Oil Spill; Tastes Like Sugar

Oil Spill; Tastes Like Sugar

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It's always felt like just the two of us, through thick and thin. Recently events have happened. He doesn't really talk about it, but I know they most definitely have. Why? Because Tenko has been nesting lots, as omegas do. But if stressed, of course no nest feels completely safe, meaning fixing it up constantly until it works. All alphas want their omegas content and feeling safe. I couldn't just let him worry himself to death. Or in other words: Shagaraki is an omega who is stressed, you are his alpha who doesn't want him stressed. Fluff commences all in a short one shot.

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