Valko had grown up being told that when he'd meet his mate, he'd know. He would stay up so many nights, asking his mom to tell the story of how she met his dad, how she knew that his dad was the one. No matter how many times he'd hear the story, he'd never get tired.
Maybe that was why he believed in love stories. Because how could he not? His parents' was the love story for the ages.
However, seeing how old he was now, he was starting to lose hope.
He had travelled the world, met countless people, and never once had he ever met someone that made him pause. That stole his breath, that made his wolf go wild, that pulled him as if they were meant for him.
Sure, there had been relationships, good fucks- some were genuinely nice women. One relationship had even lasted two years because it was so comfortable. But that was all it was. Comfortable. No one ever captured his heart. No one ever made his soul burn. No one ever made his wolf yearn for them.
Not the way his mother had always told that she did for his father.
So he told himself that love could wait. It would have to wait. He just focused more and more on the company. On his career. On everything other than what he wanted to seek out.
Even now, he was sitting at his desk, overseeing some papers when his assistant knocked.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the office. "We have a bit of a situation downstairs."
"What now, Simon?" Valko sighed and looked up.
"Uh.. there's a woman downstairs. In the lobby. Won't leave until she sees you." Simon explained.
"So? Call security or whatever-" Valko waved him away.
"That's the problem part." Simon swallowed. "She's not doing anything. She's just sitting there. Says that she needs 5 minutes only. Says that she'll wait."
"Wait?" Valko's brows furrowed and Simon nodded. He inhaled deeply and paused. "I'll handle it." Valko said slowly and then took another deep breath.
There were the usual smells. Office cedar, air fresheners, stale coffee, and something new. Different. Sweeter.
Valko closed his laptop and took out his nasal blockers. He usually wore them so his sense of smell wouldn't constantly be assaulting and distracting him. He took another deep breath and suddenly felt his wolf pawing at the back of his throat.
That was new. His wolf never did that. Had never done that.
He walked out of his office and the smell grew stronger. He followed it all the way down to the lobby and there you were. His heart stuttered, his wolf practically tried to claw out of his chest. He had to put his nasal blocker back in so to not lose control and show the whole building his tail.
"I heard you were looking for me." He said smoothly with a smile, offering his hand.
"Mr Ao! Hello!" You smiled brightly and his knees almost buckled. "I'm so sorry for showing up like this but I called and no appointments were available until next month and-"
He wasn't listening. He couldn't. You were shaking his hand and that's all that mattered. All this time he'd spent looking- Somehow you'd come to him. Just shown up out of thin air.
"But anyway- I found a backdoor vulnerability in your new healthcare app-" You pulled away from his hand and he almost reached out to grab you again. You didn't notice that. You were too busy opening your laptop to show him what you'd found. "I have a small cyber security start up." You explained. "And I thought that if I'd emailed you about this, it might look like a scam or something -"
You were still talking but all Valko was doing was looking at you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way your mouth moved as you spoke, your hands as they glided over the keys on your laptop. Whereas his wolf was purring because he was just near you. A soft chant churning in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
"See?" You smiled, showing him your laptop screen. "That could lead to potential data leaks." Valko nodded. He had heard absolutely nothing you'd said. "Whoever built the authentication layer probably forgot to tie up the loose ends- It's nothing catastrophic. Yet." You turned to him and he was just... There. Without a single working braincell.
"Right... Can you show me the code again please?" He tried to piece together what you'd said.
You nodded and put your laptop on the receptionist's desk. Valko moved closer to look at your laptop over your shoulder and definitely not to smell you.
The nasal blocker was there but this close, he could still smell you. Like pine after rain. Like a warm beach day. Like midnight after a thick snow. Everything was so crisp and you were showing him a code that looked like hieroglyphics at the moment.
"Mr Ao?" You asked, unsure if he was even listening.
"I'm sorry." He gave an easy smile to cover up the torment inside him. "I'm a little distracted. Work and all-" He lied. Oh god I just lied to my mate what would mother say? He cleared his throat. "If you could give me your number, perhaps we can arrange a proper sit down and discuss this?" And then afterwards I'll throw you over my shoulder and we'll disappear for at least a month.
You smiled again and his wolf preened. You were smiling at him. For him.
"Of course." You handed him your business card.
"I'll take very good care of this." And you. Oh god I'll take such good care of you. He slipped the business card into his pocket.
You nodded, "Well.. um- I should go- I'm sorry for causing a scene and-"
Cause as many scenes as you want. Anything you want. His brain was burning up. This was everything and more than what his mother had told him would feel like.
"Thank you." He breathed out as you put your laptop on your bag. "For finding this." And me. Thank you for finding me. "We would have landed in a lot of trouble and lawsuits if you hadn't."
"It's really no problem. You're doing good work. I didn't want it to stop just because someone made a mistake." You assured him. "Thank you again for your time, Mr Ao."
"Valko. Please, call me Valko." He said softly. You'll be saying it for the rest of life, soon enough.
"Valko." You repeated and his wolf purred in his chest.
He shook your hand again, his other hand coming to cover yours completely. "I hope to see you again soon." And then never let you go.
.ā¦ ŻĖ best friend (and onlyfans cameraman?!)! higuruma finally fucking you for your twitter! (āøāøįµį“įµāøāø) ā¢ wc: 1.2k
hiromi would do anything for you, and you didnāt mean for him to find out at first. you really didnāt mean for your best friend since elementary to find out about yourā¦hobby.
it was probably a few months ago since your best friend hiromi found out about your little side hobby as a twitter girl (was that even the right term? you just masterbated on camera?). you did it as a means to profit off your high libido and sexuality, while not showing your face as you attended law school with your best friend.
he accidentally received a link to your stuff that you meant to send toji, your mutual on twitter (who also posted his fair share of kinky shit), instead of the link of files hiromi hadnāt received for a classā¦ and wellā¦
āspread your legs a bit more at the camera, yeahā attagirl,ā now he was your cameraman. you didnāt know how this even came about, but you didnāt necessarily complain. youāve been needing better angles. you were shocked by his reaction making the offer (thinking back, he probably said it in the moment most likely said due to awkwardness or something elseā¦).
āf-fuckā¦nghhhāyeahhhhā¦ā you bit your lower lip, angling the pink dildo while inserting it in and out your cunt.
hiromi held the phone, his hands shaking yet focused on having the best angle for your little twitter video. ādonāt bite your lip, keep letting those pretty sounds out, yeah?ā
ālift your shirt up a bit,ā ārotate your hips juuust like that.ā
perhaps it was a bad idea to have this type of situation with your friend; someone whoāve you fantasized about while doing these types of videos. someone whoās also had feelings for you since high school.
hell, you even imagined the thought of him finding out before and got so aroused at that simple idea. it also doesnāt help how much his praise really affected you.
you took the toy out and groanedāin frustration rather than pleasure.
hiromi squinted at you. āwhatās wrong?ā
āi feel like playing with a toy is too overplayed. too saturated,ā you glanced over at hiromi, whom still had your phone and avoiding your gaze. ālemme see what other ideas i could do.ā
and the top suggestion from people in your only fans and in twitter comments wasā¦ fucking someone. hooking up. those casual fucking videos.
in particular, your audience loved hiromiās voiceāand asked for you to fuck āthe guy with the really sexy voice behind the cameraā.
you narrowed your eyes over at your best friend after reading them out loud; it was no surprise his reaction was his face beet red, eyes hooded and lips pressed together. yet hiromi being hiromi, feigned nonchalance. he pushed up his reading glasses and gripped on the wool fabric of his grey cardigan.
āi could help you, if youād like.ā
and of course, that was the best damn thing hiromi higuruma could do. all the fantasies heās had of you multiplied tenfold since getting your twitter account.
he didnāt even have to see your face to know it was you; same apartment and couch he lounged with you to watch whatever trashy movie on weekends, same old t-shirts youād wear to sleep (he swore he spotted one of his in your videos) to even your cute voice moaning so sweetly.
hiromi liked youāstill does. since high school he has; and agreeing to be your of/twitter cameraman person was both the dumbest yet best shit he could have ever done. he liked helping you of courseāitās you (literally why he used to stay up multiple nights with you to help you with constitutional law the moment you said you needed help)ābut he hated you being looked at for the world to see.
and why not take this time to really show youāre his.
āmmm oh my godddddāhicāfuckkk!ā you felt yourself begin to cry while he pulled your hair. your back arched and you clawed at the kitchen countertop.
the phone was angled so you couldnāt see your faces, but a small part of you wished it did, so that youād gatekeep your little video forever. your little oversized shirt you wore before was hitched up to your chest, your plush tummy feeling the cold marble.
but how you wished to see hiromi; see him in his sexy little nerd law school get up; see him all flustered while his gelled hair became disheveled. then his glasses becoming all fogged up while they slid down that sexy rideable nose you dreamed about since god knows how long.
god, the thought was turning you on. you knew your viewers would eat this upābesides his fucking voice was so undeniably hotā¦
āmove your hips like that for me, sweetheart; attagirl, beautifulā¦ā
it was damn obsceneāthe slick, sticky sound of your bodies meeting echoed through the whole kitchen. but what was more obscene was the continuous torturous pace hiromi took, slowly dragging his large fucking cock in and out your slippery cunt.
the moment you laid eyes on that thing, you even wondered how itād fit.
āb-but it ahh-really hurtsāfuckkkk,ā you bit your lower lip, cheek squished on the cold surface while you let out incomprehensible mumbles every time hiromi thrusted in you. you could feel his cock pulse and twitch with every move of his hips, and feel your slick driiiip down your thighs. āyouāre t-too fuckingāmmm big!ā
as exaggerated as it did appear, you werenāt lying; your nerdy loser best friend had a big fucking cock and knew how to use it.
ācāmon beautiful. you can take it all for me, yeah? so pretty taking me cock, honey.ā
his cock hit that delicious spot you could never read with a simple sex toyāa feeling washing over you that youād never felt. you only wished that pesky condom wasnāt in the way of receiving his creamy load inside.
god this was such a good idea.
āya-you knowānghhāyou really n-need to help me more.ā
fuck, you could practically hear his smug little smile the moment you said that.
āanything for you.ā
āanything?ā
so when you finished, edited the video, and posted, of course you had to tease in the caption:
āfucking my boring const. law tutor/cameraman after studying :,( creampie next? :pā
and of course he texted you a screenshot with a thumbs up emoji like the geek that he is.
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ahah so this was an idea sorry (is it obvious that stargirl interlude was on repeat while my eyes were burning from sleepiness?) um yea i wrote this while sleep deprived and its not edited :.) erm potential pt2?
pt two is outā¦ ahahā¦ also pt three because i have no self control nor canāt say noā¦ā¦..
Best thing about the new pokemon game is the utterly baffling daily schedule the protagonist has. Living out of an overnight bag in a hotel like suite life of Zack and Cody. Unclear whether you pay for this hotel room or not. Also unclear how this place even stays open because explicitly no one else stays here. Run around doing bullshit for a few hours and then the purge starts. Sleep for like one hour every few days because youāre busy participating in said purge all night. Come home to 5:00 am bullshit dinner. The only other thing you eat is like five coffees a day. Most of these are in the middle of the night. Rinse and repeat. I assume real life France is like this also
ą«® ā¢ ļ» - į The Clan's leaders - Alpha Adaman x Omega Male Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Plot: Alpha/Omega relationships were even more traditional during the Hisuian Era, but you lucked out with your Alpha.
You couldn't be more content with a domestic life as the Diamond Clan's leaders! ą«®ź° Ė¶ā¢ ą¼ ā¢Ė¶ź±į ā”
Featuring: Top!Alpha!Adaman x Bottom!Omega!Reader
Warnings: A lotta domestic fluff (& you have kids) but also some smut!!
Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI
Brief Mpreg warning!
- the meeting -
Before Adaman had even presented as an Alpha, his parents and the rest of the clan treated him as one. Full-grown adults would bow to a ten-year-old Adaman on the streets of the village, greeting him with the title of 'Alpha heir of the Diamond Clan'.
Once Adaman had actually presented as an Alpha at the age of fourteen, all of the behind-the-scenes preparations made by the clan's superiors and Adaman's parents were put into play. Inheritance ceremonies were held, leadership classes doubled in frequency and intensity, and, of course, matchmaking appointments became a monthly occurrence.
Until the Diamon clan heir turned eighteen, matchmaking appointments mainly consisted of (scientifically limited) tests and samples being taken from Adaman, along with archaic mating tests being administered. Blood type testing, scent analysis, birth charts being drawn up, and all the rest. But once Adaman was old enough, the matchmakers started providing potential matches, though it took a long time for an actual match to be made.
By the time Adaman had turned twenty-five, his advisors and clan superiors were becoming antsy. The Diamond clan's leader still hadn't found a mate, let alone produced an heir! If an heir was not produced soon, one of the biggest clans in the Hisui region would be at risk of collapse, or worse, a coup. Though no one knew that Adaman was actually very much courting someone, and had been for a while. The Alpha wasn't the biggest fan of Hisui's traditional, archaic views on mating and omegas; so whilst the matchmakers were offering him traditional omegas whose ages only got worringly younger as every year passed, Adaman kept his mind open. That's why Adaman set his eyes on you as his future mate.
You were the same age as Adaman, something that all clan superiors deemed taboo; 'an Omega must be young and fertile for an Alpha' they would say. You were also what superiors and matchmakers would call a 'peasant' or 'commonbred'; not someone suitable for the leader of the Diamond clan. But you caught Adaman's eye as he watched you care for the wild Teddiursa and Ralts near the Diamond settlement; simple acts of kindness, but for a commoner to befriend wild pokemon, it was a major feat. And that was that, you charmed Adaman without even meaning to, and the rest was history.
Courting started small. Adaman would make sure to see you at least once a day, no matter how briefly. At first, you were a bit shocked and confused at why the leader of the Diamond clan was even spending time in the village, let alone talking to you of all people. But as time passed, and Adaman insisted on speaking with you and getting to know each other, you became more comfortable in the Alpha's incredible presence.
Then, the gifts started. Adaman would hand you a pouch of 'spare change [he] had lying around' and tell you to 'buy something pretty for yourself'; even though the amount in the pouch was much more than 'spare change'. Flowers were also common gifts from Adaman, along with berries and poffins for the wild pokemon you would care for. You would always insist that the clan leader shouldn't be showering you in such gifts, but Adaman would always retaliate that you deserved them, subconsciously showing off his competence and ability to provide for a mate.
On the topic of showing off, Adaman couldn't even hide it. That was exactly what he was doing. With every moment spent together, the clan leader would try to subtly show you how good of an Alpha he was; showing off his strength by helping you around your house, showing off his knowledge by telling you details about your favourite pokemon, and obviously showing off his money and status through gifts.
Unfortunately, your relationship with the Diamond clan leader was discovered by the public before either of you wanted. Though you two really lucked out, the clan elders and advisors were so desperate for Adaman to find a mate and produce an heir that they chose to ignore your common background and less-than-traditional values and education. Your relationship with Adaman was made public the very day that you and the Alpha were found out; by request of Adaman's advisors, who suggested that it was imminent for Adaman to be publicly mated and able to continue the Diamond Clan legacy. Even basic courting was suggested to be skipped over, and for the two of you to just hurry up and mark each other, though Adaman was very vocal about his contradictory feelings towards these suggestions. The Alpha wanted to court you properly, and most definitely didn't want to rush marking and do it properly (even though he'd been desperate to claim you for a while now).
You and Adaman came to a compromise with his advisors; the early courting stuff would be skipped over (especially since you and Adaman had been doing said stuff for the past year or so), but the two of you would mark each other when you felt that the time was right. The advisors bit their tongues and agreed. What else were they gonna do?
That was the official start of your relationship. Dates became more extravagant, despite your constant insistence to Adaman that you didn't need bought-out restaurants and riches. Adaman also became much more public with his affections and staking his claim on you; he couldn't help it! The Alpha wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours. Oh, and Ancient Sinoh help everyone if Adaman's claim feels threatened by another Alpha (which happens often 'cause Adaman sees even the smallest smile from an Alpha and freaks out). Your Alpha will be outwardly snarling at whoever is threatening his claim; sizing them up at the same time, and really just going against any and all training he received whilst growing up surrounding these kinds of situations.
In terms of love language, Adaman was a polyglot. Seriously, the Alpha would shower you in words of affirmation and material gifts, he would always make time for you, he literally couldn't stop touching you, and acts of service were a daily occurrence! But if Adaman had to pick one love language, it would have to be scenting.
It was part of your routine at this point. Within the first hour of waking up, Adaman just needs to scent you; rubbing his cheeks against your own, against the scent gland on your neck, and even rubbing the scent gland on his wrist against the one of yours when holding your hand. It started out as a subconscious thing, but it quickly got to the point that both you and Adaman couldn't ignore it. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it! It was quite the opposite. It was just that Adaman was scenting you so, so much that it was almost improper to smell so much of each other. It may also have triggered your heat early once...
The clan leader now holds himself back a LOT. But he has to scent you at least a little every day. And Adaman expects you to scent him back, too! He fucking loves smelling of you. Scented clothes are very often exchanged as gifts between the two of you, especially when your heat or Adaman's rut is approaching.
Adaman will also always make time for you, something you were a little worried about going into a relationship withĀ theĀ leader of the Diamond Clan. But your worries were silenced almost immediately, with Adaman proclaiming to his court and advisors that he would set aside specific hours of the day or days of the week where he would be unavailable for clan duties, using that time to spend time with you instead.
There have been many days when one of your Alpha's advisors will literally be pounding down your door, desperate to get Adaman's attention for some clan duty. But he just ignores it and cuddles into you more on your couch, his purring intensifying as he nuzzles his nose into your scent gland
About 4 months into your official, public relationship with Adaman, you two made the leap and slept with each other for the first time. Before this, you two had gotten intimate before! But had never gone all the way. Adaman would constantly scent you, and you would do the same to him, rubbing your wrist against his, and rubbing your necks or cheeks together. You'd gone through a few heats during your relationship, and Adaman had gone through at least one rut; but you both provided each other with heavily scented clothing and worn undergarments but did nothing more. Not wanting your first time to be blurred by the haze of a heat or a rut.
It was also commonplace for you two to kiss for solid hours at a time! Blood would rush to your face and your crotch as Adaman would dominate your mouth with his tongue and roam your clothed body with his big, masculine hands. But it never went further than that. Both you and Adaman would break away from the long-lasting kiss, spit still connecting your lips together and pants escaping your mouths as you both agree to stop and do something else.
It wasn't that you both didn't want to go all the way; it was that it just felt too rushed. And really, you were both more than happy with the current situation of long make-outs and touching. However, that didn't mean that you two wouldn't think about it. And boy, did you two think about it often. You would ask the clan nurses about heats and ruts and what to do, taking mental notes but consciously ignoring why you were so invested in the information.
The idea of taking and claiming you was also on loop in Adaman's mind. The Alpha had even visited libraries and read about mating, pregnancy and most importantly, pleasure. Though when the first sentence of a book specifically about pleasure in Alpha-Omega relationships was "an omega's pleasure doesn't matter at all...", Adaman scoffed and rolled his eyes.
But nonetheless, once both of you were on the same page, you made that big step. Late one night, Adaman and you were making out as per usual; however, things were getting more intimate, more touchy, more desperate. You could feel Adaman grind his hard dick into your thigh as his hands gripped your waist and his tongue swirled around yours. And the breathy, shy moans you would let out when Adaman moved his hand down to your clothed crotch did nothing but egg the Alpha on. It happened very naturally. Adaman instinctively knew what to do, and so did you; your clothes and Adaman's had slipped off, and all of a sudden the leader of the Diamond clan was fingering you open as he kissed your mouth, your body and eventually reached your aching prick. Before you knew it, Adaman was above you, huffing in your scent as he pistoned his big, hard member in and out of your warm, tight walls.
It was a moment you would never forget; it made you fall even deeper in love with Adaman, and he felt the same. You couldn't get enough of how gentle the Alpha was being, but also how he could show a strong, rough side, too. It was romantic, it was primal, it was raw. You loved every second of it. From the foreplay to the afterglow to the aftercare. It was all incredible.
- the mate mark -
A year and a half into your relationship, Adaman's advisors were growing weary once more. Sure, the leader of the Diamon clan was in a public relationship at the very least. However, he was unmarried and unmated; how could anyone be sure that an heir would even be produced? The high court of the Diamond Clan and Adaman's advisors urged him to mark and marry you, or else they would no longer support the already unorthodox relationship. Luckily enough, Adaman was also on the same page; it was about damn time that the two of you staked your claims on each other, solidified your relationship.
Ever since your first time together, you and Adaman started fucking like bunnies, it wasn't as if this was going to be any different; the only difference was that after the marking, you two were going to belong to one another until the day you die! No biggie!
Adaman had subtly let you know about the pressure that the court was putting on him to mark you already, and he was very pleased when you showed nothing but interest and excitement towards the idea. You knew that Adaman had to mark you at some point; it had gotten to the point that you were just kinda waiting for him to ask.
It started off like any other time the two of you were intimate. Adaman gently stripped you off, caressing your body with his calloused hands as he kissed you. Your arms would wrap around the Alpha's neck as you pull him in closer to kiss him deeper. Airy moans bounce around your shared bedroom as Adaman burries his ring and middle fingers inside of you, curling them into your prostate and rubbing the bundle of nerves softly as he also focuses on loosening up your tight, warm walls. Adaman would always focus on your pleasure, almost as if hearing your moans and smelling your scent as it became thicker and more potent made him feel as good as you felt. You'd have already orgasmed once before the blue-haired Alpha even brought his thick dick anywhere near your hole; Adaman's skilful, long tongue making sure of that fact by shifting its attention from your sopping, slick-dripping hole to your precum-leaking prick and back to your hole. Oh, and don't think that your sweet, omegan cum would be wasted on coating your stomach! No, no. Despite how good the sticky, white liquid looked on you, Adaman would never dream of letting the delicious, aphrodisiac-like substance go to waste; his warm, wet tongue licking it up off of you and immediately sharing it with you through a sloppy kiss.
Despite every second feeling like hours when you're with Adaman, you can't deny that sex with him makes your mind go fuzzy; it's moments like these that you really hate your secondary gender. The rush of hormones and Adaman's scent make it really hard to live in the moment and focus on everything that's going on. So before you know it, the muscular Alpha is fully naked, massive muscles and god-like build on full display as his long, alphan cock re-arranges your guts. Adaman's grunts, pants, moans, and the praises he stutters out as he tries to grind his dick deeper into you, it all gets you going so much. And the same goes for Adaman; the moans you let out, the way you mumble and moan out his name like a prayer, the way you scratch up his broad, muscular back, and holy fuck the way you smell? It all makes him wanna fuck you more and MORE!
Once the two of you were nearing climax, Adaman held himself up above you, looked down into your eyes and asked, 'Am I okay to mark you now, my love?'. As expected, you nodded as eagerly as a (near)orgasming omega would and let your Alpha bite down on your scent gland. The pain was quickly dulled out by the pleasure of an especially hard orgasm crashing down on you; your moans getting even louder, your walls clenching even tighter around Adaman as his knot breached your hole, and your scent... Holy shit, your scent was making Adaman actually spiral. In the chaotic pleasure of feeling your Alpha claim you as he knotted you, you bit down on Adaman to ground yourself; instinctively going for his scent gland and marking your Alpha back as he marked you.
Unintentionally, you and Adaman hit two birds with one stone. Because, sure, the main goal of this was to end up marking each other; however, with Adaman's knot being locked inside of you, shooting multiple, thick, fertile loads, you were also almost guaranteed to fall pregnant.
Low purring was all that could be heard throughout the bedroom. A stark contrast to the loud moaning, groaning and other adjacent noises just half an hour beforehand. You and your (now official) Alpha basked in the afterglow; your head resting on Adaman's bicep as his face nuzzled into your scent gland. Your scent now changing ever so slightly to mix with his own; a change that Adaman didn't know would make him feel so much more possessive over you. If that were even possible.
Your wedding ceremony took place shortly after you and Adaman had marked each other. He was officially your mate. You two couldn't be happier. And the honeymoon phase was going strong, 'cause you two were literally fucking every second of the day! It didn't help that your heat had started literally the day after your ceremony, but even after your heat, instead of recovering, you were bouncing on Adaman's knot like no tomorrow! And as you'd expect, that resulted in a positive pregnancy test pretty quickly.
- the pregnancy -
Things had calmed down after your mating and wedding to Adaman. Both in how chaotic life was and how high your libidos were. Don't misunderstand! You two were still fucking literally every night. But that was a very big reduction in comparison to how you two were during your honeymoon.
You had a hunch you had fallen pregnant. Within the 10 or so weeks after your wedding, you began feeling nauseous and vomiting early in the morning. Your moods would swing, and you would crave foods you'd never even tasted.
Adaman also had a hunch; your scent had gotten sweeter. Initially, he'd had a fleeting thought of it being your heat. However, that didn't make sense; you'd just had your heat! And the change in your scent wasn't exactly the same as the one when that time of the month had come. Though it was a change Adaman could surely get used to~
Eventually, you listened to that hunch you felt. The clan nurses had given you some archaic and imperfectly accurate tests to try and get some sort of confirmation. And sure enough, you were with child.
Adaman was of course, as you'd expect, elated. The high court of the diamond clan and Adaman's advisors had all taken a sigh of relief. And you? You were happy, but definitely also very nervous.
By your second trimester, you were showing. Every time Adaman would see your bump, his Alpha would swell with pride, and he'd be all over you. Even though the bump was small, the Alpha would still caress it and kiss it, calling it and you beautiful, along with all other sorts of compliments. You'd gained back a lot of your energy, with many of the negative symptoms from your first trimester subsiding, and you were almost back to your usual self. Which also meant that you and Adaman were getting intimate again...
Your hormones were all over the place, but those that controlled your libido were always the same during your second trimester; through the fucking roof. Adaman wasn't complaining; he loved making love to you. Though he would get worried about your own health and the pups', but it took very little convincing from you for him to get back to business. It also didn't help that you looked so fucking sexy pregnant with his pups; growing them so well and keeping them so safe. Also! Another thing that didn't help Adaman's attempts at holding back was that your nipples had swollen so fucking sexily. The muscle tissue around your nipples had slightly swollen to allow for the milk ducts to swell, shaping your chest in what looked like soft, pillowy pecs. Adaman has sucked and bitten on those things so much, you've almost started lactating early...
Your third trimester was the hardest. You were constantly tired. Constantly uncomfortable. Constantly in moods, mainly stemming from feeling like a burden to Adaman. Though your moods never lasted long, with Adaman constantly by your side, showing you the love, care, and affection you really needed in those moments.
You spent most of your days during your third trimester with Adaman; your Alpha having halved his work days so that he could spend as much time as possible with you. You'd think you'd run out of things to talk about, but between name ideas, first pokemon ideas, and other future plans, you and Adaman would always fill the silence. And when there were moments of silence, it was always deliberate; with you resting your head on Adaman, breathing in his scent as your purrs and his croons filled the room.
The birth was one of the hardest parts. The pain was barely numbed by the herbs provided by the nurses and doctors. Your screams filled the Diamond Clan's main house. Adaman had to be locked in an adjacent room and also be sedated with the same herbs provided to you; to prevent him from harming any doctors or nurses in order to get to you. His alpha was screaming at him the entire time to do something, to protect his omega. His perfect omega.
But it was all worth it. Once you'd come out of your post-birth daze, and once Adaman had been released from his mini-quarantine, you got to meet your perfect children.
- the children -
The names have been chosen from the origins of 'Dialga's name; choose different ones if you want!
You and Adaman welcomed two beautiful pups into the world. A girl named 'Dia', and a boy named 'Gon'. As you can imagine, Adaman is an incredible father. He makes sure that you're well-rested and does a lot of your feeding shifts even when you insist that it's your turn.
As the two pups grow up, you and Adaman constantly talk about what the kids will present as; bringing forth evidence as if you two were holding court. Dia's possessiveness over you has got Adaman certain that she'll present as an Alpha. She's growled at her sire when he's gotten too close to you and had to be told off; though it wasn't very effective due to Adaman's insistence that it was adorable (which it was). You, on the other hand, are convinced that Gon will present as an Omega. Your precious little boy was too cute to turn out as a burly Alpha; his personality was also much more that of an omega than that of an Alpha, relying on logic over instinct. Gon also scents absolutely everything, including you and Adaman; he physically cannot fall alseep without scenting you two and getting scented back.
Glimpse into the future: Your predictions were correct. Dia has presented as an Alpha and has become one of the most protective people you know; she even outdoes Adaman when it comes to her brother and her papa (you). Gon presented as an Omega; Adaman had to literally lock you in your room to stop you from checking on your son every five minutes during his first heat.
- the family -
The family dynamic is domestic heaven. You and Adaman were made to be with each other, and you were especially made to be parents. Adaman is an incredible father; he takes your kids out almost every day, teaching them things and playing with them while you tend to the house and cook. But don't think for a second that a relationship as unorthodox as yours is that traditional; you and Adaman swap roles very often. One day, you'll be at home and Adaman will be with the kids and dealing with Clan business, but the next you'll be the one taking the kids out and teaching them how to read and befriend pokemon whilst Adaman cooks a meal for you all whilst holding a clan meeting in your living room!
Adaman's whole thing is not wasting time, and he's especially concerned about his time when he could be spending his time with you or the kids! The clan's court and advisors honestly regret pushing Adaman to have kids so quickly 'cause a lot of the early clan business hasn't been tended to just 'cause Adaman wants to spend time with his family instead!
That being said. Adaman couldn't be happier 'wasting' his days away by your side. Spending his days in his sleepwear, cuddling you on the futon as you watch your children play with Adaman's Leafeon and your Sylveon/Jolteon. (Symbolically, the Eevee gifted to you by Adaman would evolve into one of these as they are the only two unused Eeveelutions by either Adaman and Irida! But more than welcome to imagine a different one)
YO YO YO!
Sorry about my inconsistent uploads lololololol! I have a job, I have summer work for uni, and i can't be arsed most of the time lol.
I usually wouldn't apologise for my shitty writing schedule but my dumbass did literally tease up-coming fics and then dipped so I feel this is needed lmaooo
But yeah! Really enjoyed writing this (I fucking love ABO), hope u guys enjoyed too!!
I finished Legends Arceus recently but I have not finished sketching stupid things
(Yes I managed to misspell a five-letter word. I would love to use āenglish is not my first languageā excuse but sometimes I make even more stupid mistakes when I write in my native language. So I think Iām just not that good at using human languages in general)
Playing Legends for the first time years after it was released I of course knew about Volo and his cute little mischiefs. I still ended up in this situation due to my brilliant idea of creating a perfectly round team and a bunch of other bad decisions. Believe me or not this didnāt end well.
While I was prepared for Volo I certainly was not prepared for Kamado and his unique ways of making decisions and solving problems. I was not prepared for the whole exile situation or the last cutscene where this amazing man just gracefully plopped all his responsibilities on Cylleneās shoulders. The woman is two piplup tall and probably one mishap away from murdering someone, give her a break.
Iām a little sad now because itās time to say goodbye to my morning routine of sketching whatever questionable ideas visited my head while playing.
But if you woke up today thinking āwish there was a childrenās book illustrator somewhere on the other end of the world with half an hour to spare so I can ask them to sketch my favorite PLA character or pokemonā then hi hello iām here welcome to my ask box. Apart from PLA i still have some residual knowledge of gen 2, 4, 6 and 8 (Iām also allergic to odd numbers apparently)
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