Warnings: Scenting, Marking, Established relationship.
Synopsis: Loâak, wanting to pull a prank on his brother, hugs you and leaves his scent all over you. How does your boyfriend react when he smells it?
Word Count: 917
âYou want to prank Neteyam?â Loâak questioned, face lighting up with mischievous interest. A slow grin tugged at his mouth, the kind that told you he was definitely up to no good. âOh, I have an idea.â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âThat sentence alone is concerning.â
He leaned closer anyway, lowering his voice. âTrust me. Itâll be harmless. For the most part,â he said, mumbling the last bit.
Reluctantly, you sighed and nodded. âFine. But if he gets mad, Iâm blaming you.â
Loâak laughed under his breath, clearly pleased, and before you could react, he reached forward and pulled you into a hug. It was sudden, but playful, his arms settling gently around your upper back. He was careful, and respectful with it, but he stayed a moment longer than necessary, chin resting atop your head, while his palms rubbed in circular motions against your back.
You rolled your eyes but smiled, hugging him back innocently, wondering what kind of prank he had planned.
âJust a hug? Howâs that a prank?â you asked after pulling back, giggling and genuinely confused.
âYouâll see,â Loâak replied with a sly grin.
Unbeknownst to you, his scent clung to your skin afterward.
Later that day, the forest was bathed in the dim gold of the nearing eclipse when, from afar, you spotted Neteyam near the training grounds. He was focused, absorbed in the careful act of cleaning his knife, with a calm, relaxed aura surrounding him.
You called his name softly at first, then a little louder, jogging toward him with a smile that stretched across your entire face.
Hearing his name being called by a familiar voice, he looked up toward your approaching figure, and his expression softened the moment he saw you. Without hesitation, he set his knife and cloth aside, standing with open arms, followed by you crashing into him. His embrace was comforting and enveloping, his strong arms gentle around you, breath warm against the top of your head. Your cheek pressed softly against his chest, and your arms wrapped gently around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.
Then, out of nowhere, his arms loosened from around you. You pulled back slightly, confused, and looked up at him just as his expression shifted. His brows were furrowed, eyes dark. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands came up again, gripping your arms as he leaned down toward you.
And then, he inhaled, once, and then again shortly after, much to your confusion. Quickly, his nose traced the top of your head, following along your collarbone, then your neck, his breathing deepening with each inhale, as if he were trying to pinpoint the scent of someone familiar.
With the realization hitting him, Neteyam froze. He pulled back suddenly, eyes locking on you, jaw clenched, ears pinned slightly back in tension.
âWhy,â he asked slowly, voice tight with jealousy, trying to compose himself, âdo you smell like Loâak?â
You blinked, completely thrown off. Your mind went blank, scrambling to make sense of his sudden behavior and question.
Then, it came to you: the hug from Loâak earlier, that playful, innocent prank he had suggested, was playing out right now. Your confusion disappeared at the realization, and before you could stop yourself, a laugh slipped out, small and incredulous, as you looked up at his furious face.
Neteyamâs jaw tightened further. âThis is funny to you? His scent is dripping off of you,â he said, with an irritated scowl on his face.
You quickly blinked up at him, cheeks warming. âI didnât even notice! He just hugged me,â you stammered, laughing nervously.
Before you could clarify that it was a prank, without warning, his hands began moving almost instinctively, gliding over your body, sliding along your back, tracing the curve of your sides, holding you close as though he would never let go. He leaned down, pressing his cheek against the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder, and slowly dragged it up to the side of your neck, lips brushing just beneath your ear. Soft, involuntary sighs escaped your lips in response to his intimate touch.
Although you enjoyed his sudden affection, it left you confused. You slightly tilted your head away, and he followed immediately, matching your movements, and keeping you pressed close.
âNeteyam?â you whispered, heart racing from the contact.
He didnât look up. His voice was gruff, breath hot against your flushed skin. âMine,â he murmured, lips brushing over the pulse at your neck before latching on, sucking gently for a moment before pulling away. âI donât want you smelling like him. Youâre mine. You should smell like me.â
At his words, a soft whimper slipped from your lips, your knees going weak as your body melted further into his roaming touch, responding to the possessive marks and the raw jealousy lacing his voice.
He stayed pressed against you for a minute longer, inhaling his scent radiating from your neck, before pulling back just enough to take in your flustered expression, with a small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
âNow,â he uttered, voice husky and low, âno one is coming near you, especially not my skxawng brother. And if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to skin him for touching my girl.â
Before you could protest, he strode off with purpose. You scrambled after him, calling out that it was just a prank, but it didnât slow him down in the slightest. If anything, it only made him walk faster. Loâak really shouldâve known better!
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i see everyone talk about scruffing, purring, nesting, scenting, all the things ! but i never see anyone talk about lovingly holding in your mouth. cmere and let me gently bite your arm for a second because i love you <3
Eddie's still a couple miles from home when the van dies. The engine gives a few pitiful putters before groaning and rolling to a definitive stop. He drops his head to the steering wheel, letting out a groan of his own.
He was at the Hideout, it's like 1am, and he can't sleep out in the van, not after last time, when Powell found him.
He's walking home. The shortest route is to cut through the woods, which he hates, but the moon is out and there's still some leftover late-August mugginess in the air, so it's fine. It's fine. Not like there's anything to be scared of in the forests of Hawkins, Indiana.
He's close to home when he trips on an exposed root, scrapes his hand against the sticks and rocks on the forest floor.
"Fuck, shit," he mutters. In the weak light of the moon, he sees the gleaming red seeping from the cut on his palm. It stings. He swipes it on his jeans, keeps going.
The nature sounds go quiet all at once, like someone turned them off, and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck.
Further into the woods, off to his left, something lets out a high-pitched chitter, nothing like he's ever heard before. His heart rate skyrockets, feet moving faster now. There's a flashlight in the van he wishes he thought to bring with him; why hadn't he grabbed it?
He hears the snap and crackle of branches and dead leaves under heavy feet, the crashing through the woods growing louder as the thing moves closer. In the dark of the trees he sees a massive, hulking shape, certainly not human, running straight at him.
Eddie stumbles back--
A dark shape leaps from the woods to his right, a strangled scream slips from his throat but--
It's a...dog?
That doesn't make sense, it's too big, too--
It positions itself in front of Eddie, thick growl rumbling straight through his bones.
This close, he can see that it's a wolf, but that's wrong too. There aren't wolves in Indiana, and it's still too big, bigger than any wolf he's ever seen on Wild Kingdom.
It snarls, creeps towards the other creature still lurking between the trees.
He's terrified to move, to get the attention of either of these things, but then the wolf turns, illuminated in the moon glow. Its coat is thick, chestnut and light brown. Its eyes are bright hazel with flecks of gold, clear and intelligent. His stomach swoops, but not with fear.
It whips its attention away, but it's pressing against him, pushing him back towards civilization.
A fleshy, wet humanoid leg emerges from the tree line and the wolf makes a terrible noise as it lunges. He takes off running.
His body wasn't made for sprinting, but he keeps going until he reaches the trailer, until he throws himself through the front door. He stays there, leaning against it, until he stops shaking. He needs a joint, like ten of them, needs to forget this night ever happened, because what the fuck.
Later, when he's so high he can't move, he can't stop thinking about the wolf's eyes, that there was something weirdly familiar about them.
The next morning, he hardly remembers any of it.
When he bothers to go to school the next week, Steve Harrington says hi to him, even though they've never spoken before.
He doesn't go back into the woods.
---
Steve keeps saying hi to him, like it's normal for them. Then again, Steve now spends most of his time with this junior from band, Robin Buckley. Anyway, who the hell knows what's normal anymore.
There's this one night in early November, he's smoking on the porch, giddy from finishing a song, smiling up at the full moon.
And he's so happy, elated, electrified by creativity, that he forgets about the woods, finds himself staring right into them.
A pair of golden eyes stare back.
He's not afraid.
That same swooping sensation from before grips his stomach, doesn't let up.
The wolf steps forward, not out of the trees, just closer. Without thought, he mimics the move.
There's a soft rustle of brush and the eyes blink out. Eddie keeps staring, transfixed. His heart's speeding but not with fear.
---
By January, he's actual, real life friends with Steve Harrington. They're hanging out like that's a regular thing they do. He supposes, by now, it is.
He also meets the gaggle of eighth graders that follow Harrington around like ducklings. When they find out he runs a dnd club, they become obsessed with him too.
He doesn't see the wolf again.
---
Eventually, he forgets all about why he's supposed to avoid the woods.
He plans a deal at Skull Rock, thoughtless, and once he's there he's not scared at all. The sun is high in the sky, the air warm, birds swoop and sing and insects chirp.
Eddie clamors up the rock, pulls his notebook and a pen out of his back pocket.
He only means to stay for a little bit, maybe an hour or two, but it's so nice out, and you can't really blame a guy if his eyes get a little heavy. If maybe he doesn't quite try to fight the urge to sleep.
When he wakes up, it's full dark.
The moon is out, stars bright, but the birds are gone and so is the heat of the day. He shivers, and it's got very little to do with the cold. If he runs, he can make it back to the van in five minutes, probably less.
A creeping chitter crackles through the air and the night bugs go quiet.
Eddie curls his knees into his chest. He remembers now, why he needed to stay out of the forest.
There's a shadow that separates itself from the cover of the underbrush. It moves in silence, not even a stick or a leaf cracking where it steps. It stops in front of the rock, lips pulled back to reveal long, deadly teeth. It's growling softly.
The wolf.
"I'm sorry," Eddie says. Doesn't know why he's talking to it. "I lost track of time, I--I'm sorry."
The wolf tosses its head, annoyed, and again he's struck by the odd familiarity of the gesture. It turns its attention from him, pacing along the clearing, Its body carefully placed between Eddie and whatever is lurking in the deeper forest.
Hours pass that way, the wolf's focus never faltering even when nothing appears. The sky brightens, and the danger doesn't seem so immediate. The wolf lays down at the base of the rock formation, and Eddie finally lets himself relax too. He falls asleep between one blink and the next.
A bright beam of sunlight hits him just across the eyes, dragging him back to consciousness. There's a hazy second where he doesn't remember anything about where he is or what happened, but it's kind of hard to ignore what sleeping on a big rock does to your body.
He also realizes--he's not alone. There's someone on the rock with him. Someone sturdy and radiating heat, their body nestled tight against his.
Eddie springs up, heart racing, to find--
Steve Harrington. Naked Steve Harrington. Curled up with him on Skull Rock. What the fuck
He thinks he's going to choke on his tongue.
Steve is gorgeous. So fucking hot. All his sun-kissed skin on display, the constellations of freckles and moles, and--god, he's just a little bit hard. And Eddie gets it, okay, he knows it just happens sometimes, but Steve's a little hard, and perfectly pink at the tip, and Eddie--
He pulls the leather jacket from around his own shoulders, places it over Steve's waist, but even though he's careful--gentle--Steve stirs, nose wrinkling.
Eddie draws away, nervous, as Steve blinks to wakefulness, staring right at him.
"Wha--" he wipes the sleep from eyes his and Eddie watches as understanding dawns on Steve's handsome face. "Oh. Fuck."
And Eddie, he's putting it together, he thinks. He thinks--the familiar golden hazel eyes and the annoyed shake of the head and--it's not possible. It's not. But how is Steve here right now? Why is he naked? What reason besides--
"It's you?" He breathes, doesn't even really mean to say it aloud.
Steve gives one sharp nod, looks away.
"You're a werewolf?" Eddie's voice breaks.
"Shu--it's not--I'm--" Steve's shoulders sag. "Yeah, I guess I'm a werewolf."
"Holy shit, Steve. Holy. Shit. Are there more? Jesus Christ."
"I'm the only one that I know of."
"But-- Weren't you bitten? Or--don't tell me--were you born like this?"
"Um. I was bitten by a dog that seemed completely normal. Obviously--" he gestures to himself. "Something was going on there. We think--"
"Sorry, we? There's a we?"
"Oh, well, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan know. So do Dustin and the rest of the kids. Joyce Byers. Hopper--"
"The POLICE CHIEF knows you're a WEREWOLF," Eddie yells. It startles some birds in a nearby tree, making both he and Steve flinch.
Steve's ears go red. "Hop, he's not--not bad. We--he's helped us out a couple times. Um, there's also a doctor? Who knows? He works for the government and he's trying to figure out why I'm, you know."
"What the fuck, Steve. Like. What the fuck? A government doctor knows you're a werewolf?"
"It's um. You've heard the stories about something being wrong with Hawkins?" Eddie nods. "They're not just stories."
It's a lot to take in. That Hawkins really is cursed, that Steve really is a werewolf, that--
"So, that was actually a--a monster? In the woods? And you--you were, what, looking out for me?"
"Well, I wouldn't need to if you stopped going into the goddamn forest!" There's that annoyed head shake.
"I didn't mean to!'
"What about yesterday??"
"I didn't mean to fall asleep!"
"For fuck's sake, Eddie!"
"I'm sorry!" He throws his hands up. "You could've told me there was a monster."
Steve glares. "Yeah, cause that's an easy conversation. 'Hey, Ed, just so you know, monsters are real. I'm kinda one of them. And some of them in the woods around Hawkins want to eat you'."
"It would've been helpful! And that night, at the trailer, you were--?"
"Making sure you were okay."
"But. Why?"
"Don't you feel it?"
And Eddie doesn't even have to ask what it is. "Yeah, I--yeah."
Their eyes lock and his stomach goes all warm and swoopy. Eddie forces a laugh, forces himself to look away. "So, being a werewolf made you gay?"
Steve coughs out a choked sound. "No, I--no. I was--before."
Honestly, this information is more shocking than Steve being a werewolf. "But--King Steve. All those girls?"
"Robin thinks I was--um--what's it called? Like using that to avoid that I'm also attracted to, you know, dudes. "
"And--it's--Sorry, but this is insane. It's me? That you like?"
Steve laughs. "Why is it easer to believe that I'm a werewolf?"
"I don't--I guess it's cause I've seen you as a werewolf."
"To be fair, you've also seen me, who is gay."
"That's--that's--" Eddie splutters. "Fair."
"Do you remember performing in that talent show?" Steve asks.
"In junior high? Yeah."
"I thought you were really--you did a good job."
"Oh. You--huh." Eddie hides his face in his hands, tries to smother the laugh, but it's impossible.
"Don't--" Steve shoves at him, "Don't laugh! I--you were cute! Goofy! I thought you had nice hands!"
"That's all it takes?" He smirks, can't help but be pleased that Steve's had a crush on him all this time, that it's always been mutual.
"You were nice," Steve says. He's serious now. "You were always kind."
He doesn't know what to say to that, how to hide his growing blush. "So, your werewolf senses know that you like me," he teases.
Steve's neck is read now too. "Um. Yeah? I--yeah. Robin says it's fera--feram--that I'm drawn to your scent"
"Oh, pheromones. Oh." And it's all sort of hitting him now, that this is real, that Steve--he and Steve--oh. "I, uh, like you too, if that wasn't obvious."
"I know." Steve taps the tip of his nose. "I can smell it."
"That's--oh god--that's. So embarrassing. All this time??"
"Only this year"
"That doesn't make it better! Oh my god."
"You've got it so bad," Steve sing-songs, pulls Eddie closer.
"I can't believe the werewolf of Hawkins has a supernatural crush on me."
"Werewolf of--no, absolutely not. You are not calling me that." Steve swats at him.
"Oooh, yes, I am." He pushes Steve back.
"Do you know what will happen if Dustin hears that?"
"Unfortunately for you, that's not a deterrent."
"You're going to be so much trouble--" Steve moves to grab him, Eddie's jacket slipping down his torso. "Oh shit, I'm naked."
"You are very much naked." Eddie can't help his wide grin.
"Don't--don't be gross about it."
"Oh, so you think you'd be normal about waking up to the guy you have a massive crush on naked next to you?"
"I--I--" Steve goes crimson. "Shut-up!"
Eddie giggles, leans into him, and Steve twines their fingers together.
"Okay, but let's get out of here? There's only so long I can tolerate being naked sitting on a rock."
They climb down, Eddie valiantly not oogling Steve the entire time.
"So, do you only turn at the full moon? Does it hurt? How did everyone find out? You have to tell me about the other monsters. Are there vampires? Is anyone else I know a monster? Oh my god, is Robin a witch?"
Steve sighs, can't quite hide the grin pulling at his lips. "I'm not answering all that."
"Steve!"
"I've signed a bunch of NDAs."
"A bunch of--what the hell? Steve! You can't just--"
Steve grabs his hands, squeezes. "I'll tell you. All of it. Promise. Just, not right now?"
Eddie bites his lip in thought, tries not to notice Steve staring at his mouth. "Ugh, fine. But I won't forget you owe me explanations. Plural!"
"Yeah, yeah." Steve rolls his eyes, tugs Eddie forward.
They walk a few steps in silence before Eddie belts out, "Aroooooo, werewolves of Hawkins!" before taking off through the trees.
"Eddie, seriously?" Steve calls after him, only to be met by the echo of his laughter. "Are you really trying to outrun a werewolf right now? I mean, honestly."
"Catch me if you can, sweetheart."
Steve's laugh is a little bit like a bark as he starts to chase.
Emperor's Prize, Part 3 (ABO, Yandere Alpha!Shanks x Omega!Reader)
on Ao3 18+ MDNI
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Shanks POV
Shanks blinked awake a few hours later, his arm wrapped around your waist as you slept tucked into his side. He hadnât meant to fall asleep next to you, it had just come naturally after laying down beside you. Even though heâd rather drift back off to sleep curled up next to you, he was hungry and thirsty as heâd missed dinner taking care of you. As he slowly retracted his arm trying to avoid disturbing your sleep, you let out a soft chuff of displeasure but didnât wake. Shanks smiled, you derived some kind of physical pleasure from sleeping near him even if you werenât ready to say it out loud. He left the bed and the cabin as quietly as he could, tiptoeing his way around the piles of dirty clothes heâd left on the floor. He decided to leave the door slightly ajar so he could hear if you woke in distress, perhaps frightened of an unfamiliar location.Â
As he moved further from his cabin across the deck, his ear was pinched and tugged. Hard. He trailed behind Beckman who kept a firm hold on his Captainâs ear.
â Ow! Hey! What gives?â Shanks whined as his first mateâs smoke wafted into his face. Beckman kept walking towards his cabin, not turning his face to answer.
âDid ye hear anything the doctor told you? He said -âÂ
â âCourse I did! I did everything he told me - bathed her, gave her food -â Beckman stopped walking after Shanks spoke and turned to face him. He pulled on Shanksâs ear even harder, making Shanks pout.
âYou laid her downâŚnext to youâŚin your bed..for the night. Are ye trying to get her to go into heat faster? Her smellâs all over you, did you fuckinâ mark her? If you did Shanks, Iâm gonna cut off yer dick myself -â Beckman finally released the Captain as they were approaching Beckmanâs cabin.
âI didnât! Hardly even touched her. Poor thing fell right asleep, barely had time to get a sentence in before she was out like a light,â Shanks said, rubbing his ear with his hand.
âDecide what ye want to do with âer, Cap. By the end of the night,â Beckman demanded, opening the door to his cabin. Shanks usually liked Beckmanâs cabin, the tidy space a pleasant spot for drinking and talking the night away. Right now Beckmanâs potent smell inside made Shanksâs nose wrinkle in displeasure. When had Beckman started to reek so badly? Shanks leaned on the doorframe but didnât follow his first mate inside.
âWhat now, Redhair?â Beckman grumbled, getting two glasses out of his small cupboard.
âDunno. JustâŚdonât wanna come inside right now,â Shanks answered, not wanting to offend his friend.
âAre yeâŚÂ sigh ..no wonder I went gray so fast. No shit ye donât wanna come inside. Iâm another Alpha and youâre about to start courting that Omega sleeping in your bed. Itâs not personal, itâs biology. Doesnât mean weâre not friends or that I wonât be yer first mate. Just complicates things for a few days between us,â Beckman said while handing Shanks his glass of whiskey. Both of them took their first sips, Shanks enjoying the burn on his tongue.Â
Beckman looked over at his Captain, who was draining his glass quickly. âYer keepinâ her,â Beckman stated. Shanks polished off the whiskey in a gulp and held the glass out for more.Â
âThink so,â Shanks confirmed.Â
âItâs a bad idea to keep an Omega on a pirate ship,â Beckman said, pouring Shanks another drink and handing him back his glass.
âRoger did it. Thatâs how he got Ace,â Shanks replied, swirling the drink in the glass. Beckman grunted, but Shanks wasnât sure if it was in agreement or not.Â
âNot sure thatâs the best example to pick,â Beckman argued lightly, leaning against the doorpost to his cabin.
âWhat elseâm I gonna do with her? Sheâs injured and alone, canât just drop her off on an island. Not gonna sell her, thereâs nothing else -â
âOi. Play games with yourself but not with me. Admit you want tae keep âer for yourself. I know you, Shanks. I know whatâs going on in that head,â Beckman said with a knowing look.
âFine. I do want to keep her, yeah, thatâs part of it,â Shanks muttered sullenly. He hadnât sorted through his thoughts about you yet but Beckman wasnât wrong. Shanks almost felt compelled to keep you and protect you though heâd barely known you a day. He supposed it was biology but he was also one to take things as they came - who was he to interfere with the plans of fate?
âSo be it. Weâll dock tomorrow or the day after, sheâll make it until then. Just donât fuckinâ mark her or sheâll go into heat right thereafter, yeah? Keep yer head on straight,â Beckmanâs voice was firm as he gave his captain a hard stare. Shanks resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his first mateâs attempt to lecture him. Heâd listened to Hongo, he knew what to do. Taking the next drink in one gulp, he handed the glass back to Beckman.
âAnd stop drinking my good whiskey like yer cheap vodka,â Beckman complained without rancor.Â
âAye, aye Capân,â Shanks said easily, saluting and handing the glass back to the first mate. He was still hungry and meandered down to the kitchens, looking for something to snack on. Shanks overheard the conversations flowing between his commanders as he approached the kitchen and he found himself rolling his eyes as they prattled on. He should have known theyâd be gossiping because normally heâd be right there with them talking shit. Shanks stood listening in just outside the open door to the galley.
â- know heâs gonna keep âer, thereâs no way he wonât,â Rockstar exclaimed, slamming down something heavy on the wooden table.
ââCourse he is, have you seen her? All that hair, those legs, the smell? Can you imagine what it would feel like to fu -âÂ
Shanksâ Conquerorâs haki surged with power causing the wood door to splinter as a rumble simultaneously built in his chest. Bonk Punch, Gab, and Yasopp looked up from their seats astounded, nearly frightened. Their stares confirmed that this wasnât the Shanks they were used to - he had never used any kind of force against a member of his crew. He was barely conscious of his actions but he couldnât stop himself from acting this way. Heâd barely felt his haki gathering much less activating, shocking himself as much as his crew. But hearing the Omega in conjunction with the thought of anyone other than himself fucking her was sending him into a rage. Yasopp looked over at Gab and put his hands up in an apologetic supplication.
âSorry, Cap. Was justâŚchatting. Didnât mean nothing by it,â the sniperâs voice was faint as his eyes darted from his captain to his crew mates. Shanks tried to stop growling but the apology offered wasnât enough to calm his Alpha side.
âGo,â was all Shanks was able to say in between warning growls. The men scrambled away with their plates of late night food forgotten on the table in their haste to leave. After they were gone Shanks sat down heavily on the wooden bench before dropping his head into his hands, the long red strands in the front falling over his fingers. Shanks prided himself on his self control, on his ability to be who he needed to be at all times. And this? This Alpha wasnât someone he recognized or wanted to be. His mind raced as he began to think that maybe keeping the Omega wasnât the right decision to make after all. Shanks munched on his crewâs leftover food as he meandered back to his cabin, purposefully avoiding talking to any more crew until heâd sorted his mind out.
Pushing the door in while holding it down to avoid the creak he knew would come, Shanks inhaled your light scent of lily of the valley and cedar and the smell went straight to his cock. You had moved from your previous position, now curled up completely into a little ball at the far end of the bed against the cold wall with the bathrobe from before discarded at the foot of the bed. Shanks frowned at the sight of your defensive sleeping position. Throwing off his cloak again, he undressed completely and laid down where he was previously. Shanks didnât like wearing clothes to bed so he figured you might as well get used to it sooner rather than later.Â
âCome on, Love,â he said while pulling you towards him again. You were warm and sweating despite the cold air in the cabin and your muscles were tight as he shifted your body so your back was against his chest. You jerked awake as Shanks settled you into his side, moving your arms and ducking your head quickly to protect your face. The sight of your terrified and confused expression broke Shanksâ heart all over again. He patted your face and hair, trying to calm you down from whatever nightmare youâd just been experiencing. How could he think to get rid of you when you were so traumatized and broken? No, he needed to keep you by his side and protected - heâd work on his aggression. Maybe after youâd gone through your heat his aggression would decrease on its own.
âShhhh, itâs just me. Go back to sleep, itâs the middle of the night,â Shanks whispered into your ear as he resumed purring for you. You closed your eyes again and tried to relax your stiff body but whatever youâd been dreaming about was sticking with you.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â Shanks asked quietly as his purr rumbled through his chest. He wasnât surprised when you shook your head in response to his query but Shanks didnât mind. There would come a time when youâd want to share everything with him, and he was willing to wait as long as it took. To Shanksâ surprise, you rolled over and buried your face in his neck, feeling the vibrations of his purr on your face. He ran his hand up and down your back as your scent blossomed in the cabin. The longer he purred for you, the more your scent bloomed in the small cabin, making his desire to scent you grow with each whiff of flora he inhaled deeply in his lungs.
Holding you close to his nude body, Shanks couldnât help himself from licking a long stripe up your neck, tonguing hard over your scent gland. Your wound was on the other side of your neck, he wasnât going to risk reinfecting you, but the smell you produced was so tantalizing and potent he couldnât help himself; he simply had to taste you. He also couldnât stop himself from moaning softly as he ran his lips over your scent gland and trailed his tongue over the front of your neck. You tasted just as good as you smelled and he wanted more. He spent several minutes mouthing and licking your scent glands, wanting his smell to linger there as you shivered beneath his attention. He could smell your slick starting to pool between your thighs, it was said that the scent glands of an Omega were as sensitive of an erogenous zone as their groins.Â
Shanks felt his canine teeth elongating in preparation for a bite before he pulled himself away at the last moment. His dominating side was roaring at him to bite you, to properly claim you, but his rational side knew it would bring you into heat faster. As he pulled back, Shanks noticed you were stiff and unmoving in his hold despite the purr still emanating from him, your eyes wide and wary of his next move. You were leaning back away from him, as far back as you could get without moving away.
â âM sorry, got away from me,â Shanks mumbled his apology into your hair. He was sorry you were afraid but he wasnât sorry heâd done it. Even Hongo said that you needed to have his scent on you, this was one of the ways he could do that. Ideally, he would have loved to continue his scenting and stuff you with his cock but he knew that would only ruin whatever small amount of trust heâd begun to build with you. He resumed slowly stroking the skin of your back, purring all the while. Eventually, you were lulled back to sleep by his soothing purr, Shanks feeling your even breath fanning across his neck. Drifting off, Shanks couldnât believe heâd thought to get rid of you.
Your POV
You woke up confused. You were very warm and no one had come to wake you via bodily harm. You hadnât been woken up in the middle of the night by someone pulling on your chains - and actually, you had no chains on. You wereâŚin Shanksâ cabin. Alone. Covered by his blankets and doused in his smell as the late morning sun streamed through the window. You werenât sure what time it was but it was definitely later than youâd slept in a long time. You blinked a few more times as your memories of the previous day came back to you - the rescue, the bath, the food, the scentingâŚ
Shanksâs attention to your scent glands the previous night worried you. He had come back to bed naked, you could feel his hard length grinding against your ass as he held you close. Youâd wanted to stay like that and try to forget the nightmare you had but heâd started purring and your resolve weakened. Youâd wanted to feel his strong purr, to wrap yourself up in it as securely as the blankets around your body. So youâd turned towards him and immediately felt yourself held in place as Shanks licked and sucked on your scent gland. Between the purr, the heat of his body, his hard cock, and the feeling of someone almost lovingly tending to your glands, your mind was swimming in the face of the overwhelming stimulation. You felt more pliant under his hold, like any whim that came to his mind was yours to fulfill. The rational part of your mind screamed for this to stop but another part of you had come forward to not only accept his ministrations, but to revel in them.
Besides, it wasn't like you were actually going to tell him to stop. Those were all thoughts swirling around your head as you fell under his Alpha spell, but youâd let him do anything he wanted to you. After all, you knew how things went with an Alpha from your time on the Victoria Punk. Youâd let him do as he willed, merely grateful he stopped before he bit you.
Alone for now, you took stock of your injuries as was your morning custom. Your neck hurt where Hongo had stitched it but that was to be expected. Your other sores ached as well but you were used to it and you hadnât received any new injuries so all in all you were doing well as far as you were concerned. Looking around, you saw the Emperor had an ensuite you hadnât noticed the previous night. Even Kid had let you use the bathroom when you needed to, surely you could now. After relieving yourself, you happened to look at your face in the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink.
Objectively, you knew it was yourself staring back at you. Who else would it be? But the longer you looked, the more separate you felt from the person in the mirror. The features that were once so familiar to you, that reminded you of your family, now belonged to a stranger. You reached up to touch your chin, the same one your Grandmother had, and pinched it hard. The body you were in registered pain but you couldnât seem to care. Pulling your eyes away from the person in the mirror, you returned to your spot on the bed and hid yourself with the covers once again. You were hungry but there wasnât any food in the cabin and you wouldnât have eaten it without express permission anyway.Â
You lost yourself in thinking about the person in the mirror while you sat in the bed for an indeterminate amount of time. You didnât mind, you were used to waiting without any diversions, and you had always enjoyed spending time alone. At least here you werenât in chains or bound in an uncomfortable position. The sun shifted as the day passed, bringing the warmth of the afternoon into the cabin. The way the cabin steadily grew warmer made you glad you were naked, you wouldâve been a sweaty mess by now if you had been clothed. As you lounged and absently brushed your tangled hair with your fingers, there was a single knock on the door before it opened. You averted your gaze and brought the blankets up to cover your neck.
âGood afternoon, Sleepyhead!â Shanks said merrily, opening the door with his hip to bring in a tray of food and drink. You didnât reply and didnât look up, choosing the safer option of waiting for him to tell you what he wanted you to do. Even though he had been fairly nice so far you didnât want to push him before you knew him well enough to predict his behavior.Â
âBeen up for a while, then? Why didnât you say anything or come out?â Shanks asked with genuine curiosity while holding a mug of water out to you. You extended your hand to accept it but he pulled it away before you could take it.
âAnswer me, Love. I enjoy hearing your voice. Why didnât you let me know you were up or come out of the cabin?â he prodded gently. The truth was you werenât going to do anything he didnât tell you to do, but that wouldnât satisfy the Emperor. Heâd already told you he wouldnât harm you but you werenât sure if you could trust him and you didnât want to risk incurring his wrath should your doubt be considered a slight against him. Instead, you gave him a half truth and hoped heâd accept it without asking anything that might put you in danger.
âNo clothes,â you said in a rough voice before accepting the water as Shanks handed it to you.
âAh, right. My fault for that one,â Shanks said with an easy smile and set the tray down on the bed. You watched him amble over to his clothing pile on the floor where he began kicking it with one sandaled foot. âGo ahead and eat while I look for something for you to wear. Those need to be washed, not for you. Maybe thereâs something in here,â he said while opening a chest filled with fabrics. Rummaging through them, he pulled out breezy cotton shirts, loose fitting pants, and an endless array of sashes.
âHmm. Not sure thereâs anything in here that would fit you, but weâll give it a go. Here, tryâŚ.these,â Shanks said, handing you a billowy top and hideously colored orange pants. You set the mug of water you were still sipping on the bedside table and stood up to pull the shirt over your head. It had one button that sat below your navel and the plunging neckline left your breasts completely exposed. The pants were large but you rolled the legs up a few times and they would work if you didnât have to run anywhere.Â
âWell, that wonât do. Canât have everyone seeing you like that, yeah? Maybe I couldâŚhold on. Lemme go check and see whatâs on the ship. You sit tight here and Iâll be right back,â the Emperor said while looking at your outfit. Sitting back at the edge of the bed, you waited patiently and nibbled at the food until he returned just moments later.Â
âWell, itâs a mixed bag. The good news is that weâll be docked at an island by tomorrow and I can buy you new clothes. The bad news is I have nothing for you now, so youâre gonna have to wear these. I donât have a lot of, oh waitâŚI have one long sleeved shirt I thinkâŚthe one from the time with AceâŚ" The Emperor was throwing clothes from his trunk onto the floor as he sorted them while still looking for something for you to wear. It was almost surreal, here was one of the strongest men in the world at your feet, looking through his old clothes on your behalf. He must have sensed you were watching him because he looked up and beamed at you. You didnât know what to make of the gesture so you looked down and picked at a stain on the pants you were wearing.
âAh well. Weâll be at an island tomorrow so we can raid their stores. Not literally though, weâll pay for whatever you need,â Shanks said, stuffing everything back in the trunk without sorting or folding and shutting it by pushing the lid down. Your heart swelled with the thought of being on land once again, you hadnât set foot off a ship since the day Killer had brought you to the Punk.Â
âCan I go too? Please?â you asked quietly without looking up. After a moment, Shanks stood up and walked over to where you were by the bed. He put his hand on your forehead, the action causing you to flinch backward. As he touched you, the feeling of his chilly hand against your hot forehead felt wonderful. You leaned into his touch, wanting to feel something cold against your warm skin.
âI donât think so, Love. Youâre already getting warmer, youâre getting too close to your heat to risk going on the island. Iâm not going to let anything happen to you but it might make other people uncomfortable with how much scent youâre producing. So, no, Love, youâve got to stay here for now. I donât even want you leaving the cabin until your heat starts.â Shanks was patting your hair, like you would a dog who needed to be shown affection lest it act out again. You nodded at his statements. Logically, it made sense and you understood why the Emperor had denied your request. ButâŚit had been so long since youâd asked for anything and you were immediately told no. You were keenly aware of your place once again while you sat and waited for his next command.
Shanks POV
Shanks was distraught at the Omegaâs minute reaction as he told you that you had to stay on the ship. He wanted to show you the world as he saw it, a place rife with fun and adventure, not keep you in a cage like you had been before. But based on your rising body temperature, theyâd dock at the island just in time for your cycle to begin. The increasing smell emanating from you was already causing the crew agitation, even though the majority of them were Betas. Hongo had assured Shanks that once youâd started your heat and he joined you, it would be easier on everyone as your scents merged. For now tension was high on the ship, tempers rising and fights breaking out over small matters.
Shanks had left the cabin to look for clothes for the Omega, thinking that maybe Beckman or Yasopp had something that would fit you since Ben liked smaller shirts and Yasopp was the shortest on the crew. He hadnât made it three steps outside the cabin before heâd turned around in disgust. Shanks couldnât bear the thought of his Omega wearing anything but his own clothes, if anything at all. You wouldnât be wearing anything from Beckman or Yasopp or anyone else on the crew as long as he was breathing. Turning around, he saw Beckman growling while talking to Monster, something he hadnât seen in all the years theyâd been sailing together. For the crewâs sake, he had to tell the Omega to stay in the cabin.
Breaking the news to you hadnât been easy either, your carefully schooled features concealing nearly all your sadness as he said you had to remain in his cabin. Just the slightest wobble of your lush lower lip told him you were upset about his decision, though you didnât voice any discontent. You merely kept your gaze averted as your hands gripped the fabric of the pants you were wearing tightly in your small fists. Shanks sat down next to you on the bed, crowding you with his physical proximity.
âItâll be ok, donât worry. Youâll get off the ship soon, just not now. You can be brave for a few more days, yeah?â You nodded as you moved your torso slightly further away from Shanks. Shanks moved around and laid on the bed, opening his arm to you, wanting you to receive affection from him. You took the hint and laid down next to him, side by side on the bed, your head resting on his bicep.
âWho willâŚhelp me?â you asked in a small voice as you worried the fabric of your shirt between your fingers.Â
âThrough your heat? I will, Love,â Shanks informed you with a kiss on the top of your head. You pressed your lips together tightly and closed your eyes. It was well known that if an Omega didnât have an Alpha for their heat it was tantamount to torture, so someone was going to have to help guide you through it and it might as well have been Shanks. He was the Captain and an Apex Alpha beside, no one else was going to have the honor.Â
âThis will be my first time with an Omega in heat, weâll both be new to this. Weâll go through it together,â Shanks said reassuringly, pulling the Omega up farther so your neck aligned closer to his mouth. Your scent glands were tantalizing in their nearness, he just wanted one small taste to tide him over for now. Flicking out his tongue, you couldnât help but shiver when he licked over your scent glands as he had the night before. He wanted to feel you shivering under his tongue in other placesâŚand he would be soon enough. Shanks began lapping your neck, making sure to avoid the area with the stitches.Â
âNeedta get you things for your nest,â Shanks thought out loud, remembering what Hongo had told him. He threw his leg over yours, keeping you still beneath him as you squirmed from his attention to your neck. He still hadnât kissed you on the mouth, Shanks wanted to wait for you to initiate that intimate moment between you.Â
âAfterwardâŚafter the heatâŚam IâŚâ you asked him in between kisses, licks, and nips to the skin of your neck. Youâd let the question dangle but Shanks knew you were asking if heâd free you. Another disappointment to come your way, Shanks thought. Heâd find some way to make it up to you, some kind of present youâd like.Â
âNo, Love,â Shanks said, stopping his onslaught against your neck for a moment. He propped up his head on his hand, looking down at you lying on his bed. Your face was flushed and your pupils were blown wide, your body preparing you for pleasure at his hand. You looked radiant and it was taking a great deal of restraint to hold himself back from opening the shirt you were wearing further and sucking on your pert nipples. âYou canât go back. Youâve been identified now and thereâs a target on your back. Unless youâd rather be sold at a slave auction, you should stay here with me,â Shanks said. Your face paled immediately at his words and your hands reached for him, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling gingerly.
âN-no, please Emperor. Please let m-me stay,â you bleated out. Shanks almost regretted his choice of words but seeing you reaching for him, for his protection, had his Alpha side crowing in delight.
âOf course you can stay, Love, donât worry,â Shanks murmured into your skin as he kissed your shoulder where his shirt had fallen to the side.Â
âYouâll be with me for as long as youâd like.â
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Bruce is away on a mission and his pup is having some problems self regulating...
Omega Bruce, Duke, and Jason.
Enjoy
Damian is exhausted and irritated all the omegas in the house are gone on mission, Duke is doing his day patrol and shouldn't be disturbed. But maybe... No! Why would he even entertain such childish ideas. To disturb morning patrol because of what?
Having a fuzzy head? If Bruce was here he could have just snuck into his nest and felt better, but he his on an important mission with the justice league.
He should be able to control himself but his silly pup mind isn't liking the dramatic decrease attention. He needs his night and day dose of pheromones, Dick could work... But he isn't an omega, he still holds some sort of parental role in his life.
Bruce's nest doesn't smell like him after being gone for so long and Duke doesn't make nests for some silly reason. Damian should reprimand him on it not only for his sake offcours, but also as a sign of care for thier youngest omega clearly...
Damian scratches at him scent gland, the lack of pheromones from his ma his disturbing his sleeping and throwing of his scent.
To avoid more comments from Tim he decided on wearing some scent blockers, as the family pays special attention to his pup scent.
He would typical be sleeping in Bruce's nest at this hour but doesn't feel sleepy, He needs to patrol tonight and won't even have enough time with Duke
.But with Sleep gone and body filled with fatigue he takes time to paint before Dukes return.***
Duke and Damian where peacefully lounging in the bat cave changing room, Damian peacefully taking in the scent of the omega. His head was in the crook of his neck partially due due to embarrassment, dispaite having done this ritual for a long time.
The omega was changed and showered wearing casual clothes as the pup was changed in his Robin uniform, cradled in his older brother's arms ready for patrol.
Duke was peacefully caressing the younger boy's hair and nosing at it, "Are you wearing scent blockers?"Damian hums at positively at the question,"I didn't want to disturb Pennyworth."
"I see..." Duke looks down at the boy, "You're not sick are you?"
"No Thomas, i was simply smelling upset is all." The pup takes a deep breath in, " Everything is making much better now that you're here."
"Alfred has been raising concerns about you not eating as much," he takes Damian's cheeks into his hand making him gaze up at him. "You know you can skeep patrol today, we can spend the night together right?"
"There's no need," Damian frowns, "I can handle not nesting for a whileâ" there's a low beeping sound heard indicating the start of his patrol.
Perfect excuse to exist the conversation, he stands up and walks right out.
"Wait Damianâ..." Duke says timidly but the boy is already gone, "It's been a little more than a few days...."***
The first few hours of his night went well his was calmly doing his job, taking out a few hooligans.
But as time goes on he is starting to feel the exhaustion from lack of sleep, he is up to nothing as he shivers.
You would think that the lack of secondary gender would ease the need for pack and scenting, but actually is the opposite. He scratches at the scent gland at his neck, have is clothes always feel this uncomfortable?
Just as his about to falter in his steps he hears Jason on his intercom, "Robin" he hears the deep modulated voice says.
The voice effects makes his head pound, "RedHood," he says with irritation."I need some help, stuck in a little of a pickle." "On my way,"***
Damian looks from the top of a building as RedHood deals with the police whatching out for people around.
RedHood joins him a while after probably not saying more than necessary to the police, "You didn't really need help hid you?"Damian continues, "You don't like us on your part of the city, why did you call me?"
"Well..." Jason turns off the voice modulatedor on his mask, "I've been hearing from Dick and Alfred that you aren't doing to well..."
Damian takes a sigh of exasperation looking "I doing wellâ enough."
Jason gives him an uncertain look that's hidden but can still be felt , "Listen, there's nothing you can do about it, yes I am sleeping less and eating less... But it's not because I am sick. I just... Haventbeen mnestingsinceFatherleftokay?"
"Oh," Jason says a little surprised he got it out of the boy so easily.
"Don't make fun of me," the boy says a little feebly " I'm not gonna," Jason says looking at the boy clearly pouting indingnatly, "nesting...?"
"Correct."
"Am sure the city has something to help young kids with that, especially once as filthy rich as you. I bet we could find an omega up for the â"
"Absolutely not!" Damian interrupted, "I would not find myself in an other omega's nest. It would be sinful to do so with someone outside of the pack let alone the family..." Damian's frowns under his mask at the idea.
"I also wouldn't want to offend Thomaâ Signal with such actions. He has been helping with scenting it would be an insult to his hard work."
"You guys a really so close?" Jason says with a certain feeling of jealousy? There was a point in time where the pup would have looked to Jason for such comfort, but now he was the last person finding out that Damian was essentially getting neglected by the pack.
"Signal? Why can't be build his own nest tho?" Jason asked with a little confusion and judgement in his tone.
"Well for my underwear such work would typically fall onto Alphas in his family, hence his parents to the charge. And they can't really be bothered by these matters." Damian said firmly thinking that perhaps he could learn to build one for Thomas in the future.
"You could always nest with me..."***
Damian was laying on a chair, hair freshly washed and damp cozzy. Looking attentively as Jason avenged a rather applaud worthy nest, Damian catches the similarities in style that he shares with his father.
It would seem strange to other, seeing a rather rugged omega laying down a nest in the style of the Gotham elite. It was perhaps an emulation of what thier father did before Jason's untimely death.
Or it could be the necessary imitation that had settled in as a young boy tried to navigate presenting his secondary gender, instinct recalling what hes mother would do.
Did they ever get to nest with Bruce? The question never occurred to him until now.
He just assumed they did regardless of the distance he had found as he entered the family and settled in. Surely an omega would like to cater to his pups yes?
But now looking at Todd he feels a little warm inside knowing that he had observed Bruce making a nest for him, and now was doing the same for a pup.
Damian squints as his vision blares yawning at the site of the nest, he closes his eyes for a while just to feel himself lifted up.
Jason caries the omega to the nest in his pajamas that consist of short, snuggling in with the pup.
As the day light falls onto Gotham the tow fall into some of the best sleep they've experienced in a long time.***
we always see ilya smell shane but i need to see shane rly dig his nose into ilyaâs skin bc i knoww ilya always showed up to their rendezvous smelling like a million bucks and shane is absolutely intoxicated by ilyaâs signature fragrance mixed w his pheromones. his fav part tho are the post shower talks/cuddles when ilya just smells like himself. jacob tierney can you hear me!!
