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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and Harry get married and have a wedding in the fic. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) The Nuptial Blessing | Explicit | 3,576 words

The sweet smell of strawberries and cinnamon engulfed the entire room. He held his breath as Louis walked down the aisle to the altar. His omega looked like a walking angel- an ethereal beauty not belonging to this world, yet he was for Harry to ravage tonight.

2) I Fell For You Like A Star Falls From The Skies | Not Rated | 6,433 words

Note: This fic is the fifth part in a series but can be read alone.

Love isn't instant. you don't lock eyes and know that you want to be with someone forever, life just doesn't work that way. But the love that Louis and Harry have for each other comes pretty damn close. Wedding bells are ringing for your favorite couple, and dammit are they ready to be Mr. and Mr. Styles.

3) Please, Don’t Say You Want Me | Teen & Up | 9,320 words

Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

4) Won't See It Coming Til It's Already Gone | Explicit | 12,631 words

“Tell me that this is a fake,” Peter says, slapping a handful of papers against Louis’ chest. He says something else, something loud and demanding, barely even pausing for a breath, but Louis doesn’t hear it. All he hears is the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his own heartbeat. Because this - this looks like a marriage certificate. For a minute, everything stills, quiets. Louis drags his eyes up, meets Harry’s gaze, fixed on him. Then the noise is back, shouting voices clamoring to be heard over each other, and Harry is still staring at him. The ring that Louis hadn’t been able to stop noticing in the loo weighs heavily on his hand. His left hand.

5) Falling Down For You | Explicit | 14,750 words

If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?

6) Dreams Can't Take The Place Of Loving You | Explicit | 15,496 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

In which Liam is the go-to ring guy, Niall's relentless, Zayn is family, and Harry and Louis are disgusting.

7) Life Won't Wait | Explicit | 20,327 words

Note: This fic is the third part in a series, so we'd read the other two fics first.

It’s not until the third attempt goes terribly, horribly wrong that Harry realizes Louis is doing it on purpose. All he can do is sit back in his chair, narrow his eyes, and watch as Louis pats the waiter on the back pseudo-helpfully, pretending like he’s actually doing something that makes up for the fact that he just deliberately tripped a waiter at one of the poshest restaurants in London and caused pasta to be spilled all over the place better. Like a pat on the back could make all of that better. Ten minutes later, they exit the restaurant with absolutely no grace. Harry lets Louis tug him along, shielding him from the worst of the paps, but he doesn’t let up on the glare he’s got going on, directed at Louis’ back. The gossip rags will all be screaming with headlines about how they’ve finally broken up for good, but it doesn’t matter right now.

8) Thawing Permafrost | Explicit | 22,556 words

Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

9) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

10) You Are My Familiar | Explicit | 27,088 words

Louis loses his dog, and Harry takes in a stray. A whole year passes before they realize that it’s the same dog, and that kind of complicates things.

11) Ours Are The Moments I Play In The Dark | Mature | 30,830 words

Jane Austen’s Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis’ family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

12) The List | Mature | 32,094 words

'In the weeks that follow, Harry opens his old journal more than he has in the past two years each time he remembers Venice or thinks about Louis. He always flips to the same random page in the middle of the book, marked by the picture of himself that Louis sent him a few days after they got home. There’s a message on the back that says, ‘Spontaneous looks good on you! See you soon,’ and it makes Harry’s chest warm each time he reads it. He wedges their list out from between the worn pages, and it feels silly staring down at a folded up piece of paper with a strange sense of nostalgia for experiences they’ve yet to have; for places they’ve never even been.'

13) If I Loved You Less | Explicit | 36,139 words

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm. Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas…until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes. Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

14) Show Me Life Like I've Never Seen | Mature | 42,948 words

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn't forget.

15) What A Wicked Thing To Do (To Make Me Dream Of You) | Explicit | 44,444 words

Heirs Louis and Harry have been promised as mates to each other their whole lives. It’s expected that they will be the perfect pair to bring honor to their families. Louis cannot let that happen.

16) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47,519 words

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

17) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 56,795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

18) Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is a Brand New Start | Mature | 62,865 words

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king’s life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis’ hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

20) Mead Of Poetry | Explicit | 65,053 words

Under the pressure of continuing the Styles viscountcy line now that he is getting older, Harry sets himself three rules to finally settle down and marry: firstly, the omega needs to be reasonably attractive, secondly, they must be of great mind, thirdly, they cannot be anyone he would ever fall in love with. Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

21) Now I'm Begging for Footnotes in the Story of Your Life | Explicit | 80,742 words

Harry and Louis are engaged, but a few months before the wedding Louis realises that they don't like each other, so instead of ending the engagement two of them go head-to-head in an all out prank war. In the battle of who will end the engagement first.

22) Billow And Breeze (Islands And Seas) | Explicit | 102,506 words

It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same. Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily. Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing. “Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.

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gaybitchfx · 6 months

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✰𝓩. 𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓲✰

you showed me things—★

I've only seen in dreams

★—and there's something magic

about this whole thing —alice phoebe lou

𝓣𝓦: a/b/o au, spelling and grammar errors, intentional lowercase

✰ ILLUMI who was forced to attend a ball by his family due to them wanting an heir and for him to get married as the eldest son of the zoldyck family, a very well known last name amongst the kingdoms.. all the different scents there bothered him, some smelt musky, others smelt artificial but there was one that stood out from the rest. it was sweet and bitter at the same time. before he could even follow the scent your parents came with big smiles on their faces. “good afternoon, mr. zoldyck.” your mother and father said before moving their daughter, your sister, in front of them. “good afternoon.” she said with a smile that mimicked her parents. “afternoon.” he said plainly as he looked over the three, he found their smiles irritating, but didn’t say anything as to not be rude. “i’ve heard your here to look for a potential wife.” your mother said as she glanced at her daughter. she looked like a chandelier had gone wrong due to her wearing far too much jewelry. “yes, i am. now if you’ll excuse me i have something to do.” he said as he bowed his head a little before walking away to go and look for the person who had that peculiar scent.

✰ ILLUMI who was now struggling to find them grew agitated. it was as if whoever had that scent kept moving around farther and farther away from him making them hard to find. it didn’t help how your sister and parents kept pestering him, it was clear they wanted her to marry him and be apart of the zoldyck family since it came with benefits. as your parents talked to him the scent grew closer and more stronger until—“mom, when are we going home?” you asked as you yawned, arms folded over your chest as you had a look of annoyance spreading over your features. it finally clicked, you were the one producing such a sweet and bitter scent that drew illumi. his gaze stayed on you as he looked you over, examining your features and your attire, you were the youngest amongst your family. “not now (name).” your mother said through gritted teeth as she looked at you with a smile, of course it was fake. “so, your name is (name)?” illumi finally said as he approached you abruptly. “yeah? who’s askin’?” you mumbled as you looked at him with a raised brow.

✰ ILLUMI who was beyond happy and ecstatic to have finally found the person with the scent he’s been looking for all night. he was also happy that you were quiet the beauty as well and an omega nonetheless. it was clear your family was upset that he was now paying attention to you, even the look on his face annoyed them due to it h showing how interested he was in you. “may i take your hand in marriage and make you my wife?” he asked, his tone soft as he examined your face, noticing how your eyebrows raised and how your eyes widened just a smidge. “but..but your highness, he’s our youngest (20yrs) let alone a male omega, why not take our daughters hand in marriage? she could—” “no thank you.” he said sternly, cutting your father off making a look of shock spread across his and his wife’s face. “so, (name), do you take the offer?” he asked as he gently took his hand in yours. you glanced over at your parents who were enraged and hoping you wouldn’t agree to his proposal. but of course you felt like being petty since they never really paid attention to you and this was your only opportunity to actually have some recognition in this damn family. “yes, i’ll accept your proposal.” you said with a smile, illumi’s scent had a hint of excitement to it as he nodded his head. “very well, tomorrow we’ll have all your items transferred to the zoldyck families kingdom. as for the wedding it’ll be in a weeks time, i want to marry you as soon as possible.” he said as he released your hand, a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at you.

✰—tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @lostsomewhereinthegarden

#male reader #x male reader #male y/n #male reader insert #hunterxhunter x male reader #hunterxhunter x reader #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter illumi #hxh illumi #illumi x male reader #illumi x reader #fiction #anime #fluff

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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The Art of obsession.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: When you decided to be a preschool teacher you didn't know you would be teaching the famous Alpha Celebrity Elvis Presley's daughter Lisa Marie Presley. What you didn't know was that it would take a twisted turn when you got to know the 'Alpha' himself more and soon start to think you shouldn't have met him in the first place. (@galaxygirl453 )

Warnings: Manipulation, Gas lighting, Guilt tripping, Forced marriage, Drugging, Delusional/Obsessed Austin!Elvis, Baby trapping, Breeding kink, Forced marking, Creampie, dinner room sex, At school sex, Dirty talk, Housewife kink, Praise, Cock warming, Bullying, Pregnancy, and Pregnancy sex, Gorely murder.

A/n: So the anon who requested this, I hope you like it.

Elvis only could hear the clicking of his dress shoes against the preschool's tile, his thoughts grow wild. While he was at home, practicing with some of the Memphis Mafia in The Jungle Room, he got a call from the principal that Lias Marie had gotten into a fight, his Lisa? He knew it was hard for Lisa Marie to go through the change of having divorce parents but she wouldn't fight another kid, would she? No, she wouldn't. Elvis closed his eyes and took a calming breath in and opened the door.

"Ah! Mr. Presley, there you are." the principal exclaimed mockingly, a sarcastic smile on his wrinkled, chubby face "What happened?" Elvis asked as he sat beside a sniffling Lisa, putting a hand on her tiny back, quietly comforting her "Lisa Marie attacked a little boy, while they were playing. If I were you I'd discipline her better." the old white-haired man practically snarled, Elvis could feel his blood boil, his wolf growling and ready to protect his little pup. Elvis opened his mouth to reply when the door swing open and the scent so luring filled his sense of smell, Rose & honey with a hint of firewood, his ocean orbs snapped to the source.

"Miss. (L/N)!" The principal called out but you ignored him, and simply squatted down in front of Lisa "Are you, okay sweetheart? I heard what happened." you gently cooed to Lisa wiping away her tears, Elvis's heartbeat quickened as he stared at you in awe, his body heat raised and ringing filed his ear, it was getting hard to breathe, everything in his body screamed to be yours, your omega but you wasn't an alpha, you couldn't be, you don't act like one, plus he worked so hard to be an 'Alpha' to lose it. Elvis breathed in and thanked God for his dark shades that helped conceive his emotion. "Miss. (L/n) this is a private meeting." you stood and turned to your boss, with a warm smile that didn't reach your eyes " With all due respect, sir, We both know Bobby Field likes to push around others, it's quite boggling to me that little Lisa Marie is here instead of him" the elder man opened his mouth to speak, but you continued "I get that you might be jealous of Mr. Presley's effect on your new 'wife' but we should not take it on the children Mr. Dryier." The beta man in question looked away in shame "Leave me." the beta waved his hand dismissing him, Lisa, and Miss.(L/n). They wasted no time leaving the stuffy office and into the hallway.

"You alright little Marie?" Miss (L/n) asked bending down and smiling down at his daughter "'m alright." Lisa nodded to you and wiped her puffy face from the tears in her eyes, wearing a cute tiny pout that made her teacher giggle softly, to Elvis it was like the sound of Angels singing and joyful bells ringing, his heartbeat once again raced just a little. You stood up, turning to him with your warm and soft smile, and he swear his heart skipped a beat, his body heat raised hotter than before, suddenly his throat felt dry and he felt like he was hardly breathing, his wolf begging and whimpering for his Alpha "Thank you, for doin' that." Elvis managed to spit out, with a fax confidence smirk even though a raging storm of emotion waved its course within him, "Your welcome. I just hate when adults are petty and mistreat children." you huffed before a smile was back on your face " I'm (Y/N) (L/n), it's a pleasure to meet THE Elvis Presley." you held out your hand that he gladly took, electricity ride up his spine and a groan tried to force it's way out his lips, he suddenly needed to fuck, to breed you, the want became almost unbearable. Elvis gulped before speaking "Pleasure all mine, darlin'" You shake his hand "Well it's time for me and Marie to head to class, recess is over." you said taking his little girl's hand, waved at him, and walked off.

Once you were out of sight, Elvis rushed out of the school and drove to Graceland, with the pain going through his veins, body screaming for release. His back laid against his comfortable mattress, clothes on the floor, and his cock in his hand, pumping fast, pre-cum leaking out and over his hand, his hips jerking into his fist, wishing it was your pussy, He cummed with a whimper and whine.

That was the best orgasm, Elvis had ever experienced, he didn't cum that hard even with Priscilla.

He wanted you, wanted you to be his, by God, you will be, whether you want that or not, he decided you'd be his alpha, no matter the costs. He didn't put his plan into action until a month later, he convinced the principal to have you tutor Lisa at Graceland when you had the time, after all every man had a price. It was a Tuesday when he acted, it was a sunny day and you came exactly the same time you always have, a bright smile and warmth in your eyes as he opened the door "How are you today Mr. Presley?" you asked walking into the beautiful mansion "Doin' just fine." Elvis smiled back and locked the door behind him, actually, he was more than fine, he was excited, he got off his suppressants and stopped wearing his mask scents, and he was going into heat, no alpha couldn't resist an omega in heat, not a sweet little alpha like you. "So where is little Marie?" you questioned looking for her, normal the little girl would come running to greet you, "Goddamn, I forget to tell ya she's at her mother's. I'm sorry darlin'," he said "It's okay I can just go." "You sure? The drive here is at least 2 hours, would ya like a drink?" Elvis asked, gently guiding you to the dining room "I could go for some coke." you smile softly as you sat in a chair at the large dining table "Great, just relax darlin' I'll get yar coke."

Elvis walked into the kitchen, grabbed two coke bottles, and pulled out a set of different quickly, tasteless dissolving drugs, one to enhance your instinct and one to trigger his heat, dropping each drug in your respective drinks, he brought and sat your coke in front of you, before sitting across of you, taking a sip of his coke "So how was school?" Elvis asked leaning back in his seat, "It was okay, the kids were a little—" you trailed off, once a temping scent filled the air, The smell of fresh morning due and lavender sage, your eyes meet Elvis's when a pained whimper left the omega, wait omega? He usually smelled like another alpha, that of Sandalwood and vanilla, he was a beautiful sight, his normal ocean orbs were hard to see, his pupils so dilated he was breathing heavily and sweat begin to make his skin shine. A strong want for, no need to have this omega, ride him until he begs you to stop, your eyes dilated as you stood up and walked to him "Get up." you order and like a good boy he did what he was told "Such good omega" you cooed " your reward." you said before pulling the godly of a man into dominating and passionate kiss, tongues swirling each other and your hands worked on removing his black half unbutton blouse. You both parted Breathing heavily as you remove his blouse and he was working to remove his pants "Such a gorgeous Alpha and gonna take care of me? Huh, darlin'?" he teased, kissing your neck before taking off his pants and lifted himself onto the table, his cock stood tall, your mouth watering and your pussy became slick. You crawled over him and lined his cock with your weeping core and slowly descended upon him, and immediately started to ride him it's been so long since you had sex nevertheless, you couldn't believe your luck a male Omega they're is so rare as Alpha females, you throw your head back, and rolled your hips sharply causing a pretty gasp and moan from the men below you.

His large hands quickly gripped your hips, moans, and whines left his pink lips, his Raven hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes lidded, desperate, you bounced faster and leaned down to kiss him, not once stopping. His scent filled your nose and lungs like a drug, your kisses strayed from his lips to his neck, and a sudden desire, temptation, want, set your body ablaze, a want to mark, claim this man, his hand held your head to his neck, and his arm throw over your waist, holding you as you bounce. His scent became deliciously overwhelming and you bit down on his neck, staking your claim. Elvis gasped, it worked! He flipped you both, your back on the warm smooth wood as you licked up the blood and the bite with your healing saliva, Elvis pounded into you with a strong punishing rhythm, each thrust from his skilled hips, would push your hips against the table and his cock reached your sweet spot like no, Alpha or beta never had, the sexy growls and huffs leave the rock and roll king brought you closer to your climax "T-That's it! Cum, cum on this cock lil Darlin'! Goddamn, I'm close!" Elvis panted, his already fast thrusting turn frantic, and with a rub against your little nub, you came with a scream, Elvis not far after, with a groan he came, painting your walls and womb white with his seed. it took you a minute to realize what happened, you forcefully claimed him, and your widen eyes snapped to Elvis who was tracing the mark with shock and terror on his face "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." you trailed off as guilt set heavily into your chest "I'm ruined.." Elvis whispered, pacing in front of you "What can I do?" you begged "There's nothing you can do." he said, his back turned to you, a sinister smirk on his lips, it really was working, you were going to his. "Please there must be something?" you plead more desperately "Move in here and marry me, people will think it was consensual and you will be able to keep your job. We'll say we kept our relationship secret" Elvis turned to look at you, his eyes holding a strange gleam but you were too much in turmoil to notice "O-Oh Okay." you shakily nodded.

You sighed as you struggle to get out of bed with your 8 months baby bump, your husband sound asleep, it was a rare sight to see, he laid on his stomach, his head on his arm, his lips parted in silent snores, his jet black a mess on his forehead, he was it was gorgeous even if he was asleep, 'no fair' you chuckled and bend down as best as you could, kissed his forehead and walked into the bathroom and got ready for work, it had been a year since that, and it wasn't bad being married to the rock star, sure he had his moments, but he treated you well and you have grown to even love the man. Though you could go without the bursts of anger and possessiveness, it was worse when your ex came around which happened more often than not, he works at the same school you did, and now that you think about Elvis acted more than an alpha than you did sometimes, You yawned as stretched your arms, it was lunch time so the little pups went to the cafeteria. you were about to reach for your lunch when a knock on your classroom door made you sharply inhale, feeling irritation enter your system you took a calm breath then smiled "Come in." you spoke calmly and your husband strutted in with a small smile "How're my girls?" Elvis asked taking off his famous shades and hooking them on his belt "We're doing alright." your smile turned genuine "What are you doing here?" you asked as he leaned against your desk, looking at you with the same loving and devoted look in his eyes when never he looked at you, his smile tugged into a smirk at your question, his orbs was overcome with lust. "I came to check on you and the babies. God..you smell so good."

'Oh' you thought as heat rushed into your body, it had got clearer, the closer you got into your pregnancy, you hungered for sex more, and seeing the predatory lust-driven glint didn't help, you could feel the Alpha purr inside of you, she was pleased, happy to have such a doting omega to take care of her and your needs. Elvis rushed to sweep everything off your desk and helped you upon it, lips locked in a passionate kiss as you slowly leaned down onto the light brown desk, Elvis's fingers hooked onto your underwear and slide them off from under your sundress, your core already slick ready to take your omega he fumbled with unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants, letting out small whimpers of want. "Shh it's okay omega, your Alpha is here" you purred, eyes blew out as he slowly slid into your pussy despite everything in him wanting to slam into you, his thrusts were slow but precise at first, trying so hard to be gentle, in control but it was slipping as he pounded faster, the poor old desk creaked under the pressure. The classroom echoes your lewd moans and the arousing sound of skin smacking against the skin, and your wet pussy taking a beating.

You whined as Elvis whispered sweet nothing, his pubic bone smacking against your clit, your eyes drifted into the small rectangle window of your classroom door, a set of brown tearful orbs looked back at yours; your ex Joseph a hurt expression plastered on his face but you couldn't find it in you to care while you were being fucked dumb, you grabbed Elvis's face and pulled him into a kiss of swirling tongues, your hips bucking upwards to your husbands hammering, the band in your stomach coming closer to snapping a sharp thrust had you coming, you left out a satisfied sigh as he finished inside. Your eyes looked to the window once again, Joseph was gone and a tiny feeling of guilt wash over you.

Elvis helped you down, helped cleaned up, and organize your desk, he stayed with you for the rest of your break, and the room was filled with laughter and talking. He left as the bell ranged not before leaving with a kiss and that was the last time he really spend time with you.

You were on your 9th month and at home, Elvis and you had agreed you were too close to your due date to work, so you just cooked and cleaned around the house. He was as always at his Studio, hanging out and recording songs with the Memphis Mafia when he got home he would just kiss you on the lips and Lisa Marie on her cheeks before doing his own thing. Today you decided to clean some of the rooms downstairs, you just finished one and were heading to the other when something catch your eye, the door that was normally locked was open just a slit, like a cat that was killed by curiosity, you completely open the door and a set of stairs lead down into the poorly lit room. You grip the metal rails as you take cautious steps can you pause once you smell stench so horrible like something was rotting? You watched as your feet bit the bottom step and when you finally looked up a gasp of pure horror left you. Dried blood splattered everywhere, bits and pieces of Flesh ran across the floors and walls as if an animal ripped apart its prey not caring where the pieces landed, and a ripped leg enters your vision, your eyes traced up, and what you saw would haunt you as bile rises up your throat. A man's body slumps against the back wall, his left arm cut off, and laying beside his thigh, his jaw hangs open, some teeth missing and his other leg gone, what you assume it was the bits of rotting flesh scattered around. A familiar scent entered your nose beneath the rotting corpse, Seabreeze vanilla, and coconut... Joseph. A chill climbed its way up your spine and tears build up in your orbs then another scent enters your nose and your blood runs ice cold.

"Tsk, such a bad alpha." a voice mocked you in the Stillness of this horror, your head snaps up at the top of the stairs, and your 'innocent' husband looks down at you coldly, eyes glowing blue as he leans against the doorframe

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talesfromawannabejournalist · 2 days

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For you @mayjor-lochardt as a little treat just the fact that you came up with this amazing AU, and also the way Raphael is described reminds me so much of Gaston. Hope you like it enjoy!

Raphael: As you probably know, the reason for your creation was to help populate the Earth.

Adam: Uh, it has been mentioned to me once or twice before.

Raphael: Good, because I have very good news for you indeed. One that will I'm sure have you screaming to the Heaven's in thanks. For they were the ones who helped arrange it.

Adam: Arrange what exactly?

Raphael grabs Adam and pulls him into his arms harshly. Adam looks up at the archangel's face to see a cocky smirk on his lips. and eyes that held an emotion Adam just couldn't describe. However, he knew it wasn't a positive one.

Raphael: Our marriage my dear you are to be the mother of humanity.

Adam's face falls

Adam: Oh no

Raphael: I think you mean, oh yes! You've been dreaming, just one dream, nearly all your life, hoping scheming just one dream, will you be a wife! Will you be some Alpha's property?

Raphael twirls Adam unexpectedly in a form of dance as he dips him. Causing Adam to become dizzy. Raphael then forces Adam to move along in a form of a slow dance.

Raphael: Good news, that Alpha is me! This equation Omega plus Alpha doesn't help just you! On occasion, if possible, Omega's have their uses too! Mainly to extend the family tree! Baby you're going to expand with me!

Adam felt himself go green.

Raphael: You'll be raising Alphas with pride.

Adam: Inconceivable

Raphael: each will be eight feet five.

Adam: Unbelievable

Raphael: every one of them is stuffed with my best genes!

Adam: I'm not hearing this!

Raphael: You'll always be by my side!

Adam: Just incredible

Raphael: I'll make sure that your belly is always full!

Raphael stops their awkward dance and Adam breathes a sigh of relief until Raph's hands begin to wander. Adam felt like he was ready to puke up his lunch when Raphael started to rub his flat stomach. Adam just stays quiet as Raphael continues.

Raphael: just picture it, Adam, a beautiful mansion up in Heaven, my latest awards for all my achievements placed in a nice sunroom. I sit by the fireplace as my wife who is pregnant with our forty-seventh litter massages my aching feet, while our little ones are playing on the floor. And we will have many, many, many little one's all over the place.

Adam felt vomit rise to his throat, but he managed to swallow it back down.

Adam: heh imagine that.

Raphael: I can see that we make the greatest pair as history will define! Not unlike my eyes!

Raphael turned Adam to face him and gives the omega a serious hard look.

Raphael: You are face-to-face with your destiny! All roads lead to this! The best thing for you is me! Escape me? there's no way! For you are Mr. Raphael!

Raphael lets go of Adam but before the poor human-turned-angel can run away Raphael begins to advance toward him and uses his wings to keep him caged. Adam keeps backing away until his bare back hits the bark of a tree. Raphael slams both his arms on either side of Adam making him trapped. As Adam's fear-filled eyes stare into Raphael's he finally knows what to call the emotion that is clear as day, lust, and pride. Because Adam knows that all he is to Raph is a prize and the archangel is about to collect his prize. He needed a plan to escape and quick.

Raphael: So, what do you say Mr. Raphael? Ready to begin your duties?

He says with a smirk licking his lips before puckering them up and inching them toward Adam with closed eye lids.

Adam: I'm very sorry Raphael, but I just don't deserve you.

Raphael: Who does? Now pucker up and spread those legs wide for AHHHH!!!

Raph yelled when he was pushed away by a strong gust of wind. He lost his balance and fell off the hill he and Adam were on and landed on a large mud puddle. Adam stood with a proud smirk of his own golden wings outstretched as turned and flew away from the Alpha calling back to him one more time

Adam: But hey thanks for asking Raph!

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📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Rated: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1862

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, nobility/royalty au, alternate history, dom/sub elements, beta bucky, hurt/comfort, age gap (18/29), domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, wedding night, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

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4. A Late Morning Wedding

This Chapter: After their vows, Steve takes Bucky's arms gently, fitting first one band of metal and then the other over his wrists and clicking them shut. They’re weighty, just like the ownership they represent.

It’s a late morning wedding.

Bucky’s family hasn’t ever attended services with any regularity, so they convene at Steve’s Catholic church to give their vows.

Bucky is, strangely, not very nervous.. Once he’d gotten dressed that morning and allowed the attendants to pin a flower to his jacket lapel in the church’s side room, he’d kind of stopped thinking. It doesn’t seem real, that he’s about to walk down an aisle and give his life over to a man he hardly knows.

Steve’s beta father pops his head in through the door and gives Bucky a small smile. Bucky tries to give something back, since Mr. Rogers seems like a nice guy, quiet and kind. Bucky nods at him when he asks if he’s ready to go, and takes his arm when he offers it.

Steve’s church is large. The fifty or so guests that’ve come only fill the first few rows of pews. Bucky stiffens his spine and steadfastly avoids meeting anyone’s gaze. He especially doesn’t look at his mother. Not because of spite, but rather because he’s not sure what he’d do if he saw her face right now. Probably cry.

Reaching Steve at the altar, Bucky is reminded that Steve is a good few inches taller than him. He’s handsome in his suit, Bucky can’t help but think. He’s a very attractive man, and if this were under different circumstances, Bucky might be pining over him.

Only, it’s their wedding, which isn’t something Bucky had planned for himself. Not at this stage in his life. He gulps and takes Steve’s hand when he offers it, listening to the priest’s words as he starts speaking.

Steve seems … not tense, per se, but stiff somehow. His eyes keep flicking over to Bucky every so often, and soon enough Bucky realizes that Steve’s trying to make sure he’s doing alright, without being obvious about it. Bucky stiffens his jaw, trying to appear as collected as Steve does. He doesn’t want the alpha to think he’s some stupid kid who can’t handle this. Bucky doesn’t need his sympathy.

When it’s time for them to say their vows, the priest has them turn to face each other. Steve holds both of Bucky’s hands and recites, “I, Steven Grant Rogers, do take you, James Buchanan Barnes, to be my husband and Beta. I promise to honor and protect you, to guide our household and care for our family. Going forward, I accept the responsibility of Headship to our union. I promise to share my life with you and, god-willing, the third to our marriage.”

Bucky gulps, his palms feeling sweaty where they rest in Steve’s. He repeats the vows that the priest lays out for him, glad that it’s done sentence by sentence, because he honestly doesn’t think he could manage to remember it all at once. “I, James Buchanan Barnes, do take you, Steven Grant Rogers, to be my husband and Alpha. I promise to honor and obey you, to nourish our household and care for our family. Going forward …” Bucky’s throat feels tight. He has to take a breath before he can make himself utter the last words. “Going forward, I accept your authority as Headship to our union. I promise to share my life with you and, god willing, the third to our marriage.”

It feels like a huge weight is lifted from on top of his lungs, once the words are said. Air rushes back in, but it’s not a relief, it just means he can breathe again. Bucky blinks at Steve, taking in the way he looks satisfied, if not altogether joyous. The priest is talking, droning on about the sanctity of marriage and other things. He ushers the altar boy forward with the ring and wristbands. Bucky watches with a sense of disbelief as Steve takes his arms gently, fitting first one band of metal and then the other over his wrists and clicking them shut. They fit, at least. They’re about the only thing in this situation that does. Then Bucky gets nudged by the altar boy, who’s looking at him impatiently, Steve’s ring held out. “Oh.” Bucky takes it, turning back to Steve. He’s looking at Bucky patiently, waiting for him to slide it onto his finger. Bucky takes a deep breath and does so.

Steve smiles kindly at him, once it’s done, and he squeezes their hands together. The priest starts saying things in Latin and moving his hands around, and then he’s pronouncing Bucky and Steve as husbands, saying they’re married and that Steve can kiss him. Bucky freezes on the spot, not having thought ahead to this part. Steve comes in and holds Bucky at the waist, one hand curling behind his neck as he dips in, kissing him before Bucky can freak out any further. He’s gentle about it, his mouth warm but brief on Bucky’s own. Bucky doesn’t have time to decide if he likes it or not before Steve is pulling back and everyone in the pews is standing up and clapping. Organ music that’s too grand for just their little gathering starts up, and Steve takes Bucky’s hand to guide him back down the aisle.

They’re married.

Mercifully, nobody tries to throw a grand reception to celebrate. Bucky thinks he would explode if he had to sit in a room full of people congratulating him on his blessed marriage for three hours straight.

Instead, Steve’s fathers have Winnie and Bucky’s sisters over for dinner and drinks, a few close friends of each of their families attending as well. House Romanov is there, so Bucky gets to see Natasha, and House Wilson attends as well. Senator Wilson’s son, Sam, is apparently Steve’s best friend.

Bucky watches the two of them talking on the other side of the ornate drawing room. Every once in a while, either Steve or Sam’s eyes will flit over to him as they talk, which is what lets Bucky know they’re most definitely talking about him.

He tries to ignore Steve in favor of eyeing all the grand frescoes that decorate the ceiling, and the old fabric wallpaper that lines the high walls. Both of their families are High Society, but House Rogers is clearly wealthier than House Barnes. The mansion they’re in makes that plain enough. Steve had grown up here, Bucky thinks absentmindedly. Strange, since he in no way acts pretentious. Even his parents don’t.

Bucky’s sitting on one of the parlor’s silk couches, Natasha at his side. “God, James,” she scolds. “I would’ve thought he was hideous, from the way you were complaining. Look at him! He’s textbook.”

Bucky grunts, sipping some of his wine. It’s his third glass and he has no concrete plans of stopping. Already, he can feel his body buzzing, a little numb but a little giddy too. He’s at least relaxed enough that he can sit with Natasha and stare at his new husband across the room without being constantly flustered. “Yeah,” he agrees. “He’s handsome.”

“He’s one of the youngest in the senate right now,” Natasha tells him. “I've heard good things."

"What things?"

Bucky's thinking of his character, but Natasha starts listing off several bills that the alpha has apparently co-sponsored. "—and pushing for all sorts of reforms.”

Bucky shrugs. He’s never paid too much attention to politics. A good thing, too, since he won’t inherit his father’s seat now, anyhow. Years of study would’ve been a waste of time. “That’s great Natasha,” he says, making his lack of interest clear. “I just need to get drunk enough to go to bed with him tonight.”

Natasha gives him a look. “You don’t always have the best ideas,” she says.

“Hmph.” Bucky sips more wine. “Sure.” His eyes flick over to where his mother is chatting with Steve’s fathers:

“Oh no,” she’s saying with a sigh. “We never did find our omega, I’m afraid. It’s always been just the two of us. But it’s been a happy household. Well ... until recently.” She looks away, embarrassed. “Obviously.” The Rogers start trying to console her about the obvious ruin of her house.

Bucky only endures about two minutes of listening to that before he stands from the couch and excuses himself from Natasha’s company. He finds his way into the kitchen, where a few servants are arranging things on platters, ostensibly to bring out and serve to the guests. They look alarmed at seeing Bucky in their domain and ask him if he needs anything. “No,” he says, walking towards the counter and pouring himself some more wine from an opened bottle. The wine comes out white, mixing with the red that’s already in his glass. Bucky huffs at the mistake but doesn’t stop pouring until he’s got the glass mostly full. He nods at the staring servants and makes his way out of the kitchen and into the hall. Everyone’s still convened in the parlor, but Bucky really doesn’t want to go back in there. He sips his drink, considering if he might snoop around Steve’s parents' house. His eyes roam the fancy ceiling, which in that part of the hallway is a rich, carved mahogany.

“Bucky.”

He startles, attention shooting from the ceiling down to Steve, who’s appeared in the hall. He’s holding his hand out for Buck. “Come on,” he says. “Our parents want to make a toast before we retire.”

Bucky’s lips part. “Retire?” he repeats dumbly.

Steve’s eyes soften and he nods, coming forward to draw him along. “Yeah, come on. How many of these have you had?” His fingers approach Bucky’s wine glass and Bucky yanks it out of reach.

“Not that many,” he says, grumpy. “I’m allowed.”

Steve seems to consider him for a long moment, but then he nods and doesn’t press the issue any farther. He moves Bucky along into the parlor. “Yes, you are. None after this, though,” he says, putting some of the command of an alpha’s Voice behind it.

Bucky stiffens, never having been on the receiving end of Steve’s Voice. “No?” he asks, desperately wanting to do something to prove that he can have as much wine as he wants, that Steve isn’t the boss of him. But the dark metal bands around his wrists are evidence against that. They’re hidden by his shirt sleeves, but Bucky is well-aware of them against his skin. They’re weighty, just like the ownership they represent. “Maybe I’ll still have another glass, though,” Bucky mumbles mutinously, just loud enough for Steve to hear.

Steve steers them back into the parlor without taking the bait, and then he announces that the evening is finally coming to a close and he and his new husband must retire. One of Bucky’s sisters starts giggling madly and Bucky sees his mother glare at her, and then both of Steve’s parents are making a toast, wishing them happiness, good luck, and lots of children.

Bucky blushes mightily at that, feeling like it’s awful presumptive that they’ll find their omega anytime soon, or that they’ll start having babies with him (or her) right away. Bucky still feels like a kid, himself. He manages to meet both of his in-laws' eyes as Steve bids them good night. “Thank you,” Bucky mumbles. He accepts hugs from them and from his mother, and then Steve guides him out of the room and they both go upstairs.

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dreamymoonpearl · 7 months

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What we do for love

Jason Lannister was dead.

A tragic accident for an alpha in his 40's and a sad loss for his alpha-wife Aemma Targaryen, they had only been married for four years and to the sadness of the Lannisters along with the Hightowers there were no children, many murmured that it was the punishment of the mother for forcing the she-alpha Aemma to marry a man who was not even compatible with her.

The poor woman only followed the orders of her mother (grandfather) to please the beta and leave her “deviant” preferences that kept her from continuing the good path of the seven, so she kept quiet and did her duty for four years. Is this how the gods paid Aemma?

Alicent was pinching her cuticles, the funeral is beautiful and everyone is there, especially many noble families and their alpha son´s, her daughter was sitting in the front line beautifully dressed and with a poker face expression, the veil marked her thin face without a trace of tears and just accepting everyone's condolences with a nod, she looked away at his father, Otto Hightower speaking discreetly with Vaemon Velaryon...he was doing it again.

His daughter's husband had only been dead for four days and from the second day her father was already looking for a new husband/ally for Aemma (him), but why wasn't Alicent surprised? He was just waiting for Viserys Targaryen to die, so Aegon would take full command of the company and all his assets, it didn't matter that he had to use his own grandchildren, he had already done it with his only daughter.

What difference did it make to use her children as exchangeable currencies?

At least she hopes that Aemma could enjoy her freedom for a whole year in her mourning, breathe easily unlike her, who seemed that Viserys would not die soon, if Alicent died before the alpha she did not care anymore, it would make no difference.

But at the same time the female beta wanted to make sure that she left her children happy and in good marriages, at least with Aemma and Daeron, she had already ruined the lives of Aegon and Helaena by forcing them to marry. Having to force her first little girl to give birth to babies...quickly all that happened to background when the brown hair omega, Lucerys Velaryon, approached the alpha who seemed to light up and even shared more than five words with him.

He was holding her hands and Aemma was stroking her white hand with her thumb, she looked calm and radiant with him in front of her.

“Aemma”, she called calmly, as if she had not almost run to separate them, “we must continue, let's go, the hearse is waiting for us… Lucerys”, greeted politely to the omega who gave her a soft smile and a nod with a low Mrs. Alicent.

"Yes, thank you Lucerys, I hope...", Aemma looked at her nephew and left the words hanging in the air, the beta raised an eyebrow, were they secreting talking in front of her?

“I will do it aunt, thank you, I will leave you both alone and I won't take any more of your time.”

Quickly Lucerys turned around and went to his family who were in a group talking among themselves and several nobles who supported Rhaenyra as heir, Alicent frowned. She didn’t like that at all.

“What did that omega say to you?”, with the hearse in front of the dark limousine that mother and daughter boarded to have privacy and finally talk alone, the beta expressed her confusion.

“Jason wanted to invest with the Velaryons, but they always rejected him, Corlys Velaryon told him it wasn't worth it, I'm doing this for the sake of my family..." the silver hair woman replied calmly, looking out the tinted window, “if it's still my family for the next month…”

"Dear"

"It´s fine mother, I understand, I'll have to accept what he's going to do", she still didn't look at her and Alicent felt like she was dying, her daughter knew what her grandfather was up to and knew that her mother wouldn't protect her again, “only if he can”.

Before Alicent could ask what she meant the hearse stopped, it was time, they had to give Jason Lannister a proper burial and her daughter had to do something that no wife should do, that no wife should see or feel, losing her husband in such a short time and be left alone, unprotected in that horrible world.

The funeral was beautiful, great words of consolation from the Lannister family, twin brother and widow, there were many truly crying and others hypocritically, the farewells were prolonged by each guest, and she found herself searching for her daughter in the large crowd without success, ten minutes had passed, and she couldn't see her tall daughter's hair adorned by the veil anywhere.

“Maybe she left”, Aegon say drunken, a glass of wine in his hand and he was swaying a little, “or she must be hidden so that no one sees her, you know how Aemma is, she doesn't like to be seen crying”.

"She wouldn't leave. It's her husband's funeral and it would be disrespectful!" she yelled at her son as she walked away from the crowd, desperate to find her, "you're right, she must be devastated and doesn’t want anyone to see her like that, help me find her”.

With a snort, her eldest son followed her to find the alpha widow that only the seven would know where she was hidden so that they would not see her in such a terrible state.

Muffled moans and the lascivious sound of two mouths colliding with each other were the only things that could be heard in the limousine, gloved hands caressing the naked body in front of her in desperation, after all they didn't have much time and at any moment they would be interrupted, it would be a great scandal that the she-alpha no longer cared about, in that moment.

“Auntie, please”, with a string of saliva joining their tongues, big brown eyes looked at her, “I'm so wet”.

“You are, I can smell you”.

“Aemma, please”, pushing her a little to raise his legs on the seat and show in all his splendor his pussy that was dripping slick, all red from the torture that the alpha gave him with her fingers minutes before, “I need your cock”.

��Aren't you a needy slut spreading your legs for a widow at her husband's funeral?, bad Lucy”, slapping the pussy in front of her and making the omega squeal with pleasure, Aemma crouched down and knelt on the ground upholstery of the limousine, "we can't, not now at least, but I can eat this delicious cunt, will you explain to your mother, our family and all the guests what an omega does by offering himself to a poor alpha devastated by the death of her alpha?"

“Yes, yes, yes I will”, he spoke desperately pushing his hips, Aemma smiled and kissed his swollen clit superficially, “AEMMA!”

“Shhh…they will hear us”, with one hand she opened his lips and felt her dick begin to grow in her dress as the entrance opened and closed, desperate to feel full, “don't grab me by my hair, I won't be able to fix it, and everyone will know what we did”.

She didn't give him time to respond and stuck out her tongue to lick his pussy from bottom to top, stopping at the clit to pull it gently with her teeth. Lucerys moaned loudly and clung to the seat following her aunt's orders, quick with her soft hand his aunt covered his mouth, a muffled scream came from the omega's throat as he felt the she-alpha suck hard on his red bud.

"I told you to be quiet, understand?", using her alpha voice, she made Lucerys become self-conscious and nod slowly, she withdrew her hand, spitting at his entrance inserting two fingers and the brunette quickly covered his mouth, moving his hips looking for more contact, offering himself before her, opening his legs impossibly wider, “good omega, tomorrow you can have my knot and mark, would you like that?”

Crystal-clear eyes with tears of pleasure answered what the omega wanted to say, his eyes shouting a clear yes, fuck me alpha made her return to her task of torturing her nephew's sweet cunny, her inner alpha howled with happiness for finally having her omega at her side and savoring his delicious slick, her tongue melted into his inner walls and her nose collided with his clitoris, caressing it, she felt the omega's body tremble from the pleasure he felt.

She also felt her erection throb desperately, four years of sexual frustration of having to tolerate the kisses, caresses, and knot of an alpha like Jason Lannister took their toll, she felt like she would come at any moment, she squeezed her legs trying to please herself. She couldn't fuck her nephew, she wouldn't stop until she destroyed Lucerys' tight pussy, she wouldn't stop until she was satisfied with the sexual frustration that she had carried throughout her marriage, she wished so much that she didn't care what everyone thinks of her and she didn't plan on risk Lucerys, now that she finally had him where she wanted him.

This time her grandfather would not interfere in her plans, not with a soon pregnant omega, when the funeral was over and both went to her home she would fuck him in the mouth, in his tight pussy and ass until dawn, she would knot him as much as she wanted, would make him fat with her pup and mark him, but for now, she would be happy with just using her mouth to please Lucerys.

“AEMMA! Where you been?!”, the beta woman strode over to her daughter, looked her up and down, “Are you okay?”

The alpha had her hair perfectly combed, but her dress was wrinkled, and her face was a mess, her eye makeup was smeared, and she wasn't wearing her red lipstick, her eyes were even a little red.

“No, my husband is dead, how am I going to be okay?”, she licked her lips, avoiding looking at her, “is done, I'm going home, please say goodbye to everyone for me, I feel bad”.

“I'm going with you, Aegon go to your grand-”

“I want to be alone, mother”, she interrupted her dryly, Alicent looked at her daughter in surprise, “before I have to get married again”.

“Aemma…”, trying to hug her and being cruelly rejected again, her hands were trembled, “tomorrow I'll go see you, I'll bring you something to eat”.

“I think you know what I trying to say, mother, I want to be alone for a few days”, she murmured annoyed, her older brother opened his eyes surprised by the attitude of the apple of his mother's eye, “I'll call you if I need anything or if I feel alone, thank you”.

Still without looking at her, she called the driver and headed to the parking lot that was far from the chapel and the pantheon, alpha and beta watched the silver hair widow walk away and get in limo when the man opened the door for her, the older woman knew that this was what she deserved, she let her father use her children like her, she let them be victims of Otto Hightower and she never lifted a finger, if her daughter did not want to see her for now, she would understand, she would give her daughter the peace she couldn't have a single minute of her life when she was 16 and pregnant.

She can only pray for her daughter and secretly hope that she will run away, like her young self-had planned so many times when Aegon was born, taking her baby, and fleeing away from the clutches of her husband and father. Now it was just an old dream, and she hoped her daughter could forgive her, like she still tried to do with her father.

English is not my first language, RESPECTFUL comments are accepted

#lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #fem!aemond #alpha aemma Targaryen #omega lucerys

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🩷 Lightning Strikes The Heart by @fournipplesau, @justalarryblog (E, 130k)

Shrewsbury, 1814

Dearest reader, I present to you your new bulletin of news regarding Shrewsbury citizen's activities. My name is Lady Merriweather and I will be in charge of the updates. I will make sure you are to know all the important details of what is to happen this season. You must know that you do not know who I am and you never shall. But be forewarned; I certainly do know you. I advise you to be on your best behaviour, lest you want the whole town to be privy of your business.

As expected every year, the Lockhart House hosts the season’s opening ball, and its invitation is the motive of the hustle in town, and every family hopes for the invitation. This year is no different, but this year everyone's attention is focused on the new Duke of Montgomery, His Grace Harry Edward Styles, and whether he will attend it.

All the omegas will be in their best manner, behaviour and clothes as it is expected. And here, dear reader is where we will find out which young omega might succeed at securing a match, hoping to not become a spinster.

Place your bets.

🩷 The Murmur of Yearning by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics (M, 93k)

Four years ago, Harry Styles was forced into a marriage of convenience to enrich and ally both his and his promised's families. The sudden, and slightly suspicious, death of the Marquess of Haxshire, however, brings great disturbance to Crescentfield Hall and, as his late's husband's closest male relative, Harry unexpectedly finds himself the head of a family he never felt he belonged to. Between a meddling distant cousin hellbent on inserting himself in Harry’s life, his wicked and mistrustful mother-in-law and his late husband’s advisors refusing to help or take him seriously, Harry struggles in the fight to keep what he’s earned and make the Estate finally feel like home.

Luckily, he doesn’t stand completely alone and finds himself an unlikely ally in Mr Tomlinson, the elusive Land Stewart who has been taking care of the property in the shadows for years. Louis Tomlinson is caring, patient, and unlike everyone else, he doesn’t seem to think Harry committed a murder.

🩷 Ace of Spades by @allwaswell16 (E, 78k)

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic.

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🩷 Mead Of Poetry by MyEnglishRose / @lwtisloved (E, 65k)

Enters Charlotte Tomlinson, the diamond of the first water of the upcoming season and seemingly the perfect candidate to the viscount’s plan, but her omega brother, Louis, is in Harry’s way. Louis only seeks to protect his sister and he sure is not going to let a rake play with her heart.

Or. A Regency A/B/O AU loosely inspired by the second book of the Bridgerton series, "The Viscount Who Loved Me".

🩷 Lend Me Your Hand by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird (M, 63k)

Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They're just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station.

Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles' younger brother.

Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn't need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

🩷 For the Sake of Propriety by panda_bear21 (M, 52k)

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his h eart.

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Harry doesn’t know what is true and what isn’t. He only knows that the older brother of one of his best friends is back in town to stay, and that time has taken him from merely the most beautiful man Harry knew, to the most handsome man to ever walk the earth. A man whose gaze probably still skips over Harry like he doesn’t exist the same way it did when they were young.

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Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

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Ever since Harry was forced to break off an engagement five years ago, he resolved to never marry for the remainder of his life. Now his family must move out of his beloved Kellynch Hall to recover some of their debts that their father had accumulated. The last thing Harry expected was for the new tenants to be related to his former fiancee. And for that fiancee to come back to Somersetshire a much more wealthy man that still holds resentment for their past. A Persuasion AU.

🩷 Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou (M, 34k)

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

🩷 he was sunshine, i was midnight rain by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (E, 30k)

Harry let out a dry laugh. “It’s awkward, Louis. What can I say?”

“It doesn’t have to be. You and I are no longer engaged.”

“No,” Harry shook his head sadly. “You’re engaged to Jane. She’s pretty. How did you meet?”

Louis sighed softly, leaning back against his chair. “My parents introduced me. Father’s getting old. They wanted me to be married and step up for the family and our estate.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “And this was recent?”

This time, it was Louis that looked exasperated. “Does it matter? This was what you wanted, right?”

“I don’t —” Harry stopped short, wondering what he could say. He didn’t want this, but he did give it up. He had no right to argue right now. “I want you to be happy.”

or two years ago, Harry left Louis on their wedding day to follow his dreams of becoming an artist. When he returns, in hopes of reconciling, he finds he may be too late.

🩷 Manners and Misjudgements by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (E, 21k)

“Everyone you mention the Duke to raves about him, just like you are defending him now. But no one looks behind the façade he so ably maintains to deceive you all.”

Liam sighs deeply. “You sound like a crazy man right now, Louis.”

“I will prove to you who the Duke really is, just wait.”

or, the one where Harry is the Duke everyone loves, but Louis thinks he's too nice and decides he's going to figure out what the Duke is hiding. Spoiler: nothing, he's just nice and perhaps a bit clumsy.

🩷 I'm Weaker Without You by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea (T, 20k)

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

🩷 Something Wicked This Way Comes by @mugglemirror (E, 16k)

They say one can resist everything but temptation. The desire that leads to the passionate pursuit of climax that has built and broken empires. So what was stopping Harry from giving in to the temptation of Louis Tomlinson?

Or A regency murder mystery au where Louis is married to an earl and Harry is a detective. Hatchets are buried but not everyone is as they seem.

🩷 Trust Me Tonight by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt (E, 10k)

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

🩷 Curves of your lips rewrite history by @lunarheslwt (E, 8k)

“Kneel.” The prince obliged like a puppet whose strings had been cut, dropping to his knees in one fluid motion. With his bowed back, compliant silence, and eyes that lowered respectfully; he was a perfect picture of submission and trust. He deserved to be captured by Michelangelo, right at this moment, but alas, Louis found himself to be possessive of pretty things. And Harry was, by far, his most ethereal and dear possession. Made sweeter only because he allowed himself to be. “Grace becomes you, when you submit to me,” Louis finally crooned, a ghost of a caress across a delicate cheek sparking goosebumps, “your Highness.” And if Louis were a less attentive man, he would’ve missed the quiet gasp that the title weaved with a taunt coaxed out. A smile curled across his lips. So easy to please, for someone who had everything his heart desired at his fingertips.

Or, everyone bows to Prince Harry, but in the privacy of his four walls, the one he is bowing and kneeling for is his knight, Sir Louis.

🩷 I Think I Dreamed You Into Life by patdkitten / @babyarcanacasey (T, 5k)

Louis is a writer in the modern times, focusing primarily on regency novels. In his latest novel, earl's son Harry Styles is his hero, but Louis can't seem to find just the right person for Harry to fall in love with. When Louis falls asleep in front of his laptop, things get a little odd: he wakes up inside the world of his book.

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I found this in my drafts. I don't know if y'all remember, but I have an au around here somewhere where omega Penelope makes up a fake suitor to avoid being engaged to alpha Phillip, something they both want to avoid. Phillip is the only one she tells her suitor is fake but to the surprise of both if them the person Penelope has been writing to wasn't her penpal Eloise but instead her brother, the very real alpha Colin Bridgerton. It was probably my first omegaverse idea for Bridgerton.

"I must confess, Mr. Bridgerton, I did not believe you to be real," Penelope said the next day.

The couple was promardeing around Hyde Park. After the initial awkward first meeting, which Penelope played off as being tired from the long journey, the couple had arranged to meet up the next day.

Phillip was playing as their chaperone. Following them at a distance. Penelope was grateful her mother allowed this as Phillip was probably the only one she felt comfortable doing so.

"Rereading your letters over the past week, I have to say I am not surprised," Colin replied. "Though it was nice to write to someone and not worry about proprietary."

Penelope giggled. "Yes it was."

The two stopped, alpha and omega staring at one another.

"So what are we to do now?" Penelope asked.

"Nothing I told you in our letters was false. I was serious about our courting when you came to London," Colin said. "Meeting you in person has not changed that. If you will have me, I would like to make our courtship official with the possibility of marriage."

Penelope nodded. If Colin was like he was in his letters, then she could imagine a marriage between them. And if not, then Penelope will still be okay. Her earnings from her novels was more than enough to keep her comfortable, and she'll always have Phillip's friendship too.

"Yes Mr. Bridgerton, I accept your courship."

Colin smiled, lifting Penelope's hand he placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "I shall call on you soon then, and by then I want you to call me Colin."

With that, Colin handed Penelope back to Phillip. The two then making their way back to Featherington House.

"So all went well?" Phillip asked. "It seems like it did from where I was standing."

Penelope laughed, giving her oldest friend a slight shove. "As well as one would expect when they learn their fake caller is real. We plan to give courtship an actual try now. Now we must find you a lovely lady to call upon!"

"Unfortunately that might be a little harder-" Phillip cut himself off. Sniffing the air his eyes glazed over. "Lonicera periclymenum. . ."

"Pip?" Penelope shook her friends arm. Sniffing the air, she could smell honeysuckle but nothing really out of the ordinary. "Pip? Phillip!"

Phillip shook his head. "I'm sorry Pen, what?"

Penelope looked over the alpha. She hasn't seen that glazed over look in a while. "Are you alright?"

Before Phillip could respond, Penelope found herself being tackled by a fellow omega. This omega smiled of honeysuckle and had the same chestnut hair as Penelope's suitor.

"Oh Pen! I can't believe I finally get to meet you in person!" The omega excitedly said.

Penelope blinked. "Eloise?"

The omega nodded.

Eloise Bridgerton, Penelope's pen pal, and sister to Penelope's new suitor.

"When Mama said you and Colin were going to promenade in the park I knew I had to rush over!"

Penelope nodded, Eloise was just as chatty in real life as she was in her letters. As the two girls talked the red haired omega noticed the looks Eloise would sneak over to Phillip. She also noticed the slight blush on Phillip's cheeks.

Interesting. Penelope may be getting a ne idea, maybe she'll end up writing another Lady Whistledown novel on it.

#bridgerton #polin #philoise #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #true mates au #besties phillip and penelope

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A thought for Puritianverse: Naive newlywed Daniel is shocked when his Alpha husband puts his mouth and tongue on his rosebud. Drinks him up. But Terry simply says that “an Omega’s slick is protein, healthy, and good for for their Alpha, and little one, don’t you want your new husband to spend as many years with you as he can?” Not to mention: an Omega’s pussy-juice tastes delicious to their Alpha, and Daniel’s especially so. Terry can’t get enough of the taste, catered for him, it seems. And doesn’t that pretty cunt look even lovelier when throbbing and wet? Like a little red cherry topped with thick cream.

To be fair, Daniel didn’t have many friends outside of the few older, extremely pious omegas, and they made it seem like relations with your alpha were not only a duty that was most unpleasant, but also something you must simply endure.

One flat out told Daniel they hated the nights their alpha would visit to insist on their husbandly rights and that the only good thing about being with pup was it meant those visits wouldn’t happen for another nine months. Other said they would Just lie there and do their duty, calling it a necessary evil, and that for Daniel’s sake, they hoped his, “alpha will be quick and you will not have to endure it for long.”

So when the day comes he is both excited, wanting nothing more than to be married, and full of dread. Although he wants pups, wants many, the how of it worries him.

The ceremony is lovely though, and Daniel is surprised that all the things he had shyly asked for were there - down to the last detail.

The alpha had left the planning up to his assistant, Margaret, but had insisted on Daniel’s input, as it was, “your day, sweetheart,” more-so than Terry’s, as it was the wedding night the alpha was looking Forward to.

Margaret was a lovely woman who had a beautiful wedding planned. Daniel could not find one thing he did not love, and when he had asked exactly what is was he could have, she had looked at him stating, “anything you want.”

“I have no dowry,” he responded, and she had looked at him over the rim of the glasses, asking if that was ever a problem.

He was already in his new clothes, bought and paid for by the alpha.

The promise ring, pure platinum, with Terry Silver (A) etched on it, sits, worn on a thin finger ever since finding out he was to be Terry Silver’s omega, upon reaching mating age.

His ma was there, at the ceremony, and Mr. Miyagi, who Terry said Daniel would still be able to see after their marriage. His ma would even be able to come help with their first pup, and the many others that Terry had already told him he planned to bless Daniel with.

While excited for pups, he dreaded about what needed to be done to achieve them: receiving his alpha.

The day passes, too quickly, for Daniel knows what looms on the horizon once everyone has gone and all that remains is his duty to his new husband.

Their wedding night and marital bed.

He is dressed in night shirt, down to his knees, which while the proper length for him, the sheerness of the fabric is not.

He is lead into the room, where he is left, but it’s not for long.

His husband, resplendent in red robes, comes in moments after.

“I …. I am ready,” Daniel says, nearly blurting it out, but he’s stiff as a board.

“Well,” Terry laughs, taken aback, so much so he stops half way in the room, “not like that.”

Daniel looks to the floor, and a gentle hand under his chin is lifting his head moments later so he is looking directly at the alpha.

“And what is it, exactly, that you are you ready for my little one?”

“To do my duty sir, as your omega,” blushing as he explains, even though he still doesn’t know exactly what that means.

“Your duty,” Terry muses.

“Yes sir,” Daniel answers, mistaking it for a question, “upon our marital bed:”

“Ahhh those duties,” Terry winks, playing along. “Well, It won’t be pleasant for anyone if you don’t relax.”

“I …. I don’t think it’s supposed to be alpha.”

There is a large spread laid on a table by the bed, fruits and nuts, cream and honey, wine and spirits covering it.

Terry takes a sip of his drink.

“I don’t think there is any pleasure in it, but it must be done. It is necessary for pups, somehow,” he scrunches his nose, thoughtful.

“Yes, somehow,” Terry agrees, trying not to laugh. It would be more funny, if the little omega were not so clearly terrified.

He sits on the bed, but the little omega remains rooted where he stands. Terry does not bid him over though, not yet.

“So I shall do my duty.” Daniel finishes; resolved to his fate. That this is something he must do to be a good mate for his alpha and be blessed with a pup. As the older ones told him, if he is lucky it takes tonight and he will have at minimum, nine months freedom from his alpha requesting his husbandly rights.

The glass stops midway to his mouth.

“Well, that certainly puts me in the mood.” Terry mutters.

First thing is first. Terry will find Daniel younger omega friends, instead of the ones feeding him this nonsense.

Second thing, the little omega needs to relax. He looks like he might faint at any moment. Like Terry is going to ravage him raw, which, although that will undoubtedly happen, the little omega does not realize this will be a good thing.

“Mood?” Daniel asks.

“I’ll explain later.”

He hands Daniel a glass.

“I … spirits are not proper,” he balks, delicately sniffing the drink.

“Drink,” Terry commands. “It will help.”

Still, Daniel hesitates, and Terry knows how to deal with his little pious one already.

He tsks. “Already not obeying your alpha …”

Daniel takes a big gulp, not expecting the burn, and he coughs, his face red, his alpha rubbing his back, patting it gently.

“Something else perhaps. I think something more mild in taste …. sweeter maybe.” Although he’s talking more to himself than Daniel.

He surveys the table from where he sits on the bed. “I do not think any of these will be to your liking. I have a proclivity toward harder spirits.”

He stands, going to the door, he opens it, and one of the handmaidens who readied Daniel for his husband appears.

Instructions are whispered and she bows, “of course, my Lord.”

Terry stands, arms crossed, watching his little treasure.

There is a knock at the door and he takes the tray, laid down with several glass decanters, and she bows before closing the door, shooting a smile at Daniel first.

Patting the bed, the omega sits, taking the wine stem between long fingers. He’s more cautious now, taking a small sip.

“You like this one?”

It tastes of strawberries on a summer day, and instead of answering he drinks this down, trying for every last drop, although Terry is quick to refill it.

That is downed too, and already his head feels light, his shoulders loose. He thinks he can feel his blood. It’s all very pleasant.

Terry regards him. “Well save the next one for a little bit later, I think.”

Terry dares to sit now, next to Daniel on their bed.

He shivers when his side touches the alpha’s.

“Are you cold?”

The fire is roaring, his little omega was not to be cold or uncomfortable in any way, even his night shirt is the finest fabric, the softest fabric for the softest skin.

Nothing was too good for his mate, and the omega who will bear his line.

Daniel shakes his head. He’s nervous but his omega parts are also acting funny, a slight tingling which happens whenever Lord Silver is close. Not realizing yet it’s arousal or that Terry can scent that it is.

“You need not be frightened, little one. Not of me. I shall never cause you harm, not by my hand. I should cut it off first.”

Wide brown eyes stare at him, as Terry takes his hand kissing it, each individual finger.

“I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time. You know that don’t you.”

“I do.” He had been presented to Terry years prior, upon first presenting as an omega.

Even if his ma had wanted to keep it a secret, the news had travelled to Lord Silver’s court.

It was well known that Lord Silver had been looking for a suitable omega for years, but given the rarity of male omegas, and the fact that he leaned towards males, it had been illusive.

Although Daniel would not be of age for several years, Terry had made him his betrothed then and there.

Property of the alpha.

All Daniel cared about was that his ma and Mr. Miyagi would be taken care of.

There had been dates, after the announcement, that Lord Silver had found the omega who would bear his line, but they were heavily chaperoned.

“I will be a worthy alpha, I promise you that. I shall provide for you and our pups, but you have to be a good omega for me.”

“Of course sir!” he says, absolutely indigent at the implication he would be anything else. “I had top marks in all my omega lessons …” They were required once he knew he was to be the mate of a Lord.

He puts up a hand and Daniel falls silent.

Oh he’s going to have his hands full, Terry thinks.

He chose well; his omega is nothing short of perfect.

“What do you think will happen tonight?”

Daniel looks at his lap.

Terry tips his face up once again with a gentle but firm hand under his chin.

“Look at your alpha when he talks to you,” but here’s no real heat or admonishment there.

“I’m …. I’m not quite sure alpha sir, I …”

Terry forgot how these pious ones were.

“You know nothing of how an alpha actually loves their omega do you?”

He bites his lip.

“Of what those duties on the marital bed you speak of are?”

“If this displeases you, I am sorry, but it’s not proper for an omega …”

“Hardly,” Terry says. While he was expecting some naivety, Daniel seemed to be exceptionally so.

“I know am to lie on this bed sir, and open my legs to receive you.”

Terry’s turn to cough on his drink, and Daniel to hit his back.

“Do you know what that means - to receive me?”

He shakes his head.

“Just that I won’t like it but it’s necessary for pups … so I shall endeavour to do my duty.”

He sips his drink, a smile upon his lips this time.

“Perhaps I shall show you first. How wrong that assumption is.”

Daniel does, in fact, end up on their bed, his legs open wide, with his alpha settled between them.

The night shirt is still on but it’s pushed up to his waist, exposing him to his alpha.

A finger tracing along the little slit on perfect display for his husband.

“Do you know who what this is?” He asks, careful not to touch as he reaches the top of the omega’s precious mound.

“My rosebud, sir. “

It’s been a while since Terry has heard such an archaic term, but at least the boy knows that much, although Terry doubts he knows what it’s for or what it does.

He has to admit though the term is quite fitting for the omega’s cute little clit.

“Have you even touched your rosebud? Late at night, alone in your bed?”

“Of course not,” he says, scandalized at the very notion he would do such a thing! “No proper omega would sir … tis a sin … only your husband is allowed to touch your special omega place.”

Terry can work with that.

Well then ….. gentle fingers spread his seam, opening those folds to the tiny little hole within that it hides.

Fingers gently press the hood back, exposing the little rosebud for what it is: tiny, pink, and perfect, not unlike the omega’s hole just below it.

He lets the hood cover it again. The alpha starts with one finger, gently rubbing up and down the sides.

Small circles to start, the lightest pressure, which causes the little omega to gasp, responsive to his alpha’s touch.

The little omega cries out, trying to close his legs, not that they’re allowed to be closed for long.

His special parts are tingling in an alarming way. He knows anything that feels this good is a sin. There is no way it isn’t.

The alpha opens them back up, finger dipping in to collect the copious slick already gathering, using it to rubs over the sensitive little nub now, the little omega whimpering.

“Does it feel good?”

“It … it throbs alpha… deep inside.”

“I’ll make that feel better.”

Drawing back, he uses his middle finger to gently tap and the little omega arches up, panting.

Back to up and down his seam, pad of his thumb rubbing up and down the omega’s now engorged clit, emerging itself from under the protective hood.

Terry leans down, and Daniel wonders what he’s doing and then …..

His husband’s mouth is on his rosebud, and his tongue is gently flicking over it, licking at lapping at it.

His cunt aches in fierce need. But this can’t be proper, his alpha’s mouth on him in such a way.

“No, alpha .. sir ….”

“No?” Terry says, sitting back on his heels, observing the little omega. The flushed skin, wet cunt, tiny pink pearl poking out, the blush high on his chest, the brown nipples, stiff against the sheer fabric, made hard with arousal. Terry will get his mouth on those next. When he’s inside the little omega.

“I ….” He starts, unsure of how to explain it, that although it was the best thing he’s ever felt, there is no way that one small (sinful) lick alone has not condemned him to hell.

“I thought you said your alpha was allowed.”

“Not for their husband to put their mouth …” he can’t even finish it, it’s too scandalous to even think of such a think let alone speak it out loud.

“Your husband isn’t Supposed to what? Not put their mouth on their omega’s pretty little Pearl?” Terry asks, having fun now.

The little omega’s face burns at his husband’s crude words, now that he knows what they mean.

“You belong to me do you not?”

“Of course, sir.”

“So does this - your rosebud - not belong to me as well? To do with as I please?”

“But an omega is only supposed to receive their husband, sir. I thought ….”

You also thought it would unpleasant he thinks and that is the exact opposite of unpleasant. Shamefully, he wishes his husband would do it again. Just thinking of it makes him squeeze himself inside.

“How do you know this is not how you receive me?”

“But … that can’t be how a blessing is placed inside,” he says. Can it? He thinks.

“No,” Terry agrees, “but it pleases me, and that is your job is it not? To satisfy your alpha.”

“Of course.”

“To do as your alpha wishes and commands?”

“Of course.”

“Good then. So open your legs and let me eat that pretty pussy some more. Until I’ve had my fill.”

Terry wraps a hand around his ankles, pushing his legs back and out so he’s completely open and exposed to the alpha’s hungry gaze. What a delectable and tasty sight, a perfect morsel to feast upon, and Terry is thankfully famished.

“But…. You will have me receive you, won’t you? A blessing is needed, sir,” Daniel says, and so very wanted, he thinks.

“Of course, you will never be neglected in that regard, believe me, and I will give you pups, many in fact, but letting your alpha touch you here,” he flicks the aroused clit with his fingers, “taste you here,” a quick kitten kiss to the encouraged rosebud, “also helps your body do what it needs to receive your alpha, baby.”

“How?” He asks shakily.

Terry swipes a finger gathering the slick, bringing it to his mouth, groaning at the taste.

“You see how wet having your rosebud touched and tasted makes you?”

He blushes. The way the alpha is saying it, he knows it must be dirty.

“Is that …. is that a good thing? Being wet for you?”

“A very, very good thing, sweetheart.” Terry’s cock is rock hard and wants inside, baldy, but his mouth waters to be on the little omega, addicted already after such a small taste. He needs to have him proper, feel his mate come against his mouth, to drink it down.

More slick is gathered and tasted, the alpha savouring it like a fine wine. He plans to dine himself full until satiated.

“It’s how we’ll get a blessings inside you.”

Daniel notices then, a bulge in the alpha’s pants that, while it was there earlier and visible, it had not been so pronounced.

His legs fall open, and Terry dives back in, eating out the little omega who squirms and moans from his husband’s passion.

“You taste so good.”

Daniel is sure he’s making the wet noises sound more obscene.

His husband pleasures him, a large hand splaying out on his tummy.

Chest heaving, Daniel looks at the ceiling, clutching the end of his nightshirt, the other fisting his husband’s hair, and it’s probably a tad too tight but the alpha moans and Daniel can feel the vibrations against his omegan hole.

His hips are wanton things, not under his control as he pushes his cunt into the alpha’s face, which only seems to sper the husband on more.

Lapping at the slick, blowing on the little bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking.

His thighs close around the alpha’s head, as he comes, thighs shaking, screaming his release. There is no way everyone in the household did not hear that.

He doesn’t stop - lapping at the never ending slick. Tongue flicking against the sensitive omegan clit, thick fingers keeping the hood back, so he can lick over the nub, erect from arousal, over and over, the omega squirming and trembling.

A finger breeches him, shallow, as the alpha is aware of the precious maidenhead just inside. It won’t last the night but it will be his cock that has that honor.

His thumb rubs at the red little rosebud, wet from slick and Terry’s saliva, clearly pulsing and throbbing, while two fingers carefully fuck into the omega’s virgin hole.

This time, his thighs shake, minute first then more pronouced, and he’s whining, that feeling from moments earlier, mounting again, but sharper and more violent. Before it rolled over him but now it crashes, violent and force, and the wetness practically explodes out of him.

“That’s it come for your alpha. Cover me,” he growls, and a small bit more squirts out at the roughness of the alpha’s voice. His feels his omega place clench and quiver, himself shaking from the intensity.

Terry is licking his hand clean, and Daniel thinks he blacks out, coming to upon hearing the alpha say.

“You see. Nothing unpleasant.”

There’s a ringing in his ears.

The alpha stands naked now, although he is careful for the little omega not to see his cock, hard and straining for release inside his mate’s virgin body.

The wine, the orgasms, it will all help as his alpha gathers the abundant slick, coating his cock before placing it at his entrance.

He takes one last look at the omega’s undefiled cunt.

As good as it looks now, tiny and oh so tight, Terry can’t wait to see what it looks like when he’s done.

It may be perfect now but when the alpha is done it will be a masterpiece, fucked open and leaking his seed.

“Relax for me now.”

The cock breeches him, and his eyes widen.

“This is how you receive your husband,” Terry says, voice tight as he takes the omega’s purity, the gift saved and freely offered to him.

Slight resistance but with only a few inches to go, Terry snaps his hips and his walls are forced open up by the rest of his husband’s cock pushing all the way inside.

Little mewls and whimpers, Terry reaching up to rub at those tormenting little nubs as the omega adjusts to his husband inside him in such a way.

The little omega likes that, pussy clenching tight around Terry as he rubs at the omega’s hard nipples; small but sensitive little things that they are turning out to be, much to Terry’s delight. His little mate is going to scream once he gets his mouth on them.

He can’t wait for them to soften and plump up for their pups.

“This is how I put a pup inside you,” Terry groans as he starts to move, withdrawing few inches before pushing back in, more rocking inside than real thrusting.

A thumb back on his rosebud, to distract from the discomfort of being filled for the first time.

“Fill your cunt, your womb,” he places a hand on Daniel’s belly, bulging from his cock, “with my seed.”

Daniel’s eyes roll back, the feeling more intense now that he has something inside him, something to come around, walls bearing down on the cock as he comes, squeezing the orgasm out of the alpha.

He comes and comes and comes around the cock deep inside, it feels like he doesn’t stop, milking the seed out and into his womb where it belongs.

“That’s it …. Squeeze me nice and tight.”

Terry’s balls draw up, hips rutting in as deep as they can, as he fills the omega with another load.

Not sure how many he pumps inside, when he finally feels done, only then does he pull out and he was right. Taking in the absolutely debauched omega, he is a masterpiece - painted with love by Terry’s hand.

They lie there, Terry’s hand resting on his omega mound.

“That was your first seeding.”

First of many Terry thinks.

Terry plans to give him a few days for his body to recover. He will be sore. That is to be expected no matter how gentle Terry was or how ready his body was to accept his husband and his seed - and it was ready, but a few days reprieve from Daniel fulfilling his duties in this manner will allow Terry to introduce the little omega to other husbandly rights he will be claiming that Daniel will be expected to perform. Terry will have his mouth, of course, and at some point his ass.

“While I desire a blessing sir I hope it is not for a little while.”

“Why?” The alpha is genuinely surprised at this. The little omega had been elated when Terry told him that he planned to not only bless him as many times as possible but as soon as possible.

“So I can receive you like that many times,” he sighs.

Terry’s turn to be the one with no knowledge to which the little omega speaks.

“Receiving an alpha is only for being given a blessing sir.”

Terry lies there, shocked expression on his face.

If the little omega thinks Terry is going to be deprived of him in any way for nine months … be deprived of watching his body grow and change as the babe grows inside him especially ….

Well, they’ll cross that bridge when they get there he thinks.

Given Daniel’s naivety, it won’t be something he has to deal with for awhile.

If the little omega is not already with child from that session - it won’t be long before he is, and Terry doubts Daniel will know when that actually happens.

Until then his little mate will happily spread for Terry in hopes of both more pleasure such as what he just experienced and, of course, a pup.

Many pups. He will be bred good and often. He takes to it so well du knows he will take to Pregnancy just as well if not better.

It’s what he was made for.

For now he can feel his cock stirring again, and, as long as the little omega is high on his orgasms, Terry rolls Daniel to his knees, mounting him like that.

Now is as good a time as any to show him the proper breeding position.

He’ll be in it enough, after all.

#ask #i got an ask!#I need a puritan verse #cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso

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mrsarnasdelicious · 3 months

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 3

Summary: Nick discovers you, and wants to save you

Pairings: August Walker X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Nick pours himself a glass of scotch. Looking over the cubes of ice, he thinks about adding one, but he welcomes the harsh burn of the amber liquid. It had been a rough day. These Omegas were a mess. None wanted to perform anymore. They were becoming harder to control, and just once, he wanted them to do their fucking job.

Hearing a knock on his door, he groans, but lets them know that it is in fact open. “Your meal you requested, Mr. Fowler.”

“Mmm,” he responds to his least favorite Omega. Peggy was always stirring some shit up. Always into too much of the business.

“The senator is making his first appearance tonight. Apparently he’s found him a pretty little Omega who is all too proud about her need to wait until marriage.”

Nick looks up at her annoyed. Taking another slow sip of the alcohol, “Do you have a point?”

“Word on the street she’s not a virgin. Just a virgin to Alphas. Imagine what a Omega who has never taken a knot would be worth? There’s a few Beta playboys who have been digging around needing information about the famous Royal Pony. Might entice them, and one of such high standing. She’s all over the news, articles of what a good girl she is are printed daily.”

Nick turns around and glares at the haggard Omega, “She’ll be on the news tonight,” Peggy smirks before taking her leave.

“Meddlesome bitch,” Nick groans before taking a bite of his food. He runs his fingers through his hair, giving the brunette locks a slight tug, before grabbing the remote. Clicking on the evening news while he eats.

It’s true, an unmated and un-knotted Omega would be a great commodity to the Pony, but he needed to see what all the fuss was. Tonight was supposed to be the official outing for you and the senator as an engaged couple. While he was making his rounds for a re-election, you were hitting all the news outlets about true love, and your decision to wait.

He rolls his eyes, figuring that he had indeed had you, that this was all for show. There was no way an Alpha of such high regard would actually wait. But then he sees you walking around his pool house with the interviewer. Showing them your current home, and how you couldn’t wait to be married and give him all the pups he should want.

Your eyes shine as you show them your life. With every praising quote they recited from your fiancé, you preen with excitement. Speaking only of your fiancé in the highest regard. You were stunning. The perfect Omega. With enough reserve to leave him wanting more, but you had pride in your relationship.

“Shall we bring out the fiancé?” the reporter asks. Most wouldn’t notice it, but Nick did. A millisecond of fear flashes in your eyes. “Mr. Walker,” and even the young boy steps back as the menacing figure of August Walker walks into your temporary home.

He should be ashamed of himself, keeping you out alone in the pool house. His beefy arm wraps around you immediately, and he pulls you in close to him. His head, tilting to the side to peer down at you. To some this would be a sign of sweetness. Thinking he was giving you a quick peck, but Nick catches it. He whispers into your ear, and your eyes flash quickly for only a second. He was commanding you.

Your smile bright, when you beam up at him, giving his belly a quick scratch before settling your hand on his lower stomach. He was so much larger than you in frame and thickness. Seemingly the perfect Alpha, but there was a darkness that lingered in the air with him. Nick couldn’t put his hand on it.

“There are none quite like her,” August gives your side a quick squeeze before you nod, smiling up at him for the praise. “She’s going to be the perfect wife. And while I know some may think this is a bit extreme,” a squeeze onto your side makes you look back up at him with so much love on your face, fake love. “We’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”

August’s jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth. The Alpha was usually guarded and secretive of his life. Why was this so different? Everything about this interview seemed off. With a quick search of his polls, Nick understood why. No one compared to him. “The extreme playboy has found his perfect Omega.”

And you were. You played the part well. Giggling and smiling up at him, and your hand never stopped holding onto his stomach. “Now if you would excuse us, we do have a wedding to plan.”

“Of course. You saw them here first, with their first official outing as an engaged couple.”

Nick clicks through your photos online with him, and you are obedient. He saw that submissive pose more than once. Nothing of your early childhood existed. It was like you were plucked out of nowhere, and built just for August.

He had prided himself on doing some deep dives on the internet, and had been known to hack into a few high profile’s people’s phones. Letting them know just how they could find them an Omega, especially with Betas. Getting into August’s phone proved to be a bit difficult. But he managed, and you were no virgin. Albeit, he didn’t have a single photo of you taking his knot.

The photos were an Alpha’s dream. Every single one had you in the most vulnerable and submissive state, and then there was the photo that caused Nick to want you. Meeting August was no accident. He’d heard of places like that. And no doubt August had found him an Omega perfect for him. Nick had to save you. You deserved more than to be used as his kink. What would happen once the new wore off? He was doing you a favor.

August had invited this plan by sticking you away from his main house. Tucked away from him. Left to go through your heats alone, while he kept pictures of your pained face at the loss of him for his personal spank bank. People like him disgust Nick. He will find you. And he will save you. And if he could get over his issues with being mated, he would adore you. Treat you like the princess you were. If only.

Throughout the weeks, Nick followed your painfully obvious social media posts. Your perfection only added to August’s appeal. People adored you, adored your mystery, and your innocence. He’s sure that someone behind the scenes had to have your files scrubbed, and infuriated him to not know where you came from. It was easier to take Omegas that trusted him. He just had to make things up as he went.

Standing outside your private small house, still on the grounds, but the security was lacking. Nick spotted every camera. Waiting outside to see August walk out after he had his evening with you. His anger elevates more everyday. He should have just claimed you. It would have made what Nick was about to do harder. August would be able to feel your distress, instead he was leaving you in a puddle begging for more.

“Let me do what I’m designed to do,” you whine as you follow him out the door. “Alpha, please!” you were needy, and he wondered what August’s end goal was with not claiming you now was.

“Now that is enough. Return to your bed. I left you a little present. You’ve done so well today, Omega,” before he spins on his heels leaving you sniffling. Walking into your bedroom, it’s pitiful that you get excited about his button up shirt from today. Slipping it on your body, and snuggling into it. Wishing that it was August.

It was now or never. He slips in through the cameras’ blind spot, and you were so spent and lonely, you actually thought it was him. “Alpha, you came back,” running up to him, but you back away the moment you scent him. “You’re not Auggie.”

“No, I’m here to rescue you. Do you know what he’s doing to you?”

“He loves me,” your lower lip trembles, and you search around your empty room. Wrapping your arms tight around yourself, and taking a deep scent of August’s smell. “He’ll have you killed.”

“If he finds me. He won’t. Aren’t you tired of him playing with you? Getting all these photos and videos of barely giving you him, before he’s stomping away? You know he’s playing with some other Omega in his house don’t you.”

“He wouldn’t,” you shake your head, stepping back further from him. “H-h-he’s got plans for us.”

“Yeah, box office plans. Using a live feed of your wedding night to help pay for his campaign. August is full of dirty money, even you know that. He’s been using you for a long time hasn’t he Omega? You’re such a sweet one. He targeted you. I want to offer you an out. Let you be the sweet Omega you were taught to be,” he knew. You look up at him, thinking that he knew everything that you had been through. What your father had made you endure. “What is it that you want?”

“Can I see Frank again?”

“Sure,” he answers quickly, but you don’t even care. That was enough of a confirmation for you.

“August won’t find me?”

“He’ll never find you where I’m taking you,” he holds up his gloved hand, waiting. You look around your room before grabbing it. “There’s a good girl. We’ve got a long night ahead of us. If you keep quiet, I’ll let you cuddle with me tonight. I know you’re exhausted. You just want someone to love you, don’t you?” you nod your head, inhaling his intoxicating musk with the tiniest bit of iris, making your head spin. “Mmm, is that pear I detect?” he asks wafting your scent.

“Yeah,” you smile, looking away from him. Nick was entranced, it took very little to embarrass you.

“Alright, beautiful Pear Blossom. You ready to join me?” you nod your head, and he points to some clothes, turning around to give you privacy, but you’re still keeping August’s shirt. Anything to see him.

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roswellsmokingwoman · 5 months

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(Aziraphale x Crowley) - Need and Necessity Chapter 2

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“You’re in a rotten mood,” Anathema begins. “Has he been horrible to you?”

“I fear this was a mistake,” Crowley confesses. “My parents told me was the only alpha born to his parents, and his father passed away many years ago. I should have known he married only to secure his fortune. And I happened to be the only omega his mother agreed was fit to wed his son.”

“Only yesterday you didn’t desire marriage. I was surprised when you didn't run, but this could be good.” Anathema squeezes Crowley’s hand, smiling gently. “You have freedom in such an arrangement.”

“That I do, though he’s avoided any conversation pertaining to our arrangement .” A bitter edge catches Crowley’s words. Normally he would be more guarded, though when speaking with Anathema it seems he can never avoid his true feelings. “Yesterday, my father permitted me to run on the condition that I would entertain the thought of marrying Mr. Fell. I could run so long as I walked down the aisle. And then, if I decided to run, he would not have stopped me.”

“I see,” Anathema exhales. Some aspects of Mr. Fell had captured Crowley’s attention, enough for him to pursue the marriage. She hums as she thinks, and they turn the corner and find themselves in a section of hedges. Crowley leans over to one, finds a brown leaf, and plucks it out with disdain. “Are you smitten?” she dares to ask.

“I might loathe him,” Crowley responds. “A scent or a face have little to do with one’s countenance. He is impersonal and uncaring,” Crowley laughs churlishly, plucking another brown leaf from the hedge and tossing it in front of him. “I don’t know how we will spend a month in this damned place together.”

Anathema tugs him away from the bushes, considering Crowley’s words before landing on a particular turn of phrase. “His scent and face?”

“Why else would I have gone through with this sham?” Crowley sits down on a bench and looks out at the gray sky, clouds forming overhead. “I was not myself in the chapel. I became a simple and unthinking thing. Off my head on an alpha’s scent–it’s not my fault. I was deceived. I should have run…”

Anathema sits beside him and Crowley rests his head on her shoulder. “And you believe Mr. Fell does not share your affections?”

“I have no affection for Mr. Fell,” Crowley protests. “He finds me repulsive. He insisted we have separate rooms. Now he avoids me all day. And I should be happier for it. At least I don’t have to look upon someone so terrible and act as if I can tolerate the man.”

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #ao3 #fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale loves crowley #good omens fic #good omens fandom #gomens #crowly x aziraphale #regency au #alpha beta omega #a/b/o dynamics #mutual pining #strangers to lovers

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Omegaverse - Chapter 1

Pairing : OT8 x Reader Genre : Omegaverse Warnings : Eventual 18+ content, angst, not everyone is nice Word count : ~2k

You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock, groaning as you don't want to get up but the constant noise forces you to move your body to turn it off. Your body is sore, probably from sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

You drag yourself out of bed and head to your private bathroom to wash your body and face, hoping to calm the soreness. You can smell breakfast coming from the kitchen and you realize it's your close friend and roommate, Anna.

You quickly get dressed and head to the kitchen, where you're greeted by a plate of bacon prepared by your friend.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she says with a wave, indicating for you to eat.

You yawn, "Hey...you're up early today."

She laughs and turns back to her breakfast. You finish your breakfast quickly. "You have a 10 AM appointment for your new job, remember?"

Your eyes widen, your new job! You had completely forgotten! Yes, you had become a receptionist for a very popular company that's been on the rise in the market.

The company's name? "Stray Kids Corporation"

A company started by a very talented young man from nothing. And very handsome and popular in the marriage market and around you.

You change into a more formal outfit, as your current one is not suitable for the position you'll be taking. You put on a black two-piece suit with gold accessories and take the time to put on a little makeup, as per the company's rules.

Finally, you grab your purse and head towards the front door, slipping on your heels to complete your look.

A whistle sounds in your ears. "Not bad at all, I love it, it suits you very well. Maybe with that, you'll finally find a man," teases Anna with a thumb up.

You roll your eyes, "Thanks, and I'm here to work, not to chase men," you say with a big smile, making your friend laugh as she pushes you out of the apartment.

"Come on, go, you'll be late. And don't get fired on your first day!!! I won't be able to help you find another job after!" she screams as you walk away towards the elevator, rolling your eyes as you press the button for the ground floor.

Anxiety builds up a little as you start fidgeting with your fingers, an old habit you picked up as a child that you still can't shake. The elevator doors open and you step out, taking a deep breath and making your way to the Stray Kids Corporation building.

About twenty minutes later, you arrived at the building, finally. In front of you stood a tall building, 30 floors, you estimated at first glance. Large windows were everywhere and luxurious automatic doors were waiting for you to pass through.

You were very intimidated and headed towards them, finally entering the building. There was gold everywhere, they must be really rich, you thought to yourself.

A woman approached you, she was tall and had long black hair.

"Mrs. Y/N?" she asked with a questioning look.

You smiled at her, "Yes, that's me." You showed her your ID card, proving your identity.

"Oh no no!" she quickly placed her hand on yours holding the ID card before bowing slightly "No need Ms. I already know who you are. Can you follow me? I will show you your post," she indicated with her hand towards the elevator before heading there.

You followed her towards the elevator, which took you to the 37th floor.

"Please excuse my rudeness, my name is Julie and I am Mr. Bang's secretary," she says with a smile.

You were surprised, why was the founder's secretary the one who greeted you?

Your curiosity got the best of you and you couldn't help but ask with a half-smile, still fidgeting with your fingers

She gave you a reassuring look "Don't worry Mrs. Y/N, it's just formalities, we have to verify that you are a Beta, not an Omega," she replied.

Your eyebrow raised in confusion, why wouldn't Omegas be allowed here and Betas would be okay? What about Alphas?

Julie understood your questions with just a glance but didn't answer, which only increased your doubts about the situation.

You followed her into a dimly lit room with a table and two chairs on either side.

With a gesture of her hand, you sit on the chair she indicated, in complete silence with only the sound of the chair creaking when your bottom sits on it.

"Good. Now I'll leave you to wait for a moment, Mr. Bang's right-hand man will arrive soon to explain your tasks and the contract signing." She said with a big smile, in a serious tone.

She left the room, leaving you alone for a moment with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Time passed and after about twenty minutes, the door finally opened. You quickly stand and bow, quickly realizing that it was the famous right-hand man.

The man adjusted his suit jacket as he looked at you, before offering his hand for a handshake, which you quickly took. You took the opportunity to observe him, his face expressionless, black hair, tall and imposing. You noticed that he looked like he worked out, judging by how strong he looked.

His hand was rough against yours, another sign that he did indeed work out, his gaze pierced through you and you were hypnotized by his beauty.

"Good morning, Mrs. Y/N. I am Mr. Lee and I welcome you to our company. He said with a slight smile, having clearly seen you leering at his body.

You blushed, pulling your hand away quickly and trying to hide your face.

A smell came to your nostrils, it smelled good. Was it coming from him? Was he an... Alpha? It wouldn't have been surprising, to see his body, his presence was suffocating. You felt that he was capable of devouring you if he wanted to.

You were the prey and he was the hunter. A shiver went through you at the idea of being dominated, which excited you slightly.

What's wrong with you? I'm not going to drool over the first man I see here, am I? Who do I think I am? You say to yourself, slapping yourself in the face to get these twisted ideas out of your head.

You looked up, you hadn't noticed that you were sitting on the chair he had indicated, too deep in thought to pay attention. He was now sitting on the other chair, on the other side of the table.

His gaze was cold with a false smile and he handed you a paper. Your employment contracts. "Please read and sign.” He said, placing a pen next to it.

You quickly read the contract before signing it and turning it back to him, he took the paper and signed it back with a satisfied look on his face when the formalities were over.

He got up and you followed him out of the room.

Suddenly, when you saw Julie, you remembered what she had told you earlier.

"Um... Mr. Lee, can I ask you a question?" You asked as you waddled over, playing with your fingers again.

The man turned around, fixing his gaze on yours in a way you couldn't escape. "I'm listening Y/N."

"Well, I was told earlier that I had to be verified as a Beta. Is there a problem with me being one?"

He smiled, a nice cold smile that, despite the situation was reassuring. "Ah. That. If you must know, our president, Mr. Bang is an Alpha and does not wish to be bothered by the smell of these frail little things that might disturb him in his work." he explained.

You were surprised, Omega's were really frowned upon everywhere, even by the Alphas.

"Are you an Alpha sir?” You stammered, his scent coming back to your nostrils as he approached you and grabbed your chin rather roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes as they scanned your face.

"Maybe so. But I don't think it's any of your business Miss Y/N." He replied, releasing your chin and walking away. He ordered, glancing at the colleague who was a few steps away from you both in the corridor, pretending not to have heard or seen anything of the discussion you had.

He took you to a large open space, where there were dozens of people working on their tasks. He showed you to your station, a small desk with a computer and a telephone.

"Your main tasks will be to answer the phone, make appointments, and manage emails. You will also be in charge of welcoming clients and partners of the company," he tells you, explaining the details of your job.

You listened carefully, nodding to show you understood. He also gave you a guide to using the different IT tools and a map to find your way around the building.

You felt a little lost, but excited to get to know this new company and its employees. He then let you familiarise yourself with it all and said he would come back later to check that everything was going well.

So, you set to work, answering calls, making appointments, and dealing with emails. The hours passed and before you knew it, it was already time for lunch.

You got up from your desk and headed to the break room, where you met some of your new colleagues. They were all very nice and made you feel welcome. You chatted with them during the lunch break and got to know them a little better.

Your eyes were drawn to a man, probably older than you. His name was Lee Felix. You learned that he works in the same open space as you, but on the opposite side. "His freckles are very pretty," you thought, which drew a look from your colleague, who obviously noticed that you weren't listening.

After the lunch break, you went back to work, feeling more comfortable in your new environment. The hours passed quickly and before you knew it, it was already time to go home.

You were exhausted but happy, your first day at work had gone well. You promised yourself that you would continue to work hard to succeed in this company and to make a good impression on your colleagues and your boss.

On your way home, you were greeted by Anna, who was excitedly waiting in the kitchen. You found her preparing dinner when she turned to you. "How was your first day?”

You told her about your day as you took off your coat and shoes.

Anna tilted her head, looking at you curiously. "What about the colleagues? Are they nice? Did any of them catch your eye?

You choked up at her last question "Hey, I already told you this morning that I'm not interested in office romances!" you scowled at her "And my colleagues are nice, they were really helpful with me and gave me lots of advice to help me adapt to the company.”

You go to the bathroom to take a shower to wash the stress away.

"I'm making food, it's almost ready, ok?!" You hear Anna shouting from the kitchen which makes you smile. The neighbors don't like it when she screams and always lets you know by banging their brooms against the walls.

After taking a relaxing shower, you chat while you finish preparing dinner and sit down to eat. After dinner, you head to your room to relax a bit before going to bed.

You turn on your essential oil diffuser and crawl under the covers of your comfortable bed. You pick up your favorite book and read a few pages before replaying the events of the day.

A glimmer of hope lights up in your heart, secretly hoping that you will see your boss and Felix again. Would you have a crush on these two very different men?

You fell asleep peacefully that night without knowing that a certain Alpha was thinking about you.

A/N : Hello ! This is the first chapter of my serie Omegaverse ! I’m still debuting and I’m trying to do my best to write to please you.

Tell me if you like it! I take any advices to improve my writing !

Also don’t forget that English isn’t my first language so... they might be some errors in my writing... That’s it! Bye! <3

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For the Anon who asked for fic recs where Charles and Erik are getting/are already divorced; here's a list of my favorites. Note that there are mostly aus on this list as I took your request to mean marriage-divorce not beach divorce :D

Here's the previous rec list on Cherik stories re: proposals/getting married.

Ode to Divorce by GQD, Synekdokee

They were both present at the courthouse, seated at separate desks as they listened to the judge grant them divorce.

When the Spell Breaks – kianspo

Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik’s boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he’s been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn’t believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

if only you could read my mind by jackgyeoms

Charles blurted “I want a divorce” and Erik blinked.

the things you love don't last by faerie_ground

Charles Xavier's marriage crumbles around him. He can do nothing but watch.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven (the things you love don't last remix) by hllfire

Charles hands Erik the signed divorce papers, but Erik has changed his mind. Too late, it seems. All he can do is go forward with the divorce. A year later, Charles comes back, and Erik can't help but wanting to see him. The only problem is things don't go like Erik had planned.

we never needed forever by softforsummers (orphan_account)

Seven months after Charles decided being married to Erik was too painful they run into each other at a bar. The smart thing to do would be to leave, run away before their encounter can reopen wounds that have barely begun to start healing. But neither of them have ever been particularly good at resisting the pull of their emotions. Maybe that's why when things fell apart Erik watched Charles walk away.

And So It Is by firstlightofeos

If you believe in love at first sight, look a little closer.

A story about chance meetings, instant connections, and casual betrayals between four strangers who have one thing in common: each other.

[An X-Men: First Class Closer AU.]

tabula rasa (the We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven remix) by isthiswhatiam

Charles and Erik's relationship had ended in a messy divorce over a year ago. When Charles comes back to New York after spending a whole year in London, he expects to feel nothing when he sees Erik again. What he doesn't expect is to find out just how wrong he is.

Lean On Me by SpiritsFlame

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik split up, dividing their six kids between them. None of them expect them to meet at summer camp. And no one could have predicted the results.

Note: Not exactly about divorce as they were never married, but they adopted children together - The Parent Trap au :D

Survival and Moving On by Anon on the Kinkmeme [Cherik, M, A/O, Abduction, Violence, Dubcon]

Prompt: Omega!Charles is a brilliant geneticist dedicated to a life of learning and teaching. Alpha!Erik is a revolutionary sworn to protect mutants at all costs. They meet, fall in love, and imprint. For a while, things are all rainbows and sunshine. However, Charles and Erik are two very different people. They care about the same thing (mutant rights, etc) but approach it almost from the opposite end of the other. Eventually things fall apart. They separate while Erik goes off to found his Mutant Brotherhood and Charles settle into the life of a scientist-teacher. But they’re still imprinted partners and it’s a bond that’s only broken with death. Epitaph (On Hold) and Mr. Lehnsherr is ill today, both by a_q [Cherik, M, A/O]

Written for kink meme prompt bringing up the idea how alpha/omega pair might function after a separation, if the heat was only manageable with the fixed mate.

Lonesome On the Shelf by ikeracity

After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they're barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it's going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him.

A fic about rekindling marriage.

Note: Not exactly about divorce, but a marriage that's failing.

Lost and then Found by Gerec

Erik Lehnsherr is a detective in the NYPD, happily married for four years to Charles Xavier, Professor of Genetics at Columbia University. At least that's what he thinks when he wakes up in a hospital bed, arm broken and head swathed in bandages, his mother Edie holding his hand. A lot of things happened that he doesn't remember...the most important being the fact that he's no longer married to Charles.

Note: And one by yours truly!

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #divorce

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