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anonymous asked:

Imagine if Hux has trouble losing the baby weight after giving birth and feels self-conscious and Kylo has to reassure him

“Hush, darling, I’ve got you,” Hux whispers to his 6 month old daughter, rocking her softly in his arms as her cries quieten down, her flailing and kicking gently stopping, obviously nestling into the warmth of her father’s chest. He pops her yellow pacifier into her mouth and she sucks contently.

Hux keeps rocking her and soothing her until he’s sure that little Elora is asleep, her breathing becoming heavier through her button nose. With a gentle kiss on her head and a few of her red hairs ticking his nose for a moment, Hux lowers her down into her crib, covering her up with the tiny yellow fleece blanket, and leans on the side of the crib, feeling completely in love with the little bundle. He finds it difficult to believe sometimes, that he and Kylo could create something so small.

He smiles, and stands up, moving her Loth Cat plush out of her way so she can sleep freely, placing it at the top of the crib as though it’s watching over her. The old teddy is a little worn in places, cuddled too much, but it’d been one of the first gifts that Kylo had given their newborn, giving Hux a glare when he’d tried to ask where Kylo had gotten such an old thing from. But after seeing the way Kylo picks the plush up when Elora is crying and holds it to her, Hux has a feeling that little Ben may have found comfort in the same toy.

Striding away from the crib with tentative steps, Hux catches his reflection in the full-length mirror as he moves, and his heart drops. For lack of a better word, Hux thinks, he looks like a slob; grey sweatpants and a baggy green jumper, his hair unkept and, worst of all, his belly still fat.

He creeps out of Elora’s bedroom and into his and Kylo’s own, going to their mirror, and lifting his jumper up. Shifting his baby weight definitely hasn’t been his priority, neglecting visiting the various gym facilities that the Finalizer offers, leaving his body to fall even further out of shape. He runs his hands over the curve of his belly, remembering how much he loved feeling his baby move underneath his skin, knowing that his distended belly meant that she was healthy. Now? It only shows his carelessness.

Hux turns to the side, noting a distinct curve to his ass too. Looking over his shoulder, he pokes his ass cheeks, feeling them jiggle for a second longer than he’d like, and sighs. This isn’t attractive. How is he supposed to maintain his relationship with Kylo when he looks like this–

“You look beautiful.”

Hux turns and gasps, pulling his jumper back over his stomach when he sees Kylo approaching him, pulling his gloves off and dropping them to the floor.

“Don’t flatter me, Ren,” Hux huffs, brushing his stray hair back from his forehead. “I’m horrendously out of shape. Overweight. Unattractive. I’m sorry.”

Kylo makes a low whimpering sound as he stands behind Hux, slipping his bare hands around Hux’s thickening middle and underneath his sweater, both of them melting at the feeling of warm skin-on-skin contact.

“This,” Kylo says, breathing on Hux’s neck. “This is where you kept our daughter safe, gave her life, sacrificed your own body to her for 9 months so she could grow. This is nothing but beautiful, Hux. Can’t you see that?”

Hux feels warmed by Kylo’s words but he shakes his head once his eyes return to his reflection.

“You’ve always said you liked how slim I was, how you could almost fit your fingers around my waist,” Hux says, eyes locked on his own belly. “This isn’t what you fell in love with, Ren. I’ve taken that from you.”

“Armitage,” Kylo breathes, taking his hands off Hux’s belly for a moment to spin him around until their chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose. “You could gain another 200 pounds and I wouldn’t care. You’d still be you. My General, my sun and moon, my baby’s father. I love you. I love you.“

Hux bites his lip in an attempt to stop his tears but it’s futile. They’re falling by the time Kylo sweeps him up into a bridal-style carry and kisses him, Hux’s arms finding their way around Kylo’s neck, both for safety and the instinctive need to be as close to him as possible.

But sudden and loud cries from their daughter disrupts their moment, and Hux can’t help but chuckle to himself when Kylo sets him down.

“Funny,” Hux says, kissing Kylo on the cheek before turning to attend Elora. “Her cries for attention are just as loud as yours.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Just more of anything where Anakin is pregnant/loves being pregnant and having multiple babies. Most people prefer Obi-wan pregnant but im just the opposite. Also intersex/trans Anakin is cool~

A/N: Firstly, thank you for the prompt. Secondly, I swear this thing took me so long to write because I kept trying to give it a plot™ instead of just letting it be what I knew it should actually become: just a small, sweet moment *grumbles about how I told myself I wouldn’t fight my brain on such things and yet still do*.

Anakin wakes and they shift in response. Stirring in response to his shifting while he wakes. A flurry of movement inside him that makes him smile and rest his hand on his stomach.

“I’m happy to see you too,” he tells them, gently rubbing along his stomach and sending his love to them through the connection the Force had forged between them. It is still too early for them to really form their own emotions and the other thing on the other side is a kind of static of consciousness, there but not defined. Still he wants the first emotion they feel to be love, and wants them to know just how fond he is of them. Thus he sends his love to them, knowing he will get nothing in return for a while still.

They do settle down and he almost misses the movement. He knows they will not stay idle for too long and he knows soon enough he will be enjoying their moments of stillness, once they get strong enough that some of their actions feel more like blows to his internal organs than flurries of action.

He gets up and stretches, heading towards the kitchen in order to get food for both himself and them. A plate of fruit and meat and as he sits down to eat it they stir again. “I know, I know, you’re hungry as well, but I need to eat so that you can.”

It is easy enough to eat with one hand so he lets the other fall back to his stomach, rubbing along the skin and once more sending loving towards them.

He loves this. Feeling their consciousness and movement growing stronger. Knowing that they are safe and healthy inside his body. That they are lives forming inside him. Twins. Strong, healthy twins. New lights in the galaxy, one day to shine brightly in it, but for now just a glow added to his own aura. Something tied to him, supported by him.

It is only after he finishes eating that they settle down again. Content within the warmth and comfort of his body once more. Anakin smiles, and finds himself rubbing along his stomach once again.

It isn’t exactly the existence he had ever imagined but he finds himself enjoying it more than he had any other part of his life. Enjoying the feeling of new life forming inside him and the knowledge that it is new members of his family he is carrying.

Ningún dios te desteje todavía | Capítulo uno.

El tiempo breve te acaricia apenas,
por tu pequeña mano detenido,
pero a un hombre ignorado ya encadenas,
y antes de ser recuerdo eres olvido.

Un anónimo reino se vislumbra
desde tu alegre eternidad vacía,
y el pasado te espera en la penumbra.
Ningún dios te desteje todavía.


Carlos Mastronardi - Aquiles niño

¿No os ha pasado que viendo a sus seres queridos, de repente, les parezcan seres extraños? ¿Que todo cobre una capa de extrañamiento. que nos deposita lejos de vuestros cuerpos o en el límite entre los suyos y los nuestros? Ese tizne de rareza que a veces se posa sobre las cosas vivas, como si estuviesen sucias, suele irse tal como vino. No basta más que un poco de viento. 

Pero a veces, chaval, se queda allí parado haciendo el tonto. Y aunque nos refreguemos los ojos, comenzamos a demorar cada vez más en volver a mirar de nuevo tan tranquilos. Mirar como se mira aquí, tú recuerda mirar siempre como se mira el mar, como mira el mar, me decía Papá W cuando íbamos a la costa. Era algo que solo me decía cuando estábamos solos, cuando mi padre V venía, Willy decía otras cosas. Igual de bonitas, pero menos secretas. No es que quisiera ocultarle algo a V., era solo un pequeño gusto por tener algo secreto con su hijo. O ni siquiera eso. Nunca sabré exactamente qué pensaba W. de todo. Vegetta siempre hacía palpar que era su hijo, y volvía a mi mil veces. Ese escucha, escucha, escucha -cambiando tres veces de tono de voz de una palabra a otra-, lo tengo pegado en mi memoria al recuerdo de él, de su voz, de su cuerpo y de su mirada. Porque no era por mi silencio que Vegetta sabía que lo escuchaba: era por mi mirada. Porque a Vegetta siempre hubo que escucharlo con los ojos. 

Willy en cambio no se esforzaba por ser memorable. Es decir, no se esforzaba por recordarme que él era mi padre. Ni se ponía en pose, ni impostaba la voz, ni quería deliberadamente aconsejarme. Por eso creo que no sabré nunca qué pensaba de mí, de mi futuro o de nuestro pasado. Él dejaba caer enigmas para que yo viva en ellos. Para que pueda preguntarme siempre por qué hay que mirar como mira el mar. ¿A quién? 

Una vez, en la adolescencia, y medio ebrio porque habíamos estado celebrando algún cumpleaños, le pregunté directamente…. Papá, ¿cómo mira el mar? Y Willy, sobrio entonces, río varias veces antes de contestarme. Jodimos con el tema mucho, e incluso Vegetta se prendió en eso… Anda, que encima de borracho el Señorito quiere molestar a su padre con esas preguntas a estas horas… Entonces reían entre ambos, como jamás veré reír a nadie más en la vida. Reían como si hablasen entre sí, comunicándose en un idioma en que estoy seguro -por el efecto que tenía sobre sus rostros y sus cuerpos- terminaban acariciándose. Un idioma de caricias era su risa junta, aquella que iniciaban ambos a la vez, con una complicidad lejana de la que yo, de una forma extraña, provengo. 

Toda la escena prosiguió, claro, hasta incluso estar lavando todo Willy a solas en un momento. Fue entonces que pasó al lado mío (mis amigos estaban eligiendo algo a lo que jugar en el salón) y me dijo: Enamorado, pequeño Zeta. Enamorado. Mira como se mira a quien se ama, y me dio algunas palmaditas en los cachetes. 


anonymous asked:

oh god, louis is fucking attentive to harry's needs right? louis researches tips how to a create a perfect bath for harry to help him reduce his back pains. then he puts harry's favorite candles and bath bombs. there's a music nearby bc they learn the baby likes music and her/his daddies' voices so harry and louis wrote a fucking lullaby for the little one!!!! and there's a dreamy bathroom lighting that corresponds to the song. it's so peaceful and relaxing. louis loves his family. A LOT.

THIS IS SO CUTE AND REAL!!!! Louis would do anything for Harru and the ones he loves 😌 harr doesn’t even have to be pregnant for him to do this tbh, but then he’d be extra accommodating and attentive and I cry! 💖


Chen: Usually I like it fast and rough so it’s frustrating when Joonmyun teases me by going slow, but since I asked him to be gentle, I got to appreciate it a lot more. Joonmyunnie made it feel really good, hehe. Oh, and do you like my new collar? Hyung got it for me to wear more casually than the one he proposed to me with, so now I can show people whose kitty I am and I don’t have to worry about getting this one dirty! :3

anonymous asked:

can you imagine clifford cuddling harry's tummy? like he tries to lick it all the time and harry says no while giggling and clifford just nuzzles it instead. and he always follows harry around the house and really gets protective. like when niall visits them and excitedly hug harry.. clifford, the very sweet boy just growls and stand infront of harry. ready to fight niall. and there you hear louis' howling laughter and liam's snort

THIS IS SO CUTE AND REAL 😭😭😭 at night, though, Harr lets Clifford rest his head on his belly and he pets his head, and they fall asleep snuggled together with Louis’ hand on Harry’s bump 💕😌


Brb I’m calculating how smol Yuuri is against Victor on skates. If Yuuri is 5'8, daddy nikiforov is 5'11, and blades are about 3,14 inches; then he’s now ~6'2 or around 185cm WOW almost the height of NBA players

Also sweetener:

Victor : Our baby will be a great skating star and we’ll be so proud! Oh and imagine that he’s blessed by being born with skates!

Yuuri : Victor. Victor, that’ll haunt me to my nightmares.

Victor : The world will be surprised! First child in history to be born with knife shoes!

Yuuri : …

Victor : Yuuri, why are you silent?

Yuuri : .. I was just thinking

            History sounds like a good name, right?

anonymous asked:

embroidered onesies and some of them are identical because they're having twins 😭 cute clothes with Tomlinson twins on them and Harry starts learning how to do it for the baby's clothes and he starts to do knitting too like like booties like he has but much softer for his babies feets 😭 and then when the babies are older they start dressing them up like each other little hightops and boots

OMG PLEASE THIS IS SO 😭 and Gemma and Lottie have stuff made like “my auntie is the best” 😭 and Harru knits booties in every color! IM UPSET!

About Omegaverse


·Alphas are the dominant or “masculine” ones in omegaverse

·They are generally large and at least slightly intimidating in appearance

·They possess what is commonly referred to as an “Alpha Voice” which is basically a very commanding tone that Omegas, and sometimes Betas, feel compelled to obey

·Alphas also have a “Croon” which is like a deep rumbling sound (basically a purr) that helps to calm or comfort their Omega or their pups

·"Ruts" are a biological thing that Alphas go through and during a rut they will be easily agitated and extremely horny because their body wants them to knot and breed

·A “Knot” is kind of like a bulb type thing in an Alpha’s penis that swells when they are aroused and keeps them locked inside their Omega during sex to increase chances of getting the Omega pregnant, this is called “Knotting”

·All Alphas are able to impregnate people, but only a female Alpha can get pregnant because male Alphas don’t have a womb

·Female Alphas are often described as having both a penis and a vagina or having a clitoris that extends into one when they are aroused so they can impregnate people


·Omegas are the submissive or “feminine” ones of the dynamics

·They are generally small, maybe delicate, and feminine in appearance

·Omegas can use their pheromones to effect others, whether it be by calming their child or arousing their Alpha

·"Heats" are a biological thing that Omegas go through and during a heat an Omega will self lubricate (usually referred to as “Slick”) in order to prepare to take an Alphas knot

·Omegas are most fertile during heats and they crave an Alpha’s knot because their body is demanding for them to breed

·When an Omega is in heat is usually the best time for an Alpha to “Bond” with them

·"Bonding" is achieved by biting into a scent gland hard enough to draw blood and eventually scar, it ties two people together mentally, physically, and emotionally. Like, a really extreme marriage

·During heats, pregnancies or any other stressful times, an Omega will “Nest”

·"Nesting" is a process in which an Omega craves warmth and comfort so they will choose a small space, like a closet, and gather blankets, pillows, clothing, anything soft really and especially anything with their Alpha’s scent on it and build a nest to cuddle up in

·"Scenting" is the process of someone spreading their own unique scent onto things or people in an act of comfort or possession

·People in omegaverse usually have four “Scent Glands” two on the neck and one on each wrist. When the glands are stimulated their scent becomes more potent and sticks to whatever or whoever is closest

·Both male and female Omegas can get pregnant and while it is possible for a male Omega to get a female Omega pregnant, a female Omega can’t impregnate anyone

·"Mpreg" male pregnancy, the only males that can pregnant in omegaverse though are Omegas


·Betas are basically like normal humans, in omegaverse they are below Alphas but still above Omegas

·Betas can have any kind of appearance, there isn’t really a set expectation for them

·They don’t go through ruts or heats but they can still bond

·They tend to mate with other Betas

·Betas usually have a better sense of smell than the other dynamics

·Like normal humans, male Betas cannot get pregnant and female Betas cannot impregnate anyone

anonymous asked:

doris showed a drawing of tomlinson+deakin+styles family to harry. harry beamed at her and said how beautiful the drawing was. then harry scrunched his nose in confusion, "baby girl, is this me? why is my tummy's huge though? am i getting fat?" ernest giggled, "no silly harry! it's bc you're pregnant!" harry looked at his mom, louis, and the rest of the family. louis just rolled his eyes and told harry with a soft smile, "anne said you might be pregnant. the babies got excited. we can check?"


Becoming a Queen

You knew your ship was doomed. You were the only one left alive, though as far as you could tell, there was only one of those /things/ left, too. You wanted to set a course to crash into the planet then use one of the escape pods to get to safety.

But that was before one of those leaping fuckers found you.

Your ship had been on expedition to explore some hitherto undiscovered locations. There were rumors that there was xenomoph activity in this area, which had you and the other scientists all excited. You’d heard about them, but you’d never had the chance to observe them. The plan was if you found them to watch from afar and remain as hands off as possible.

You never counted on how diligent they could be, or how gah damned smart they were. For alien creatures who’s only drive seemed to be to breed and kill, they exhibited almost human levels of intelligence. They ambushed your crew, sticking them to the walls to allow facehuggers to inject eggs into them to make more. You’d never seen it happen in person. You’d seen them dissected, seen pictures of their probing ovipositors, but watching it happen in person had been the most horrifically fascinating moment of your life.

The soldiers that had accompanied the expedition had done an excellent job of isolating and eliminating most of the aliens, burning the eggs you had recovered from a stranded ship and blowing said ship into stardust.

But one had escaped.

If they were smart, this one was a savant. It had not only figured out how to work doors, but also to let its victims scream to lure more along. You observed it (no..him) several times, noticing that the elongated cranium that was usually smooth and round had begun to flatten out, black carapace forming a hard hood more often observed in queens. But you understood what was happening: he was adapting to his environment, taking on a needed role. You’d only heard of alpha xenomorphs as a theory, a sort of last ditch effort that some of their amalgamated biologies allowed. Some theorized is was the human members of their species, allowing for remarkable adaptability both environmentally and biologically.

The soldiers had set another trap, and the alpha had just set it off as a lure to kill several of them. A few of the remaining soldiers had tried to attack him then, only to end up cut off and killed on by one.

You had a close encounter with him, and you thought it would have been the end of you. If only that had been so…He cornered you and your team, slaughtering two of them. When he raised a clawed hand at you, he hesitated. A low growl came from him, and his lizard like lips relaxed over his dripping teeth. He growled and sniffled, butting his muzzle against you. You thought for sure you were dead…instead he pressed his head against you, rubbing at you almost like a cat would.

He ran off when the few remaining soldiers tried to attack him. Your heart was pounding and you could barely breathe. They asked if you were alright, and you suddenly realized you were the only one of that group left.

Things seemed to go downhill from there. You always had the sense that he was following you, hearing his claws on the gratings around you, seeing his long tail whip around corners. The last of the soldiers and crew began to dwindle, getting picked off in the mad attempts to get back to the ship’s bridge. By the time there was a clear path, you were the only one left.

That was when it found you. It looked like a chestburster, only larger with longer legs and tail. You ran, keeping an arm up level with your head and neck. But this one wasn’t concerned with your mouth. It flung itself at you and landed on your lower back, its tail clamping around your waist. Its legs gripped your buttocks and thighs, and you felt two sharp points ripping at your jumpsuit. You felt the tapered end of the ovipositor probing you, searching. You tried to pull it off, but its grip was iron. You slammed backward into walls, but its back was covered in a hard shell like the aliens themselves. It shifted itself between your thighs, the same shell forcing your legs apart.

It found your warm hole and thrust in. You screamed and frantically grabbed for it, but it was pressed up against you so tightly, you couldn’t even wiggle a finger between it and you. You screamed again, feeling it thrust upward into you. It reached impossibly deep, and you felt your stomach pushing outward with its movements.

Then you felt it. A lump against your hole. You threw yourself on the ground and tried to make it stop, but you were powerless to stall the inevitable. You felt the large sacs on the thing convulsing and sending ripples down its ovipositor. Your belly felt hot suddenly, and you gasped, clutching at it. Your hole was wet with some sort of alien goo it filled you with. Every lump was more goo, and the feeling of heat spread through you.

Another bump pressed to your hole, this one large and solid. You screamed no over and over, trying to thrash free of this thing attached to you in a death grip. Your hole stretched wider and wider to the point where you swore you would rip in two. Convulsing on the ground, you sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain, gasping when the hard thing passed into your body. You felt every inch it moves, and look down to see it pushing your belly outward.

Everything from there was fuzzy. The thing pumped more goo into you until your belly looked like you’d had a meal that was far too large. You crawled down the corridor, tears streaming down your face as you realized there was no salvation for you, not now. You only had one option left: crash the ship to destroy everything on board. You felt your stomach surge and convulse, churning and growing steadily heavier. By the time you reached the bridge, you looked like you were pregnant, your belly almost brushing the floor.

It took the last of your strength to pull yourself up to the navigation computer. Even as you key in the commands, overriding the ship’s safety protocols for a steep descent, you feel something happening inside you. You sob, knowing this must be the moment they punch through you and rip free…

But they don’t.

You see them moving inside you, writhing and slithering like snakes. Your belly is so full and heavy it’s all you can do to stay upright. You fumble your ID code, blinking back tears as you put it in for the fourth time. The computer finally accepts your trajectory, and you let yourself fall on the floor.

As you scream and hold your belly, you’re aware of not being alone. You know the sound of hard claws on the metal of the ship, scrabbling as the creature moves closer. He shrieks, though you don’t know why. You don’t really care either. You would have loved to study him, learn why he grew so large and why his head grew as it did. He looked like a king somehow.

All thoughts of that leave you as your stomach convulses. The movement in you shifts, and you scream as you feel the writhing mass move lower. You lay on your back, legs spread. Screaming and panting, you press your back to the floor and push with all your might. You feel your hole bulge and stretch, something smooth and wiggling pressing against it. You push and scream, feeling a long thing slither out of you. Before you can even see what it is, the pressure builds again. You push, screaming as two more press out of you side by side.

It feels like eternity as you lay there, panting and pushing, countless things slithering out of your hole. You finally see them as a couple of them climb across you. They’re neonate xenomorphs, their soft skin still fleshy and covered in the greenish goo the strange facehugger forced into you. Most of them scatter when the alpha pads toward you. He growls and lays over you, his smooth body cool against your flushed skin.

All around you, sirens are going off, the ship’s warning systems kicking on. It’s placidly screaming the descent is wrong, it’s too fast, too steep. You hope the ship burns up in atmosphere. The last thing you remember is heat, the ship’s life support falling to critical levels as the white hot burn of planetary entry seared the plating off the hull.

You never expected to wake up. Blinking blearily, you looked around, wondering where you were. Pieces of the wrecked ship surrounded you, and you could see huge trees between them.

Somehow, you survived the crash.

You can’t move, looking up to see your arms have been carefully secured in glossy black resin. The same kind the xenos restrain their chest burster victims in. You try to move, but you’re dangling about 10 feet off the ground and are powerless to so much as twist. You look down at yourself and see your belly is still slightly distended. You don’t feel the writhing weight inside you anymore, but it still feels..wrong.

Below, you see several small xenos run back and forth, one of them looking up at you and screeching. The trees shudder, and the alpha appears. He’s grown even larger, almost 9 feet tall now. He easily climbs up to you, the long fingers of one hand forcing your mouth open. His lips curl back and his huge teeth part, and you see his secondary mouth shoot forward. You scream and writhe as he forces it into your mouth and angles to shove it down your throat. He growls and his torso jerks, and you feel something sliding down your throat. He’s..feeding you?

This becomes a regular routine, him returning from the forest and pushing his secondary mouth into yours to share his hunts with you. You beg him to stop, to let you go or let you die, but he just growls and rubs his smooth head against you.

You’ve lost track of time. Your body is changing, you can feel it. Slowly, day by day, your belly is growing again, though much more than before. The alpha begins to nose and prod along your body, often trying your hole with the smooth swell of his nose. You realize your hole has become softer and larger, and each day it feels like he can slide his muzzle further against you.

You start to notice him changing, too. The carapace between his hind legs seems to have softened, swelling outward slowly, growing. You realize somehow, he’s grown a penis. As far as you know, that’s completely unheardof. Yet there it is, dangling between his legs.

He climbed up to where you were hanging, taking you in his hands. He growled and settled his head over your shoulder as his body bowed. His hips work their way between your legs, and you feel the head of his newly grown cock spread your hole. You can’t resist, you can barely cry out when he thrusts into you. There’s no pleasure to it, not tenderness or love. He thrusts roughly, pushing deep into you. You feel your body react, everything in you suddenly alive with sensation. You cry out and thrash, then scream in pleasure as he cums inside you. Your already distended belly grows larger as he pumps you full.

Time passes. Your belly grows until it’s hanging between your legs. The alpha and the smaller xenos you birthed on the ship connect your growing belly to the broken ship with more resin, taking the burden of weight bearing off of you. You’re grateful to them. The alpha fucks you almost daily, further distending your belly.

Little by little, black patches appear on your skin. Hardened plates cover your arms and legs, then your chest above the swell of your belly. From your ribs downward, you are nothing but belly, your legs dangling comically on either side. Your hole continues to stretch, and though you can’t see it, you’re fairly certain it’s moved.

The skin over your belly becomes thinner. Inside, you can barely see the movement of large objects, shuffling around within you. Your spine has grown its own cage-like carapace which wraps around your ribs and hips. It’s only then you realize the flesh of your back and ass have changed, stretching backward. Your hole has begun to shift downward, dangling just off the ground from your massive belly.

No…not belly…Egg sac.

The hard cage along your spine helps support the ever growing sac. The alpha and smaller xenos dutifully tend to you as you begin to understand your new place. They didn’t have time for a queen to be born and grow..they had to make do. Your belly ripples, the translucent skin shifting and pushing, moving the, thousands of eggs through you. The small xenos have brought back living creatures and restrained them to the walls of the ship and the surrounding trees. Day by day, the skyline gives way to a lattice work of resin construction. They build a sanctuary for you.

The alpha rarely leaves you now, staying always at your side, climbing around you and tending to your every need. He caresses your egg sac, soothing the discomfort of the eggs moving inside you, easing your burden.

You feel your egg sac convulse and cry out. Your voice sounds like their’s now, a shrieking growl that echos in your chambers. The alpha is beside you at once, rubbing his crested head against you. The convulsing contractions travel all the way down your belly, and you feel your hole begin to bulge. Slice and goo pour from you, sending the small xenos scurrying to your hole. You feel the birthing tube of your hole stretch and elongate until it almost touches the ground. The bulge of an egg moves through it, and you groan at the tight pucker you feel before you stretch around it, easing it to the floor.

Another egg soon follows, then another. You find yourself in a haze, trapped in a feeling of pleasurable pain as egg after egg travels through your birth canal to be deposited on the ground.

The smaller xenos collect the eggs and move them, setting them in front of their captives. The creatures writhe and scream, exactly the wrong thing to do. The eggs blossom open, and facehuggers wriggle their way free. They leap and plant themselves over the screaming mouths, muffling them as their ovipositors force deep into their throats.

Some time later, you coo as you watch your children burst from their incubators and wriggle onto the ground. Your children, your second brood. They skitter around you, finding places to shelter their small, soft bodies until they grow. The alpha purrs at you and rubs himself along your belly. You want him to seed you again, and he obliges, thrusting into your hole even as you try to push out more eggs.

Your new life as their queen will be full of pleasure and offspring. You will make a new home of this world, together with him and your children. Your species will thrive. Even as hard plates cover your face, and the soft skin of your cheeks falls away to expose your huge, gleaming teeth, you feel every inch a queen. Your crest soon grows from what was once a rounded skull, just like his did.

Every day you lay more eggs, and every  day your children burst free. This world is yours, your realm, your home, your kingdom.

(by supernona)

Angry Omega Headcanons

-When an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will hide away in their nest because they know the Alpha wouldn’t dare approach the nest when they are not at all welcome in or even near it, so the Alpha will sit out in the hallway and try to calm the Omega from there

-Omegas are probably quicker to anger than Alphas because they are more sensitive

-If a mother Omega’s pups are threatened the Omega will become a raging mess until they feel sure that the pups are no longer in any danger

-Omegas get angry when their intelligence is insulted, because Omegas are literally known for their intelligence and they become so frustrated when an Alpha only compliments their looks

-Angry Omegas tend to pour all of their aggressive energy into thoroughly scrubbing and rearranging their home, which is fine until they are eight months pregnant and their mate is freaking out because “You are going to fall and hurt yourself and oh my god! You get off that ladder right now the dusting can wait!”

-Unmated Omegas growling at Alphas who refuse to take no for an answer, in some cases an Omega’s growl can be scarier than an Alpha’s

-Omegas are very possessive so if they see other Omegas blatantly flirting with their Alpha they will become livid and drag their Alpha home with a growl…this usually ends up with rough fucking on whatever surface the Omega settles on first

-Pregnant Omegas get mad easily if their Alpha is coddling them too much and they end up snapping frequently until their Alpha figures out that they need to tone it down a bit

-If an Omega is mad at their Alpha they will be extra attentive and coy and try very hard to make sure that their Alpha is extremely turned on…then they’ll get up and walk away and leave their mate sitting there trying to figure out what the hell they did wrong this time

-Omegas get very annoyed when people are around their nest, or even if their Alpha goes digging around where they store their nesting materials and sometimes they act really petty and give their Alpha the silent treatment because of it

A political AU where

  • Dean Winchester is an omega but he has to keep it a secret because his father is a major presidential nominee and having an unmated omega son would hurt his campaign
  • Dean poses as a beta and often attends night club scenes to pose as the “playboy” type
  • He gets into an argument with his father about it because he doesn’t like the scent blockers and hates hiding who he is 
  • It ends badly and Dean ends up drinking at the closest bar, his only desire to be fucked good and hard because he’s an omega and that’s what he likes
  • Its just his luck when the hottest alpha he’s ever laid eyes on, with a scent so enticing that his’s nearly drooling, takes a seat next to him and offers to buy him another drink
  • Dean accepts and the next thing he knows he’s up against a bathroom stall door being fucked within an inch of his life but its so, so, so good. the best sex he’s ever had and he comes (untouched) so hard that he sees stars 
  • When the alpha’s knot recedes he’s disappointed that he will probably never see the alpha again and will have to go about his normal, shitty life once more
  • They leave the bathroom separately and Dean never learns his name
  • Weeks pass since the incident and Dean’s life is miserable, until one morning where he starts living in a living hell
  • Because one morning, after weeks since being fucked by a stranger, he wakes up with a sickly sweet scent on his skin: he’s pregnant
  • For days he wallows in the news, thanking the gods that his scent blockers also block the scent of his pregnancy 
  • Until the night of the first presidential debate between his father and the rival candidate Naomi Novak
  • Because as her family takes their seats, he catches a whiff of a familiar scent, the one his nose was filled with the night after the argument with his father
  • He whips around to see the alpha from the bar sitting in the seat reserved for “Castiel Novak” the eldest son of his father’s rival, and Dean’s pregnant with his kid
  • And sooner or later, Dean’s going to begin to show it