I've been rereading "Not Your Baby" over and over again because it's such an interesting plot. An omega x omega? I had my brain running wild and I just wanted to ask a few things. If these are things you'd rather leave to the thought of the reader, that's okay, I just love it so much that I keep theorizing.
Is Oliver really an omega? Or are we the enigma version of an omega?
Did Oliver switch the suppressants and inducers to make us go into heat?
Did Oliver have something made to alter his scent to make us react to it?
When he almost bit down on our scent gland during the movie thing, was he really hoping we couldn't make a fuss? What would even happen if he bit down on the scent glands if he's an omega?
weee I'm so glad you liked it!! I've always been soooo intrigued by the potential of omega x omega
Most of these answers aren't set in stone because I never want to detract from anyone's interpretations but this is just my interpretation of this AU :)
Oliver really is an omega! Reader is considered an unusual omega for sure lol just because of how comfortable they are with their status and how they choose to 'own' it so to speak
He did! I implied it (badly probably lmfao) that once Oliver started coming over more often he start dosing Reader's food. Hence having pills instead of the shots (which is what the club would rather him take since there's less risk). It's why the heats were becoming more frequent for Reader
I don't think Oliver did anything to alter his scent. In my mind, it was more of an association with Oliver's scent with familiarity + Isagi for Reader. Sort of conditioning Reader to think about Oliver more and keep him in her peripherals rather than in the back of their mind
Oliver was absolutely hoping Reader would abide by social etiquette in that instance. He tested it out at the movies to see what reaction he'd get and it was milder than he expected so he figured why not try his luck lol + for me, Oliver would've initiated a bond bite with Reader. Depending on the story, I enjoy the idea of an alpha being able to just arbitrarily bite a potential mate but usually, I tend to write the AU with the caveat that anyone can initiate a bond bite regardless of status. The potency will change based on your status (but not too much). It wouldn't be a completed bond but Oliver enjoyed the idea of having a mark on you that you couldn't talk yourself out of because who in the world would believe you let your guard down enough to let someone you don't like bite you? It was just another layer of manipulation he wanted to wield because he's a sick bastard
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Unlike TikTok, writing 5,000 words for a fic does not happen in 6 seconds or more. Weekly updates are from a writer who spoils you and is passionate about their story. Donât kill the passion by demanding for more and not appreciate whatâs already given.
2. The DC Conundrum
Many writers on this platform hail back from the ff.net days where dark content is a norm, not like TikTok where even death has to be censored or you could get flagged.
Despite that, writers are doing you a service by sharing fic warnings despite how it may take away from a plot twist or a big reveal. However, thereâs a fine line between sharing warnings and downright spoiling our own work. Heed the warnings, donât be a dick. If you donât like it, donât read it. Learn how to filter your own content, too, while you're at it.
3. The Wild Algorithm
Unlike TikTok, Tumblrâs FYP is not in your face and you have a choice to not view it. Content often gets buried a few days after itâs posted without reblogs or comments to keep it alive.
4. Passive Content Consumption
Ties back with point #1. If youâre only sitting back and reading works without supporting the writers, they canât spend 6 seconds to conjure up a fic. Writing takes time, editing, proofreading. Tumblr is a book club, not a delivery service.
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If an opinion isnât asked for, donât give it. Many writers choose this craft for their own enjoyment and to share a thought or story about a beloved character to those who love them, too. If an opinion is asked? Be kind when you share it across to them. No one likes their hard work to be shat on by someone who doesnât understand the time and effort it took to create this piece.
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Donât ruin the experience for those of us who are still here. Do your part to make fandom better for everyone.
when kafka said âyou wouldnât believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted itâ and when brontĂ« said âif you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slaveâ and when Sartre said âif Iâve got to suffer it may as well be at your handsâ
fwb!yuuta x female reader. prone bone sex (yes again I love that position sue me). there's mentions of rough sex/bruising and eating pussy. and yandere shit like locking you in a basement. he hasn't done it (yet) but... anyway. oh and Nobara and reader are eating food. Nobara is yuuta's number one hater <3 there's a mix of present tense and past tense, past tense is when the entire scene is in italics. Title is lyrics from âemergency contactâ by Pierce the veil
âHe what?â
You wince as youâre met with Nobaraâs screech right beside you, and choose to ignore her outcry coupled with the clattering of dropped chopsticks. You punctuate your willful silence with another mouthful of noodles, and Nobara continues to gape at you with an accusatory stare.
Itâs âgirls nightâ as she so eloquently (forcefully) declared naught but a few minutes ago, showing up to your shared apartment with takeout and a mission.
Said mission?
Getting you to quit seeing that situationship of yours, Yuuta Okkotsu.
Itâs not that he is a bad guy per se; heâs incredibly polite, with a voice and countenance so sweet and timid anyone would find him charming. But he gives Nobara the creeps. She swears if you ever turned up missing, his basement would be the first place to check.
(The second time she said that to you, your first thought was to wonder if his basement wasnât so bad a place to be).
You donât have it in you to confront the fact that sheâs right: Yuuta is weird.
Outwardly, there wasn't actually anything weird about him when you first met. He's handsomeânot 'People Magazine's Top 100 Sexiest Men' handsome, but handsome enough to get your attention. He dressed inconspicuously, stuck to the back of classrooms, and kept mostly to himself. But he had friends, that much you knew from the times you'd seen him around. And he was always kind: opening doors for you, offering you a smile, and later sticking around and chatting with you as acquaintances would, once you got more friendly. He wasn't exactly serial killer material; not to the exaggerated level that Nobara had placed him in the very first time you ever mentioned an interest in him. Sure he was a bit of a loner, but that wasn't a crime.
It took a few more intimate encounters for you to find that Nobara's intuition wasn't far off. Despite her disinterest in them, she's never wrong about men, it seems.
Itâs the eyes.
He has this stare that roots you in place, that makes the bones beneath your skin feel like the layers around them arenât thick enough to hide away from him. You wonder if he can see the reds and yellows of your bone marrow beneath the layers of compacted calcium.
Just that deep, endless blue looking down at you makes your knees too weak to stand. As confident a person as you are, you're reduced to a newborn fawn, struck down to the earth with no strength in its feet. Those first few moments where you're bare beneath him it's like you've never taken a step and are too afraid to. But the fear has never pushed you awayâin fact, itâs only drawn you nearer to him, your body a willing addict as it asks for more, more, more.
It's like a person who's afraid of heights becoming addicted to skydiving. The fear is there, it's heavy on your chest when you look down and out of the plane. But you come back and make the jumpâover and over, the adrenaline and fear a nitrous; an incredible blood rush.
Perhaps any other prey animal would feel skittish in the presence of a predator such as him, even if he's tamed. But it doesnât work on you, not entirely. He makes your skin crawl but your heart race, like watching a horror movie from the comforts of the sticky, dirty seats of a cheap movie theater. The seats arenât remotely comfortable but the movieâs too good to tear your eyes away.
Besides, you wouldn't get up and dash out of a movie theater for being scared. The threat is contained. The movie isn't real, no matter how much adrenaline rushes through your veinsâat least, your mind is convinced that it can't hurt you. Because the serial killer or the scary zombie in the screen can't jump out at you, can't actually harm you... can it?
Anyway, thatâs what it feels like to be with Okkotsu Yuuta.
Everything he does seems to be both gentle and intense, purposeful and impertinent, yet mindful and considerate. Like he's apologetic for taking up space, for existing, but not so for feeling. He's unapologetically a bleeding heart, and he offers it to you. It makes for a dangerous combinationâa man with no self-preservation, but the most intense hunger imaginable. More than once had he compared his desire for you to starving. And you believe him, having felt the intensity of his feelings in the strength of his grip and the bite of his teeth.
Heâs never done anything to outright hurt you (not without your consent, anyway) but you donât doubt that he could.
âHe asked me to marry him,â you repeat the words after you swallow your noodles. The phrase feels like a foreign language on your tongue, sounds like your speaking through the bottom of a glass bottle. It doesnât feel real when you say it aloud, not like it felt when he whispered them to you this morning over your shoulder.
âHeâs fucking insane,â Nobara guffaws, incredulous. Like itâs the most ridiculous thing sheâd ever heard. âYouâre not even dating him.â
âI donât think he cares,â you reply. Thereâs this weird grin on your face, to Nobaraâs horror. Are you even entertaining something soâ
âHe should. He should ask you to date himââ
âWell weââ
ââdo normal shit like going out to dinner or somethingââ
âBut he does take me outââ
ââget down on one kneeâno, both his kneesââ
âNobara.â
ââfirst he needs to beg you for forgiveness for all those fucking bruisesââ
âBut Iââ
ââThen, he needs to promise to stay a hundred feet away from you for at least a yearââ
âNobara, thatâs ridiculous. Iââ
She holds up a finger. âIâm not done.â
Your shoulders sag as she continues:
âYou need at least a year of dating normal guys to remember what normal, not serial killer men are like. And then maybe Iâll allow him to breathe the same air as you again. Maybe.â
"He's harmless."
She quirks a brow in silence.
"Okay maybe not harmless, but he never did anything I didn't agree to."
"You know," she starts, as she picks up her chopsticks and starts picking up another pinch of noodles, "You were so innocent before you ever let crazy stick itself between your legs. Normal."
"I resent that."
"It's true!" She stuffs the noodles into her mouth, but continues talking. You've seen each other at rock bottom, so she's way past something as small as talking with her mouth full. "Before Okkotsu you hadn't even shown a guy your tits before. You were a virgin when you met him! Now he's got your wrists tied to his bed and got you calling him nii-sanâ"
You flush, "That was one time!"
"He's fucking weird! The hickeys you come home with are nasty, dude. What if he's a fucking vampire?"
"That'd be kind of hot."
"You're beyond saving," she sighs into her noodle carton. "No man's dick is that good." When you're silent for more than a beat, she groans. "Okay, even if it is, he's, like, two steps away from chaining you to a radiator or something. Some Ted Bundy shit,"
"That would never happen," you shrug, digging into your noodles once more, "Why would he wanna date me so bad if he just wanted to do some shit like that?"
"He'll Stockholm syndrome you into it. Don't call me when he's got you tied to a toilet."
You chuckle. "You don't know him, okay? He can be a little intense but he's harmless. Devoted, even."
She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, spare me the story about him eating you out the entire night on the first date, okay. I refuse to be jealous of you and him."
"It was amazing though," you grin like a fool. "I think he's more into eating pussy than sex."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Okkotsu supposedly being the world's number one munch asideâ" she ignores your chuckling, "âwhat did you tell him when he said that?"
"What, the marriage thing?" She nods, and there's a snap and fizzing sound as she opens a can of beer. "He was literally balls deep in me, what was I supposed to say?"
"Uh, push him off and run the fuck home, maybe? Anyone with sense would," she retorts as she takes a sip of her beer.
"But I like him."
That has her spitting out her beer dramatically. She is one for theatrics sometimes. "I thought you said you'd never date him."
"I've always liked him! He's just... intense, you know? It put me off before but..."
"But?"
Your thoughts fall back to the early hours of this morning, right before the whole 'marry me' sex thing, when you'd woken up first and got a glimpse of his sleeping face. His lips parted just a little, locks of black strewn across his forehead, an innocence about him that made all those intense, scary moments feel trivial. An unconscious arm around your waist as you cuddled up to his chest, prey safe in the arms of its captor. He'd never hurt you, he'd keep you safeâa feeling as soothing as it is addicting. You find yourself just as wanting of moments like those as you are of the thrill. Is there ever a moment that you haven't wanted to be in Yuuta's grasp?
As soon as his body began to twitch awake, eyes slowly blinking the sleep away, you had turned over and faced away from him, embarrassed at the way your stomach felt like worms when he stirred to life. The arm around your waist tightened, pulling you closer.
"You stayed."
His voice was thick with sleep, his warm breath fanning against the nape of your neck. Judging by the still dark sky beyond the windows, you'd maybe only fallen asleep for an hour or two. Your eyes widened at the realization that, despite sleeping together for several months, this was indeed the first time you'd slept in his bed after sex. It was what later prompted Nobara's 'intervention' of sorts: her fears that whatever you were doing with Yuuta had reached a point of no return.
"Is that," you paused to clear the sleep from your throat, "Is it okay that I stayed?"
"I always ask you to," he rubbed his palm up the curve of your side. "You can stay in my bed forever," he muttered as he kissed the bruise on your neck, a bite he'd left just a little while ago turning dark as the blood under the skin pooled. "You know I wouldn't mind."
"Yuuta." you angled your head as he continued to mouth at your neck. The way you said his name felt like a warning. Perhaps 'Down dog' would've had the same effect.
"I know," he leaned closer to your back, shameless as his length, hardened, pressed against the back of your thighs. "I'm a little stubborn though... and patient. For you, at least. I'll wait until you say yes."
He always said it like it was inevitable. The question of you agreeing to be with him, for more than just sex, was never a matter of if, but when.
And when he soon after pushed you down gently, propped your hips on one of his pillows, and fucked you lazily from behind as you hid your flustered face into your arms, he wondered if he'd finally had you. Because if he was stubborn you were downright impossible, always immediately rebuking his advances with an 'I'm not ready for a relationship right now' or some similar excuse. To which he'd tuck his tail between his legs and brush off the rejection, man up, and fuck you like he owed you the best night of your lifeâevery fucking time.
But today no such rejection came. He said he'd wait until you'd say yes and you didn't say no. When he soon after had caged in your body with his, his body entirely surrounding yours as he pressed you into his bed, he'd gotten carried away, spurred on by your first lack of rejection in months.
"I wanna marry you," he'd told you as he grinded his hips into your backside. The angle in this position was insane, you had to bite down on your arm to stop from moaning awfully loud. Yuuta wished you would. "I can't stand the thought of anyone else doing this with you. I think I'd kill them."
"Yuuta," you moan his name into his mouth, and it always sets him off to hear you say it. "Don't-don't joke around like-like that."
Despite your words, you didn't think he was kidding. And, you realized, you didnât think you minded if he wasnât.
A sound, something like a laugh, or maybe a breath of relief, tumbled out of his throat when you squeezed down on him in response. He'd angled your head to the side, to kiss you roughly, full of bite. You returned his kiss as his words made you a combination of afraid and excited. Would you ever get tired of the feeling?
Yuuta was like a rabid dog collared, restrained only by your previous rejections, and for a moment you wanted to know what all of him felt like. What would a Yuuta Okkotsu be like if he were set free, if he were given the ability to satiate this hunger? Would he finally consume you whole, or would he stop baring his raw, beating heart so desperately and relent?
"I'm not joking," he pulled back a little, just to rest his head against your nape. Every word felt hot as his breath warmed the skin between your shoulder blades. "Wanna be with youâmarry you, worship you, making a thousand and one babies if you want. Whatever you want, I'll do. I don't care how it sounds, I justâ"
"It sounds crazy," you replied, not a hint of malice in your words.
"I know, Iâ"
"I like you, Yuuta." You felt the way his body tensed up. "Just... slow down a little, okay? Dating comes first. Do it properly, yeah?"
He pushed up from the bed, pulled out of you and sat on his knees, a little dumbstruck. "What?"
You turned around to face him, sitting up to match his posture. "I like you⊠I think about you doing this with someone else and get jealous too⊠you scare me a little, but I like you. But we should date first, I think."
He looked like you broke him a little, but a smile broke out over his lips regardless. "Can I... be your boyfriend, then?"
"Will you stop talking about killing people if I say yes?"
A blush broke out over his face back then as he nodded, and color pools over your cheeks as you remember it, much later now, over noodles in front of your best friend Nobara.
"Yeah he's intense but I think it makes my boyfriend even cuter," you smile. âI donât want him to feel like that for anyone else⊠I like that heâs crazy about me⊠is that weird?â
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