Omega! Male reader who is just a baker in Gotham. He has daily break ins which causes three known vigilantes to check up on the poor omega daily. Nightwing, red hood, and Red Robin. These three just straight up show in their civilian clothes and persona, trying to get to know you. But they show up on different days, the poor alphas don’t even know their other brother is showing up to met the sweet omega. Damian is getting annoyed and tired hearing dick talk about the omega that’s a baker down the city’s street. So Damian goes, and he’s hook when you talk to him about art and your adorable dog that you showed a picture of as he eats the delicious sweet treats. you are worthy to date any of his brothers.
Don’t know when this would happen in the main story so…one-shot? Yeah, one shot. Takes place after they get their HEA, assume the kids are safe at home and taken care of. Yay.
Jealous Varin One-Shot:
CWs: Public sex, possessive/jealous Varin, getting caught and still fucking anyway, creampie, heavy breeding kink language, Varin’s a lil tipsy, p in v, carry-fucking.
Omegaverse Masterlist
You weren’t one for parties.
After spending so many years of your life living in a tavern, struggling to sleep through the raucous noise each night, you didn’t quite see the appeal. That, and you weren’t a big fan of people in general—other than Varin and your children. They were alright.
When an opportunity came for you to get out the house and have a drink, you were reluctant to take it at first—yet the excited look in Varin’s eyes convinced you.
“Alright, fine. We can go out.”
As expected, the tavern was bustling with activity, smells of ale lingering in the air as music filled the room, the roaring fire of the hearth basking the room in a golden glow.
The two of you stood in the corner once you grabbed drinks, sipping your ale as you surveyed your surroundings; no matter how many years passed, your assassin’s instincts never left you, the secluded spot ensuring no one could sneak behind you. Yet as the night went on, you found yourself slowly able to relax.
“Why are priests allowed to drink?” You asked, looking up at Varin with a tinge of nostalgia; after all, you had met in a tavern just like this one.
Varin let out a chuckle, perhaps a bit louder than he intended. “They’re not.”
You smiled, the little haze in his eyes a bit more endearing than it should’ve been. “Why’s that? Too distracting?”
“Mmm…” he paused to try and remember; it had been quite some time since he followed the traditional restrictions of the priesthood. “Something about restraint, I think.”
You raised an eyebrow, struggling to hear him as the music grew louder; a violinist had gathered a crowd. “Restraint? What do you mean by that?”
“Well, you know…” he shrugged, leaning against the wall with a grin on his face.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”
“It’s…it’s like…” he grinned, his cheeks flushed. Despite being your mate for years, he acted like a giggly schoolboy explaining a dirty joke. “Like…control.”
“Control?”
“Mm…” he nodded. “Like…to maintain a Godly presence, to…um…I don’t know. Something about poise and presentation and whatever, I think.”
It was rare to see him speak so casually, the smile on your face wider and wider. You stared into his eyes, his gaze one of clear admiration despite his mumbling. “With how we met, I worried you’d be an angry drunk.” You reached up and tapped his nose. “But you’re adorable.”
“Angry? Me? Never,” he teased. “But you’re right, I should probably slow down,” he sighed. “I just like being around people. It’s exciting! I like music, and dancing, and…and I like spending time with you. So I’m glad you were up for this.”
You set your drink down, leaning close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath. “Dance with me, then.”
There was barely anything graceful about a tavern dance, yet you savored it all the same, your chest pressing against his. It didn’t matter how long you had known him, how long it had been since he bit you, how many children you had. In that moment, it felt as if you were falling in love with him all over again.
A lull in the music led to you wandering off to get another drink. You offered to bring Varin one too, but he abstained, still cautious as not to overdo it.
You approached the counter, ordering another drink. As you stood there waiting, you didn’t even notice the man beside you, looking you up and down.
You quickly remembered why you didn’t like going out.
“I didn’t know roses were still blooming this time of year,” said the man beside you, his words ever so slightly slurring together.
For a second, you didn’t even register that he was talking to you, assuming there might’ve been someone beside you. You fiddled with your coin purse, just so the money would already be on the table for the busy bartender.
“Here, let me buy you a drink,” the man beside you placed his hand over yours.
You pulled your hand away at a remarkable speed, immediately narrowing your brow. “Fuck off,” you spat without a second thought. It wasn’t the first time an alpha had come onto you in a public place, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.
“Ah, the rose has thorns,” the man was undeterred, somehow unable to sense you had been claimed. Maybe it was the fact your outfit covered your neck. Maybe it was the myriad of smells all mixing together. The most likely answer, however, was that the man simply didn’t care.
“But you know,” the stranger continued on. “That’s alright with me. I like a bit of a challenge.”
“And I like when idiots leave me alone. Now leave me alone, before I ensure your bloodline ends with you.”
“Whoa!” The man playfully laughed, holding his hands up as if surrendering. “What a charming young man you are. You know, you-”
“I’m sorry, is there a problem?”
You felt a calming presence as a hand rested on your shoulder. Behind you was Varin, wearing an uneasy smile; a smile you knew was only a mask for rage.
The man let out another nervous laugh. “No. No, not at all, I-”
“Because it sounded like you were giving my mate an awful lot of trouble.” Despite the warm expression, his slow, low tone sent a chill down your spine—if it were directed at you, you’d be terrified. Yet directed in defense of you…it was honestly a bit arousing.
Oh, he’s pissed.
“Oh, come on friend,” the man continued. “It was just a bit of fun! It’s impossible to tell with everyone in here, no harm in-”
Varin grabbed the man by the collar, yanking him to his feet. “See those?” He nodded towards some of the mounted animal heads on the wall. “Keep talking, and I guarantee he could turn you into one of those within a minute.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” the man stuttered, trying to pull away but Varin’s grip was stronger. “By the Gods, I get it, just let go of me!”
Varin didn’t budge. “You don’t need to apologize to me. Apologize to him.”
You watched as the man floundered out a pathetic apology to you, Varin holding him like he was a pathetic dog. Never before had you seen a man so humiliated for talking down to you.
This is fantastic.
Varin grabbed you by the hand, clearly still irate as he led you out. You simply looked back at the man and smiled, letting Varin take you wherever he wanted.
He led you into the night air, the sounds of the tavern quickly turning into a muffled collection of noise. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, grabbing your other hand. “Are you alright?”
“I’m perfect, actually. Thank you for asking,” you beamed; something about the way he had gotten so angry for you, so possessive and jealous…it was a feeling you didn’t mind reveling in.
“I know you’re capable of handling yourself," Varin continued, "but I just-I couldn’t stand-”
You yanked him closer, his body pressed against yours as his eyes widened in shock. “I liked seeing you get angry,” you whispered, your breath warm against Varin’s face. “In fact,” you pulled him even closer, your hard cock obvious even underneath your clothes as you leaned against him. “I really liked it.”
For a moment, Varin paused, unsure of how to respond. Then, the warm smile you were used to crept upon his face; only this time, there was just a slight hint of delinquency. He wrapped his arms around your waist. “Really? Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.”
He leaned in and kissed you, kissing you with little care if anyone saw. You shuffled towards the alleyway beside the tavern, adrenaline giving you ideas that went far beyond kissing him.
He undid your belt, holding your cock in his hand as he kissed your neck. “You liked seeing me jealous, didn’t you?”
You let out a quiet moan, struggling to keep your hands steady as you undressed him. “Yes,” you blurt out, cut off by a moan as Varin started to jerk you off.
“Is that why you’re all hot and bothered?” Varin rubbed his thumb against the tip of your cock. “Because you want me to take you right here? Claim you where anyone could see?”
You kissed him back once more, nodding your head. “Please,” you begged, your voice already barely more than a rasp. “Please fuck me,” you stammered, your pussy wet. Your heat still wasn’t supposed to come for a week, yet you had no problem getting aroused between your legs.
He let go, taking another look at you. “Turn around, spread your legs.”
You did as you were told, pulling your pants down and presenting your cunt to him. He got on his knees, spreading your ass and eagerly devouring your pussy as you leaned against the wall. “Look how wet you are,” he mumbled. “Tell me,” he said between licks, paying special attention to your clit. “Who does your cunt belong to?”
Never before had you heard him speak of you with such vulgarity, but his words were music to your ears. You struggled to stay upright as he touched you. “It-it belongs to you,” you sputtered, doing your best to stay quiet.
“That’s right,” he stood back up, planting kisses all over the bite mark that claimed you as his. You felt the head of his cock pressing against your cunt as he gripped at your sides. “Fuck,” he moaned, slowly pushing inside you.
He took his time, ensuring you’d feel every inch. He wrapped his hand around your cock once more, leaning closer but refraining from moving. “I think it’s high time I put another baby in you.”
His breath was warm against your ear. You bit your lip, feeling your body react to the thought, but staying quiet.
“You like that idea, don’t you? I can feel it.” He moved slowly, in no rush at all as he slid his cock in and out of you. He ran a hand up your stomach, “you’re supposed to be in heat soon anyway, isn’t that right?”
You nodded helplessly, pussy dripping around his cock. “Y-Yes, I-” your thoughts were interrupted by Varin starting to move, a moan falling from your lips.
“Good,” he leaned forward to kiss your neck once more. “Because I’ve made my decision,” he started to move faster, feeling his tip hit your g-spot with every stroke. “I need everyone to know you’re mine. Everyone to know who this cunt belongs to.”
He moved even faster, moaning into your neck. He pulled out, cock throbbing. “I need to see you, turn around.”
As soon as you did, his lips were on yours, hands trailing under your shirt to play with your nipples. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands moving to grab your ass.
“Hold onto me.”
You paused, taken aback as you let out a nervous laugh. “What?”
Before you could question him, Varin lifted you into his arms, lifting you up off the ground as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him.
Was he always this strong? Before you could question further, your entire body weight was slammed back down onto his cock, his hands gripping your ass tightly to keep you steady.
The thrill was undeniable; the cold, night air on your skin, the hum of patrons inside, the knowledge that anyone could catch you as you bounced on his cock. You struggled to keep your moans quiet, kissing him to keep your mouth occupied.
Varin quietly moaned your name between kisses, his cock twitching inside you. You tightened against him, everything quickly becoming overwhelming. You didn’t care who saw you, who heard you. You just let yourself succumb to pleasure, cumming all over Varin’s cock.
The feeling of you cumming made it impossible for Varin to hold back. He held you down on his cock, cumming deep inside you as his lips locked with yours.
It was only when you pulled away did you realize how insane the situation was. He gently set you down, both of you speechless as you stared back at each other.
“We…” Varin started, letting out a nervous laugh as he looked around. “We should probably get out of here.”
You smiled, trailing a hand down his chest. “Or…we could go back in there, get a room for the night, and go for another round. Or two.”
He caressed your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss. “I like the way you think.”
Absolute sluts. Love that for them.
I was gonna say Varin probably has a crazy breeding kink and then I was like “every character here has a breeding kink dipshit it came free with ‘being in an Omegaverse setting’”
But I think he genuinely really liked seeing reader pregnant. I think it was established that he thought he was incredibly sexy the entire time, so naturally he’d want that again! And claiming you/knocking you up in public? Sign me the fuck up.
I hope you liked it!! I’m usually not great at writing jealous type stuff, but I did my best! Thank you for reading :3
I use Real Scents for Omegaverse RP! Links in the story
//You can do Omegaverse without it being dubcon\\
<<<Masterlist
Who doesnt love being in a hot ass humid room with 30 different smells all at once and stuck there.
You sure dont!
Yet here you are, in the laundromat of the base on your phone waiting for your clothes to start up.
It made your stomach churn everytime you had to here.
The assaulting scents of often far too smelly Alphas, or too sweet omegas with the punch of deodorants mixing that added fake flowers to the mix.
In sure you wanted to puke at the best at times.
"Another day in the Bikini Bottom"
You grumbled, leaned back dramatically in the uncomfortable chair as you had one ear bud in half listening to something and dozing off.
It was moments like this you silently counted down when your contract would end.
However those thoughts ended when you heard the ungodly banging of a offbalance machine. Looking out and seeing your washing deciding it wanted to try out to be a drum.
Groaning you rolled up unwilling. Reaching your hand in to the soapy water with your wet clothes rebalance the machine before slamming it closed annoyed.
Grumbling towards the wall were the scratchy paper towels were you caught somethibg-
Pausing as something caught your nose, you blinked a few times before you followed the scent to a machine. Looking around as you knew this was creepy before you opened it, grabbing what you recognized as boxers soaked in water with a tiny bit of the scentless detergent. Squeezing the water out of it you caught a deeper bit of the scent
Clearly this was an Alpha, but not offensively so. Clearly one of combat by the slight hint of dirt and gunpowder but deeper-
'Basil, pepper, lavender and just a hint of leathery musk'
It made your inner omega purr and you gave out a far too suggestive moan under your breath- grateful no one was here with you.
You could live inside of these boxers if the opportunity arose.
However you snapped out of that little part of your brain which now had you nose deep in random boxers. Shame and Horror bubbling up.
"No (Y/N)... Not like this"
But that little clawing horny little monster in your brain that mother nature decided was befitting of you appeared again-
Take themmmmm
No its Gross
But you want them in the nest..
Im not taking some strangers dirty underwear!
Yes you will!
There is probably ball sweat in these!!
BITCH I WILL MAKE YOU PRECUM IN YOUR PANTS RIGHT NOW AND MARINATE IN IT AND YA GOT NO CLEAN CLOTHES!
...
You sighed and ike that you looked around before gently closing the washing machine so it could go back to running and then tiptoeing back to your stuff. Stuffing them into your hamper to they could hopefully air try in your barrack.
That started your... rather shameful life as a clothes thief..
You snuck in during the evenings every once in a while and go and sniff through the washers- trying to find that scent before it got washed away by soap and water.
You got lucky after a few weeks and found the scent again.
Often just fishing it out before the water could wash away the scent. Chucking it into the dryer to save at least a hint of the scent before running back to your barracks as fast as possible.
While it was a slow chip between finding your gems, it was starting to stack up now your nest sporting a nice roll around of this strangers clothes that acted as your heaven.
However it seemed that you flew too close to the sun after your last little dive into the washers.
Cause now the Alpha was catching on and Simon was getting... annoyed-
He hadnt noticed much at first- A pair of boxers missing and a sock.
Normal stuff to occasionally go missing just due to the normal way washers work.
But now it had been 4 shirts, 3 pairs of sweats, shorts, socks and two pairs of boxers.
Simon growling in the laundry room as he searched around for a missing shirt he often wore.
Johnny not far from him snickering to himself as he washed a few blankets himself- pulling up his shirt a bit by the collar to cover his nose.
"Ghost you stink'n up the place, what ya so pissed 'bout?"
"Another one is missing..."
"Whats it this time LT?"
"Joggers.."
Simon was actually pissed off, Especially by Johnny who was taking jabs at him for getting stolen from constantly.
As he dug through the wet clothes to take catalog what was still there he pulled up a wet shirt and caught it-
It had barely been there but just enough for him to catch a taste.
He sniffed it softly, Seemingly the cheap washer hadn't washed it good enough since there was a try patch on it from being wrapped around something- Allowing the foreign smell to stick from whoever dug through his stuff.
An omega for sure and despite the lightness of it he was able to pick it up.
'A tropical creme brulee, cinnamon, with a touch of herby vanilla'
It had been.. nice? Delicious even..
Not offensively sweet or a punch to the face of fruit.
It complimented his scent well and he could get why an omega may like it the combination of their scents together.
He even did much to his surprise...
"LT?"
Simon snapped from his gaze looking back at the male omega who was raising a brow by the whiplash of a now pleased Alpha rather then a pissed off one. Simon sitting up a bit straighter as he held up the damp shirt.
"Found the little thief-"
...
Days like this is what you lived for-
One of your few days off that you got to just lounge-
Your bunkmate was out on an assignment, you got some food from the closest resturant that you actually liked- so no cafeteria food today!
"Universe- Thank you!"
In the underwear you had stolen as you practically swan dive into your nest. Purring as you wiggle deeper into the pile of clothes and blankets. Sprawled out happily as you set your food next to you, pulling up your laptop as you opened one of the downloaded TV shows and tucked in, gently pulling one of the stolen shirts over yourself like a blanket.
You were so focused all day on preparing for your little fun time that you had been oblivious to the fact you were being tailed..
For Simon it didnt taken very long to find you, fact it was painfully easy that it mildly annoyed him-
You were loud at best and he had heard concrete blocks with softer steps and grace.
This dumpster panda had been the one stealing from him?
If you werent cute he would honestly be offended.
But it worked to his benefit
Stepping into the dorms he calmly walked to your barrack, having gone through your logs to know which door was yours.
Opening the door with ease with his painfully good locking pickinv he peaked inside, eyes narrowing as he damn near growled in delight. That little primal itch in his brain scratching just right at the image he was greeted to.
There an omega happily laying on their stomach in a nest of his things, underwear that was his missing pair on, eating some takeaway and watching a TV show he'd never seen let alone bother to watch.
The most perfect perspective of a happy omega- Something most alphas would be thrilled to see, if not over the moon.
And a odd part of him was?
Huffing a tiny bit he slipped inside silently closing the door, leaned against the wall closest to the door as he watched you closely.
A bit amazed by your oblivious nature, however he figured that you being face deep in one of his shirts acting as a pillow case it was hard to pick up.
So he decided to make it easy
'Knock'
'Knock-'
Snapping from your show immediately you turn expecting your bunk mate but was met with something else..
You looked like a deer in headlights- staring at the special ops soldier you had only seen in passing when others would look to the arriving pack from a mission that was so secret it was hidden behind lock and key before being tossed into lava or whatever.
This was not what any Omega would want to see- a far too large Alpha close to your nest.
You were ready to scream, crawl to you knew you had a weapon and defend yourself that was till you caught it.
His scent..
The same scent that you were currently laying it.
Oh...
...
Suddently all fight left you as you froze... looking down at yourself and pointed to the boxers.
"Im uh-... These are yours?"
He gave a silent not, He truly was terrifying to look at. Only being able to see his eyes and the way he filled the room- immediately having turned the space into his without you even realizing it.
His eyes went over your barely clad form to the nest you were in- seeing how you squirmed uncomforbly at him looking at your work.
"Mhm.."
You bit your bottom lip and winced. Slowly pulling your blanket up to try and give your pride a fighting chance- totally not to try and swallow down wanting to cry and jump out a window.
"Never had someone steal from me, let alone wear my trunks of all things"
Ah yes- you wished he would shoot you, or do some secret special move that takes you out.
Simon however was weirdly having- Fun?
Normally he probably would have angrily growled or snatched his things away from this random thief omega. But your embarrassment seemed to make a smile curl under his mask- however did keep himself as far against the wall as possible not wanting to scare you like he did earlier.. He hadnt liked the way your scent had soured those first few moments.
"If all these clothes.. were to be washed and appear in a dryer- would this moment disappear from both our memories"
You stutter out, head lowered a bit submissivly to in hopes to help your case.
"Think your a few clothes too short from that 'mega"
"Are you going to report me?"
"No- tho I do gotta ask, why trunks of all things?"
"They uh.. you smell nice"
Simon actually pinched the bridge of his nose, to you it was almost like he was irritated- but he was trying to hold in a laugh.
Before he straightened up and he looked around for only a moment, catching your hamper as he pulled up one of your favorite shirts and underwear before calmly stuffed it into his jacket. Staring down at your blooming surprised look, before he turned and opened the door.
"Consider this square. Come by my barrack- think we have some things to discuss"
With that he left-
Just like that
Leaving you there with your face bright red and jaw slacked.
How the different Avengers take care of a sick Omega Reader
The Alphas:
Bucky-
it depends on when you get sick.
If he’s still on the run then he rarely ever leaves the your side. The only time he does is to get food. He’d buy fruits, white bread, white rice, and other easy to digest foods. He’d probably skin and boiled some apples before mashing them up to make applesauce
He definitely doesn’t trust anyone to help his omega. Would definitely feed you by hand and be waiting on you constantly. Barely ever lets you leave your nest
If you’re feeling weak then he’ll help you get around and help you bathe. He’ll cuddle with you and make sure you’re drinking water. He’ll always have a large bowl or bucket nearby in case you puke
If it’s after he reunites with Steve and spends time in Wakanda
He’ll immediately alert whoever, either Friday or someone in Wakanda depending on where you guys are
He’ll allow Bruce or whoever to look you over and give you medicine but he will be hovering around watching
Treats whatever the doctors say as gospel and makes sure to follow it. If you want a food that the doctors didn’t specify say was okay then you’re not getting it
Might let Steve look after you if needed
Loki-
How he goes about caring for his omega depends on whether he’s on earth or Asgard
King. Of. Comfort. Is your nest too small? Don’t worry you can have the entire floor if necessary. Blankets not soft enough? He’s getting you the most luxurious and soft blankets ever. Lights too bright? He’s about to fight the fucking sun. There is nothing this man won’t do for his omega
Would personally oversee the chefs who make your meals by using a clone if you’re on Asgard. If you’re on earth then he’s constantly backseat driving while either Bruce, Wanda or Pepper cook for you. They’re the only people he trusts to not poison you accidentally
He would cook your food himself but he wants the best for you and his cooking isn’t. Also, he doesn’t want to leave your side while you’re not feeling well
If you have to take medicine that you don’t like then he’s going to find a way to get it in you. Doesn’t matter the method, if you need this medicine you’re getting this medicine even if he has to trick you or seduce you
If you’re sore or tired and need a bath then he’s more than happy to help. He’ll carefully wash your hair and skin, making sure not to get soap in your eyes. He’s careful not to jostle you too much in case you’re feeling queasy
If you’re having trouble keeping things down then he’ll hold your hair back and sit with you by the toilet. If you’re crying from the constant vomiting then he’ll rub your back and softly sing to you to comfort you
If your nest doesn’t feel right then he’ll gladly be your proxy and build your nest for you as you tell him where to put things. It doesn’t matter how many times he has to repeat the process, as long as you’re comfortable
If you’re just an overall emotional mess then he’ll be more than happy to comfort you in your time of need. If you’re just so sick of feeling sick he might put a sleep spell on you so you don’t have to suffer, he’ll watch over you and make sure you come out feeling better
Thor-
Giant. Puppy. Energy. He will cuddle with you, bring you food, watch tv with you. Whatever makes you feel better, he’s down for it
You want to snuggle and have skin to skin contact? Move over, he’s already lost his clothes and doesn’t mind snuggling. You’re self conscious because you’re sweaty, your hair is a mess, you look like shit? He only sees the most beautiful omega ever and he’s more than happy to prove it to you
Whatever food you need he’s gonna get. If he has to fly across the world just to get these one chips you like only to return and you throw up after eating them, he doesn’t care. As long as it’s to help you, he’ll do whatever he needs to
You want to steal his cape and use it in your nest? He already put it there. The world needs saving, eh, there’s always tomorrow, right now his omega needs him
If you’re fussy and a pain when your sick, he doesn’t mind, you don’t feel well so he’s happy to let you do whatever you need to make you feel better
He’ll tell you stories about his childhood and his adventures as you lay your head on his chest and try to rest
He’ll bring you the fluffiest blankets for your nest and help you build it too, all he wants is for his omega to get better
Steve Rodgers-
Having spent over a decade being sick in the past, he’s no stranger to being ill. He might not be an omega anymore but he knows and remembers what helped him
He’ll make old family recipes just for you, he’ll use everything he remembers from being sick. Cold damp towel on your forehead to help ease the fever, warm blankets and easy to digest meals
He’s more than happy to feed you if you need it. If you can’t keep things down then he’s already got the puke bucket ready for you by your side
If nothing works then he’s happy to do some research even if he struggles with it
Will gladly let Bruce look you over and give you a checkup. If you need medicine and you hate the way it tastes he’ll use every trick in the book to get you to take the medicine. Afterwards he’ll give you praise and lots of snuggles
He’ll help you bathe but he’ll definitely be shy about it. He has to clean your crotch and chest? His face is red as he looks away but he’s gentle and thorough making sure you get clean
If you have an accident like throwing up on yourself because you couldn’t reach the bucket or the toilet fast enough and your embarrassed, he’ll smile softly and reassure you that whatever you did, he’s probably done at least twice. He’ll even tell you embarrassing stories about himself and have Bucky join in if it makes you feel better
Bruce/Hulk-
There’s only one thing these two can agree on and it’s that they love/care about you
The moment Bruce realizes you’re sick, he goes full mother hen mode. Partially because he himself is an omega, but also because it’s the doctor in him. He brings you to his lab or he brings his equipment to you and does whatever tests he needs
Hulk will be yelling at him in his head the entire time to let him out so he can take care of you while Bruce does his check up on you
Bruce somehow manages to convince Hulk to let him run the tests so he can make sure your condition is nothing serious. Once they both know that it’s just the flu and you won’t die or need some exotic/fancy treatment then Bruce relents and allows Hulk to care for you
Hulk is definitely a cuddler, he climbs into your nest and lets you use him as a bed. He’s got his arms around you and holds you keeping you warm. C’mon, the guys practically a giant gamma powered heater
Hulk will wrap you up in a blanket burrito and purr to you, Hulk can be surprisingly soothing and he holds nothing back, he knows he can’t smash the germs making you sick, so he provides moral support while your body fights
Hulk listens to Bruce’s instructions on how to care for you and make you food. If his form is too inconvenient then he’ll let Bruce handle the intricate things like cooking or getting your medicine
Bruce has a Hulk sized tub so Hulk can bathe, Hulk helps you and is gentle with you as he washes your hair and body. Makes sure you’re nice and dry using his big towel
Hulk gently rubs your back as you puke and holds your hair back. He doesn’t like seeing you so miserable
If you want to watch movies then Hulk will cuddle with you even if you fall asleep and he hates the movie, anything for his omega
The Betas:
Scott Lang-
This sweet baby is immediately on his feet and worried for you
He might not be an alpha but that has nothing to do with how much he loves/cares for you
This lovable goofball is running around like a chicken with his head cut off at the first sign of the sniffles
Will definitely get the ants to help clean the house and make sure to sanitize everything so that the germs are gone
If you’re puking then he’ll braid your hair and put it in a bun so it’s out of the way, he has a daughter so his papa instincts are in full swing
He helps you get in and out of your nest, bringing you whatever you need and making sure you’re warm and cozy
If you’re feeling down or tired of being sick then he’s more than happy to cheer you up. Cue the magic tricks and playing rockband with the ants
He’s more than happy to cuddle with you if it makes you feel better, anything for you
He doesn’t mind if your nose is stuffed or runny, he’s got plenty of tissues and even makes a game of seeing how many he can throw in the trash from afar
Tony Stark-
Now he knows he’s not the best with caring for sick people but as the team’s omega, which he personally recruited, he takes his job seriously
He’ll have Bruce look you over and make sure it’s just the flu before making sure that you have everything you need
If you specifically want him to snuggle with you then move over, he’s snuggling but your watching a movie too
He’ll have either Jarvis or Friday monitor you so he can ensure that you’re eating and staying hydrated. If you’re puking they’ll alert him so he can make sure you get easy to digest meals
He’ll watch bad movies with you so the both of you can roast the movie. For example: an old sci/fi with terrible visual effects that he’ll keep commenting on. That or you’ll watch YouTube videos of people failing and doing stupid stuff
He’ll gladly order whatever you need no matter how ridiculous, if a dozen dancing cacti make you feel better, you’re going to get double
You’re not allowed to move from your nest unless it’s to use the bathroom. He’s very controlling but in a loving sense. You don’t move to get anything, that’s why he’s here, he’ll get what you need so don’t move
He almost becomes like a worried parent, constantly hovering over the line of ‘its just a bruise’ and ‘everyone panic! It’s the return of the plague’. He’s constantly a mix between relaxed and incredibly worried
hi! id like to send from my sideblog vidyagamereference but yknow how tumblr is :/
i just read some of your fics (binged more like) and i love how you write!! so i was wondering, can i request a/b/o with alpha leon kennedy x ftm omega reader? ignore this ans take the compliment if youre not about that, i dont wanna ask anything youre not comfortable giving
if youre continuing: id like one where reader is oblivious to flirting but trying his best and leon is flirting Hard! with some cute getting together after a long period of pining, maybe reader has one of leons sweaters or jackets and they wear it around him in public one day and leon gets all excited bc now reader smells like him! (hot n bothered excited or fluffy romantic excited you choose!) prompt fill thats scw or nsfw is up to you!
(and maybe if youre down you could make reader have lots of beauty marks and freckles just for my own self indulgence lmao) ((and if youre okay with making it super self indulgent i have a beauty mark under my left eye and on the right hinge of my jaw with lots on my neck)) okay im embarrassing myself ill leave now thank you byeee
I’m back from the dead! Thanks for the compliment and request anon, I’ll start working ‼️
Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Ftm!Reader (fluff bc I LOVE fluff)
I, too, am self indulgent and chose to have reader borrow Leon’s clothes during his bad heat cycles bc sex makes him (me) uncomfortable
To make up for my own self indulgence, reader does have a lot of birthmarks 🫡
Written with RE2 Leon in mind but if his first day went perfectly well (I’m going to KILL everyone in capcom/j)
Edit: oml im so fucking stupid. I was so tried when writing bc I always write when I have nothing to do (aka at like 1am) so I don’t think my brain properly processed anything 😭 anyways not proofread
You and Leon worked together at the RPD. It was simple: follow orders and help people. At least, you wished it was that simple. Everything would’ve been perfectly fine if you had never developed that dumb crush on your colleague. You’re 99% sure Leon is straight and doesn’t have any feelings for you whatsoever… right? Right. That being said, working with him was causing you to have internal panic attacks. What does it mean when he says that the RPD uniform looks hot on you? Is this some sort of joke or is he being honest? And, for the love of god, why did his hand move over yours at least fifty times per day? Again, is he joking?
Every interaction you ever had with him made you lose two hours of sleep every night. You were just being delusional; you were sure of it. Even if he did like you, he would probably leave as soon as you told him you were trans, just like everyone else. That’s what you thought for the first couple months of work until your heat cycle started. You hate it. Most of your colleagues are alphas and they didn’t understand why you would want to turn down a mating session with your heat being that bad— it’s not like you can just tell them your biggest secret. Leon was the only person who never brought it up. Despite hating when other people brought it up (whether it be your scent or how you’re acting), you wished he said something. Hell, you wished he could just do a little more than hold your hand. Your gaze, at this point, was burning a hole into the back of the poor man’s neck so he turned to face you with his sweet expression, his voice the most relieving thing to your ears as he spoke, “Do you need any help?”
Finally. You could almost jump for joy at this point. A shaky breath escaped you as you nodded and then quickly corrected yourself, “No- no… never mind. I’ll be fine.” Idiot. How could you forget that this perfect being of a man would never even consider liking you? He’s probably asking if you need any help with work.
Leon’s eyebrows knitted together. “Let me…” he moved towards you, “Let me help you, please. I-I’m not offering to mate or anything like that… but just tell me what you need, okay?” Leon said gently. You shook your head, “No, I’m fine, I swear. Besides, if anyone were to help in anyway I’d prefer it to be someone who loved me mutually or something…” you laughed nervously. Your alarm set on your phone went off, signaling that your shift was over for the day. Quickly, you shut it off. Leon grabbed his sweater that was previously draped over his chair and laid it over your shoulder. Before you could say anything, Leon, with his face completely red, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek along with a whisper of, “I do love you” before slipping out of the office.
You were oblivious. That’s what you thought as you laid down in bed, wearing Leon’s sweater. His scent caused you to calm yourself down for only a couple seconds before your mind brought you back to that moment… he loves you. But will he still love you after you tell him you’re trans? Small tears blurred your vision as you buried yourself in his sweater.
To get it over with, you pulled out your phone and shakily pulled up Leon from your contacts. You swiftly sent him a message that told him you’re trans and that you’d understand if he wanted to leave. You didn’t expect to get an immediate response back of him telling you that it didn’t matter to him… he loves you either way. Not even giving you enough time to start endlessly sobbing out of pure happiness, he sent another message asking if you wanted to arrange a date. Why wouldn’t you want to arrange a date?
It was a sweet date at a cafe. You wore Leon’s sweater, not wanting to go without his scent turning your terrible, pounding heat into a quiet hum. His presence soothed you even further. Normally, it would’ve made your brain go haywire but, now that you know he feels the same way, being around him is warm and comfortable. Fuck, and the way he gave you those sweet kisses made you want to melt right into him. He liked to place his kisses on your birthmarks, finding your reaction cute. You both weren’t ready for an actual kiss yet, like two nervous teenagers, so you both stuck with kissing everywhere else but the lips like the cheek, forehead, nose, and hand. Holding his hand felt better. You got to trace over his palm, feeling his callouses.
Going home with him for the night was even better. No more lonely nights of craving a partner to hold you. Now, you had Leon and Leon had you.
Hii! I don't usually post my writing, but I had this idea and wrote up a draft/demo of and idea i have. Let me know what yall think and if you want to see it continued! Reblog if you like it please! Also I didn't really edit it, sorry lol!
You tapped away on your mechanical keyboard, the clicky sounds saving you from the quiet boredom that came with running your base's front desk. Running it of course was your punishment for.. Well lets just say when tensions get high you struggle to keep your mouth shut. And it just had to be today that you get dished this punishment. The day one-four-one was assigned to come in, you know to check the place out, see if there was a ‘missfit’ to take on their team.
You see, you unfortunately work at a special “military”' base, military used lightly as it's not really used for the government to have soldiers willing to fight, but actually to protect the government from lethal beings that could be useful military weapons. You and everyone else, including your current captain, have very dark reasons for why you’re in here. The only way you specifically could get out of the hellish base was if your true mates, yes mates with an “S”, came for you. Legally the government cannot keep anyone from their true mates, but considering you definitely had four, you had a snowball chance in hell of them coming to you.
Letting out a loud dramatic sigh you looked over your writing. Paperwork was the bane of your existence. Rubbing your eyes you go back to typing the latest mission report; only to be interrupted by the large military doors swinging open with a slam. In came five different, clearly not impressed people. Four out of the five are men, built like true military muscle heads, while the fifth was very fit female. Taking a deep breath you slip into profession mode, choosing to address the women instead of the four intimidating alpha males.
“Hello! Can I please get your names, ids, and the reason why you are here?” Your voice was overly sweet, sweeter than it usually was.
“I’m Kate Laswell with one-four-one. John-” she tossed her head to the side.
“Oh, of course you are,” You dropped the cute assistant act, pulling back into a neutral look. Blowing air through your nose you started to type a quick check in for the special operation group one-four-one. Laswell gaped at you.
“Okay,” You flicked your head up rather fast, causing your dog tags to clink with your military issued scent blocking collar.
“You guys are good,I’m Bite risk by the way,” you inform them that you yourself are on the team they will be montering, before telling them where to go. Laswell smiled at you, tipping her head in thanks as she strutted down the hall. One-four-one on the other hand, took their time analyzing you as they passed by. As the last and largest one, the one with the warm looking skullmask, passed by you rolled your eyes, going back to your mission report.
“Sir, I’m aware that you want to see your daughter and I am deeply empathetic to what you're going through right now. But unless you show me your Id, I won't be able to even let you into the security system for public visit days, which as I said are: Saturdays, Sundays and specific holidays,” your absolutely fed up. Your team including one-four-one, who are currently coming down the hall to collect you, could even tell just by the stressed undertone of your voice.
“I’m not going to show some barracks bunny my id! I want to see my daughter! Now let me in! I served in world war two! I don’t deserve this disturbing treatment from some omega floozy! You have no idea what it means to work in the military! You're just some whore-” A loud crash. Your captain quickly ran into the lobby, quickly ripping you off the disrespectful older man. Thankfully she was quick enough to prevent him from leaving with a deep bite scar. Your eyes glowed red as you tried to throw her off, but she kept her hold on you, even as you dug your elongated claws into what skin you could reach.
“Fang! Get him out of here!” She commanded one of your team mates. As he was being escorted out your captain shoved your face into the crook of her neck, letting out a strong calming scent. You drank it up, forcing your feral omega down. Meanwhile task force one-four-one silently watched. Genuinely surprised how quick things escalated in only the first three hours of their two week observation.
“Well, this is going to be interesting,” Price said, his thick British accent quickly catching your omegas' attention, red eyes looking over to the entire team. Interesting indeed you thought.
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It all started after they sailed off from Cocoyashi Village with a mighty fanfare.
Luffy was anxious for no good reason, even though Nami was running late in getting to the Merry, while Usopp was still basking in the glory of being so well received by these town folk. That stupid pervert chef Luffy let aboard was still threatening to leave if Nami didn't show up, and Owleyes swore she saw Nami headed this way a little earlier and was sure she'd be around soon.
After all, she'd loaded up the top deck of the Going Merry with tangerine trees, and made them all promise not to pluck a single fruit from a single tree under threat of death. She wouldn't leave them behind, would she? Or, at least, that's what Owleyes asked in a muddled kind of sleepy voice a little while ago.
She was hungover, as far as he could tell though it was too busy a morning for much talking. Luffy had her running around all morning as they had no chance to talk. And now it was time to go. While they were being hailed as heroes, being a hero was the furthest thing from Zoro's mind as they were about ready to hit the water.
He also wasn't going to be delayed a moment longer, whether or not Nami showed up.
And just as they began to pull away from the dock, she appeared as a blur of bright orange hair weaving and dodging through the town. Then cheers soon became jeers and well wishes curses, as she seemed to pass by every person on the island, until leaping out from the dock and hitting the deck with a flare.
And, much to the shock and horror of the townies, she then dropped all their wallets and purses to the deck in a jingle of ill-gotten gains. Luffy just laughed about it, while Usopp and (y/n) thought about trying to throw some of it back to the island, but Nami wouldn't let them.
They should have known better then to bring them! She snickered.
Well, Arlong was right about one thing. Nami was a money hungry witch--just not a totally heartless one.
In this way, they sailed towards Lodgetown with their official newly established crew of six. Zoros thoughts, through all of this, never long strayed from his new goal. Demonhood. And, so he thought very smartly, if he wanted to become something, he first had to understand what it was.
Thus, he began to think a lot on the concept of sin.
A demon was an immortal creature which was an embodiment of human desire. Attached to life, but beyond it. Masters of desire without being slaves to it. Punisher of those who broke their promises, and betrayed that which they were said to be faithful too. Upholders of their own kind of justice, be that understood by any one else. And, most importantly, tricky.
A demon could do almost anything. They could survive almost anything. And while they might have been devious, they always stuck to a code that could not be broken. They understood the laws of man, and rewrote with their will the word of the law to better suit their own interests.
These were all powers he liked the idea of having. But to rewrite the world's order, to formulate himself into a demon, he had to first understand them in his own way. This set him down a peculiar line of study, another kind of training to add to his routine of strengthening himself. Though the only studying he engaged in was observational at first.
He thought of enlightenment and the forty virtues, the six senses, and the seven deadly desires. All those laws he could think of which separated the wild and obedient aspects of the inner nature.
In his self-observation, all so-called virtues seemed to be manmade. Concepts like politeness and man's justice had no place in the wild. People might take what they want in a nice way or demand people around them follow the same rules they did for the sake of fairness, but in a crisis common conduct always fell apart quickly.
Not that he thought humanity and its tribes were aggressive or violent by nature. Or even that life was unfair.
Human behavior was simply fickle, capricious and moldable, so that people could learn to thrive (or at least survive) in a diverse array of environments and circumstances. When the normal rules no longer meant much—once they were no longer enforced by the expectations of the current authority—they would be abandoned. Instead, those persons would follow whatever their own ideas of morals were, or fit themselves to the new rule of whoever stepped in as the next authority.
In this world view, some people—called the strong—identified with their own codes of morality no matter who or what they were supposed to obey or what authority told them elsewise.
Strong or weak, ultimately all people strived to live in a way that satisfied their desires, be it within whatever rules they were subjected to or despite them. And Zoro figured that all desires when boiled down to their most base forms originated from the six senses, which could each be exalted or corrupted by negligence or over indulgence.
But this led him to questions which he had a more difficult time answering. When did hunger turn to gluttony? When did idleness turn to sloth? Assurity to pride? How many indulgences did it take to taint a sense until it was deemed to be corrupted? And then, he wondered what it meant hold onto and maintain pureness of mind...
It would take about a month to sail to Lodge Town, which was enough time for Zoro to groom this budding ideology, and incorporate it into how he viewed his daily life.
He wasn't trying to force this kind of thought on the world, or himself. He simply used it to observe, and found out along the way that he liked which kind of conclusions it led him too. He was a swordsman, and such a philosophy cut through the complexity of most all situations. Even still, especially in the early days of thinking this way, he found himself often caught off guard or unfocused, much as he tried not to be.
This was in simple ways when he was on the ship. Tempted by the woman who he so deeply desired. Frustrated by the antics of Luffy, or Nami, or Usopp, or Sanji, and then back to Luffy again. Made exhausted by his injuries faster than he'd like, he found himself making less progress than he'd like lifting weights or doing drills which often left him in a sour mood.
Lodge Town presented one such situation which he found himself unnecessarily unsettled.
The mission began simply enough. He needed to replace his swords. The ones Nami found at Arlong Park were terrible, he wouldn't have bothered to take them if he'd had any other choice. But it wasn't just that he needed replacement swords—and he did.
The day hadn't started off well. That was a consequence of the weeks previous however, just the same as he set out on the island, feeling under equipped in a city full of marines.
Since the party at Cocoyashi, he and Owleyes entered a strange place in their friendship. As he suspected would happen, (y/n) did not remember kissing him at the party. In fact, she claimed that she didn't remember much of anything after sunset and she politely refused to drink any more of Nami's family tangerine wine since then.
What he did notice, was the presence of her watchful eyes on him feeling a little more intense than before, as if she was trying to puzzle something out but couldn't quite.
They were together more often than not now though, for one reason or another. There were always sitting by each other at dinner now they had proper meals with Sanji cooking—and Zoro had to admit he was an excellent chef, though watching him swoon over the crew's women made him roll his eyes. It wasn't because he'd asked, or she'd asked, it just felt like the right thing to do.
As they sailed, with Luffy and Usopp stirring up the kind of trouble only fools like them could while failing at fishing, or manning the sails, or trying out one of Usopp's new gadgets, he and the omega would share looks.
Whenever anything happened, his first instinct was to look at Owleyes. What face was she making? What was she thinking? Was she looking at him too?
And when they would look at each other with that are you seeing this? kind of stare across the deck she would giggle and cover her mouth with the tips of her fingers, looking away just a moment later. She was a shy thing, even though he was the only one seeing her. He didn't want her to be shy—not with him anyway.
It was a strange tension, pushing and pulling. Come closer, her eyes said, but not too close said her shrinking body language.
Drinking didn't even distract him from this problem, because when he was drunk the feelings just got stronger. And instead of keeping a careful distance between himself and the object of his burning affection, drunkenly he'd sit beside her and chat—more easily than he ever could sober.
And when she'd gasp or laugh at something ridiculous, he said, or grab his arm in disbelief as he relayed a story from his hunting days, his mind would wander to all kinds of filthy places. Admittedly, he wanted more. but resigned himself from asking for it. He knew if he was patient, she would come to him.
She'd fallen asleep on his shoulder the other day, on a lazy afternoon of smooth water and steady breeze. She'd been writing, the sound of her quill against the paper a pleasant rhythmic sound. It was soothing in a simple, satisfying way after a long work out to be in quiet company. He was only resting his eyes really, listening to her writing and the ocean, when the sound stopped.
He peaked on eye open to see his Owleyes looking totally lax, her shoulders low and her breath deep and even. Her weight fell towards him slowly, until her soft cheek and light head rested gently on his arm and he'd stayed perfectly still, sending a death glare towards Sanji when'd he'd come around with tea being too noisy.
When she'd woken up, letting out a still sleepy yawn that crinkled up her face, he still remembered that smile she sent his way. He'd wanted nothing more than to just lean over and press that gentle curl of her lips against his, just so that some little part of her might become a part of him—but he'd stopped himself.
Sorry she'd said, and he'd waved that off with a mutter that he didn't mind.
Touches came his way a little easier now. A hand brushing his when they handed off ropes, her palm on his back when she passed behind him. Casual touches, but each one was remembered.
That was why, when they disembarked to explore the bustling city of Lodge Town, the biggest most established city they'd yet to visit, he'd expected (y/n) to tag along with him. It was automatic. She divvied out the money they had saved up for getting supplies—of which Zoro got little of.
What portion had been his was mostly paid to the doctor in Cocoyashi village, leaving him basically penniless and asking Nami for a loan, which she was all too happy to give him—with outrageous interest of course.
But he needed swords, good replacements too if he could manage to find them for a steal, so he took her blood money. With a wallet full, he looked over at her, just expecting her to walk his way. Instead, she was standing by Sanji, all ready to head out and get the shipped stocked.
Sanji would be buying the food, and she would go around looking for everything else the ship needed, like cleaning supplies, basic medicine, and materials for keeping up the ship, along with anything else she wrote down on her clipboard. It was an important thing to do, more than just tagging along with him.
The alpha in him howled for her, begged for her, would rip itself apart for her. And in his silent, unseen yearning, he accepted his status as secondary in this moment all while trying to ignore that it stung his pride.
So, he walked the paved streets of Lodge Town alone, trying to find his way to a blacksmith, an antique shop, or a weapons dealer that was selling within his budget. The city was full, and well-guarded since this island was used as Marine Headquarters in the East Blue, so he—and every other undercover pirate that must have been around—tried their best to keep a low profile.
At least the smart ones did.
The dumber ones made a big fuss, drawing the attention of the authorities and with it their so-called justice. What he didn't expect, however, was who showed up to distribute that wrath. A woman wielding a fine looking blade came running down the street after two burly idiots who'd made too big of a scene stealing on an island clearly teeming with marines.
She had black hair, cut in a way that instantly familiar. Those eyes, black almost purple, the way she held her sword, her footwork... It was like catching sight of a ghost on the street.
Who knew there was a marine in the world that looked so much like a grown up Kunia? Who liked swords, and fought in the same way? Spoke in the same tones?
They ran into each other. She pegged him as a swordman of some talent, and he pegged her as someone who probably knew where to get a new weapon around here. He was half-fixated by her as she led him down a road towards an antique shop known for selling the kind of swords he was looking for.
He leaned in, too curious for his own good and he took just one sniff. Just one.
He had to know if she smelled like Kunia too.
Even after all these years he remembered what Kunia was like. Her sword still held her spirit, she never really left him.
But she didn't. It took less than half a sniff to know the truth. Though she looked a spitting image like his long dead friend, this stranger was an omega. Kunia was a beta, and she always smelled lightly of leather. This woman smelled of vegetables, like a cut open potato, and a stench of tobacco followed her everywhere.
Even understanding this, it'd taken nearly the entire afternoon for him to shake off the shock. Every time he looked at her, he was put at ill ease.
She was a test, she had to be. And when he slowed down, It was also clear that Tashigi (for that was not-Kunia's real name) was much too unskilled to be Kunia. Even a Kunia that lost her memory and fell into some kind of make-you-omega serum wouldn't fight with this half-gait, it just would've been impossible.
That confidence that allowed Kunia to face off grown men and send them toppling just didn't exist in this omega. She might have looked and moved just like her, but she lacked the same undefeatable spirit Kunia inspired everyone with—not to mention the glasses.
Kunia never wore glasses!
This not-Kunia lady was helpful though, taking him to a weapons dealer who he'd managed to get two swords from for free. He handed over cursed blades no one else wanted, which were now happily Zoro's. No blade was cursed in his eyes, some people were just too weak to wield a weapon that expected more, and Zoro was not put off by the idea of wielding a headstrong blade.
And with his arsenal refreshed he finally felt secure. A three-bladed technician needed three blades, after all.
Though possessing them was when his time with the not-Kunia ghost Tashigi ended. As she realized that he was a pirate, a bounty hunter, a ruffian, she then demanded that they duel for the rights to the blade he'd sworn to be the best on. That sword that had once been Kunia's buzzed in his hand—and without even fighting her, Zoro knew that this woman would never best him. The blade seemed to refuse it for him.
She did not care. And in a moment, she was on her knees, having failed to even lay a scratch on him, let alone win.
And as they parted ways, her defeated and he on the run to get back to the Merry, he realized that if he wanted to be a demon, he certainly couldn't let ghosts bother him. He needed more training, always more training. Physical training of course, but just as importantly, more mental training.
Because if he couldn't keep a cool head, it wouldn't matter how much he refined his three-sword style. An uncertain sword was a dull blade before it was ever swung.
By that time, Luffy had already made a ruckus somewhere on the other side of town, which Zoro found out when he accidently ran into Sanji and (y/n) on the street. The sky was getting dark, it was obvious even to him a storm was coming in.
The pair of them had just run into Nami, and the omega of the crew were headed to the ship, quickly telling them to get Luffy and head to the Merry as fast as possible too. Nami was sure this storm was going to be a big one and if they didn't leave soon, they'd be trapped on the island. With all the attention Luffy tended to garb, sticking around for even an hour longer would just lead to disaster.
They needed to get going fast.
Understood, Sanji and Zoro ran off to the center of town, where the biggest crowd had gathered. Where there was noise, there was Luffy, and this correlation was proven right once more.
Luffy was at the center of the crowd, surrounded by the resurrected Buggy crew and placed up on the execution block in the center of town. The very one that the Pirate King Luffy so aspired to be had been executed on twenty-four years previously. Buggy was looking smug with himself, making a show out of humiliating the young alpha. It was amazing the Marines hadn't showed up to stop this yet as he braggadociosly mapped out the absoluteness of this situation.
Buggy was going to execute Luffy, and there was no one in the world that could stop him from getting revenge for the humiliation he and his crew had suffered.
He explained his feeling of superiority, leaning on the shaft of a headsmen's axe. Only when done with his speech, he lifted the great long blade to ready himself for the blow he obviously anticipated. Just as Buggy was about to swing the axe down on Luffy neck, he asked for Luffy's last words.
"This is your FLASHY EXECUTION!" He announced, "Make the most of this crowd, let's put on a show. Tell me! What are your last words?!" Buggy demanded, then laughed, "Well, it's not like anyone cares what you have to say anyway. Just wish the world good bye and better luck next time, kid."
Luffy, who'd been momentarily uncharacteristically silent, mulled on those words. Buggy shrugged, drew back, ready to strike. And Zoro, Sanji, and the whole crowd were stunned by what Luffy finally hollered.
"I AM THE MAN..." He began, his voice deafening over the crowd who went totally silent, "WHO WILL BECOME PIRATE KING!" Luffy declared, and with death hovering just over his neck, Luffy smiled, letting out his signature snicker. But then he quickly added, "Zoro, Sanji! Come on, help me out here, he's really going to kill me!"
That broke the spell of shock which had locked the other alphas in place. They darted to motion, a plan forming together as quickly as they could rise above the crowed and break through the throng. They got up on shop stalls and jumped over the gathered folks.
"We have to take the podium down!" Zoro decided. "It's our best bet!"
"I know!" Sanji yelled back.
What they didn't know was if they could actually make it in time.
Buggy looked aghast, then disgusted, faltering in his first attempt to behead Luffy. He yelled for his crew to stop the Straw Hats from approaching and readied his blade again. But he didn't look worried now, he laughed a wild cackle which matched with the next peel of thunder.
"Watch! Watch the last moments of your captain! This pitiful state is the last you'll ever see of him!"
The shared sense of utter inability—the knowing they could each help but kept at bay by distance and a horde of fools trying to stop them—was sobering. Both Zoro and Sanji in the same moment realizing they would not be able to kick or cut down the podium in time. Luffy looked over the courtyard and instead of shaking with fear, he smiled that shit eating idiot smile. The kind of smile he'd had when he admitted to eating all their food, not an ounce of guilt or shame on him.
"Well, sorry." He snickered. "But it looks like I'm dead!"
Sanji yelled something along the lines of don't say that you idiot! But Zoro felt trapped between impressed by his nonchalance and betrayed. How could he look death in the eyes and smile like that?
But before Buggy could lay down the blade and chop Luffy's head of, a strike of lightning hit the podium. It was spectacular timing, the storm picking up as Luffy shrugged off the shattered pillory. Rain shushed from the sky and Buggy and his crew twitched around from the nearness of the lightning strike. But Luffy stood over them, totally unaffected by the arching electricity. He dusted off his shorts with a wide grin.
"Wow!" He laughed again, "That was a close one!"
Luffy's aloofness broke the spell of amazement off the crowd and off Sanji, who demanded they get going. He leading the way. The marines were coming too, surrounding the plaza as the wind began whistling through the streets like a whip. The Marines chased them now, more concerned about the straw hats being apprehended as the Buggy's Circus was still twitching on the ground.
A trail of smoke, scenting even over the rain of an irate alpha, followed them for a while. A navy commander had come to take down Luffy, who seemed to recognize him from somewhere, and Zoro recognized on that scent. Tabacco. I looked like this guy was not-Kunia's boss, if he had to guess.
Zoro would have rolled his eyes if he had the time. Of course, Luffy managed to piss off the commander of the whole town. But Luffy just stuck his tongue out to the blob as they ran. But when they turned a corner, the smoke ceased to follow them, and Zoro's attention focused totally on what was a head of them.
The Merry was already bobbing at sea. Nami, (y/n), and Usopp attempting to man the ship on their own, keeping it toward the dock but on open water in case they needed to quickly flea and circle back later. Luffy in his post NDE jubilation wraps one of his long rubbery arms around Sanji and Zoro, smacking them together, and slinging his other arms forward to wrap around the mast. They are all flung aboard the Merry. Not even a moment later Nami was yelling for them to get into position manning the sails, though Sanji aye aye's her in a disoriented voice.
And so, they rode out from Lodge Town onto the stormy sea, knowing it would take another week for them to hit their turn onto Reverse Mountain. Though it seemed like a rough exit from the notorious town, the storm shielded them from immediately being followed by Marines or Pirates.
That much, at least, was a relief. They weren't followed onto the sea with a rain of cannon fire to add to the downpour. Though that didn't mean the next leg of the journey was going to be easy...
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a/n: ((Oh no, she doesn't remember!! Poor Zoro...))
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Characters: AFAB Reader, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), James Logan Howlett (Worst Wolverine)
Warning: Reader has a strong imagination, pseudo-phantom-cock kink (not sure what to call it) but it’s really Wade’s dick, Reader uses all pronouns, Established Logan | Worst Wolverine/Reader/Wade Wilson, vaginal fingering, video recording of sex, teasing, POV reader, Horny Wade Wilson, Reader admits their Salmacian identity and reminds of their pangender flux identity, endearments (puppy, baby boy, little boy, etc), the reader is NOT transgender, polyamory, polycule, triad, omegaverse adjacent, mating bite, Mutant Wade Wilson, soft dom Wade
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Your eyes flutter open to see what time it is. The sun is still rising which means you can roll over and go back to sleep. When you move to roll over—wanting to bury your face in Logan’s man tits (because who doesn’t?), you can’t move. You feel Wade with his leg over your hip and an arm over your shoulders. Not a problem for you to move; however, Logan’s heavy-ass arm is another thing. With a heavy sigh, you slide your hands under Logan’s heavy-ass arm and lift until you're on your back, then shift his arm under your breasts. Glad your mutation gives you strength.
You finish rolling over and scoot down a bit, nuzzling into Logan’s chest, and breathe in his scent. You use your right hand to make sure Wade is where he was before on you. You feel Logan slightly shift, his mind reaching out mentally caressing, which makes you look up to find him frowning and looking down at you with some serious bedhead and kitty ears. You nuzzle sleepily into his chest again. He grunts, leaning into you tightly, suffocation ensues for a few seconds, as he pulls Wade closer against you and you tighter against him before relaxing to return to his original place.
You gotta stop suffocating me, baby, you grump at Logan, mind to mind.
Logan just chuckles in response.
You find Wade’s head above yours on your pillow and his erection against your butt with his arm on your shoulder and leg more along your hip and over Logan’s thigh. You never understood how Wade could sleep with an erection most of the time but his healing factor is something else.
A suddenly quiet rumble, more felt against your face and chest than heard, “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping,” you grumble quietly.
Logan grunts annoyed.
“You block sun so I sleep more,” you pout. Inhaling deeply before exhaling with a purr that remains after the words. “You smell good too.”
A chuckle is heard above you followed by a rumbling, soothing purr felt against your face and chest followed by a little rub on your bare shoulder. “You tell me every day, pup,” Logan teases. You grunt disapprovingly at his tease, and he chuckles a bit more while still purring, his scent deepening at his enjoyment.
“Seep,” you whine like the petulant puppy he says you are. You love him calling you puppy and pup but always complain about it anyway. He shifts forward, burying your face in his cleavage suffocating you for a few moments again as he plants a kiss in your hair before relaxing back. What's strange is, that you’ve come to find the odd suffocating amusing and sweet since it only happens when he’s being affectionate in bed.
I’m glad you enjoy it even though you complain, he mentally pokes you.
You grin and plant a kiss on his chest.
This reminds you of how Wade and you have spent hours discussing Logan’s amazing man tits and all the things you two want to do to them but haven’t found the courage to talk to Logan about. Wade and you have even discussed this very event but it went a completely different way that changed the feel of the relationship entirely. You still blame Wade and love him for it.
“Bitch, you can’t complain about suffering when you get more Logan cleavage than I do,” Wade argued, grumpily, leaning against the couch with his arms crossed and Deadpool mask on (it was an off day for him). You two were facing each other on the couch with reruns of the Golden Girls in the background and Mary Puppins in his lap.
“Cunt, please. You get to fuck them. I can’t even rub one off on them. Don’t complain to me about you lacking when you got a dick to do all that fun shit with his chest and more,” you growl at him, also with your arms crossed and scowling at him. Mary gives you a quick bark, never liking when you growl at her Daddy. “Hush,” you command her, growly, and she whines, jumping off Wade’s lap to run to her bed.
“You scared her,” Wade deadpanned, glaring at you through the whites of his mask and frowning, utterly annoyed.
With a heavy sigh, you look at Mary who has her butt facing you two. “Sorry,” you call out to her. You get a quiet growling grumble in return. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes. “She doesn’t like it when I growl at you. This is her having a temper tantrum, not fear. I can’t even smell it.”
Wade had shifted to watching you with his brow ridges down and pinched with his lips nearly a line that somehow his Deadpool mask mimics.
“What?” You ask, curious about what’s on his mind.
“Are you jealous of my dick?” He straight up asks, the Deadpool mask relaxing.
You fell back against the couch with a soft sigh. “Not jealous. I don’t want to covet your penis. I just want one of my own while keeping everything else.” You loosely wave at your crotch.
He frowns in thought. You’re not sure if he’s imagining you with a penis or trying to understand what you’re saying. Since his cock doesn’t appear larger in his hello kitty sweatpants, you assume the latter.
“I’m Salmacian,” you quietly admit.
“Bless you,” Wade replies. You grin and giggle.
He chuckles back at you. “So, what is a salamander ace?”
“Sal-mace-ian. It depends on the community you’re in, but for me, I understand it to be someone who is one gender and wants the genitalia of the biologically XX and XY—a functional penis and a vagina.” You can smell Wade’s arousal before his body starts responding. You continue anyway,” So, I want both. Honestly, I’d like my vagina and have my clit be a penis instead. I don't even have to ejaculate, just want the penile orgasms and being able to fuck people. I mean, it’d be cool to have a g-spot and a prostate but I’m fine with just my g-spot.” There is Wade, next to you, zoned out with his eyes on your face as you finish speaking. His arousal smells very strong with his amazingly fully erect cock that is quickly making a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants. You’re trying to decide what you wanna do.
“I am not Transgender,” you add. “I am Pangender flux,” you remind him. “Salmacian is under the non-binary flag.”
“I remember you saying that before, and that’s good to know,” he coos and scoots over towards you until your thighs and knees are touching. Rolling your eyes at him, you get up but are stopped when he grabs your hips in both of his hands, then scoots you back and over to sit you down on his lap, back to chest.
You grunt disapprovingly while hiding the small smile on your lips. ”You know how Logan is,” you warned Wade.
“Honey badger only gets upset if he doesn’t know,” Wade replied as he slid his hands to your inner thighs and rested them there. He’s merely two inches from your sex and for whatever reason, this particular tease gets you going every time.
Pulling his mask up over his nose, he leans forward to brush his lips against your ear sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps across your neck and back. “Get out your phone, puppy.” You growl and dig out your phone from your sleep shorts. You open up the camera, pop the little kickstand on your phone case, and set it to record as you place it on the coffee table. This isn’t the first time you’ve made a video and sent it to Logan. Logan and you have done the same to Wade numerous times.
Leaning back against Wade whose hands go to the hem of your T-shirt and pull it up. You raise your arms helping him undress you, revealing your breasts and freckled chest matching your freckled face and arms. He hooks his thumbs into your sleep shorts, you stand up and he pulls them down before pushing his own sweatpants down to the floor. You sit back down on his lap just behind his hard cock. This is your favorite position. It makes it look like you have a cock but never told anyone.
“No wonder you enjoy this so much,” he breathes against your neck. Another shiver goes down your spine and your nipple hardens. ”Look, Logan! They have their own dick now.” You breathed in sharply, eyes cast down at the cock in front of you before looking at your phone with wide eyes. “Go on, puppy,” Wade encourages. “Play with your hard cock for Alpha.” Your eyes go straight to the camera again, and your breath is now shallow, panting. Your heart pounded in your chest at his words, warmth spread from your neck up to your face and down your chest. You’d never done this with a partner and them knowing. You never told partners since it’s taboo and shamed. You’ve always done it in your mind when positions fit. It seems like such a foreign concept: Permission to be genuine and play.
He leans to the side slightly, looking over your shoulder as he watches you. After nearly 30 seconds, he offers, “Maybe we should start with your pussy? Hmm? Make sure they’re both all nice and ready for fun.” The fingertips of left hand moved to your inner thigh, running up and down slowly while his right has a finger running up and down your folds. You were soaked. He added another finger and worked on gathering up your slick from around his your cock before taking your cock in hand. You and he inhale sharply, watching his slick-covered fingers begin to move down your shaft. It was as if someone had punched your moan out of you.
“Like that baby…boy,” Wade asked. You vigorously nodded. “Why don’t you help me? Show me what you like.”
Your hand shakily laid on top of his. “Oh, no, little boy.” Wade pulled his hand away and made sure to return yours to your cock. Your breath stuttered. You logically knew this was Wade’s dick but you swear in that moment you swear you could feel your fingers wrapped around it.
Your eyes never left your cock. The warmth from your hand and the sensitivity of your cock. The slickness under your hand. You needed more. You let go and swept all four fingertips to gather a good amount of your wetness before grabbing the head of your cock. You tightened your grip some and glided down. Wade and you both moaned, again, at the sensation. Continuing to move back up before returning downward, gathering more slick from your cunt as you did.
You could feel yourself grow wetter with each pass. Grunting as you work into an easy rhythm before adding a twist at the head. Wade hummed a groan. This felt so good that you nearly lost balance. Wade wrapped his arm under your breasts to keep you in place. “Just like that, baby,” he cooed, placing open-mouth kisses on your neck. You whined at his words. You could feel pinpricks of sweat forming on your scalp before they slid down onto your face and neck.
He licked the sweat from your skin, coating you in his scent. You hummed approvingly as you worked your cock faster. Suddenly, your core felt so empty that your other hand went straight to your entrance trying to stuff three fingers. Wade bit into your neck and nearly broke skin. Gasping, you closed your eyes for a few moments with your hand stuttering its rhythm. He pulled your hand away and stuffing fingers into your entrance as you worked your cock. “Such a hungry puppy, aren’t you?” He growled against your shoulder. He made sure to lean back some more, keeping you at more of an angle for the video as he used his other than to cover your hand so you were both jacking off. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed, and nearly overwhelmed by pleasure. Wade licked along your neck before nipping and sucking purple blotches into your skin. You moaned and whined. Felt tears burn behind your eyelids only to slide down your cheeks. You sobbed in rapture.
He nipped at the scar over your scent gland, the mating bite Logan made claiming you. You shuddered. “I can feel you clenching against my fingers, puppy,” Wade said into your skin and kissed the scar. He suddenly pulled his hand out, causing an unhappy whine from you. He then pushed four fingers into your entrance and bit at your mating scar as he pounded his fingers into your core. This sent you (both) over the edge. A scream caught in your throat that never made it past, silent as your body seized up and your channel clenched around Wade’s fingers, milking them while he kept his pace to keep your orgasm going. You could feel your warm spend dripping down your fingers as you and Wade worked your throbbing cock through. The intensity was too much for you, breath caught in your throat. Every peak hitting harder than the last until your body fell pliant against him and darkness invaded.
The next time you open your eyes, you find yourself laying on Wade, cleaned up from what it feels like, and several blankets over you both. You can smell all three of you on the blankets and bedsheets. Your mate’s scent hits you followed by footsteps entering the room and what sounds like a glass set down on the nightstand. Feeling the bed shift, you know Logan is here. He slides in under the blankets and presses up against you, wrapping his arm around you tightly with Wade’s.
This whole time you never moved, never made a sound, never changed your breathing, just listened and smelled. Your eyes open looking at nothing but Wade’s textured skin and the feel of his firm chest under your cheek. Arms suddenly squeeze you a bit harder before you’re suddenly shifted by two sets of hands onto your other side into Logan’s hairy, firm chest. Inhaling Logan’s scent makes you feel relaxed; didn’t notice your tension until now. You feel Logan wrap his arms around you and place kisses into your hair. Wade shifts the arm around you both and his leg over your hip, like usual, as Logan helps him get closer. Logan shushes you, and that’s when you realize you’re crying and whimpering. It’s as if you’ve come back to yourself, overwhelmed and confused, and scared. Everything feels different in your head. Wade pressed kisses against your temple and cheek.
You nuzzle into Logan’s chest, enveloping you into your alpha’s scent. Inhaling his scent into your lungs as tears freely flow from your eyes. You don’t understand why you’re crying, just that you are.
It was wonderful and scary.
Does it change anything? What does your mate think? You worry.
“You okay?” Logan whispers. Shifting your head up, you look at him with your brow furrowed and nod. “You don’t smell like it.”
“‘Memberin’,” you reply. “Just thinkin’.” You realize that you do feel a bit upset about it still but remembering how Wade and Logan took care of you after made you feel so safe and wanted. Logan pushing his love and adoration into your shared bond.
“Bout what?” He asked. You smile and kiss his chest. “Bout that time, after when you and Wade took such good care of me.”
You send snippets of the memory to him through your connection.
Logan smiled at you, this warm almost secret smile that he only shows his mates.
“You made me feel so safe and wanted,” you remind him.
“We love you, puppy.” He kisses your hair again.
“I know, alpha,” you whisper, then nuzzle into his chest again. You love how your alpha feels and smells against you. How amazing it is with Wade’s scent added. They accept you for who and what you are, authentic and genuinely you.
