get away so I ain't hurt ya." He wants to make you understand, but you shake your head.
"Daryl, please...I need you." You cry against his shoulder, your body burning.
"Listen to me..." He tries to make his voice calm, but you don't listen. "Omega, listen to me." His presence suddenly changes, his authoritative voice, his instinct seeping inside your head causes you to come to. You look up at him with wide eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, relieved to see that you seem to react. "I have to go, at least until you calm down. If I stay I'll do something we'll regret later." He hones in and you close your eyes, a tear escapes from them but you nod.
"I-I understand... I'm sorry, Daryl..."
"I ain't gonna leave ya 'lone, I'll be back, but I gotta talk to Rick 'bout this, but I'll be back, okay? Just... try to lighten up a little." He says but he feels stupid, he knows it's not going to be that easy for you, but if he gets his hands on you now....
It hurts him to see you suffer like that, he doesn't understand why the Omega's fate is so cruel, so tied to his most primal instinct. He snorts in frustration and leaves you a knife nearby in case some Walker shows up or another Alpha can detect your scent. Not without hesitation he leaves you there, heading back to the prison, he needs to talk to Rick, tell him about your heat, explain that you'd better stay away from there until you calm down. There are several Alphas without a bonded partner and it could be dangerous for you.
When he arrives at the prison the first person to greet him is Carol, but inside the block everyone is gathered, as if waiting to see you both show up together. The white-haired woman's brow furrows and she folds her arms.
"Where is she?" she asks behind him, your name making Daryl flinch.
"I've left her somewhere safe..."
"Alone?" Rick's surprised tone speaks for the rest of the group.
"I needed to get her out of here, it was dangerous, I'll come back for her when she calms down..." He tries to justify himself.
"She's not going to calm down, Daryl." Carol speaks again. "She's been suppressing her heat for months, she must be in a lot of pain."
"Y'think I haven't noticed? It's the best I can do..."
"The best you can do is reclaim her, you idiot." The woman scolds him again and Daryl falls silent, he feels the tips of his ears burning as the stares of the rest of the group fall on him. "Have you really not noticed? Even you knocked out Axel and Oscar..." She says amused when she hears him growl looking at the two prisoners who instinctively back away.
"Don't talk to me about that soul mate stuff, because it's bullshit."
"It's not... sometimes it happens." Hershel interjects, moving slowly on his crutches. "They're isolated cases, it doesn't happen often, but they do exist. An attraction you can't control, a constant connection, the feeling that something is missing when the other isn't around, you've felt it, haven't you?" he looks at Daryl who swallows hard, his skin twitching because he knows what he's referring to.
Of course he's felt it, from day one, your different scent, the constant need to know where you were, your gazes meeting because you couldn't help but look for each other, your zeal, how he woke up that morning overwhelmed knowing something was going on. But no, that can't be it, his memories as a child still haunt him.
"My mother said my father was her soul mate, that they were meant to be together, that it was true love." He says angrily, clenching his fists. "There wasn't a single day when he didn't beat her, when he didn't abuse her, when he didn't abuse her just because she was an Omega and she...she let all that happen...and when she died..." He bites his tongue lowering his head, everyone falls silent, understanding his story. "No, that ain't true love..."
"You're not your father, Daryl. You protected her to begin with, you took her away so no one would hurt her. You haven't even touched her." Rick tries to reason, but Daryl shakes his head.
"Not for lack of wanting to...she...it hurt me to see her like that, she wouldn't stop shaking..."
"Daryl, she needs you, she came to see me apologizing." Confesses Carol fed up with her friend's doubts.
"What?"
"She thinks you chose me." A laugh escapes the woman and Daryl stammers uncomfortably. "She feels as strongly as you do about her, but she thought you were willing to bond with me, I think she heard us that night you were standing guard..." She reminds him and he lowers his head, embarrassed.
"Shit..."
"Daryl, go back and get her." Rick orders him. "Don't let her suffer anymore. Neither of you deserve it. You're linked believe it or not. We've all noticed it from day one." Rick came later to the group and even he could tell how the Alpha's essence blended with yours that didn't seem to be defined by anything in particular.
"If you don't do it, we will." Oscar then speaks and Daryl's gaze turns dark.
Daryl returns to the kindergarten leaving the bike hidden as he has done the other times. He needs a moment to calm down, his heart is racing and his knuckles hurt. He looks at his hands, discovering blood still on them, maybe he shouldn't have hit the prisoner so hard, but he had brought it on himself. He sighs long sigh getting off the bike to go back inside the kindergarten. His whole body reacts as he enters the place. Your smell is getting stronger, more intense, you're out of control and he's having a hard time holding it in. Daryl walks to the room where you are waiting for him and the smell is much stronger there. He gets dizzy, he needs a moment to focus his gaze on you, his nose burns at your deep scent. When he manages to look at you his whole body tenses. You've stripped off your clothes, suffocated, aching, needy, your hands try to soothe you, your fingers move all over your skin, you gasp and moan low, your thighs clench, you're leaving a wet spot on the mats Daryl has left as a nest. He grunts in despair. He can't hold back any longer.
His growl makes you look up at him, your body jerks harder as you see him shed his clothes to move closer to you. You shrink back into yourself, since Daryl has left your mind has wandered making you see and feel the man even though he's not there, now you don't know if he's a hallucination again. You hate that feeling. You hate being an Omega dragged down by your own impulses.
"I'm back..." Daryl says, his voice hoarse.
"No... no, please, stop it..." You gasp through tears and the Alpha freaks out for a moment. "I can't take it anymore..." Daryl hesitates for a second, it's clear that your heat is playing with your mind.
He kneels in front of you, his body over yours, trapping you but not laying on top of you, just keeping you protected under him. He bends his head and his forehead rests on yours, closes his eyes and growls low, his Alpha scent intensifying, mingling with yours, enveloping you both. He needs a moment, his whole body trembling over yours.
"Listen to me, Omega." His voice sounds authoritative, trying to bring you back into yourself once more. "I'm real, I'm here."
"Da-Daryl..." You look up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes filled with tears, desperation and need captured in them.
"That's right, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of ya." He purrs against your ear.
Daryl leans over you, kissing you. At first it's a soft, gentle gesture, just his lips pressed against yours, but when you sigh and kiss him too, everything intensifies. Daryl's mouth traps yours in a more demanding kiss, you kiss urgently, maybe not the time or place for this, but neither of you are indulging your more conscious side. Daryl traps you against the nest, his hips move against you rubbing your bodies together, you moan against his mouth feeling your body react to his caresses, your legs wrap around his lower back as he bites your chin before moving down your neck, kissing your skin, feeling the heat grow more intense between the two of you. Blinded by your own needs all your instinct is what controls your every action. Daryl strives to mark every crease of your skin, he licks, kisses and bites wherever he reaches pulling delicious sounds out of you that manage to make you blush, as you move your hips rubbing against his growing erection, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter thinking about feeling him fully inside you. You moan loudly as his mouth closes around your sensitive, attention-deprived, completely hard nipples, Daryl licks and sucks as he stimulates the one that has been out of his mouth's reach, plays with it between his fingers, squeezes and pulls on it producing spasms of pleasure that run through your body.
"Daryl!" you moan his name once more, his fingers caress your skin, your core, gasp against your nipple as you feel his fingers slide seamlessly between your folds.
"Yer so wet..." He grunts he lifts his head to look at you as his fingers play with your pussy, without touching your clit they run along your slit, soaking in your fluids, parting your folds, groping the entrance to your vagina which clenches wanting him to fill it at last. He snorts seeking some control, he wants to bury himself inside you as much as you want to feel him, but he doesn't want to cum, he wants both of you to enjoy as much as possible. "I'm gonna make ya feel good, girl." He confesses in your ear before sliding down your body.
Daryl untangles your legs from his waist to drape them over his shoulders, he spreads your thighs apart and his tongue runs all over your pussy. He hums in pleasure as he tastes you on his tongue, further clouding his senses.
"Ya taste so good..." He says hoarsely and attacks your core again, his lips catch your clit, sore and forgotten making you cry out in pleasure, desperate, tangling your fingers in his hair.
You cum in his mouth as his fingers work their way inside your cunt, his tongue collecting your fluids dripping down his chin. The rut is pushing you over the edge and any caress gets you to spill. Daryl doesn't mind, he catches your taste again and again, his fingers dilating you, stretching your insides, as his mouth tortures your overstimulated pussy, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your vision blurred.
But he too has a limit and his cock throbs aching, needing attention, leaking pre-cum, swollen, reddened. He gasps pulling away from your pussy, licks his lips and pulls his fingers from inside you, strokes your lips and you open your mouth obediently, licking his fingers, sucking, tasting yourself on them, moaning low. It's more than he can bear. He spreads your legs apart and guides his cock rubbing against your entrance before thrusting and feeling you clench around him. You share a moan of satisfaction as you finally come together. Something you had been wanting for a long time. Daryl begins to move slowly watching his cock as he moves in and out of your tight core, as he engulfs it wanting to hold it inside you. Slowly he increases the speed of his onslaught, tightening his grip on your legs, watching you arch and moan under his body, the wet clash of your bodies mingling with your heaving breaths and gasps.
"D-Daryl! More... harder...!" You plead with him when you're able to find your voice.
"Is that what ya want, babe? Ya wanna me to tear ya apart?" he growls against your ear and you nod in desperation. "I'm gonna fuck ya so good that tomorrow ya'll cum at the memory of it." He whispers in your ear and you moan rolling your eyes.
Daryl pulls away just long enough to move you over and get you on all fours. He leans your body forward so he has your hips raised and holds you by the waist ramming back inside you. The new deeper angle elicits a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You hold on to the pillows adorning the nest, moving your hips in time with him, making his thrusts deeper, more intense, taking you both to the limit.
"I-I'm going to cum, Daryl I..." Again you are unable to say a sentence in a row, but he feels the same way.
"Me too, baby..."
"Please, I want... your knot..." You gasp and Daryl tenses for a second. His body leans over yours, his hands resting on the floor, his cock barely moving inside you. You groan in frustration at the sudden stop.
"What? Tell me, girl. I need to hear it." He whispers huskily.
"Daryl, please..."
"Tell me, Omega." He roars, demands and thrusts hard a single time, you moan feeling it hit your cervix making you see stars.
"Cum inside, Alpha, I want your knot!" You moan unable to disobey his commands and Daryl has to overexert himself not to cum at your words.
"Is that what ya need? Ya need yer Alpha to fill ya, right?" You nod desperate. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna knot myself up and I'm gonna put our puppies inside ya." He says gritting his teeth, starting to move again and you moan in desperation at the thought.
"Yes, Alpha, please!"
"So desperate... so needy..." He gasps against your ear once more. "Mine..." He grunts and thrusts hard again as he bites down on your neck viciously, unable to control himself any longer.
You cry out in pain, but the pleasure quickly overtakes you, the base of his cock swells and snaps inside you, stretching your walls stretching you out throwing you into a new orgasm that tightens around his cock, Daryl moans and grunts feeling himself cumming.
"That's it, milk me, every drop of cum is making our babies." He whispers and your body shudders once more.
It takes several minutes for Daryl's knot to disappear, keeping you in that position a little longer. When the Alpha manages to move he hisses at the sensation as he pulls out of you, a thin trickle of cum trickles out of your cunt and he can't help but smile proudly, he has filled you so good. Carefully he lies down next to you, neither of you say anything, the effect of the heat has subsided a little, your minds are more aware. Daryl glances sideways at you, your body still trembling, you're cowering, turning your back to him, his bite, His Mark is seen on the back of your neck, through the tufts of hair. A sob puts him on alert and he feels himself suddenly fall from his own state of ecstasy.
"What...?"
"I'm sorry... I tried... I wanted to hide it, but..." You cry and shrink in on yourself more. Daryl feels his heart stop for a second.
It's been a mistake. Damn it, he knew. None of that true love stuff exists, none of that soul mate stuff is real. He's taken advantage of your weakness and marked you as his when you didn't want to be. Fuck, he swore he'd help you and he's been the one to condemn you.
Suddenly he feels a heavy, deadly rock lodge in his stomach, preventing him from speaking, from moving, he can only watch as you cry and tremble.
"I know you had chosen Carol, I didn't want to get in the way, Daryl I'm so sorry..." You cry again and the Alpha's pained expression turns to surprise.
What?
You're crying because you think he and Carol?
"God, ya almost gave me a heart attack." He says letting out a sniffle and covers his face with his arm before sitting up. "Yer stupid."He says and your body visibly tenses and he regrets using those words. He's certainly not the most delicate person to say things. "I mean Carol and I don't have anything, we're just friends..."
"What? But I... I heard you two talking and you always seem so worried about her... when she disappeared, you..." You stammer and look at him sideways, afraid, Daryl smiles moving closer to you, he hugs you leaning you against his chest, you immediately snuggle against him, feeling like that's the place to be.
"We're friends..." He repeats. "Maybe I even felt the need to protect her because she reminded me of my mother, of what she went through... but I could never look at her the way I do with ya." He confesses and strokes your hair. "From the first day I saw ya, I felt a connection with ya, I didn't wanna believe it but..."
"I-I also felt something different when you were around... it never happened to me before..."
"Tell me... Do ya believe in soul mates?" he whispers without stopping caressing your skin and you feel your heart start beating very fast again.
The End.
Okay first at all, I'm sorry I made it longer than I expected but I couldn't stop writing.
Anyways, I hope you liked it!!
See you in the next stories!!
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Hi! Could I request a Alpha! Daryl Dixon and Omega!Reader? I'm so in love with your writing it's fantastic! She's a very shy/timid omega, although she's 27+ years old and still virgin? She was waiting for her truemate which she finds out after a while it's Daryl? Although he knew all along, he was just giving her time to ajust. Fluffy and smutty. Please?
Worth The Wait
Alpha!Daryl x omega!reader
Daryl Dixon x plus size reader
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He knows what she needs even before she knows it herself and he is more than happy to give it to her.
Warnings: age gap (reader is in her mid to late twenties and Daryl is in his mid forties), smut, first time, lots of fluff, mentions of character death and walkers but no real angst, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, risk of getting pregnant
WC: 3.1k
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You knew since the moment you presented as an omega that the only person you would take into bed would be your alpha, your soulmate, your one true love. People had laughed at you before but now, after the fall of civilisation, they just felt bad for you.
The world had ended, every day you risked death, either by starvation, exposure, sickness, other humans or the walking plague. People took pleasures where they could but still you held fast. Maybe it was some silly pipe dream, the only thing that kept you tied to the old world.
Of course, you would remain a virgin forever considering that most of the world was dead, walking or not. Sure, Maggie and Carol tried to get you to at least think about going out with one of the many alphas or even betas that worshipped the ground you walked on since you were one of the only omegas in Alexandria.
But still you refused. You held your head high, holding onto the hope that one day you would find them. Until that day, you would settle for pining over the grumpy archer that took special care of you.
Daryl was an alpha through and through. Big, incredibly strong, territorial, and protective over his pack. He only bent for Rick, and you. Since you had met in the prison after Woodbury had fallen, he had always looked out for you, making sure you had enough food and water. And when you got sick, he almost went rabid trying to get the medicine that would save you.
You rarely left his sight. And if you did, he immediately went in search of you to make sure you were ok. There was a brief period of time where you thought he could be the one since he was so attentive and possessive over you but he never showed interest when you went into heat or he experienced his own ruts. He had never even scented you like the other members of the pack had done when you joined them.
So, you believed he saw you as just another pack member, the only remaining unmated omega after Beth’s death. He protected you and cared for you the same way he did with Carl and Judith. But you couldn’t help watching him as he worked on his bike, the way that his muscles flexed beneath his leather vest, how his tanned skin shimmered with sweat. You were enamoured by the way he growled when something went wrong or how his blue eyes sparkled behind the wall of greasy hair that always covered his face.
You sighed as you watched him, leaning heavily on your hand as you looked out your kitchen window. Daryl was digging through your shared garden, making sure that all of the plants he had found for you while out on a run were growing healthy and strong. “You know it’s rude to stare.” You whipped around, hand held up to your heavy chest in fear.
“M-Michonne, I didn’t hear you come in.” Your head bowed in submission for the alpha. “Y/N. How many times have I told you, you don’t need to do that.” She raised your chin with a slender finger. “I know. I’m sorry, it’s a force of habit.” You replied bashfully, avoiding her piercing brown eyes. “So, Dixon?” Heat creeped up your face and you turned away bashfully. Michonne chuckled.
“He’s obviously interested in you. Go for it.” She nudged you with her shoulder. “I can’t. I made a promise to myself and I don’t want to break it.” You closed in on yourself, arms crossing over your plump tummy as your gaze dropped to the ground. “Why do you not let yourself be happy?” You shrugged but remained silent. “Just think about it ok. Even if he isn’t your true mate, he’s a good alpha.”
You nodded shyly. “Ok, I’ll think about it.” Her hands rubbed up your arms in a comforting motion. “Now, do you want to come hang out with Judith for a while.” You smiled brightly, your inner omega preening at the prospect of caring for the pup. “Yes please!” You scurried to the backyard, leaving the laughing woman standing in your kitchen.
“Daryl!” You called out to him. He spun around quickly, holding up his little spade like a knife but relaxing when he sees you. “Whaddaya want?” Your pulse thumped loudly in your ears at the sound of his raspy voice but you shook it off. “I’m goin over to the Grimes. I’ll be back later.” He opened his mouth but you predicted his next words.
“Michonne will be there, I won’t be alone.” He glanced at you warily before nodding. “Your dinner’s in the fridge!” You called out as you ran back into the house, leaving the archer smiling stupidly behind your back as he watched you practically skip through the garden.
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Judith squirmed as you held her close to your chest. You purred quietly, rocking her back and forth in the little nursery that had been set up for her. Soon enough, her little pink lips were parted and small snores filled the room. You swayed as you moved slowly to her crib, carefully laying her down in the center and tucking her under a thin blanket.
You stroked her chubby cheek, making the little girl sigh and snuggle closer to the warmth of your hand. “You’d be a good mom.” Rick was leaning in the doorway, smiling fondly at his daughter. “I don’t know about that.” You answered shyly before laying a kiss on her forehead and backing out of the room carefully. 
The older alpha laughed quietly and shut the door behind you. “You don’t have to babysit her every time you come over.” He placed a large hand on the small of your back, guiding you back down the stairs. “She’s just too cute to resist.” “Except when she’s screaming her head off at night.” You laughed and nudged him with your hip. “Just give me a call and I’ll take care of it.”
“Do you want to stay for dinner? Carl wanted to cook tonight.” “Oh no,” You started, gathering up your coat and lacing your boots, “Daryl gets anxious if I’m out past dark without him. Besides, I’ve got kitchen duty tomorrow morning and you know Carol likes me there early.” He nodded, helping you slip your jacket on.
“Let me walk you home at least.” “Thank you Rick.” 
Dog greeted you at the door, happily wagging his tail as you slipped inside, trying not to make too much noise. “Shhh, quiet boy.” His wet nose nudged your hand. “Go lay down.” He huffed, giving you a stink eye before turning his back and stomping off, presumably to Daryl’s room. 
You tip-toed into the kitchen, going immediately for a glass of water. As you leaned against the sink, sipping from the cup, you spotted something hanging off the back of one of the chairs. Your hands skimmed over the soft leather, delicately tracing the scuffs in the fabric and the dirty wings on the back.
Daryl rarely took his vest off for anything. You practically had to fight him to even get him to shower a month after you settled in Alexandria, even then he wouldn’t let you wash it. A heavy smell filled your senses as you brought it up to your nose. It smelled like cigarettes and the forest after a rainstorm. 
A tugging in your chest made your eyes widen. You teared up and Daryl stepped into the room.
“W-why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice broke as your omega cried out in pain. His eyes went wide as he smelt your distress. “Ya deserve better than me. I wanted ta give you a chance to choose your mate instead of bein stuck with me.” He took your hand in his. “You were always what I wanted.” You cupped his cheek, brushing his silky hair from his face, dark blue eyes hidden and he sighed, eyelids fluttering shut as he leaned into your hand. 
“I’ve waited a lifetime for you alpha.” Strong arms wrapped around you, bringing your soft body to his broad chest so your head laid in the crook of his neck. “I would’ve waited forever for you.” He nudged your face up with his nose, giving you time to refuse him. When you didn’t waver from his gaze, he kissed you.
And the world clicked into place. His chapped lips met yours perfectly as he tightened his grip around your thick waist and you clutched his shirt tightly, savouring the warmth that radiated from him. Arousal curled in your belly as he growled against you, nipping your bottom lip. You moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.
Your arms wound around his neck, bringing your bodies together, his thick erection poking into your tummy, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, goosebumps following his every touch. “Alpha.” You moaned as Daryl began kissing down your neck, nosing at the junction between your neck and shoulder, where your scent was the strongest. 
“We don needa do this tonight. We can wait for ya heat.” You shook your head, refusing to let go of the alpha. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.” He kissed you again, this time much softer, barely brushing against your lips. “C’mon then.” His fingers laced with your own as he lead you back to his room in the basement. 
“Go on get.” Dog gave his owner a stink eye as he jumped off the bed, letting you plop down on the spot he vacated. Daryl locked the door and strode back over to you, stripping the ripped plaid off as he did. You took that as your cue to take off your own shirt, leaving you in just a too small bra which you quickly unclipped. Your arms crossed over your generous stomach but Daryl stepped forward to pull them away. “Ya beautiful. Too beautiful.” He dropped to his knees, settling himself between your plump legs.
You were so glad that you had started to wear skirts on hot days because now, there was almost no barrier between your flesh and Daryl’s plump lips. Big hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling them apart so he could get closer to your core, his nose nuzzling against the already soaked fabric of your panties. He gave a tentative lick to the wet spot and you fell back on your hands, giving out a whimper. “Oh Daryl.”
With quick movements, he pulled your panties down your legs. You shivered as your cunt was exposed to the slightly cooler air of his room. “Ya alright with this?” His eyes were back with lust and he looked at you like he wished to devour you. “Yeah please.” You breathed and he surged forward, fingers digging into your thighs.
He laid a small kiss to your clit before moving downwards, tongue circling your entrance, pushing in only when your hand threaded through his hair, trying to bring his face closer to you. Your eyes fluttered shut, legs wrapping around his head to keep him in place. You ground against him, urging your mate to go faster. “D-Daryl please.” You moaned as his tongue fucked you faster, his nose rubbing your clit. 
A growl rumbled through his chest. The alpha was ravenous for you, needing you to soak his face before he even thought about knotting you. He had waited so long for this, everything about you drove him wild. But he needed you to want him, not be with him out of some instinct. Your fingers grip his hair, your breath hitching as the knot in your stomach wound tighter. He moved higher, taking your throbbing clit into his mouth, letting two of his thick fingers slowly enter you.
“Oh fuck!” Your back arched up from the bed at the slight burn of his fingers but then the calloused tips hit that spongy spot inside of you that you always struggled to reach. His beard scrapped the sensitive skin of your inner thighs but you relished the pain, loving each scrape and burn he was giving you. “Alpha gonna cum.” You whined, thrashing around, both trying to escape his mouth and push further into it. 
His free arm moved from your thigh to your lower tummy, using his strength to pin you down. “Keep still.” His voice was dark. A shiver rolled up your spine at the pure dominance of his tone and more slick coated his fingers. Your breath was now coming out in pants as you climbed higher and higher, you cried out. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” “Cum for me ‘mega.” The alpha groaned against you, his own hips gyrating into the bedspread, trying to get some relief to his aching cock.
“Daryl!” The pleasure crashed over you, your voice calling out, cracking from the force of your orgasm. You slumped back against his pillows, eyes fluttering shut as his scent surrounded you. The clinking of a belt broke you out of your afterglow. Daryl’s face was red and shiny from your slick. His dark jeans were pulled down his hairy legs, exposing the multitude of silvery scars along his pale skin.
His fat cock sprang up, slapping against the thick trail of dark hair that lay below his belly button and ended at the base of his dick in a dense forest. Your mouth watered at the sight of the deep purple head, beads of premium already leaking from it. His big hand wrapped around himself, squeezing tightly to calm himself down.
“Ya ready for me?” You nodded frantically, spreading your legs to expose your dripping center. “Words omega or ya won get anythang.” “Please alpha! I need your knot!” He climbed over you, taking the time to kiss and lick up your salty skin as he worked his way back up to your mouth, kissing you deeply. “If ya don tell me ta stop, I’ll claim ya.” 
You cupped his fury cheeks, forcing his blue eyes to meet your own e/c ones. “I want to Daryl. I wanted you before I knew you were my alpha. Take me.” Your lips brushed against his, wrapping your chubby thighs around his waist. The tip of his cock rubbed against your entrance.
The kiss deepened as he lined himself up, his fat head prying open your tight entrance. You whimpered against his lips as pain shot through you. You were being stretched more than you thought possible but your insides were quivering as you found yourself being filled for the first time. Daryl groaned as you dragged your nails down his back, leaving red welts in your wake.
He stilled when he couldn’t go any further, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing harshly. Nothing had ever felt this good. Like this was where he was meant to be, completely at one with his mate. All he could feel was you, you consumed him. Taking over his every thought, every dream. Everything he did was for you, everything he was, everything he could be, belonged to you.
“Alpha please.” You hiccuped, rolling your hips upwards to get him to move. A growl vibrated through his broad chest as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward, burying his cock inside you once more, his tip rubbing your cervix. He tried to be gentle, he really did but the way that you moaned directly into his ear and how your sweet, flowery scent invaded his senses, drove him insane.
“Oh god!” You screamed as he began to punch into you. Your entire body was being pushed up with the force of his thrusts, your head coming dangerously close to slamming against the headboard. Daryl leveraged himself up, gripping the wood above your head tightly, driving his cock even deeper inside you.
You tried to meet his thrusts but they were too strong, making your mind go blank with pleasure. “Ya want my knot mega.” The breath was knocked from your lungs with a particularly powerful thrust but the clenching of your pussy told him everything he needed to know. “Yeah that’s right. Ya mine. My good omega.”
You shattered below him, your orgasm coming out of nowhere. Your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy and the alpha lowered his head as you reached your peak, his teeth clamping down on your scent gland, taking advantage of your fucked out state so the pain wouldn’t be overwhelming. You smiled dumbly, feeling the first trickle of a bond between you.
Daryl kept shoving into you, now desperate for his own release. You nibbled on his earlobe, his dark hair tickling your nose. “My alpha. My perfect beautiful strong alpha. I love you.” You moaned into his ear, urging him to take what he needed from you. “My love, my heart.”
He roared, the vein on his neck pulsates as he twitched wildly within you, his knot expanding rapidly. With one last powerful thrust, he shoved the tough ring of muscle inside you, making you scream from the wide stretch. “Mark me.” He grunted. “Wha?” He moved his hand from the headboard to the back of your neck, guiding you to his own mating gland. “Claim me.” Sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to hold off his end.
With one last side-ways glance, you mouthed at his neck, giving a little kitten lick to his skin before opening up wide, and sinking your teeth into him. “Fuck!” He shouted as he exploded deep inside of you, his cum warming your tummy.
Both of your breaths got steadier as your bodies cooled. Daryl wrapped his arms around you so he could roll over, bringing your leg up over his hip for a more comfortable position until his knot went down. You delicately brushed the hair from his face, peppering kisses against his cheeks. A small smile came over his lips, a smile he only gave to you. “I’m so thankful it was you.” You whispered, not wanting to break the calm atmosphere of the room.
“Ya too good for me but I’ll take care o ya. I promise.” You shook your head. “All I need is you.” “Yer perfect.” With one last kiss, you laid your head against his chest, letting the exhaustion of the day take over your body and drifting off into the best sleep you’ve had in years.
Daryl watched as you fell asleep, still clutching him tightly. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he never could. And now you were here and you loved him. He hugged you closer, and just watched you, sleep being the furthest thing from his mind. And as the sun rose, casting your body in a golden light, he whispered. “I love you more.”
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Tattered: Growing Pains
A SPN ABO Fan-fiction Series
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Featuring: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Dean
Word Count: ~3250
Warnings, etc: Dean has discovered he’s into her being pregnant. Sam and Dean tag-team smut. Oral, knotting, there’s lots of bodily fluids, but also a bath tub. Breeding kink, possessive and jealous Alphas. Nesting, pregnancy problems.
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Six months later
Dean
The thing about hearing other people’s thoughts—- or even just having their emotions running through your head, well, it makes it really fucking easy to see their point of view. Especially after sensing the way she felt about me and Sam both. So— yeah, I decided to be the bigger man. But; really, it came down to Sam accepting that, truemate or not— I was just as much her Alpha as he was.
It hasn’t been the easiest, but it sure beats the alternative.   
It's almost time to start moving into the Barn when I smell the change on her skin. Bobby and me have been busting ass all winter to get the place up to code and habitable. I didn't realize we were working on a deadline, but life’s always had a way of biting me in the ass.
       I gather her up against me, rubbing my belt against her middle as she leans back to squint at my face. "What?"
       I shake my head and go all glassy eyed on her, because she is actually glowing a little. And if she doesn't realize it yet, I'm not gonna be the one to say anything. I admit I'm slightly tickled to have this kind of secret to keep for a while. 
      Maybe even a little smug, too.
      Sam's been working with Garth and some folks on the inside at Roman Enterprises to figure out the how's and why's to zapping the fucking face-munchers back to where they came from. So far it's been all surveillance and research, but everybody knows the time to act is rapidly approaching.
        Now, we have another reason to get back home in one piece. Hell, maybe even reasons.
         "Nothing, just looking at ya."
         She rolls her eyes and swats my chest, reprimanding me. She kisses me quick, but deep and goes back to hauling in the rest of the groceries. I can't wait to see Bobby's face when he finds out he's gonna be a grandpa. 
         God, might even make him cry.
          I drive to the Barn because though the weather is finally turning for the better, it's a cakey, mucky mess out there and I don't really want to spend five minutes cleaning my boots before I get to do the final walk through.
         The plan was once the chompers were dealt with, we’d let her loose to nest. But I think it's time. Circumstances have changed. And we probably should keep her as busy as possible while she's still willing and able to put in the manual labor.
          Fuck, I wonder if Sam knows. It's not like I can hear a heartbeat yet, it's just a chemical thing. Or maybe Alpha's intuition. Who knows and I don't really care how—- I just know what I know.
          The entryway is wide and empty for now. We kept stone as the primary material for the floors, maintaining the rustic feel. But I talked Bobby into wisely installing a heating system beneath the decorative tiles. Warm and cozy like.
         The staircase is wide and angular, nothing ornate, but sturdy. The kitchen and first floor bath branch out to the right, making for a southern exposure for a lot of natural light. The den and the office/library take up the left side, which once held the farm equipment and animal stalls. 
         Bobby ensured the built-in bookshelves would make Sam pop a nerd boner.
          I take the stairs two at a time, rushing to see if I can parcel out the upstairs living quarters with some pocket doors or just keep it predominantly one large room with only single smaller rooms on each side, backed by the ensuite bathroom on one side and the walk-in closet on the other.
        I don't think we were ever gonna need this much closet space so I start measuring it out, thinking nurseries don't last forever and that eventually we'd need space for toys and then privacy after that.
        Maybe we hadn't thought this through after all. I think about calling Bobby out here, but it's probably too early to be making such adjustments.
        Should wait 'til she's been to a doctor or something. 
       Still, makes me worry that the house isn't really ready. Or that could just be me.
Two weeks later
         I get back from the hardware store just after sundown and all she's sending out is colors and WANT. Sam's easier to read, he's between her legs, the only dessert he really allows himself.
          I leave my keys on the hook by the door and unlace my boots. She's excited that I'm home. Sam's happy she's happy. He's also damn pleased with himself and I can almost smell her once I start climbing the stairs.
          I start shrugging out of my shirts as I enter our room. She's face down, ass up and Sam's on his knees, holding her open as he drags his tongue up and down her seam.
         He groans when she sees me, and I can smell how her slick is already changing.
          "Taste good, Sammy?"
          "Better than ever," he agrees, before dipping down and sucking on her clit. She squeals and fists the comforter. 
          She's got a steady chant of 'mate mate mate' going in her mind. I sidle up to the edge of the bed, let her nuzzle my junk— just to hear her purr, before I back away and undo my belt.
           She's the only one naked so far, but I'm not letting that last. I need to feel her. Fucking breed her all over again. God, she's gonna be so hot in a couple months. I can't wait to taste every inch of her, feel her thicken and plump fuller.
           She whimpers, either Sam's doing his job or she's hearing me. She likes it when our mouths are on her, especially if it's to get her open for our knots— or to clean her up afterwards.
            With her—with us it's been a little bit of everything. She wants both— she gets it.
          Sometimes she makes us watch the other, eye fucks us as she rides the other brother. She's fucking vindictive. But she knows her power, can't be angry about a confident Omega. 
          And now that she won't be needy and in heat so often—- fuck she's going to have both our balls in a vice grip.  She gasps and comes all over Sam's chin. He growls and keeps going, making her squirm until she comes again, loud and screaming his title.
           I'm stroking myself nice and lazy now, going to stretch this out. Make her a pile of sagging joints and sticky skin before calling it a night.
          "Can you smell it? What a good Omega we've got?" I ask without asking.
           "Can fucking feel ‘em in there," Sam agrees.
          I lean over the bed to where she's limp and warm. Kiss her hair and brush it back so I can get to her ear and breathe out, "you feel it, honey? Us growing inside you?"
         She whines and then asks, all sleepy, "Pups?"
         Sam and I share a look and a shit eating grin. 
        "Yeah, baby, you're fucking glowing with them," Sam confirms, hands soothing up and down her haunches.
        "No wonder you've both been so damn happy lately. And handsy," she taunts, slipping away from Sam's touch and rolling up to her pillows in the middle of the bed.
         She aint wrong. But, damn, didn’t think I was all caveman about her having kids until it actually happened. Now it’s all I can think about. I crawl after her up the bed, drag myself up her body, feeling the way she shivers from my body heat. I cage her in, box her in with my forearms and settle against the cradle of her thighs, hard and in no hurry.
She plays with my hair as I look down at her dazed expression, gather her up so I can slip my arms underneath to hold her head in both my hands. Nudge into the hair at her nape, getting her eyes to droop further closed.
“How’s my girl, huh?” I breathe against her lips as she smiles, just a hint of one really and she's reaching for a kiss. I hum against the familiar give of her mouth and drag her bottom lip in for a little nibble. 
Sam’s off in the bathroom. I can hear him rummaging around, smell the salt she likes to use as he fills up the tub. He gives me this, just holding her, feeling her soft and supple in our bed. I kiss her, smirking as she tries to make it dirtier than it needs to be.
She’s fucking perfect.
I peck my way down her chin, drag my nose up her jaw, just to lap at that spot behind her ear. She’s itching to move, I can feel the tension build as I take my time, hold her tight, pinned by my hips and elbows. 
She whines as I suck on her pulse, and sighs as I kiss it better.
Love this shit, love riling her up.
But she's sneaky, and just as I start to lick over to the other ear, she's got me in hand, clammy fingers squeezing and stroking. I gasp more than growl, of course she clocks it and fucking purrs.
"We gonna get dirty or what?" she teases.
"Don't want Sam's hardwork to go to waste," I agree, pulling her knee out and rolling my hips to really get at her. She drags up her other leg and lets me slick myself up. I tune everything else out, it’s just us right now. Just heat and wet and home. And me sinking inside her, her opening up to keep me close, and fuck it, I’m getting sappy here.
“Dean,” she moans my name, not my title, not some random endearment. My name and I just let go. I fuck her into the bed, hard and desperate, needy. All the while looking down at her, seeing her face and those eyes I can never hide from, just wrecked from it all.
Pride surges through me and I thrust deeper, letting my knot kiss her entrance, without letting it all go. I wanna keep drawing this out and if I focus on her, I won’t let her take me over the edge. I hover over completion— seeing her blissed out and mine.
So mine.
I snarl and clamp my jaw shut. Close my eyes and breathe. Force myself to use my upstairs brain and keep her throat out of my mouth. She’s mine, ours, I don’t need to reclaim her. She’s already got the best part of me anyway—- growing and safe.
My eyes snap open cuz she’s squirming to change positions, sitting us up so she’s in my lap, bouncing and kissing me all over. God, it’s perfect.
Every thrust she falls harder on my knot and I’m seeing spots, cross-eyed from the pleasure. “The water’s gonna be cold if we—,” I warn as she adds a swirl to the movement of her hips.
“Carry me,” she husks out, voice thin, but firm.
I lose it, slamming her down as my knot pummels inside her. She clutches to me with everything she has. When I can think straight, I feel myself leaking out of her, down my sapped nuts and onto the sheets and still she pulses around me, milking me for more.
I laugh and sigh, forehead on her shoulder as she wraps her arms around me and squeezes. I never want to move.
She murmurs in agreement, kissing my neck and just being that sweet side of her, the tender Omega that she kept hidden and protected for so long. I flex my toes behind her and start scooting us to the edge of the bed. 
Sammmy’s been patiently waiting in the ensuite and I really should thank him. Maybe even ask for a spotter, but I manage to stand with her locked around me, her arms like snakes wrapping around my head. With every step I tug against her internal grip and we’re both whining at the strain by the time we reach the tub.
Sam’s shaking his hair out from a shower, and I make a point of not noticing his unsatisfied knot while I try to set her on the edge of the tub. Sam does a good job of suppressing his jealousy around me, but I always know. And it’s not personal, we’re beyond that. It still happens. 
“Don’t look at me like that, it was her idea,” I gripe, trying not to rip out of her as I bend at the knees.
Sam huffs, probably giving her a bitch face, but she just shrugs and gasps as I step carefully into the tub.
“Easy,” Sam warns, like I’m not fucking going slow and steady.
She hugs me tighter, and I feel more of our juices slide down my thigh. Sam’s at her back now, holding her shoulders as I lift my other leg and twist us into the steaming water. We go down with a huge splash, but no one’s bleeding. So there’s that.
She sags against my chest, just letting herself relax with the warmth.
“Thanks, Alpha,” she says and we all know she means Sam.
Sam hums and pulls her hair out of the knot she had on top of her head, rubbing gently at her scalp. I never figured out how he does it without hurting her, but maybe it’s a trick having stupidly long hair taught him. Maybe he’s just got a better angle from space.
She sighs into his touch and smiles up at him with closed eyes. He bends down and kisses her. And I’m just a chair at this point.
Okay, maybe Sam’s not the only one who gets jealous.
I rub her thighs and use my fingertips to scrub our efforts off her skin. When my knot starts to soften, she leans back and gets her hair wet. That’s when Sam gives in and joins us in the tub. More water gushes over the sides, but I installed the walk-in shower at a pitch, the drain’ll do its job.
We take turns cleaning her off, and she takes turns kissing us stupid. We whisper sweet nothings about her body, our pups, the way she smells. I’ve never been so damn happy in my whole life.
Of course, it can’t last.
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What no one tells you about morning sickness is that morning has NOTHING to do with it. It’s like nausea for being hungry, your body is YELLING for nutrients in a more drastic way. Or at least that’s what I’ve been dealing with for the past six weeks since we figured out what we got ourselves into.
It’s been fine, really. I mean, I knew it was inevitable. The chance of birth control standing up against two claims and ALL that sex was pretty much wishful thinking at this point.
It’s just, we’re still on high alert with the Leviathans. 
Dean’s letting me decorate the nursery, which is really just a branched off nook to the master bedroom. I still can’t believe all the work he and Bobby did to make this place so gorgeous. It makes me a little weepy just thinking about it too long, honestly. But don’t tell either of them, because they get all smug and start primping about their skills.
Yes, both of them.
Then there’s Sam. Who has, by far, been the worst. He checks my vitals, scents me constantly and has read more about the birthing process than probably half of the medical field. He’s relentless about my diet, my hydration, even my generally chaotic sleep schedule. If his protectiveness wasn’t so hot— I’d have stabbed him by now. 
I still come pretty close when he raises his eyebrows when I sneak a sweet or two.
Dean’s on my side though, so tough titties for Sam.
I’m walking barefoot between our room and the babies’, relishing in the feel of the transition from reclaimed wooden floorboards to the cushy give of the soft gray carpeting.
I’m measuring the windows for curtains when the first pain shoots down my side, as quick and centralized as a ripped off bandage. I gasp and pull my arms down, rubbing the area through my shirt. It ebbs before I really think about it, moving on to the next wall where it’s a double window looking out towards the long forgotten cornfields.
It’s warm on the second floor this time of year, and we’re not around enough to leave the air conditioning on yet. So I huff a little and write down the width and height before stepping back and surveying the space. Blinds and curtains or just curtains?
I’ve never had my own space like this— never been able to choose how it takes shape. Another gift this house gives me. And I’ve found so many already: stability and hope, space and privacy, freedom, but mostly it gives us roots. 
A true homebase.
A sense of safety and rightness has begun to creep into the everyday. My reflexes are slowing, even though I’m still on my feet and ready to assist on a hunt at a moment’s notice. Not that they’d let me in the field, now. Assholes. But I feel the ways I’m changing— we’re changing and I can’t really complain about the softer edges to us all.
I get another spasm just before dinner, nothing quite as alarming, but this one holds out longer. I’m rubbing my side again when Sam comes in with the bag of Chinese. Dean’s right behind him with a case of gatorade and a six pack. 
Both of them gawk at me and I roll my eyes, take a deep breath and let them settle themselves down. One tiny bit of pain is not the crisis they’re thinking it is.
I take the bag out of Sam’s massive hand and start setting the white cartons out on the table. Worrywarts.
Bobby
The doctors can’t figure out what’s wrong. Something about weird body chemistry or mixed results from all the damn tests they’ve put her through the last week and a half. They’ve got her in a room, hooked up to monitors and saline drips. And still she’s struggling to keep a steady heartbeat. And the pups— well, they’re monitoring them too.
She won’t let me tell the boys. Not until we know something. But every instinct in me is screaming that those idjits need to be here for her, should be the ones holding her hand and getting the doctors to listen right.
I’m not her dad, but I’m the pack Alpha. I gotta do something.
They better just finish the Leviathans once and for all, because I’m not sitting on the bench for my health here. She’s been quiet today, pensive. Almost like when she was a kid.
Or younger. I didn’t know her like that until she was already hunting, damnit, in a way that these kids were never kids.
We’re not letting that happen again. Not if we can help it. I tell her I’m grabbing a coffee, promise to bring her something from the cafeteria. Just need to stretch my legs and get out of  my head. 
Make some calls.
Because we know a thing or two about things that these white coats don’t. And I’ll be damned if I let my girl go down without checking out every stop along the way.
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ladykailitha · 4 months
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Happy Wednesday!! Could I have soulmate au pls?
WIP Wednesday! Make me write!
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Dustin and Lucas glanced at each other and then each held out their hand to Steve. He took each of their hands and allowed the two boys to haul him to his feet.
“How close do you think you have to be to stop it from burning?” Dustin asked Max.
Max shrugged. “My mom and Neil aren't truemates so I don’t know for sure. But a hell of a lot closer than cemetery to the lake.”
Dustin nodded. “Would Skull Rock be close enough?”
“Or even just driving past the lake might work,” Lucas suggested.
Steve hugged them both. “I’ll visit him tomorrow, we just need to get everyone else together to discuss what happened to Max.”
They all nodded.
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luckydragon10 · 10 months
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Ascension: Take Me Higher (KP Fanfic
So, @nuwildcat stumbled across a "public claiming" tag when she was loading up a new fic. And she decided to tell me about it and infect my brain with it. Four days later, I had a new fic in my hands.
Filth... just... this is just filth. Let's go!
Ascension: Take Me Higher (7412 words) by LuckyDragon Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Porsche Pachara Kittisawat/Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun Characters: Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Big (KinnPorsche: The Series), Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn, Tae Taechin Lerttravinont, Jom (KinnPorsche: The Series), Tem Temtran Piangvanic, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, POV Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Alpha Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakun, Omega Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, Feral Behavior, Beta Big, Beta Tem, Minor Tay/Time, minor Big/Tem, Public Claiming, (public claiming is the tag that started this all), Exhibitionism, Mating Rituals, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Public Sex, night club, Fight Club - Freeform, Sex Club, all kinds of club life apparently, excessive worldbuilding for smut, BDSM, Bondage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Knotting, truemates, standard dubious consent warning due to ABO heat/rut, but consent is clear and communicated
Summary: There’s a nightclub in the heart of Bangkok that caters to alphas and omegas who are on the cusp of their mating cycles, where scents roil and roll through the air in a hazy cloud of pheromones.
It’s a place to dance, fight, and fuck, a wonderland situated high above the intrusive realities of the world.
Welcome to Ascension.
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