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corvus-rex-a-b-o · 2 years

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A/B/O starters (send one for my muse’s reaction)

1- : “Why are you resisting your nature?” 2- : “I can smell it! You’re in heat.” 3- : “I can’t wait to see your/my belly swell with our perfect babies.” 4- : “Fuck! I can feel it/them moving in there.” 5- : “You’re feverish, so stop being stubborn and go lay in the nest.” 6- : “Are those suppressant pills!?” 7- : “Put the glass down. You are pregnant with my kids and I’m not going to let you self-destruct because you can’t cope with _______ ” (ex: your nature) 8- : “Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.” 9- : “Come, I’ll give you a bath to wash the dry slick away.” 10- : “What does my omega want for breakfast/lunch/dinner?” 11- : “You, the alpha, are cooking for me?” 12- : “Why do I even bother when all you do is use your pheromones to push me into rut?” 13- : “I don’t want you to knot me.” 14- : “We are bonded but not married, and your parents are old fashioned. If they find out…” 15- : “Fucking knot me already!” 16- : “I-I can’t stay when you’re… like this…” (heat) 17- : “Your smell is… intoxicating. If I stay I’m going to knot you.” 18- : “If you don’t want me to breed you, lock yourself in your bedroom. I’m taking the couch.” 19- : “Resisting your/my nature is only going to make it worse.” 20- : “Fuck! You stink of beta pheromones. You could have gone more subtle.” 21- : [ Public place ] “Stay calm. I might have just started my heat.” 22- : “Your cycle is fucked up because of all those suppressants you took.” 23- : “You’re too weak to make a nest.” 24- : “I can’t understand you alphas and omegas, smelling each other like you were meat.” 25- : “Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off.” 26- : “You don’t smell it? I’m surrounding myself with betas from now on.” 27- : “You know, I always kind of envied omegas.” 28- : “I-I want… N-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused.” 29- : “Your bloodline is not pure. I can’t be bonded to you.” 30- : “Alphas/omegas like you are a disgrace to your nature.” 31-: “I thought you were on suppressants?” 32-: “I don’t know why people don’t like betas. I think you’re amazing.” 33-: “Do you think I’m/you’re pregnant yet?” 34-: “You can’t help me, as much as I want you to.” 35-: “I’m bonded to someone.” 36-: “I wish you could claim me.” 37-: “Can you fuck me and not claim me?” 38-: “I don’t need you. I can do this alone.” 39-: “I’ve gone a long time without an alpha.” 40-: “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked an omega.” 41-: “I need you to claim me as your omega.” 42-: “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you." 43-: "I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.” 44-: “You want me to claim you, don’t you?” 45-: “Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.” 46-: “I’m afraid of being claimed by an alpha.” 47-: “I don’t want to be claimed by anyone but you.” 48-: “I didn’t know I was an omega until I went into heat around you.” 49-: “Please, tie me down so I don’t do anything I’ll regret while I’m in heat.” 50-: “I don’t care if you’re also an alpha, I want to claim you.” 51-: “I’m the Alpha, you’re the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them.” 52-: “You’re my Omega, and mine alone.” 53-: “As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?” 54-: “I gotta say, you have a really, really strong scent, even for an Omega.” 55-: “Are you in heat or something? I didn’t even know you were an Omega…” 56-: “Sorry, it was just a question, didn’t mean to upset you!” 57-: “Dude, calm the fuck down. Are all Omegas this easily scared?” 58-: “Woah, so you can get pregnant by an Alpha, even though you’re like, a dude?” 59-: “Y'know, I am an Alpha, I could help you with your heat, if you want me too…” 60-: “Be a good Omega and bend over.” 61-: “You know as an Alpha I can smell that you’re ____, so you might as well tell me what wrong with you.” 62-: “A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.” 63-: “Y'know, nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.” 64-: “The suppressants haven’t kicked in yet.” 65-: “Do you really think this thing will keep other alphas off of me?” (ex. a collar) 66-: “Can a body grow immune to suppressants?” 67-: “You know, part of me dreads the idea that any child I bare may be an omega and have to grow up in this world while being seen as nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck.” 68-: “Everything is so fucking hot. Why can’t alphas go into heat instead of omegas?” 69-: “Just because of what I am doesn’t mean I’ll submit to just any alpha” 70-: “I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.” 71-: “I’d kill to be a beta right now.” 72-: “I don’t want an alpha.” 73-: “I don’t want an omega.” 74-: “Do you see me at all? Or am I just a couple of holes to fuck?” 75-: “If you didn’t want me, why did you bring me here?”

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corvus-rex-a-b-o · 2 years

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I never thought I'd do omega/omega klance, but I got bit by the idea a couple days ago - specifically an au where omegas are reproductively capable both ways - and now I just have this thought of them both being pregnant at the same time with each other's pups. They'd go back and forth between snuggling in their nest and talking about the pups to driving each other insane with no in between.

#vld #a/b/o #omegaverse #omega keith #omega lance #klance

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corvus-rex-a-b-o · 2 years

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Happy birthday Isa!!

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corvus-rex-a-b-o · 2 years

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I was working on Here Come the Vultures earlier and suddenly got hit with the need for soft, fluffy, domestic Klance with pregnant Keith. And then he became a streamer without my permission. So this happened. It's not even edited, and I have no idea if it will end up on ao3 or not. Maybe?? Anyway, have the exactly 1.1k scene I came up with at midnight.

Keith had been a fairly popular gaming streamer for a few years by then. He’d started in college, getting his brother’s friend Matt to edit his streams into uploadable videos after the first few disastrous attempts to do it on his own. At that point, it wasn’t just Keith and Matt working on them in between classes anymore. Matt had his own video company by then with Keith as his first professional client. The combination of Keith’s streams and Matt-edited videos meant that he could focus on that full-time by the time he graduated and still leave time for a set number of art commissions per month.

One of the things that had gotten him attention in his earlier days was the fact that he was an Omega who more than kept up with the aggressive Alphas in a variety of gaming genres. He played a fair amount of battle arena games early on, but eventually really only played those when his friends were available. One of his most viewed videos was the night when he and his college friends played drunk Mario Kart. Keith slowly moved away from those games (playing when the whole crew was together not included) instead preferring playthroughs of old and new rpgs, and Societal, a world-building game that had players build their own rpg setting, make npcs, enemies, monsters, bosses, gear, and treasure and then choose a storyline. Once it was finished, the game became playable. Keith would stream the world building, but then leave the finished game for a few weeks before going back to it so it wouldn’t be too fresh in his memory.

The only real exception to his solo gaming was his boyfriend, now mate. Lance, was of course, a part of the full crew, but what had been a once in a while appearance became more frequent over time, eventually becoming a regular thing. They were currently in the middle of Pode, a co-op puzzle game whose main characters were a fallen star and a rock, named Glo and Bulder. It had turned into their thing to snuggle together on the sofa with on Sunday afternoons. While they did stream the game, it wasn’t as popular as the other games Keith played, but it was more for them anyway, and it gave them a chance to connect with some of their younger fans by playing something kid-friendly.

Lance was listening to Keith’s stream of Societal all the way home from work on a Friday afternoon. His mate was building a new game world and letting the chat make the decisions. It was getting more and more ridiculous, and Keith had wondered aloud a couple times about whether or not the end result would even be playable. But he had made his bed with this, and he was going to lie in it, something Lance was going to make sure his mate was doing literally when he got there. Stepping inside, Lance muted the stream, but kept it running, not needing the audio when he had it in real time.

Keith’s voice filtered through from the living room. “A-um-a what? You want the main villain in a futuristic game to be a fairy? …Welp, I did give you guys control over the build, so the main villain is gonna be a fairy I guess.”

Lance snickered to himself. He’d already seen, or rather heard, the rest of the stream up until then. Futuristic setting, with interstellar ships and faster-than-light engines, but no other planets to go to, completely modern dress, Victorian weapons, magic, but only for some characters, and the npcs were the remains of an exploded time machine. Having the main villain a fairy seemed almost normal by that point. Kicking his shoes off, Lance padded through the kitchen and hallway to the living room. Keith was exactly where he’d hoped to find his mate – buried in his nest on the oversized sofa, dedicated gaming laptop open on its stand to keep track of the chat, Societal on their 65” tv, custom red cat ear headphones on, and the console’s controller resting on the Omega’s pregnant belly while he played. He picked up his own headphones from where they were still plugged in and slipped them on, settling in beside Keith. The fairy villain was already nearly done and looked like Edna Mode at 110 with giant, bedazzled, butterfly wings.

“Ok. That happened.” He snuggled into Lance as much as he could, adjusting the controller. “Also, Blue’s just gotten home. You seen any of this?”

“I’ve mostly been listening to it, but yeah. Are you even going to be able to play this?” Lance asked, wrapping an arm around what he could of Keith’s midsection. At seven months it was getting harder but he was not going to let that stop him.

“Well, we’re going to find out. This disaster was the last thing to be done, except for the storyline, but we’ll get to that in a little bit. Alright y’all,” he said, turning his attention back to the stream, “I’m gonna take a break and we’ll see you back here in about an hour.”

Keith reached over to the laptop, ending the stream, pulled his headphones off, and set the controller down, finally able to snuggle into his Alpha. Lance would never say no to cuddly Keith, but he had said that the stream would be back in an hour.

“This is not getting dinner made,” he said.

“Already done,” Keith answered, “Instant Pot is my new best friend.”

Lance snorted, and leaned in, inhaling his mate’s woody, floral-sweet scent. Keith’s Omega sweetness had become more complex with his pregnancy, but there was a new layer to it. It was soft and subtle, herbal and something like…fresh handmade soap? With a start, he realized it was their pup’s scent. They knew their little one was at the stage for his scent glands to finish developing, but Lance hadn’t been expecting it to leech into Keith’s yet. The only thing missing was – there it was. The pup flailed, hard enough to be seen from the outside.

Keith huffed a laugh. “Yeah, he’s been pretty active today. All through the stream, too.”

“I can smell him on you. It’s still pretty subtle, but it’s soft and herbal and kinda like fresh handmade soap.”

“Mm. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Neither can I.” Lance slid a hand across Keith’s pregnant belly, only to be rewarded with a hard kick. He really couldn’t wait to meet their pup. But dinner and the stream? They could definitely wait a few minutes.

#just a little omegaverse oneshot/scene/thing

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corvus-rex-a-b-o · 2 years

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Trying to keep track of what my actual, in real progress wips are rn. So far, it's everything still ongoing on ao3:

Our Life in Pictures

Here Come the Vultures

All I Need

The Sound of Color

Dormiveglia

Wheel of the Year series

also working on a sequel piece to If I Didn't Know Better

Then, there's the ones I have here:

as-yet-unnamed Galtean Royal au

and the also as-yet-unnamed Quantum Abyss au on my sideblog corvusrexabo

And then there are these assholes that won't leave me alone:

Code Violet

Galtean Leakira

Here Will Our Souls and Bodies Come Toegther (non-canon compliant abo smut [as I work my way slowly into the deep end])

Bring Me Home, One More Time (this one's a little complicated, but I can explain it in another post if y'all want)

13. 13 wips that I actually have been putting work into. This doesn't even get into the ones I pick at occasionally or just sit there staring at me like the neglected children they are.

#reblogging here #since 9 of them are omegaverse

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*** NOT3P prt 2

Premise: Lance and Keith are freshly dating so why does Keith keep smelling like Shiro?

Scene: On a mission gone sideways Lance can’t work out what’s going on between Keith and Shiro (Kuron), especially when he’d warned the team his heat was due. Omega Lance. Prime Alpha Keith. Alpha Shiro. Alpha Hunk. Beta Pidge. Sex. Misunderstandings. Hurt Lance. Kuron being an arsehole to our boy. Secret boyfriends.

Keith had tried talking to him, but after how he’d embarrassed himself in front of everyone, Lance just wanted to be alone. Not that he’d been given the chance. No. It was off with Coran to be poked at and by the time Coran was done with him, Pidge and Hunk were back so it was back into another briefing while the castle synthesised something that would delay his heat.

By the time he buried himself in his blankets, it was time for Keith to be coming back to their room. His boyfriend’s absence sending his preheat omega crazy and not allowing him any time for actual thought. He knew he was the weakest and least deserving when it came to their roles as Paladin, but he also knew Shiro shouldn’t have been so short with him. He was the omega of the group, and the only way they’d get planet side to begin with. Tossing and turning, vargas must have passed before he heard the door to his room open

“Lance?”

Nope. No. Not tonight. Noooo. He didn’t want that little voice in his head hijacking his mouth and saying something really dumb he couldn’t take back

“I guess you’re already sleeping… I’ll head back to my room”

Lance’s test of will was tested. He wanted to throw off his blankets and drag his alpha into bed, but that would require admitting he was awake and possibly having to deal with Keith’s disappointment over him questioning Shiro’s place on this mission. He didn’t see why he couldn’t simply “own” one alpha. If the omegas had the right to choose how many mates they wanted, then wasn’t it his right to choose just one? Then again… it was totally different if the one he’d chosen already had someone. As the door slid shut, Lance pulled his blankets closer knowing all his problems would be solved if he could man up and ask Keith what was going on with Shiro.

“I knew it, you’re still awake in there, aren’t you?”

He’d been tricked. He should have listened for Keith’s footsteps, instead he’d let himself be fooled

“No?”

“Lance, what’s going on with you? Why are you hiding from me?”

Quiznak… He was a weak man. Weak for Keith, and triply so when he felt he was hurting his feelings

“I’m feeling a bit sick from preheat, mullet”

Half a lie was kinder than kicking Keith out. He didn’t feel sick. He felt miserable

“Do you want me to stay?”

Yes… Thank god for the blankets covering him or Keith would be able to scent his upset

“No… I’ll be, you go to bed. I’m trying to sleep it off”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, babe. I just need some sleep. You know preheats suck”

Keith took a small eternity to reply

“Well… I’m down the hall if you need me. I was hoping we could talk about the mission but if you’re not feeling well it can wait”

Ugh. Keith was killing him here. He’d probably been off listening to Shiro laugh about how he thought Lance thought he stood a chance with him. He knew he didn’t, nor did he feel that way towards Shiro. Plus Shiro definitely didn’t feel that way towards him

“I’m sorry…”

“You can’t help it… I’ll come get you for breakfast?”

“Yeah. I’m just a bit nauseous from my preheat, but that sounds good to me… night, samurai”

“Yeah, night, sharpshooter”

A cruiser to the heart would have been kinder than listening to Keith leave. Pushing back his blankets to make sure Keith had left, Lance then groaned as he rubbed at his face. He knew Shiro needed Keith, as much as Keith needed Shiro, and he knew Keith needed to be there for him… but… what if Keith had thought Shiro was gone forever and that was why they’d started dating? And now Shiro was back he was just the unwanted boyfriend where Keith was being too nice to break up with him.

Rolling over, he knew all of this was him being dumb. He knew it. He was the dumb one of the group. Why did he have to jealous now Shiro was back? The whole reason they wound up in space was because Keith refused to give up on Shiro and he wasn’t about to end up second best to Keith again. And things had been good. He’d been proud to back up Keith’s decisions… and he’d kind of been proud of himself for being able to point out faults with their plans back when his input was listened to. They made such a good team… and now he was definitely putting the “I in the A hole”. When they got to the planet he’d find a way to talk to Keith. Away from everyone else… He’d never been somewhere where omegas were the rulers, so if he wanted to talk to his alpha they’d have to permit him that… Until then it’d be an uphill battle to keep himself in check… and not dissolve into a mess of insecurities thinking about Keith and Shiro dating behind his back.

Coran’s injection made him feel awful. He felt absolutely miserable as his stomach cramped and his head span with the first dose. But Lance wasn’t about to let it ruin “playing dress ups”. He loved his robe… even if he was sure it would look better on Keith than him given the deep red colour. Thankfully the festival they were headed to meant colour. So while his robes were black, brown, red, and white, Keith and Shiro’s were both black. Keith having purple where he had black, and Shiro having a kind of silver. The purple really brought out Keith’s eyes… He loved them. He’d learned how badly Keith had been bullied over them, but everyone who had was missing out. They were like two tiny galaxies, and he’d been working hard at reminding Keith how much he loved them.

“Why are the sleeves so long?”

Keith hadn’t had a fun time working out how to get in and out all the layers until Coran let him in on the secret zip on the side. Holding his left sleeve, his boyfriend was glaring at the fabric like it’d insulted him

“You could probably hide a couple of blades up there”

“Lance, can’t you take this seriously?”

Ducking his head, his comment had been meant for Keith alone, not for Shiro to admonish him over. Keith had gotten it, the glare on his face replaced by a look that told Lance he was now considering which blade could be hidden

“I am. I’m just trying to be practical here”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shiro sighed at him

“Well stop it. We don’t need you and Keith at each other’s throats before we even leave the castle”

Allura cleared her throat, trust her to attempt diplomacy

“The three of you look quite good. Now, as alphas are the lower species both Keith and Shiro will be required to wear collars and leads for the duration you are outside on this mission. Our contact planet side has been briefed over your robes so it is too late to change them now”

Pidge snickered

“Lance looks ridiculous… I bet 10 GAC he trips over his robes first”

Shooting her a scathing glare, his favourite gremlin was well on her way off his Christmas list

“You’re just jealous we’ll be seeing all kinds of tech that you can’t”

Activating “Dad Mode” again, Shiro sighed at him again

“Must you turn everything into a fight? This mission is too important to mess up”

Like breakfast had been too important for Keith to come get him. No. He’d taken himself to breakfast to find Keith already there with Shiro and that he was last

“Trust me, I get it”

“I don’t think you do”

“As the only omega here, I’m pretty sure I get it” is what he wanted to say. But that would only make Shiro madder

“We need to be careful. I understand”

“Good. Now, Coran?”

Coran cleared his throat

“Yes. With our young Pidge’s help, I’ve uploaded the layout of the city as well as the landing location to each of your comms. We’ll be staying just out of orbits range for the duration you’re down there. Hopefully you won’t be recognised, yet not to worry if you are. I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with a convincing cover story if you are. As for the collars, you won’t need leads when you are in your private quarters. It’s also important that the three of you maintain your cover story that Lance is indeed your omega. When in public you must remember to ask him permission to speak to other alphas and omegas. You’re all there for the festival and know nothing about the murders that have been occurring”

Shiro looked to him, Lance looking to Keith who looked to his brother instead of him. He didn’t want to be there. If they needed three then they should have sent Pidge instead. She wouldn’t mess things up like he was sure to

“Remember that, Lance”

“I’ve got it. Collars and leads outside. Collars inside. I have to tell Keith and Shiro that it’s okay to talk. What about my glands? They’re not marked”

From the way everyone looked at him, he felt he’d missed some kind of briefing about it. Probably at breakfast… Shiro seemed about to sigh at him again

“Didn’t you listen at breakfast?”

Pidge snickered again

“He was late. His royal highness slept in”

No. He’d woken up early thanks to his preheat to throw up his guts then waited nervously for Keith to come only for him not to

“It takes time to look this good. And I’m preheat so it takes even longer”

“Preheat, shmeeheat. You don’t have to wear a collar seeing your an omega so Coran has strips to cover your glands”

Coran nodded quickly

“That’s only if you want to. They won’t cover your scent”

See. Was that so hard to explain to him?

“Okay. Then I guess all that’s left is to get this show on the road”

Allura smiled at the three of them

“I’m sure your mission will be a success. Without Lance’s heat to worry about you’ll be able to focus on your mission. If anything does happen, then we’ll come to your aid”

“Nothing’s going to happen, isn’t it, Lance?”

Why him? Why did Shiro have to go after him?

“Nope. Whatever could go do wrong with two alphas under my control?”

Shiro deadpanned him until Lance chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head

“I’ve got it. We’ve still got a few vargas right?”

“What are you thinking, number three?”

“I’m going to lay down for a bit. I’ve got a bit of a headache…”

“Do you feel unwell?”

He definitely didn’t feel well… but couldn’t tell Coran that in front of everyone. The suppressants had to be strong given how close to heat he was. His body didn’t appreciate the injection in the slightest, much like when he’d had his first ever suppressant shot

“It’s just preheat stuff. Once the shot kicks in and my preheat stops I’ll be fine. I’m sure Keith and Shiro have it all handled, and don’t need me there while they figure out what they want to ask and the escape plan if things go wrong. I’ll see you losers later”

“If you’re sure…”

Plastering the biggest, fakest smile on his face that he could manage, Lance nodded

“Trust me, Coran. It’s all good”

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7.3

*** Incubus Keith prt3

Premise: Lance accidentally summons Keith

Scene: Working in a second hand bookstore Lance accidentally summons Keith who agrees to help him save his store in exchange for carrying his child. All the cliches. Lance is 30.

Lance couldn’t focus during dinner. With Keith’s size, he was sure the demon would come crashing down through the floor, or that Keith would knock something over and Rachel would run off to check what it was in case it qualified as useful evidence against him. She wasn’t meant to back… things… were awkward when she was. For all her artsy stuff, to her books were only good for crafting. She didn’t appreciate them, making him lame for doing so. People without siblings had it so much easier… though then again, he wasn’t sure he’d like to be Mami’s only child. The idea of canning vegetables come summer all by himself sparked no joy in his heart.

Forcing himself to not go running upstairs the moment the meal ended, Lance carefully divided some left overs for himself. Left overs were fair game to anyone in the family, and half the time he missed out, though that was intentional. He’d put enough stress on his Mami, he couldn’t go eating his parents out of house and home

“Mijo, didn’t you have enough dinner?”

“It’s for later, Mami. I knocked over a pile of books so I’m going to be up late tidying”

“You shouldn’t be staying up late”

“I know, but I don’t have work and I’m in the mood to get things done”

“If you’re in the mood, there’s washing that needs hanging out. And the floors could use a sweep”

Because Rachel couldn’t possibly lift a broom? He legitimately had a crisis here… a crisis he couldn’t even tell his Mami about…

“I’ll get to it, Mami. Let me take this plate up then I’ll hang the washing out”

“And put a fresh load on. The kids uniforms need washing. You can help me with their lunches too”

They had their own parents for that. Not that Lance would say that. He loved his family, but being home wasn’t exactly a fun time when he felt too nervous about doing things. Siblings were great for that too. One time Macro and Luis had put him in the washing machine. He’d been sure he was going to die. Since then he hadn’t exactly been fond of small spaces. Kissing his cheek, his Mami knew he was weak against her love

“Thank you, Mijo. Having you home is a big help”

“It’s alright, Mami. I’ll be right back”

Taking the stairs back up to his room two at a time, Lance supposed he may have been slightly dramatic as he slammed his door closed behind him. Sitting on his bed, Keith had restacked the pile of books knocked down. Okay. So maybe Lance liked him a little bit for it, but only a little tiny bit

“Here, I have to finish up some chores. It’s not much, but Mami’s cooking is really good”

Lowering the book, the demon eyed the plate suspiciously

“Is it safe? And what are those silver things? Weapons?”

“They’re called cutlery… Do you not have cutlery?”

Damn. He’s just waited his chance at a little bit of revenge

“I don’t generally eat off a plate”

“My house, my rules. Well, it’s my parents house. Here, I have to go again. Eat this and I’ll come back soon”

“Can’t you stay?”

“Not if you don’t want a whole house trying to banish you”

Keith shrugged

“I could take them. Your sister is quite annoying”

Keith hadn’t even met Rachel and he was spot on

“Hey. My family is off limits. It’s only okay when I’m mean to them. Behave yourself, Mami’s already suspicious as it is”

Climbing off the bed, Lance couldn’t help but step back from Keith. It was all Keith’s fault for being so damn tall. Walking over to him, the demon skipped taking the plate, instead kissing him

“Wha!”

“You look a little tired. It’s a small dose of energy”

Now that Keith mentioned it, he was kind of tired. Family dinners did that to a man

“Well… warn me next time. Here, I’m sorry. I’ll be back!”

Shoving the plate at Keith, Lance fled. His damn heart near ready to jump out of his chest. The demon chuckling as he did. Maybe he’d be lucky and bore Keith into leaving? Then again if Keith didn’t… No. Nope. He wasn’t getting swept away due to Keith’s kisses… even if they were really fucking good.

“Oi, loser. What’s going on?”

He’d cleared one hurdle and now a much more dangerous one had appeared. Rachel trying to look past him as he hurried to close his door

“Why does something have to be going on?”

“You’ve got something in your room, haven’t you?”

“What? No. Why are you even home in the first place?”

“Mami said you got a load of old books in”

His Mami said too much

“They’re not mine”

“Close enough”

Rachel darted right. The woman hadn’t heard of growing up. Lance moving to intercept her

“They’re not mine”

“Your boss isn’t even in town”

“That doesn’t mean I’m about to steal from him”

“Ugh. Look, let me choose what I want and I’ll give you a donation”

“Or you could actually come to the fucking shop for a change”

Rachel paused for half a second too long, Lance barrelled into, causing him to smack up against the door. The sound not missed by his Mami

“You two better not be fighting!”

“No, Mami! Rachel says she’ll sweep the floors!”

“Lance was jerking off again!”

Ugh. Whenever Rachel was around they seemed to revert to teenagers

“You’re such a bitch”

“And you’re a loser. When are you going to get a real job?”

“I don’t know? When you get a personality?”

“At least I’m not working in a dead end job”

“No, you’re just creating art that never sells”

“Well at least I didn’t come crawling back to mum because no one wants to date me”

“You’re such a goddamn bitch”

“Lance?! Rachel?!”

Thank god for his Mami

“Coming, Mami!”

Rachel snorted at him. Lance resisting the urge to throw her down the stairs… She’d done that to him so he knew from experience it wasn’t fun

“I’m going to find out what you’re up to”

“I’m not up to anything”

Nothing other than trying to hide a sex demon and worrying about his job and the fact he may kind of have to steal Keith’s book

“Sure you’re not. Coming, Mami!”

Staggering into his bedroom, Lance made a beeline for his bed. Luis had decided to impart some less than wise older brother wisdom, and Hunk had called the house when he couldn’t get him on the phone. By the time Lance finally did make it back up the stairs, he was beyond ready for sleep

“You said we’d talk. We need to figure out your wish”

Sitting on his bed again, Lance raised his head to look up at Keith. Damn handsome demons making valid points

“Rain check?”

“What’s that?”

“No clue. I never bothered actually looking it up”

Keith huffed at him, his tail flicking with annoyance as he did

“We need to decide on your side of the contract”

“Can’t we just cancel it?”

“No… you look awful”

Lance let his head drop

“I wonder whose fault that is?”

“You summoned me”

“You’re the one who lost your book. How did that even happen?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know when I last saw it”

Lance, this demon was unbelievable

“Look, I’m tired”

“We still need to have sex to set the mark”

“Can I just lay here and pretend we already did?”

“It’s not like you’re my type either”

Ouch. He normally liked to be at least six weeks in before they told him that

“Way too boost a man’s confidence”

“You complain a lot”

“Yep. Look, I don’t think this is going to work. I don’t have the parts to make a baby”

“And I’m telling you it doesn’t matter”

“Do we really need to have sex?”

“From what I felt you have a lot pent up inside of you”

“That’s because I don’t like dating”

“You don’t need to date to have sex”

Rolling on his back Lance supposed a quicky wouldn’t technically be bad. Not after the way Keith’s kisses had left him… yet his heart was stupidly romantic, and probably the reason he’d been hurt more than once

“If I carry your baby, can you help me keep my job?”

“You… want to… keep your job?”

“I know. I should be out there doing things, but it’s not all bad at the store. Some of the customers are really nice… but I know my boss wants to sell. He can’t manage both stores and it frustrates him”

“I can’t make you rich”

“I don’t want you to make me rich… I just don’t want the store to close down”

“I’ll think about it…”

“Okay. And with this mark, do we need to have sex?”

“It’ll set the mark in place properly. You’ll feel benefits from absorbing my essence”

“Can we take it slow? I’m not used to sleeping with a stranger?”

“We’ll see”

“Then I consent”

Keith did not know how to take it slow. Explaining this his kisses were an aphrodisiac, kissing definitely helped loosen Lance up. He knew he was on the gangly side. Long and lanky like his father. Feeling Keith’s eyes raking over his body, he was more than happy not to be completely to be dizzy on Keith, especially when those leathers came off. The demon was hung. Like… really hung. Hung to the point he nearly went cross eyed at the thing in front of him. Like the rest of Keith his dick was purple. Pubes jet black and neatly trimmed. Damn if he was going to be able to walk tomorrow

“Are you done staring?”

“Just drinking in the view”

“I’m going to loosen you up. You humans are very small”

“You’re ridiculously big… I could climb you like a goddamn mountain”

Keith deadpanned him

“Stop. You’re going to make me blush. How long do human pregnancies last?”

“A few months…. Less than a year”

“Then you’re going to need to stop looking up at me like I’m about to devour you?”

Feeling coy, Lance closed his legs a little as his fluttered his eyelashes

“Isn’t that the plan, mister rugged and grizzled demon man?”

“I’m an incubus?”

“You’re talking too much”

Keith grinned at him and Lance’s heart went funny. He really liked it when Keith smiled

“Finally something we can agree on”

Folded in half, Keith “devoured” him to the point Lance didn’t care. Burying his face between Lance’s legs, Lance was reduced to a quivering mass at the skill of Keith’s tongue. The heat in is belly slowly burning, to the point his legs were shaking. He needed Keith in him or he really might just die on the demon’s tongue. Feeling the start of a drumming beat below his belly button, Lance forced his eyes open. Across the lower part of his abdomen was a red mark, the detail intricate and moving. Lines splitting into more lines, like watching a drop of ink soaking into paper

“It’s my mark. It’ll protect you from any other demons you might cross and proves that we have a contract”

Slurring, Lance let his head drop back. Everything felt so good… there wasn’t an ounce of shame left in his body

“It’s pretty”

“I’m going to fuck you now”

“Mhmm… go for it big boy”

Pushing into him, Lance’s moan was long and strained. Keith was so damn big that despite being high he still felt the stretch, but the solid weight of being cocooned by his body felt reassuring. He could tell Keith was holding back and it made him feel like maybe this demon wasn’t quite as demonic as he initially thought

“Stop squeezing me so hard”

“You feel so fucking good… I feel so full”

Keith’s dick was ribbed… a sensation he wasn’t used to. Then again, he’d barely played with back there after a rather painful wrong jab with a vibrator and a lack of patience

“I’m barely inside you”

He should be alarmed at that… but Keith hit that damn sweet spot and the next thing he knew he was seeing stars

“Oh, god… right there… do that again”

Drawing back, Keith slowly pushed forward again. Yep. He was gone. Keith could devour his heart and he wouldn’t care as long as he didn’t stop

“Is this okay?”

“Mhmm… just like that…”

For Keith it must have been torturous taking it so slowly. Lance coming on the demon’s third thrust, Keith’s hands gripping his hips hard as his orgasm washed through him. After that… things got hazy… he knew Keith stopped once or twice to ask if he was okay, before hefting him up into his lap and oh boy was that different. Keith was deeper now, Lance limp as Keith fucked him thoroughly. Feeling the ribs on Keith’s dick starting to prickle, Keith grew bigger inside of him as he grunted, Lance held down firmly as the demon’s orgasm hit. Whining at Keith daring to get bigger, he didn’t expect Keith to pull him to his chest. He was so warm… so warm and comforting that Lance couldn’t help yawning

“My seed will soak into your body and your womb will grow. I tried to limit my energy but I may have lost control at the last moment. Your sexual energy is much nicer when you consent”

“Mhmm… so you enjoyed your meal?”

Eloquence was not his middle name. He couldn’t even remember his middle name but he was sure that wasn’t it

“You’re more like a snack with how small you are”

“Excuse you, imma goddamn happy meal…”

“You’re definitely something”

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*** Incubus Keith

Premise: Lance accidentally summons Keith

Scene: Working in a second hand bookstore Lance accidentally summons Keith who agrees to help him save his store in exchange for carrying his child. All the cliches. Lance is 30.

Working in a second hand bookstore wasn’t exactly the dream Lance had had for his life. Some days were downright awful, such as when they took a load of books from a charity store only to find most of them had mouse poo in the covers or water damage, meaning they’d need to be thrown out rather than go to a loving home. Some days were awesome. Some days the compliments were many and the customers happy to have what they were looking for. With over 30,000 books to keep up with, he did what he could and hoped for the best.

Sighing at the half dead boxes of books from the latest charity delivery, Lance really didn’t want to deal with them. Some days it felt like 12.50 an hour just wasn’t worth the amount of time it’d take to check each book. Not when their sales had dropped so much. He knew he wasn’t to blame. He gave it his all when it came to customers, but who wanted to shop in such an old and dead looking building? School holidays had brought forth more damage. Both side doors now replaced with heavy plywood and most of the windows had been taped where they’d been smashed for fun by kids who didn’t care that people had to work there.

Dragging himself from his desk to the pile of boxes he grabbed the biggest one first. After all they were taking up valuable floor space, though from the initial glance he knew most of them would end up in the already overflowing back room. Being the manager should have made him proud, yet he felt as if he was letting his boss down seeing there simply wasn’t enough hours in the day to get everything done. Giving a nod to the two customers waiting at the counter, Lance smiled as he carried the box around to the other side. His Mami had said working there would help with his social anxiety, and the money really wouldn’t hurt… So why was it after 9 months of working there he still felt anxious as hell?

Placing the box down, Lance moved his chair out of the way. The woman waiting didn’t seem terribly impressed to be there, but at the same time, she didn’t seem like she had her nose up in the air over everything

“Hi, there! Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for books by Coran Smyth”

Normally they carried a few. Having met Allura during his failed attempt at college, they’d formed a semi-friendship until she’d starting the douchiest man he’d ever met. Sure, Loturd, as he liked to call him, was red hot but he had the personality of a dead bug. Being her uncle, he’d met Coran before and somehow through the line Coran had learned about where he worked so would often send copies of his books whenever they ran low.

“I’m sorry, he’s such a popular author it’s nearly impossible to keep him in stock. I do know we have another shipment of his books coming in next Thursday. I can take your name and number and let you know when they arrive”

Lance had actually never read one of Coran’s books. He’d always meant to, but… he was so burned out with everyday life that opening a new book just didn’t have the appeal it used to. Not that he’d ever tell Coran that. His stories of five ancient Paladins who battled evil in giant colourful lions sounded amazing.

“No thank, we’re only passing through. When we saw how many books you have we thought we’d find at least one copy”

Ugh. 90 percent of their customers were passing through. He was happy they’d popped in, but it ultimately meant a missed sale

“I’m sorry. As I said, he’s amazingly popular. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

The perceived second customer cleared her throat, Lance now realising she was with the first, though her body language hadn’t seen like they were together

“I see on your signs outside that it says fresh juice, but I don’t see any here”

“I’m sorry, that’s from before my time here. We do have a wonderful cafe next to us, or there’s a second just across the car park. If you’re heading back towards the main mall, there’s one just across the road”

“Oh, well... Thanks anyway”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help. Have a good day and good luck in your quest for juice”

The pair were barely three steps away when they started complaining to each other. How was it his fault that the building owner simply couldn’t afford to keep up with the damage costs? The glass replacement alone was $6,000 and no one had that sort of cash simply laying around. What he needed was a trip to Hunk’s bakery. Hunk’s bakery saw more of his wages than he did… but having priced and placed away two dozen books, he more than deserved his sugary treat

“Flora! I’m going to the bakery”

“Okay! I’ll watch your side too”

“Thanks”

Half tripping on the box of books, Lance’s face flamed. Of course he had to klutz things up with people in the store. And his boss would have his hide if they knew he was heading out for sugar at when there were. It wasn’t like they had most of the titles, and if they did they’d always complain about the price. He didn’t set the prices, but at the same time, it took a lot of time to sort through the books when they came in. There was first checking them for missing pages, then removing names and scribble on the cover, plus checking for water damage, mould, glueing missing pages back in, and taping covers back together on the older classics. The worst was when he tried to lift labels with hand sanitizer. Sometimes it worked great, other times it lifted ink and the cover wound up damaged. With the hours he had there, there wasn’t as much time as he truly needed. He couldn’t stay late, even if he wanted to, and he desperately did. The classics and the sci-fi section came in second and third as they worst offenders when it came to messy customers, but they had absolutely nothing on the assorted fiction section which daily seemed to be rampaged through by a hoard of angry gremlins.

Trying to dodge the rain did nothing. Hunk’s bakery might only be 50 metres across the carpark, but by the time he’d made it there his sneakers practically needed a snorkel. Nearly smacking into two teens with their chips and gravy, Lance really couldn’t deal with teens of this day. They had so much technology… and it might be the old man in him, but he was so damn relieved they’d never had that much tech in his day. Letting his muddy footprints mingle with the others, Lance walked up the corridor and into the bakery itself. That wasn’t to say the corridor wasn’t part of the bakery but it housed the storage cupboards and the public toilets. The real power house was the front of the store.

“Lance! You’re early, bud!”

“You wouldn’t believe the latest load of books… why do I work in a bookstore again?”

So the bakery wasn’t technically Hunk’s but his families. He’d lucked out with the best bro in the world. Even more so landing a job where he got to see him almost every day. One day less now that they had a new hire. He loved their new hire and the day off, but his family did need the money…

“Because of the money. Any new books?”

“Not yet, bud. I’ve got 12 more boxes to go through, so we might get lucky. No Shay today?”

“Nah, Tane had an appointment so she’s with him”

Hunk and Shay had the kind of love Lance dreamed about. He wanted that love. He wanted kids and someone who’d get that his depression wasn’t something he could control, even with medication. He’d stopped dating all together, deciding that if love was on the cards than he’d rather wait for it instead of continuing his run of failed relationships. Tane was his godson, Hunk and Shay’s first, though they had been thinking that now Tane was two it might be time for a sibling

“How is my favourite little dude?”

“He’s got a cold. And I’m no longer his favourite. I didn’t let him eat of the trash so I’m basically the worst dad ever”

“Hey, in your defence, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the trash if it wasn’t for you. I’m in dire need of sugar… give me something disgustingly loaded with sugar and carbs”

“We both know that’s not good for you”

Lance shrugged

“The heart wants what the heart wants. Besides, if you were dodging mouse poo on your desk, you’d be in need of sugar too”

“Don’t even mention mice. I’m proud of our five star rating. Take a seat, I’ll see what we’ve got”

“Hunk, you are the best bro ever”

Naturally Hunk had no idea that generally half his wage went on his lunch each day. That and picking up the few treats that his Mami loved. He owed her so much. With his car off the road at the moment and public transport not stopping near his house, his Mami was his knight in shining armour, dropping him off and picking him up for each shift. Thank god some of the guilt was lifted by the fact she also did the school run for his older brother, Luis, and sister-in-law, Lisa. He might be the family failure, but he still had his Mami as his biggest supporter. Compared to his older sister Veronica who was off being some amazing scientists in the state run space project, he might as well be in the trash. When he’d been growing up he’d been so mad at the way she’d mothered over him… now he missed her and her awesome wife Axca. His second oldest brother Marco was a pro-surfer. Between love and surfing, Marco had chosen surfing all the way. Then there was Rachel. Two years older than him she’d made his teenage years a living hell. Rachel was the artist of the family. She lived off her art… not like him who could barely scrape through with some pride still intact.

“Here we go. Just the thing to take your mind off those books”

Custard. Jelly. Candied fruit. All the major good groups were covered in the fruit tart Hunk set in front of him. Preboxed, it was ready to go into the bag on top of his mother’s things. A large takeaway chocolate shake sat beside the bag

“Hunk, you are a god amongst men”

“I try. I’ll see if I can swing by before you shut…”

“Nah, it’s going to take me ages to get through those books. Plus, you guys always get the first dibs at the best stuff”

“Pidge wants to hang out this weekend if it’s cool”

Ahhh. Pidge. His favourite tech gremlin who was all about the downloads. For Lance there was just something nice about holding a book… even if most of the things he read were now on his phone. It was thanks to her that he hadn’t been able to call the aquatic section in the sports section “water sports”. She’d damn near pissed herself laughing at his renaming of it as “aquatic activities”.

“Yeah, I’m only on from 12-3 on Saturday and Sunday, plus I’m not on Friday’s anymore”

Hunk nodded understandingly

“Your new hire, right?”

“Yep. I love what she brings to the job but I think she thinks I hate her. We haven’t actually had a shift together, but she’s really good and she’s been trying her hardest”

“Is she still pricing too low?”

“Nah. Okay. Sometimes. But these things happen, like when people don’t take old price stickers off. There’s not much you can do about it, but she’s a good worker”

“Any chance…?”

Lance quickly shook his head

“No. She’s got a partner and grown kids”

“You know, bud, Shay has a friend…”

The last thing he needed was a pity date. Pulling his wallet out, Lance shook his head again

“Nah. This Cuban heartthrob is going to focus on work for now. How much is today’s?”

“$21.80”

Pulling out the two twenties from his wage, Lance passed them over. $18.20 wasn’t going to buy a lot, but it’s buy more than not having it would

“Let me get your change”

“Thanks, man”

Managing not to stuff up serving for the rest of his shift, Lance sighed as the door locked behind him. Carrying a box of older books, he never usually took them home, but they all needed to be researched so he knew what to charge fairly for them

“See you tomorrow, Lance!”

“I’m not back until Saturday. Have fun with the customers”

Flora was a people person. He used to be a people person until his anxiety had gotten the better of him… That and he’d been teased without mercy during primary school… then high school. College had been awesome, but soon his grades started slipping and it’d all become too much as he found it so much harder than he’d thought it’d be to juggle both his grades and growing into himself. His Mami always scolded him when he called himself stupid but she just didn’t get it. He couldn’t do the book work when he was alone. Without the structure of a classroom where he couldn’t escape the work, he struggled to recall things and struggled to stay motivated. Technically he knew he wasn’t stupid, yet he was burned out.

Walking around to the front of the building it was nearly a half hour wait as his Mami picked up his nephew, Sylvio, and niece, Nadia. Climbing into the front of his mother’s car, Lance kept the box of books with him. Grubby little fingers meant tears and stains, meaning selling at a lower price. That and he really should know better than to be bringing them home

“Tio Lance, what’s in the box?”

“Books for work”

Sylvio elbowed Nadia, whisper yelling as he did

“See, I told you it wasn’t a puppy!”

“You’re the one who said it was a puppy”

“A puppy would be better than boring books”

“Sorry, guys. I’ll try to keep that in mind. How was your day, Mami?”

Leaning across, his Mami always insisted on kissing his cheek. Recently Sylvio and Nadia had taken to teasing him about then running before he could catch them. No matter how old he got, his Mami always treated him as her baby

“You know how it is, my Lance. It never ends”

“Hunk says hello. He and Shay are planning baby number two. Tane’s down with a cold”

“And you’re bringing home books?”

Ahhh… there was that tone. He had more than enough in his Mami’s eyes. Especially when he was crammed back into his teenage bedroom

“I have to price these ones separately. They’re mostly old classics from the look of them”

“So I won’t find them when I come to collect your laundry?”

“Maybe one or two. It depends on what they retail for”

“I hope you’re being paid extra for your time”

“No, Mami. Just making life easier for the next time I’m on shift”

His Mami sighed as she pulled back into the traffic. Some nights his anxiety meant he couldn’t sleep when he knew he had a shift the following morning. Anxiety was stupid like that. He was good at his job and he knew he was, yet it still liked to rear its stupid head

“You say that every time”

“That’s because you don’t know the perils of working in a bookstore. I risk my life everyday. Up ladders, down ladders, books on high shelves. I’m always waiting for the next avalanche”

“Yes, yes. Now we need to pick up bread on the way home, and the kids want a treat”

And there went his pay

“Okay. You should have told me and I would have asked Hunk for a loaf while I was there”

“I didn’t think of it until I picked you up. Rachel’s home too, so none of your fighting”

“She’s the one who starts it”

“She’s just worried that you’re wasting your potential there. There’s some good courses coming up, I think you should consider them”

“Yes, Mami. I’ll take a look after I get these done”

“Make sure you do. You’ve always been smart…”

“I’m okay for now. And it’s not all bad being there”

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re complaining”

He didn’t mean to complain but after a day of customer service… it completely wiped him out. He didn’t understand why customers couldn’t put things back where they’d got things from… It’d save hours if they did, or at least left the books they’d changed their minds about on his desk to deal with later

“I’ll be sure to remember to complain extra loudly. Seriously though, it’d be so much easier if we stopped taking books until the backlog was cleared”

“Did you tell your boss?”

“Yep and it’s a no go. I dread the idea of ever having to move them”

“That’s not on you, mijo. You need to stop bringing work home with you”

“I know”

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