Perdóname Ramón, pero eras el candidato perfecto UnU

Im Jayce!

im looking for some consistent roleplay partners! Any age just dont be under 13(if you are, get off, your to young to be on social media-) and dont be over 21.

I want to do some A/B/O dynamic/ omegaverse. (i pref to play omegas)

Laying your hand on the stomach bulge and just resting it there, looking at his stomach stretching more and more to accommodate.

Type: Y/N - absolue shitpost

Length: Short story

Pronouns: He/Him

Occupation: Student

Universe: We'll fucking see

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Passing by the rows of overly decorated lockers I scramble to reach the wall, hoping to dear God that I don't accidentally bump into someone on the way. My hands grasp onto a door handle, and my tail wags as I pull myself out of the lunch rush smacking into the wall with a resounding thud. My petite figure collapses to the ground, as I am so fragile and frail that of course I would be flung onto my back with such ease. Feeling the piercing eyes of passerbys urks me, sitting up slowly I try not to attract anymore unwanted attention to myself.

"Ah- ow," I rub my back, a small stinging pain makes me wince in the process "that was close." I sigh, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. If only I hadn't been so clumsy, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess. I feel tears prick the corners of my baby blue, aqua marine, sapphire bedazzled azure orbs. I glance down at my shaky hands, as pale and as white as snow, I could reflect the sun if it weren't- well if it weren't for my secret.

"[Y/N]?" A charming voice pipes up behind me with a sense of concern. I whip my head around to look at the prince like figure, standing at 6'5" towering over my cowardly 5'5" self. She has fluffy brown hair just passing her shoulders and defined muscles that the school uniform can't hide. My bright icy atlantic sphares glisten at the familiar chiseled face.

"J-J-Jeremia!" My somber frown turns into a soft smile, I can't help but brighten when I see her. Out of instinct I cling to her, losing all self control. The sudden jump makes her almost falter, but like the absolute legend she is she simply wraps her jacked arm around me and steadies herself. Everyone whispers and murmurs behind her, I can't blame them, they're probably in shock - how could their student body president be friends with a wimp like me. Even I question our friendship, being a half-blooded demon-angel omega hybrid has it's disadvantages.

"I missed you [Y/N]! How are you?" Her calm voice is so soothing, I want to squel in response, but my reputation as the edgiest, most emo kid at this school would be ruined. Jeremia let's out a hearty laugh, I bite back the urge to get on one knee and propose. Pulling back out of what was basically me hanging from her neck I nod "I'm great now that you're here Jelly." My grin is convincing enough for her to grab my hand and drag me to our next class.

I want to tell Jelly how sorry I am I basically ghosted her for two months, but our English professor groaning on about Romeo and Juliet is getting in the way. I sit restlessly tapping my foot against the steel ground, looking longingly out of the window. I could never let Jelly know my secret, she'd try and help me. But she's no match for the Godling Alpha Predator Supreme, even with her rippling biceps and highly defined abbs the Godling Alpha Predator Supreme would crush her with a simple wink. I return to reality feeling a pen poke my back, I look over my shoulder with an irritated expression. "What do you want Kyle?" A freakishly lengthy arm reaches out and lightly slaps my face, I can see the small smirk on his face as he retracts his arm. Headphones around his neck and a hoodie over his school uniform, his neck length black hair fizzles out a bit as he refuses to comb it despite my insistence "Sup. Guess you are alive, dam." His sarcastic tone annoys me as I grumble and turn back to face forward "Look I'm not in the mood right now." Even though I've only known him for like a year now, Kyle has become one of my closest friends. I just hope he understands my distance is to protect him from the dangers of this world.

"Fuck, alright then." Kyle shrugged returning to his computer quickly forgetting I was even here.

The bell rings surprisingly early, I raise a brow at the quickness while checking the time "T-th th th thre- three pm?" My quirky stutter gets in the way of my sentence and effectively concerns Kyle who had already packed up "The hell is wrong with you?" I can tell he's worried by the furrow of his brow, he's probably just too tsundere to properly word it. "I-I I'm fine don't worry about it." I turn my head away, something is wrong, how could time pass so quickly without me even noticing. I swear it was just two pm a few minutes ago. Kyle is still standing to the side- I look at see that he's already gone.

One of my classmates notice my shock and rolls their eyes "Kyle said something like, 'Not what I asked.' and then left." I must have not noticed how truly worried he was. From the back of the room Jeremia comes up and waves at our classmate who instantly shrinks back in what I presume is admiration.

"Mr.[L/N] I need to talk to you for a minute." Miss Gergy interrupts my train of thought, calling me over to her desk. I'm nervous as I walk over, for someone in their late fifties her prestine skin and well managed auburn hair is vibrant and beautiful. "MR.[L/N] are you listening?!" Oh no I zoned out again, shit. "Well if you're done monolouging," She throws down a folder full of papers, tilting my head to the side I hum "quite frankly you're grades - for better lack of a word - are tragic." I fidget in place, wondering whether or not she had contacted my parents. "You haven't passed a single class, and then you went missing for two months. The school wasn't even given notice about your families 'vacation' until a week ago." I start to sweat realizing that coming back to school was a mistake, and that maybe Miss Gergy was a bit angry.

After getting an earful for a whole half hour I left the classroom bawling my eyes out, as I run home now I can hear Jeremia behind me calling my name. I pass Kyle who was waiting for the bus, he didn't even spare me a glance more focused on his phone. I also pass that one classmate who let me know Kyle left. Finally I reach home, or a house that I sleep in, a home is not what it is. Sniffling and whimpering I cautiously approach the door. Slowly I turn the knob, praying that the car in our drive isn't who I think it is. Before I can even push the door open I feel a tug on the door, stumbling back I'm greeted to the sight of a lean feminine figure standing in my doorway. Instantly I fall to my knees, bowing my head as low as humanly possible. "Godling Alpha Predator Supreme, I- I didn't know you were coming so early." I can't see her smile but from the little giggle she gives me in response tells me she's at least amused by my reaction.

"My love, please just address me by my name, no need to be so formal. After all you are my bride." Her voice is silky smooth, I can feel a hand cup my face as a thumb slips under my chin forcing me to look up. My eyes are clenched shut but the small peck on my forehead shakes me to my core. My eyes widened, her face is so close to mine, her soft plump lips and dark freckled skin are so warm and welcoming that I almost faint.

"D- Devan?" I utter her name like a curse, she snickers looking back to my parents who wear the most pleased smiles. I've never seen them smile so much, usually they just yell and scream at me. Though I guess selling me off to the Godling Alpha Predator Supreme is worse then all of that. Softly I'm pulled to my feet and Devan takes me away. I try to protest but am quickly silenced by a bag of money and jewels thrown in my face by my parents "There's your cut kid. Never fucking come back."

And that's the story of how I ended up becoming the first husband of the Godling Alpha Predator Supreme, the pack leader of the number one pack in all of America and the first descendant of the vampire God who ruled over the ancient kingdom of Ancientia.

•Please don’t repost/edit/sell my art. Thank you.•

Title: Well what if it wasn't?

Summery: what if things didn't have a happy ending

Warning: this is an omegaverse

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A slap on the back, congratulations given left and right. Everything couldn't be better after Hobi had given me the news that he was pregnant.

We bad waited a few months to make sure that nothing would happen before we told everyone, a party had been thrown not even three weeks later.

Namjoon and me had be talking about the gender and the baby's name.

"So you going to pop the question?" Came a sly voice from behind me.

"Jin!" Laugher erupted from him.

"So..is that a yes?" A smile spread across his face.

"Jin let (y/n) breath." Namjoon's disapproving voice interrupted my train of thought.

"But you are going to ask him right?"

"I was actually going to ask him when they bring you the cake." I felt my blood rushing up my cheeks.

"Well we better leave you to your lover." Seokjin said as he pulled Namjoon way.

Turning around I saw Hobi walking into another room with Yoongi, following them so I could talk to Hobi before they brought out the cake to for warn him, as not to scare or surprise him to much.

"Is it mine?" Yoongi's voice was the first thing I heard, my hand resting on the door knob, I had almost had turned it before curiosities got the best of me.

"No, Yoongi please don't. This was an accident nothing more, (y/n) is the father." Confusion swept through me as I tried to process what they were saying.

"You came to me Hobi, you can't deny what we had was something." My heart was pounding, as I tried to wrap my head around what they were saying, Yoongi was someone I considered a dear friend being the first person I had told about Hobi pregnancy, he was the one that told me to wait to tell everyone.

"Don't do this, not now what happened was nothing but a mistake." Hobi sounded so desperate, it took everything I had not to break down the door and demanded answer to things I already knew.

"Stop, Yoongi " a soft voice rang threw the door, and suddenly I had thrown open the door.

Yoongi had his hands all over Hobi body and it looked like he was melting into his touch. Anger, confusion, and was all I could feel.

"(Y/n)!" A desperate sound i couldn't handle it i had to leave, storming out a hand had wrapped around my arm.

" please wait. Let me explain," I couldn't bear to look at him "(y/n) it was an accident it meant nothing please believe me." I couldn't, turning around to look at him he was shaking my eyes drifted to Yoongi and he couldn't even look at me.

"Is it mine?" I couldn't hide how my voice cracked, how weak I felt in this moment. Hobi seemed to flinch slightly at the accusation.

"(Y/n) I can explain." He seemed to stuttering out the words. That was all I needed to hear before I pulled my arm out of his grip and stormed out of the room.

I couldn't bear to look at anyone as I grabbed my coat and keys. Ignoring everything as I tried to leave as fast as I could, Hobi's sobs seemed to ring through me as confusion swept through the house.

Someone grabbed my arm " (y/n)?" Seokjin considered voice pulled me through my thoughts.

"Everyone can go home the party's over." I couldn't bear to look at him as I made the announcement, looks of confusion, concern was apparent on everyone's face.

Pulling my hand a little toward out of Seokjin grip and leaving as I slammed the door Hobi's sobs following me as I left.