If it's Alpha you shall want, then Alpha you shall have! Your choice as to who this applies to the most - Omega has just given birth to her and Alpha's first child, and while Alpha may not be the one to nurse, he's the one who designed the baby's room.
Katie! My dear! Thank you for the lovely prompt! Kid/pregnancy fics are well well well out of my wheelhouse, but I’m hoping I was able to rise to the challenge of your request!
Please enjoy these little nuggets of Clyde taking care of his Omega and pup!
Nesting
Alpha!Clyde Logan x Omega!F!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Pregnancy
Wordcount: 519
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It started when your scent changed again, something in his alpha clicked that it was almost time.
Clyde took the reins on this, being very vocal about what he liked and didn’t like, then offering you choices enough that you just let him. Your heart swelling with love and tears pooling in your eyes as you sat in a comfortable chair, his first purchase, and watched him work.
He color swatched the walls for you, having you sit as the light from the window shone in, watching you for any visual cues with his hand on your belly. Maybe your pup would make their preference known too.
When you relaxed and smelled warm and calm he’d make a note before moving on to the next project.
When it was time, just before you were due, he waddled you into the nursery. “Keep ‘em closed until I say when.” Guiding you by the waist, you felt the fluffy rug in the middle of the room under your bare feet, the tall carpet threading between your toes before he lead you to the seat you knew so well by now.
He took a final look around to make sure everything was perfect before stepping to your side, and crouching down. “Ok, ‘mega.”
Your alpha had provided for you. From hand making the crib, to the sweet mobile on top, Clyde had thought of everything. A matching dresser and changing table with everything you could think of completed the room adorned with little reminders of your bear of a man.
As you stood to take a closer look, he hovered nervously. Working his jaw as you ran your fingers over the bed linens, soft and smelling of him. “I didn’t make a nest, read s’not good for the baby to be alone in one.”
Chirping at him, you nodded. Pride swelling in your chest over his diligence and protectiveness.
Looking over a small shelf, there were pictures of your families and the two of you placed in mismatched frames that suited the color scheme perfectly. Under that were books with worn spines about raising your own brood and albums waiting to be filled with memories.
As you padded around the room, he watched you run the pads of your fingers over his work. Taking in what he had built for the two of you, the two he would take care of and protect for the rest of his days.
Pulling open a drawer, clothing you had bought or were gifted laid perfectly folded, tiny and sweet. One shirt in particular caught your attention.
A small black shirt of his favorite musician. “Looks familiar” you teased, carefully folding and returning it.
“Need the matchin’ set” he rumbled behind you, now pressed close to your back, arms snaking around your middle to rest over your bump as he pressed a kiss to the slope of your neck.
It was simple and warm, a burrow of sorts for you to nurse and your pup to sleep in when it was time. His nose filled with the scent of your contentment and satisfaction.
Hi my darling 💜 If you are still taking prompts and there is room, can I slip this little idea towards you in case it feels good:
So maybe Alphas are vocal and when relaxed, there is this deep rumble or purr at their chest. Omegas do this too, but it’s more rare and intimate, considered a very private thing and shared with only those closest to the Omega. For a Alpha of your choice, how about the first time they hear their Omega’s purr?
Thank you for considering this!
M! My dear dear friend!
Thank you for this absolutely wonderful prompt. I’ve been obsessed with A/B/O vocalizations and this is perfect! I need some alpha!Pero in my life right now, so please enjoy this little nugget. And thank you so so much for taking a moment to request.
Your Gift
Alpha!Pero Tovar x Omega!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O AU, Alpha/Omega dynamics
Wordcount: 500
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This first time the sound hit his ears, he froze. Rooted in the spot as the soft rumble hit his ears.
You hadn’t known you’d done it. In your bedroll fast asleep, he had seen you shaking, trembling under your threadbare blanket. The fire’s warmth not reaching your bones, kept you moving to stave off the air’s chill.
He couldn’t pull his eyes from you as you laid pressed to the ground, warming under the additional blanket and his own heat. Nuzzling the rough blankets and scooting closer, the purring steady and low, only for him.
If you had awoken in that moment, you would have seen the well worn scowl softened in the firelight. Shadows bouncing off the scar over his left eye, and the creases of his smile. A smirk at the gift you had honored him, an alpha you presumed did not desire you or want anything to do with you.
An alpha who kept his distance, much like the other mercenaries you traveled with. A mixture of betas and alphas who scoffed at your designation, eager to part ways with you when your heat rolled through.
However much you thought he disliked you, he did not. He waited patiently nearby, keeping you safe from any unwanted alpha’s drawn in by the scent of your slick and want. He provided when you least suspected, securing you extra provisions he had heard were to your liking.
The following morning you awoke alone, the space beside you still warm and heavily laden with the scent of leather, saffron, and the sea. You trilled with pleasure; stretching languidly, almost startling yourself with your own purring, hoping no one could hear you.
Bedroll in hand, you packed to leave camp. Approaching the source of the scent that permeated your senses. That followed you through your morning’s routine while you ate and washed in the nearby stream.
“I believe this belongs to you, Tovar.”
You approached carefully, confused as to why the alpha who avoided you had shown you kindness. However that confusion was quickly washed away, when in his hands he held a much softer blanket than his own, having traded in a nearby camp in the early morning light.
He thrust the blanket in your direction. “This should help keep you warm, mi flor.” As your fingers grazed the fabric, the low rumble he yearned to hear grew in your chest. Your omega unable to be contained, you stepped closer to him. The look of pride had overtaken his striking features.
“Thank you, al- Tovar.”
Calming waves flowed from you, washing over him. His eyes were heavily hooded and stance relaxed as you continued to close the distance. He imbibed everything you had to give him in this moment, the alpha in him preening at the gift your omega had given him. Unable to stop himself, his alpha rumbled in response:
“A la orden, omega.”
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Translations:
Mi flor - my flower (term of endearment)
A la ordern - at your service
Thia, I legit squealed when I saw your requests were open. 😍
I have a recipe you might be interested in:
4 cups of our sweet soft bby Clyde with equal parts New-to-town Reader with a bakery. Mix well before adding dry ingredients.
1 cup of Clyde with a sweet tooth like you can’t tell me that boy isn’t a connoisseur of cinnamon rolls. Beat until fluffy and fold in to mixture.
3 tablespoons of Clyde making everyone he knows try said baked goods and getting offended if someone doesn’t agree they’re The Best Thing Ever Made™️.
Optional: a pinch of Two Idiots In Love
Bake at 350 until a toothpick comes out clean. Garnish with a HEA. Best served with copious amounts of fluff.
Thank you regardless of if this strikes your muse or not! 💕💕 - @tlcwrites
Shannon! Thank you so so much for this amazing and super dang cute request! I will admit it took me a moment to get to because all I kept thinking about was @contesa-lui-alucard‘s beautiful Sip of Sunshine. Which if you haven’t read, please please PLEASE do. It’s amazing and just truly rocked my world.
So I can’t say this wasn’t inspired by that amazing fic, because that would be a lie but I hope I made it my own just enough and that you enjoy it! 💚🐻💚
Secret Ingredient
Clyde Logan x Baker!GN!Reader
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Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff!
Wordcount: 730
His tall frame was almost folded in half as he perused the case, leaning in close to take a good look at what was available. If he had asked, you’d give him everything you had and then some, but he liked to take his time. To really take your hard work into consideration, making sure to ask the right questions and always learning from the visits before.
“What are you in the mood for, Clyde?”
Your voice muffled behind the case as you knelt and scooted along with him. Your eyes occasionally meeting his amber orbs over caramelized breads, sugar coated cookies, or fluffy croissants.
Lips pursed, he huffed. Having taken serious consideration into what he wanted to get. What he had found he liked, like your cinnamon rolls. They were warm and perfectly sweet, the dough always baked perfectly through.
“So you like my cinnamon rolls?”
He’d been mumbling. The inside thoughts had somehow come out, along with a red flush that reached his ears, one of the tips barely poking out from his raven locks as his head was tilted practically horizontal.
“I- uh-”
You both startled when the bell over the door rang, Jimmy lumbering in with the familiar Logan gait. “I knew I’d find y’in here!” Clapping his baby brother on the back, the older Logan sidled up to the counter, wishing you a good day.
“Clyde keeps insistin’ I come have coffee and a cinnamon roll or an almond croissant. He also named off a bunch’a other stuff that only he and my little girl seemed to understand.” He smiled broadly as Clyde turned a shade of crimson you had only seen in cartoon. “So here I am.”
Your eyes darted from man to man, one looking mighty pleased with himself and the other staring daggers in his direction. A warmth crept through your skin as well, not at the brashness Jimmy came into the room with, but at the prospect of Clyde taking a moment to talk about you. Even if it was to praise your baking and your little café.
“Y’can’t just barge in here and demand a cinnamon roll, Jimmy. Take a look at the case.” Pulling his brother with him, he pointed at what was available. Talking time to explain the differences between the cream puff fillings and what made the use of day old croissants for the almond croissants an ingenious way to cut down on food waste and loss.
It was comical to watch Jimmy’s shit-eating grin pointed at Clyde who was nothing but serious, working hard to remind his brother that these were indeed the best pastries in town, if not the only ones that were a bit more than the usual.
Soon Jimmy’s gaze was pointed at you. The same look of satisfaction on his face when he saw you looking at his brother with the same dopey look to match Clyde’s. Oh boy. “Well, I sure hope these can beat t’apple turnovers from t’Grocery Castle.”
He had poked the bear on purpose. Ignoring the fuming man at his side, he turned to you and ordered.
Sliding the box of goodies across the counter, he thanked you, slapped Clyde on the back and walked out just as he had walked in. Clyde was beside himself, trying to figure out how to apologize for his brother’s insult when you spoke through his thoughts.
“So you really like my cinnamon rolls?”
“Yes,” he rumbled, eyes finally meeting yours as he raked his flesh hand through his hair. “They’re perfect.”
Flustered at his words, you couldn’t stop yourself. “I’m trying something new for the next season and was wondering if you would like to be my official taste tester and maybe learn how I make them?” you screamed in one breath.
It would seem that he also didn’t know what to do with himself as he just answered with a plain yes before grinning softly, the ends of his lips curling into a sweet smile that made your heart and belly flutter.
“Does tonight work? After I close the shop?”
Humming, he nodded. “It’s a date.”
“A date.”
If anyone had walked in, they surely would have seen two lovestruck fools peering at each other over tarts and eclairs. “Now where were we, Clyde? What’s striking your fancy today?”
You both kneeled down, eyes meeting over pastries and a little more.
hi thia ! 💛 thanks so much for writing these incredible stories 💫 may I pls request something soft / hot with alpha will? from the soulmate prompts, h...eartbeats (the soulmates share the same heartbeat—when one feels panicked, shocked, etc, the other can feel it too). ❤ [no pressure at all to write anything if this doesn't spark any inspo !]
My darling AnneMarie!! Thank you so much for this wonderful prompt! This has a little of everything, angst, softness, sexytimes. I do hope you enjoy. 💚🌸💚
Twin Hearts
Alpha!William Miller x Omega!F!Reader
Warnings: Illusions to canonical events, Teeny angst, Softness and Fluff, Non-Graphic smut, A/B/O AU, Soulmates AU
Wordcount: 622
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You had felt the panic and pain course through your veins, he knew he couldn’t hide it all. When he returned to you, sunburnt, bruised, and wounded from what was supposed to be “a couple of days” with his brothers in arms, he felt the relief, the little skip of your heart when you laid eyes on him.
His gait, always a casual swagger of sorts, carried him up the walking path through the door and into your arms. Holding him close, you pressed your ear to his chest to hear his twin beat. Your soulmate, your alpha, whose heart beat in time with yours no matter what.
“Did you miss me?”
“Hmm no,” you smiled before being consumed with dread. What if he hadn’t returned to you? Something had obviously gone wrong.
Hearts pounding, you nosed at the patch of skin under his ear, smelling of earth and iron. Too much gunpowder and sadness for your liking. Pulling him further into your home and closing the door, you lead him to the bathroom where you quickly set to filling up the tub and cast your clothes aside, looking at him expectantly to do the same.
Lavender and eucalyptus salts added to the water, “In.” This was a command, not a request and he could only obliged. Loving eyes focused on you as you followed, quickly straddling his legs, forever thankful you had splurged on a comfortable jacuzzi bathtub.
With deft fingers, you worked to remove the stress and pain of the last week as he patiently sat, sapphire eyes flicking around your features and down your body to where it dipped under the water. When you were done with his arms, he happily rested them on your soft hips, gently kneading with calloused and blistered fingertips, palms scraped and burnt.
Sighing he dipped his head to rest on your chest as you worked shampoo through his golden strands, his heart fluttering when you scratched at his scalp moving further down to his neck just skimming the spot that would make him keen and purr, a rumble escaping his chest as he relaxed into you. Lips skimming the skin of the valley between your breasts, kisses effacing the minuscule space remaining between you.
Your muscles slackened as his musk reappeared, his own gland red and swollen with need, inviting you to lap and nuzzle at it. A chirp of satisfaction escaped your lips as you worked the remaining skin you could reach, working the last of the tension from his body.
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“Doing so well, ‘mega.” Hair still wet and dripping onto your hot skin as he slid into you. His length thick and heavy, as he slowly worked his way in stopping when your pulses quickened. He liked it this way, controlled at first with your spread out beneath him fisting the wet sheets, now smelling of bathwater but soon something more.
Back arching as a small cry sprang from your lips when he reached the base and stilled long enough to dip his head into the slope of your neck. A smile tugged at his lips to see your Omega bared to him, gland swollen and practically leaking to pull him closer. Relief, happiness, need. “S’good.”
Pulling his hips back, a rush of slick coated him, filling the air with your deliciously heady bouquet. The scent only he was privy to with you like this, thighs spread wide fighting the urge to wrap around his bruised and wounded waist, fingers digging into his skin as your breath hitched in tandem. Snapping his hips, he felt the rush and quickened beats, working and building to a place where he finds his peace. The one that only you can offer him.
“My ‘mega.”
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