#Alpha & Omega

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WOTN: Wild Sign by Patricia Briggs

Wild Sign: A Tale of Vengeance and Magic It’s time for us to sit down and talk about Wild Sign. Wild Sign is the sixth novel in Patricia Briggs’ Alpha & Omega series. It spun off from the Mercy Thompson series – a beloved werewolf and urban fantasy series. It’s hard to believe that Anna and Charles’ story has been going on for so long and that they keep finding themselves in the center of all…

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Montagsgedicht: Kathrin Schmidt

Alpha & Omega | Manuela Mordhorst | 70x70cm | 2012 | Acryl, Bergkristalle, Blattgold | SOLD mitotisch in der mitte treibt es mich auseinander, schnürt einen gürtel, teilt mich in nabelhöhe, macht die gewohnten vermehrungsrelikte entbehrlich. der zungenschlinge entrutscht auch das übliche zähneklappern, das nun an der wand seinen klang sucht, während die körperfragmente noch zueinander drängen.…

[atthequillsmercy]

Lenni Reviews: "Megumi & Tsugumi" Vol. 4, by Mitsuru Si

(Image Source) *This book was given to me in exchange for an honest review and is rated 18+ After Tsugumi is nearly bitten on the nape by Inami, who lied about being a beta, Megumi is determined to keep his mate safe by getting formally married and claiming Tsugumi’s nape for himself. The biggest hurdle is Megumi’s father who does not want his son messing with omegas. There is also a side story…

[dirtyvulture]

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by 🦥 anon: What about alpha!Nat who is anatomically female so she can't knot or mate with omega!Reader like Alpha!g!pNat can so she has her best pal beta!Bruce or alpha!Tony invent a knotting strap on 🫣 now alpha!Nat can Knott her little omega anytime she pleases. Bonus if omega!Wanda enchants the strap so alpha!nat can actually feel it 🤤

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AN: This was a good one. Thanks, 🦥!

"What's wrong, Nat?" you ask when you feel your alpha's arm squeeze your torso tighter than normal. She exhales into your hair, and you know it's not from exhaustion from your earlier activities, but frustration.

"Um, nothing," Natasha says, that is obviously a lie, but if she won't tell you what's on her mind, you won't push it.

"Okay, well, good night," you respond, cringing at the awkwardness but not wanting to dwell on it.

While you fall asleep in record time, Natasha lies awake, holding you tightly as she stares at the back of your head. The thought that she can' t be a proper alpha to you, simply because she is not equipped with the right body parts, is infuriating and saddening to her. Not that you had ever complained once or saw her as any less than the male alphas, but Natasha had an internal struggle every time you begged to be knotted and she simply...couldn't.

She didn't know what to do, but she had thought about enlisting the help of some of her colleagues. As awkward as the request would be, maybe it would help her self-esteem and you would be so pleased with the result.

So the next morning, Natasha goes off to have the most awkward conversation of her life with Tony Stark.

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Natasha is practically vibrating with excitement as she carries you to your bedroom. Even you can sense her amped up emotions as you wrap your arms around her, kissing her hard and sloppily.

"Are you okay, babe?" you ask, breaking away for a breath while pulling your clothes off at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm just happy I get to be with you," she says, taking off her shirt, then her sweatpants. When she drops her pants, you gasp at the sight of her new strap. The color matches her skin tone exactly, almost looking like an actual extension of her body and you can't help but lick your lips at the thought of it being inside of you. It's a little smaller than the one she normally uses, but thicker to make up for it. Your core aches around nothing.

"Like what you see, baby?" Natasha says, grasping her cock and stroking it. "I had it specially made..." She debates on whether or not to tell you the truth of the toy's origins, but feels like it might ruin the mood now.

"It looks so good on you," you pant, hooking your hands around her thighs and pulling her onto the bed with you.

"It'll look better inside you," Natasha responds with a smirk, trying to contain a moan when her hand reaches her tip. It was a little strange and first to be able to "feel" with the faux cock, but now she's eager to stick it inside of you and experience you in a way she never has before.

As Natasha hovers over you, you instinctively reach for her cock and she gasps so loud when you touch it, you recoil your hand as if you've hurt her.

"Nat?" you ask.

"No, it's okay, baby. Touch me again," Natasha says, and you wrap your hand around her cock, causing her whole body to shudder. "I can feel it," she admits, dropping her head to press her forehead against yours. "I'll finally be able to feel you, baby. And properly knot you."

A thousand thoughts of curiosity fill your head, like where in the world she managed to get a strap like this, but now your only concern is getting her inside you. Although Natasha had never disappointed you in bed, your heart rate skyrockets at the thought of her getting to feel you and knot you. It seemed almost too good to even be real.

"Does this feel good?" you ask, jerking her cock off a little awkwardly, mostly because you don't have much experience. Maybe that would change soon.

"Yes," she whispers, her hips moving jerkily every time your thumb swipes over the tip of her cock. "Keep going, baby."

Even though you're stroking a silicone toy, you swear it feels like it's throbbing in your hand. Maybe it wasn't such a gimmick after all.

"Okay, stop, stop," Natasha says suddenly, afraid she's going to burst. She swats your hand away, her stomach clenching almost uncomfortably to hold herself back. She pushes you to lay down fully, carefully positioning her cock at your entrance. "Ready, baby?"

"I need you, Nat," you whine. "I need my alpha."

Natasha holds her breath as she slides into you with ease, almost collapsing on your chest when your hot walls wrap around her, holding her in a tight grip like she's never been before. "Oh, God. Oh fuck, Y/N..."

It feels different having her inside of you like this, almost like you can feel her throbbing.

"I want you to knot me, Nat," you beg, reaching up to lock your hands around her back to hold her close.

"I will, baby. Hold on." Natasha starts jerking her hips in broad strokes, obsessed with the way you clench and squeeze around her. She pushes in until she can't see any of her cock anymore, but the subtle bulge of your stomach, and the fire of arousal burns through her veins. She leans over to lick and nip at the mating mark on your neck, slamming into you with powerful thrusts.

You moan at the sensation of being filled so deeply, Natasha soothing the ache of emptiness in your loins with each thrust.

"Knot me, Nat, please," you whimper, scratching down her back. You can sense her desperation and need, feel her desire as she twitches inside of you, her size seemingly growing as the knot at the base of her cock starts to inflate.

You can't believe this is about to happen, as Natasha grunts and groans into your ear, promising to fill you with her pups and knot you properly for the first time in your life. You're awash with bliss as she thrusts into you strongly, holding you down as her body starts to tremble as she empties her seed into you. There is an almost painful stretch in your core and you look down to see the base of her cock fit snugly into your pussy, preventing any of her cum from spilling out of you like it normally does.

The pressure in your stomach is too much and you are too aroused to hold back anymore, tipping your head back into the pillows and moaning as you gush around her cock. It feels like a lifetime of pure ecstasy as you lay there, Natasha fully connected with you. You don't ever want it to end.

"My perfect omega," Natasha whispers, stroking your hair as she tries to calm down from her own high. "I love you so much." Today was a complete success in her book, and she can't wait to knot you over and over again in the future.

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[devil-in-hiding]

Omega reader who convinces herself that 141 aren't reciprocating her affections because they're all together... at the moment it's because each of them see that another fancies her and so backs off so they don't get alpha beef.

This eventually leads to a drunk soap telling Kyle that he better move his ass and woo the girlie because if he dosent then soap will for him. This leads Kyle to say he thought Simon liked her- then Simon to say he thought john liked her- then john to say he thought soap liked her. In the end they decide to save the conversation for tomorow when their sober but you enter off your tits with an empty bottle and fall onto the sofa across john and Kyle's laps and start crying and angrily raving that you can't understand why none of them wanna fuck you.

"Your all so fucking hot!" You whine, hiding your face in Kyle's stomach. "'S not fair! Get fucking ugly or get fucking me god damn it!"

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oh my god 😭😭 this is my favorite type of miscommunication! the four of them knowing their lovers want reader so just politely taking a step back even though they’re all literally doing the same exact thing so it makes them all distance themselves

and pretty omega!reader is just >:( “i amp my scent up and you all do nothing! nothing! i! want! alphas!”

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

alpha Eddie playing the guitar so loud to the point that his amp normally makes half the trailer vibrate. When omega Steve finds himself in the room, forced to put on ear protection because “the louder I play the better it sounds, but I don’t want to make you deaf Stevie.” It’s pretty much his way of playing his music the way he wants while accommodating Steve. Though Eddie is so used to how much his room vibrates that he barely reacts when it starts. Steve on the other hand has to cross his legs as the amp is sitting right next to the bed and pretty much making the bed vibrate intensely. Eddie only stops when he smells Steve, who is completely embarrassed. Though it does end up with Eddie placing his amp on the bed for better vibrations and he’ll never be more proud then when he makes Steve cum with the talent of his fingers but never touching him.

When Eddie goes off on tour for the first time he decides to buy himself a new amp. Though before leaving he has Steve sit on it and marinate it with good luck a few times.

Happy pheromone Friday 😉I did post this a bit earlier in a community and after much thought this is the post I want to kick my first pheromone Friday with. If you want to participate here’s my ask box send away! (I haven’t gotten any yet, but if I don’t i’ll post another Drabble I’ve written :)

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Steve Harrington, when he was a kid, was always told off by his parents for being a bad Alpha - too kind, caring, nurturing, soft.

So he learned to hide that part of himself away, to only show the parts that were “good Alpha”. After all, he was also confident and charismatic, he was competitive, others flocked to him, he easily took charge and he was naturally protective.

But it felt hollow, empty, because he was still hiding away such a big part of himself. Unconsciously, he amped up what was allowed, to fill the holes of what wasn’t allowed. Confidence became cockiness, competition became aggression, taking charge became domineering, and before he knew it, he was in over his head at the top of the social food chain with a vicious pair of Alphas by his side.

But his parents approved, and Carol and Tommy praised him, and he felt accepted by them, even if it came with the unease of knowing that it wasn’t all of him that they accepted.

And then came Nancy. With Nancy he was allowed to be soft, kind. And though Tommy and Carol mocked her uptight personality and nerdy ways, they didn’t turn on him for his softness with her.

So Steve found the one place an Alpha was allowed to be gentle and caring - with a prospective mate. And finally, allowed to express all of himself, he could scale back the overcompensation in other areas. He finally felt balanced, whole, even if the times where he was allowed to be his authentic self were relegated to when he was with Nancy. It was the most he’d ever had, and he was the happiest he’d ever been.

Then it all fell apart. The world ripped apart and took away Nancy, his relationship, his happiness with it. Steve was left reeling, grieving his relationship, his love, his safe space.

Faced again with the expectation of only showing strength, assertiveness, leadership, and never sweetness, caring, or kindness, Steve felt lost. He needed to get his relationship back if he was to have any hope of being happy.

That plan also went to shit, and suddenly Steve found himself in charge of a pack of pups. And protecting them felt good, but afterwards Steve also felt the urge to care for them. And to his surprise, they let him. They didn’t tell him off for acting like an omega, not even Nancys little brother.

Back at school, Steve felt like he’d been thrown into cold water. He was disillusioned with the social role he played, with the emptiness he felt in his life after the joy and affirmation of his relationship and then the same given to him from the pups. The acceptance he got from his parents and friends now rang hollow, empty.

And for the first time, he started to think that maybe it was all bullshit. Maybe his parents’ idea of what made a ‘good Alpha’ was bullshit, what his peers thought was acceptable Alpha behaviour was bullshit, the idea that he could only truly be himself with his mate was bullshit.

Steve decided he needed a different perspective. So one day, he wanted confidently into the cafeteria and sat himself down at the table of the one person that was scorned and derided by the entire school, most of the town even, for his refusal to play along with the bullshit. The one he has spent the past few years hearing Tommy and Carol, and others, deriding as a ‘bad Omega’. Eddie Munson.

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Eddie Munson had never been a ‘good Omega’. He was too brash, too bold, loud, annoying, and confrontational. That on top of being ‘low-class trailer trash’… well, he never stood a chance.

When he was younger, it hurt. Never being enough, never measuring up. Not to his parents, not to his peers, not to strangers he met in the street.

Every thing wrong with him was met with derision, and every glimpse of what the world deemed he should be was held against him.

Eventually, Eddie learnt to protect himself, to lean into his “freak” persona. If they were going to reject him anyway, better it be on his terms, because he only presented a self that went against the grain and demanded to be rejected.

So Eddie put away his softer sides, the sweetness and nurturing, anything that society said an Omega should be, and leaned harder into his louder, brusquer, more combative side.

It helped, facing the rejection from the town and knowing that of course they would respond that way to him - it was only to be expected. But it was still hard, not being able to fully be himself. It would bleed out sometimes, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

He channeled it the best way he knew how. His impulses to nurture and care were turned to leading and protecting instead. Not the same, not giving him everything he needed, but giving him enough to scrape by.

Still, he didn’t feel fulfilled, didn’t feel real, and it chafed. He grew bitter, more combative, particularly toward those that could seamlessly fit into the role deemed for them. It wasn’t fair that some were rewarded simply for existing while he and his ilk were scorned for the very same, and he made sure everyone knew it.

He’d kind of figured he was screaming to the void, until one day the unthinkable happened. Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High and Alpha of Alphas, sat down at his lunch table and said “So…what’s this about forced conformity?”

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And then Eddie helps Steve become more comfortable with the ‘nonconforming’ parts of himself, and Steve helps Eddie accept the more ‘conforming’ parts of himself, and they fall in love kiss kiss the end

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Roses — Terzomega

~part five of the Little Monster Series~

2.4k words ~ (light) smut

Days after his last encounter with Terzo, Omega finds himself in the ministry garden.

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[author note:] early upload because the last part reached my goal of 50 likes! thank u everyone. for an early upload of part 6, get this one to 100 likes (i made it harder). otherwise, see you next wednesday ;)

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“You need to get laid.”

The snickering jab came from Earth, who sizzled his cymbal for effect. Air laughed.

Omega’s tail flicked angrily. Having been warming up, he continued to practice with an edge of frustration, not giving Earth a reaction. His fingers climbed the guitar’s neck, quick as lightning, turning into an angry, shrill chromatic scale that left the guitar screaming its highest note through the crackling amp.

“He’s been so uptight,” River sighed, plucking a dark note from his bass.

“Ignoring us,” Air added with a random piano riff. “Too busy to say hi.”

“I’m right here,” Omega snapped. The four ghouls looked up from their instruments. The sound-proof practice room filled with dead air.

It was Alpha who finally spoke up. “You gotta admit it’s been a while, Megs.”

“Since what?”

“Since you got laid,” Earth interjected, hitting his bass drum a few times to punctuate his statement. 

River and Air burst into childish giggles. Omega’s brow furrowed with annoyance. Alpha laughed, a carefree sound, before shaking his head. “Nah. I mean, maybe, but nah. It’s you, man. When’s the last time we all hung out?”

“Last week,” Omega replied tersely.

“That was practice,” River said in his sullen voice. “You hardly spoke at all.”

“Yeah, like, really hung out. We used to do it all the time, right?” Alpha looked around at the other ghouls. There was a chorus of agreement.

“Why are we even practicing?” Omega huffed, suddenly frustrated. “There’s no new music and no tour date scheduled yet.”

More silence. Finally, Alpha said, “I mean, besides the obvious to keep ourselves fresh, it’s the only time we ever see you.”

“I’m busy.”

“We know, Megs. It’s not fair they make you do all that shit.”

“That’s why you gotta do your own shit, right?” Earth was relentless, laughing boisterously.

Air tilted his head, smiling suggestively. “If you need your dick sucked, you know I’m happy to do it.”

“We all want to suck your dick, Omega,” River sighed.

Omega, fed up, threw his guitar on the ground. The amp made a painful shriek that made everyone except Omega flinch.

“Megs–” Alpha tried.

Omega snarled at him, snapping his teeth. They locked eyes for a moment. Fiery red glaring into lightning purple. He growled, “We’re done here.”

He stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Every Sibling unlucky enough to see his terrifying rampage turned the other way, disappearing inside doorways, avoiding his path. There was no destination to his rageful stalking, his pacing of the Ministry. He just wanted to clear his head, to get away from the ghouls, to take one single moment of the day to himself, to think. 

At an intersection between halls, he felt a breeze gently blowing down an empty corridor, one that led to a glass door cracked open by a rock. The garden. The air was cool against his heated disposition. Refreshing. Inviting.

Omega detoured down the hall, slipping outside and carefully ensuring the door remained open. It automatically locked, and the only way to get back inside was to walk around the expansive compound through the front door.

The sky was cloudy blue, overcast but not quite raining. It was warm enough to be comfortable with a coat, though the breeze was cold and light, giving Omega goosebumps. He took deep breaths, smelling the air, calming himself. 

The plants around him were dying in the early fall, some still green, others withering away. The one plant that stood against the seasons was a dark red rose bush, though little remained of the blooms. He noticed, on the pathway, a handful of rose petals, which were bigger than any of the current flowers growing on the bush. Confused, he looked around, seeing another one further down the path. 

He walked forward, stepping around a hedge to see the very rose he had been searching for, clutched in the hands of the last man in the Ministry he wanted to see.

Cardinal Terzo was sat on an ornate concrete bench, looking down and spinning the thorny rose between his fingers. The bench was in a small clearing that looked over a garden of dead flowers, the back surrounded by hedges to create an apse in the walkway. Omega knew it was Primo’s favorite spot, and it surprised him that the old man was not there instead of Terzo. Of course, it was too cold to tend to the fauna in early autumn.

Terzo looked up at the intrusion. He looked sad. Not miserable, not pitiful, but simply sad. Then, he smiled at Omega. His frustration disappeared in an instant, leaving room to sense Terzo’s state of mind. Indeed, he was sad, mourning, his mind mulling over something in particular. But it was not all-consuming. There was a spark of happiness, and it came from seeing Omega.

“Hello, Omega ghoul. Care to join me?”

Omega hesitated. Suddenly, he felt as if he should not be there, and looked away. Terzo said, “Do not be frightened, ghoul. I do not bite.”

Omega relented, shuffling over to the bench and sitting on the edge. He stared at the collection of browning and dead flowers, wondering why Terzo was so welcoming of his presence. Since their tepid encounter days ago, they had yet to even see one another, let alone resolve the tension between them. 

“I was surprised to see this rose today,” Terzo said, breaking the silence. “The bush looks dead. Look how big and red it is.”

He held up the rose. Omega regarded it. 

“It’s dead now,” he pointed out.

“It was soon to die anyway.” Terzo held it to his nose, smelling it deeply. “Roses were mi mamma’s favorite. That is not a very uncommon favorite, is it?”

Omega shook his head.

“Many people love this flower. Yet I can only think of mamma when I see it. No one else will think of that, si? It is mi mamma’s flower. To you, you may look at this flower and think nothing of it. To me, mamma is what makes roses special.”

Omega’s tail flicked back and forth on the bench contentedly. He nodded along to Terzo’s musings. Surprisingly, this gentle atmosphere was soothing him from his outburst at the ghouls, and finally, he could calm down. 

“Is that why you’re out here?”

Terzo nodded. “Two years ago yesterday, I buried mi mamma with roses. I was hoping there would be one left in the garden.”

Omega thought to say something. To give his condolences, to ask how she died, to ask how he was doing, any number of things. Instead, he choked. And before he could think of anything of comfort, Terzo spoke again.

“What brings you to this garden, Omega ghoul?”

Relieved for the topic change, Omega sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing important. I’m taking a break.”

“From?”

“From… everything,” he chuckled slightly. “I’m exhausted.”

“Ah. It is hard, si? They say, eh, you work for Satan, then they say, eh, you must do all these things. It is like a business, not a church. Why, we are no better than the Catholics.”

Omega looked at Terzo, surprised. Though Omega may not have fully acknowledged them before, Terzo had just voiced the very feelings that he had been plagued by for far too long.

“Yeah,” he sighed, then laughed despite himself. “That’s it. I’m the only quintessence ghoul, and they give me too many responsibilities. Trivial, meaningless things anyone could handle, all because of my element.”

“You delegate then, si?” Terzo began pointing at invisible people. “You do this, and you do this. Lower your stress.”

“I don’t have the authority to do that.” Omega sighed.

“They expect too much out of you. They always do.”

Omega looked at Terzo, slowly plucking the petals from the rose. They naturally fell silent, both watching as dark petals drifted to the ground until the rose stem was barren.

“Now I have really killed it,” Terzo said, dropping the stem. He pushed his hair back, sitting up. “I can never help myself from ruining nice things.”

“It’s not always your fault.” Omega leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That rose was dead anyway.”

“Si. But how much longer could it have lived?”

“Maybe it would have died today.”

“Or maybe it would have lived through winter,” Terzo chuckled. “But it does not matter. You cannot bring back a dead rose.”

Omega stared at Terzo. After a moment, Terzo noticed, catching his eye. Omega swallowed thickly, looking down at the remnants of the flower, breaking their eye contact.

“Maybe we can.”

“Hm?”

Omega rubbed his hands together a few times, his fingers suddenly feeling cold with the breeze. He chastised himself for feeling so nervous. He looked at Terzo again.

The words escaped his mind like air from a deflating balloon. All that was left was his eyes, rimmed by black, always seeing through him, piercing him like arrows. And his lips. One plump pink, one black. An unsettling appearance, but one that Omega had grown to long for. 

Terzo reached up to take off Omega’s mask. He let him.

There was no telling who leaned in first, who initiated the kiss that followed. Only that there was one. One that both had been craving for some time. And it was unlike any they had shared before; indeed, for they had rarely kissed at all. When they did, it was rough, nasty, followed by choking or spitting or both. Never for the sake of being kissed but for the heat of dark passion. But on this concrete bench in the Ministry garden, Omega felt the gentle nature of this kiss, and it scared him. This was not how they were. This was not hatred. This was not lust.

Omega pulled away first. 

Terzo said, “Omega—”

“I want to revisit our agreement,” Omega interrupted, clearing his throat, too terrified of what Terzo would say to let him finish.

Terzo paused. “You want to fuck me again, mostriciatto?” 

Omega gripped the edge of the bench, annoyed at how he always said things like that just to make him mad. “Yes,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Why did we stop before?”

“It…” Caught off guard, Omega failed to answer right away, his mouth agape like a fool, hesitating. “Your drinking.”

“Eh, you catch me after a party, and you think I drink too much? I do not drink today, do I?”

“You always did when we had sex.”

Now, it was Terzo’s turn to be caught off guard. He shook his head, shrugging. “Wine makes me horny.”

“If we continue doing this, I don’t want you to drink all the time. It increases the risk of getting caught,” he added quickly.

“Fine.” He held up his hands. “I will be responsible. I won’t quit cold poultry, but I will do my best. Happy?”

Being happy was a complicated feat. Omega was surprised at how happy he was at that moment, yet what lingered in the back of his mind was far from the excitement he felt now. It made him want to quell the happiness, chalk it up to being horny, and forget the ways Terzo’s smile made him feel.

Omega nodded slowly. Terzo reached up to touch his face.

“Shall we reinstate the agreement now or later?”

Omega pointedly avoided turning his head to Terzo’s touch, glaring at a dead leaf across the garden instead. “I’m busy until evening.”

Terzo tutted. He got up to stand in front of him, casually running his arms along his shoulders. He leaned over to kiss his jaw. He murmured lowly, “As I recall, you still have one more hour of practice.”

Omega wondered when Terzo found out his schedule, or when he became such a convincing man.

He tilted his head to meet Terzo’s, reuniting once more in a salacious lip lock. His arms slipped around his waist, pressing their bodies close, Terzo now standing between his legs. His hands ran along Omega’s back, lightly scratching, slipping up to tangle his fingers in Omega’s hair. Omega gripped his ass with his big hands, slipping one down his pants just to feel the flesh. Terzo released a gentle groan.

Omega suddenly lifted Terzo, then carefully set him on the concrete bench, lying down. He knelt over him, one leg on the ground to balance, kissing fiercely. Terzo held on to him, still playing with his hair and face with his fingers, splitting his legs apart greedily. Omega slid his hand down his chest, stomach, resting comfortably on the curve of his bulge. He thumbed the length of it, tight in his pants, making him moan lightly.

Then Omega heard something, which made him stop dead in his tracks. The crunch of a dead leaf. He raised his head, his eyes darting around them.

“Mostriciatto—”

Omega shushed him. He walked away from the bench, checking the path that led to the door. Not a soul in sight. The door was still ajar. Omega returned to Terzo.

“I thought I heard someone,” he said, tense.

“There is nobody around, ghoul; you worry too much.”

Omega looked at Terzo, who was disheveled and clearly begging for more. As much as he wanted to relent, to give in to his feral desire to rip into him in the garden, he was too concerned with getting caught, and the moment had passed.

“It’s too risky out here.” Omega pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why we didn’t think about this.”

“We are horny,” Terzo said helpfully.

Omega sighed. “I should get back to work.”

“You have always been a cockblock, ghoul,” Terzo mumbled bitterly, standing to readjust his pants and fix his hair.

Omega glowered at him. “You think I’m not frustrated?”

“I hope you are,” Terzo grinned. “Then you will treat me not-so-nice later tonight.”

Omega crossed his arms. “I’ll be at your quarters when I’m finished.”

“Oh, Omega, do not finish before you see me. It will not be as fun,” Terzo winked at him. He slapped Omega’s ass on his way out, causing him to jump in surprise. Omega’s eyebrows furrowed, embarrassed, angry that he was embarrassed, and glared at Terzo as he walked up the path and disappeared inside the Ministry.

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Review: Bride by Ali Hazelwood

Author: Ali HazelwoodPublisher: BerkleyReleased: February 6, 2024Received: Own (Aardvark)Find it on Goodreads | Aardvark | More Romantic Fantasy | Fantasy Book Summary: Misery Lark (yes, that’s her real name) may seem like a girl who has it all: riches, fame, and supernatural glory until you take a closer look at her life. She’s the daughter of a powerful vampyre councilman, which essentially…

[elgallinero]

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[nightynightghoul]

Pebble has POTS

How Pebble finds out they have POTS and sort of learn to accept it.

This is just a little something I wanted to share, if it does well I may share other ideas. Thank you to @sister-nyx for encouraging me and giving it a read :)

Warnings: Pebble faints, there's talk about medical tests, not much more.

When Pebble was summoned, the rest of the ghouls thought nothing special of it. Yes, they were smaller than the rest, but their summoning had been hard and not as much energy went into it as it did for the past ghouls. They all had seen ghouls of all sizes during their lives back in hell. Many of the smaller ones being doubly as fierce to compensate for their size. No one thought anything could be wrong with them. 

Neither did Pebble. At least not for their first few months topside. They learned what they had to in order to become their new drummer, they were good at it too. Enjoying the feeling of getting lost in the music alongside the rest of their new pack.

Pebble started noticing they weren’t like the rest of the ghouls. Not as strong, not as agile, not as resilient. The first time they felt it was when they were moving instruments around the practice room. They had to clear the floor for the siblings to come in for a deep clean. Ifrit had easily lifted and carried stands, amps, boxes, and instruments. Aether had no trouble helping Zephyr with their Keyboard. Hell, even Dewdrop was helping haul up equipment, and he was smaller than them!

But here they were struggling to catch their breath and feeling their heart in their throat just because they were trying to drag one box across the stage. Emphasis on the word “trying”. By the time Ifrit was done, Pebble was only just getting the damned box to where they were supposed to stack it with the others. The fire ghoul just smiled at them and lifted the box to stack in on the others. 

Pebble could not catch their breath and their vision was spotty. But they just ignored it, muttered a thank you and went back to the den. 

The second time, was stupid if you asked them. It was a very early and cold morning, they just wanted to have a nice hot shower before breakfast. Yes, they took longer than usual. The water felt great, they had to wash their hair, and maybe they wanted some time for themselves. The problem appeared when they stepped out into the colder air of the bathroom. As they were drying off, they started feeling like they ran a marathon. Heart beating quickly, spotty vision, and they couldn’t catch their breath. Nothing new, but it was getting worse. 

A splitting headache started right behind their ears and their vision became tunnelled. Suddenly the effort to just stand was just too much and against their will they crumpled to the floor half conscious, dragging with them several items from the counter that clattered loudly on the floor and on top of them. They spent a few minutes on the floor, floating in that space between. After getting ready, only Aether asked why they took so long. Even years later, they could not tell if they fainted that time or not. 

The third time was when they started to get worried. It was a sunny, warm day, fairly humid too. Most of the ghouls were spending their time outside. Even Zephyr felt well enough to go on a little stroll with Dew. They were sat on the grass with Omega and Alpha. Playful chatter, became playful banter which in a few minutes became playfighting. Pebble wrestled Alpha but was quickly pinned under the bigger ghoul. 

But Pebble wasn’t laughing any more, the heat, the humidity, the exertion and now Alpha on top of them had their vision swimming. Just like before they felt that headache, the tunneled vision and the breathlessness. But this time it all came so quick, they had no time to tell Alpha that they wanted out. With a pathetic whine they breathed out and then everything became black. 

When they next opened their eyes, they were laying on their back. Omega was looking at them alarmed, as if they had grown a second head. Alpha was agitated too, the usually stoic ghoul looked close to tears. Omega insisted on carrying them to the infirmary even as Pebble protested that they were fine and could walk themselves.

While in there, Omega took his sweet time noting their blood pressure and heartbeat. Pebble insisted time and time again that this was normal, that it just had gone a little further than it usually does. Omega made quite a few notes and kept asking more questions. As if every ghoul didn’t feel the same as them. -

Do you have a hard time breathing?

Do you usually struggle to catch your breath after exerting yourself?

Are high temperatures usually a problem?

Do you get dizzy when you sit up? When you stand up?

Pebble quickly became frustrated and ended up leaving the infirmary before Omega could finish his long list of questions or tell them much of anything really.

The quint did ask them to come back for some tests the next day but Pebble in their eternal stubbornness didn’t go. They were fine, and this was normal for all ghouls. Right?

The subject was forgotten with time but right now, this very minute. They kinda wish they had gone for those extra tests with Omega. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

This was their third ritual, the past two had gone very well. Only getting somewhat dizzy with the heat of the stage lights and the effort of playing the drums. They had managed to stand up without fainting by taking deep breaths. But right now, in this damned venue and its non-existent ventilation, Pebble found themselves sweating bullets. Their skin felt clammy and cold, their breath getting quicker, same as their heartbeat. 

This was more than the adrenaline from rituals, Pebble was in trouble. 

By the last song of the set, their vision was becoming spotty, but they did their best to keep playing. If Dewdrop, Aether and Ifrit could jump around the stage and play at the same time, surely they could keep playing while sat down. 

The alarm bells really rang in their head when that last song ended. The crowd was cheering, and they cursed the damn mask for not letting them breathe properly. They had to stand up, go to the front with the others, go to their place for final bows. But just as they stood up, they realised just how bad they had let it become. The headache came in so hard they had to close their eyes and grasp their head. They may have been glamoured, but the loud whine they let out sounded like that of a wounded animal. 

They tried to walk down the steps of their stage, but their vision went all black and unlike that time after that hot shower, this time they crumpled to the floor like a wet napkin. Aether looked back at his stage as he saw several people in the crowd pointing behind him.

He saw Pebble, unconscious, sliding down the steps of their stage. He ran to catch the smaller ghoul before they could reach the bottom. Ifrit and Dew turned to look at Aether, confused as to why he would be heading backstage in a rush before final bows. Then rushed to help him as they saw him removing Pebble’s mask.

Papa grumbled his disapproval to Zephyr, but quickly changed his demeanour as Ifrit ran back to him. - Pebble is out cold, Aether is taking them back to the greenroom -. They bowed and quickly headed back.

When he opened the door to the green room, Papa found Pebble laying on the couch, Dewdrop holding their legs high and Aether sat on the floor taking vitals. The quint assured them all that Pebble would be fine, even if they had some nasty bruises from their fall. 

When Pebble woke up, they groaned and tried to sit up. But with a gentle hand on their chest, Aether kept them on their back. 

Don’t move just yet love. Your heartbeat just went through the roof.

M’fine

No, you’re not. You just passed out on stage, and I need to get Omega on the phone now.

Terzo fumbled with his robe to take his phone out and call the older ghoul. Pacing around the room while waiting for his lover to answer.

Terzo? 

Hi Amore, Aether needs to talk to you. Now.

Wait, aren’t you in the middle of a ritual right now?

No, just finished. But Pebble fainted.

What? Ok, let me talk to Aether please.

He handed his phone to the quint. Sitting by Pebble’s head, petting their head and around their horns. Hoping to comfort one of his smallest ghouls.

Aether immediately got to work, narrating all the important details to Omega. All Terzo could glean from what was said was that this was not the first time Pebble had fainted, and that more tests were needed to have an answer as to why they were passing out. 

The rest of that leg of the tour went surprisingly well. Pebble didn't faint, although there were a few close calls, but much to Pebble’s annoyance, Aether was on top of them, all the time. Just as they got back to the abbey, Omega practically kidnapped them and got them to the infirmary. 

A full week of tests got them their answer. There was something wrong and other ghouls definitely did not feel like this every day of their lives topside. Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Stupid Human thing to have. 

They walked back to their room after Omega was done with indications. There was nothing that could be done to get rid of the problem. They would always be smaller, lesser, defective. The feeling of being lesser invaded them. They’re supposed to be a demon straight from hell, strong, fast, agile. Not a runt that has to be watched over all the time. 

What made it truly worse was the news they were given before the next leg of the tour. They would be summoning another Earth ghoul, Omega and Terzo had decided touring would be too much on their body. Straight up salt in the wound. No only that, they would be training them in the time remaining.

Their out of control heart rate and quick breaths didn’t help at all when they asked for the decision to be reconsidered. Pebble walked back to their room, to calm down on their own, to mope for weeks and isolate from their pack. 

With time, they learn to live with it instead of against it. Accepting their body just as it was, flaws and all. It doesn’t come quick, and they still miss the little time they had with their Papa on stage. 

But yes, with time, the bitterness subsides. They still get frustrated sometimes, and some days are impossible. They still faint all over the abbey, but they’re fine at least.

[alien-magnolia]

His Little Grace

Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader

Fic description: As Ganon’s minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something more…

Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!

Omegaverse rules:

https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591

It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 o’clock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganon’s control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.

Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,” the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. “My son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,” the King suggests. “Of course,” Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Link’s beauty.

He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revali’s Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. “So many monsters…,” he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.

After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him… could it be? An omega?

He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.

He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. “Somebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,” he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.

“My Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,” Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.

“See if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,” Link sheepishly tells him.

“Yes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,” Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.

“My dear. Are you okay?,” he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. “I think I’m okay now, yes. Who are you?,” her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.

“Quickly, young one. Tell me your name.” The woman tells him. “Lily.” “Ah. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,” he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.

“I should have been more careful,” the woman replied, slightly blushing.

——-

You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.

Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.

You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated — to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity — so many monsters around. What options did you have?

Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this ‘Prince Sidon’, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.

The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.

“My dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,” the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.

“Well, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas — normal. I’m a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. I’m not strong enough to fight these monsters. I don’t even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of Hyrule…,” you trail off, a bit sad.

The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. “My dear. You see, they aren’t that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.”

You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each other’s presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmother’s book was right.

“Lily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,” Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,” his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.

—-

Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.

You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3

Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.

“What is it?,” you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. “My Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?”

You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. “I came here to look for a mate, Sidon. I’m an omega. They aren’t very common after the calamity,” you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.

“My Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!” He looked enthusiastic suddenly. “You see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,” he praises you.

You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. “You and I, my pearl. I think you’re the most adorable little Hylian I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re an omega — that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,” he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.

You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.

His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmother’s book, you have read that those with ‘sexual variance’ (gender classified as omega or alpha — instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.

You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3

“You know, sweet one…I have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance… a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breed…,” his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. “Make me yours then,” you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.

He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.

“My little grace smells so good for me,” he chuckles darkly. “That’s all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim you…,” he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. “Please, Sidon. Want it, please…,” you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.

“You know, my little love…Zora actually have two cocks. I wonder how they’ll fit inside my Pearl…,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.

You have read in your grandmother’s book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength too…

You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! “Sidon. Please, want it in me,” you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweet…,” he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it … <3

“Sidon. I’ve never.. never had this before…,” you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. “I will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Don’t know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,” his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.

You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3

Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.

“My sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, can’t wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heir…,” he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! “Please, my prince, Sidon, please!!,” you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.

“Mate me. Claim me. Please, sir,” you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. “My pleasure, my little love.”

He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, you’ve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.

You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.

You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.

Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Run Free - Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader (Part 6: You Belong With Me)

Summary: You help host the first couple of events at the bar to bring in new customers and both you and Ari start feeling something different towards each other

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff! A/B/O dynamics!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 6: You Belong With Me

The first event you and Ari planned for the bar was an open mic night. You’d reached out to bands and performers in the area to see if they’d perform. A few of them agreed.

The bar was pretty quiet as the first band arrived early to set up their gear. You had spent the majority of the day in the office running over the accounts. When you walked out to the bar to grab a glass of water you saw Ari helping the band carry in their amps.

“Hey would it be okay to grab some water?” Someone asked behind you.

Turning around you see one of the band members, a beta, leaning over the bar.

“Oh yeah sure, how many?” You asked grabbing a couple more glasses.

“Just 4 thanks” the beta said with a lopsided grin.

“Are you new to the bar? I’ve been in here a few times before and never seen you?” He asked as you poured his drinks.

“Fairly new, moved to the area a couple of months ago now” you nodded giving him a small smile.

“Well it's nice to have you, especially since I heard this was your idea” he grinned.

“I can’t take all the credit” you chuckled shaking your head.

“You should its a really good idea, there’s not many places to play on a regular basis around here” he smiled making you look down bashfully.

“So what’s your band’s name?” You asked him.

“We’re the Beatas, because we’re all betas and beat like music beat” he said proudly.

“Oh like the Beatles?” You smiled.

“Exactly like that! I’m glad you got it” he exclaimed making you laugh “I’m Colin by the way” he added holding out his hand.

“Y/N” you smiled shaking his hand.

“Nice meeting you Y/N, mind giving me a hand carrying these over,” he asked as you placed his drinks on the bar.

“Sure let me just make Ari one” you agreed, quickly making a 5th pint of water.

Ari was just carrying in some of the band’s equipment when he spotted the guitarist Colin stood at the bar talking to you. At first, he worried that you were uncomfortable but then he saw your smile, hearing you laugh at whatever he said.

He knew he should be happy that you were more comfortable talking with strangers, it meant you were becoming more confident. But he felt this possessive feeling stirring deep inside him, that he needed to show the beta you were off limits. 

Which you weren’t. You didn’t belong to anyone, especially not Ari. 

He pushed the possessive feeling out shaking his head slightly as he put the equipment he was carrying down. He sighed running his hand through his hand as he stood back up. Turning around he was surprised to see you stood right behind him holding a pint of water.

“I thought you might be thirsty” You smiled passing him the glass.

“I am, thank you ‘mega” Ari grinned taking the glass from you “You alright?” He asked you quietly, glancing over at Colin.

“Yeah, I’m good just needed another drink” you smiled up at him “I should probably get back to work” you added pointing over your shoulder towards the office.

“Don’t work yourself too hard” Ari smirked with a playful wink as you chuckled stepping away.

“I’ll try not to, but the numbers are just too fun” you smirked walking back to the back office.

You were halfway to the bar when Colin called out grabbing your attention.

“Hey, you gonna come see us perform later?” Colin smiled.

Ari went to reassure you that you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to. They were expecting and hoping it would be a busy night tonight. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. But before he had the chance you spoke up.

“Yeah, of course, wouldn’t want to miss it” you smiled nodding your head before disappearing to the back office.

Ari glanced over at Colin seeing him smiling proudly to himself as he turned around and unpacked some gear. Ari let out a small huff as he turned around to grab the last of the gear from outside.

As the band was setting up Ari made his way into the back office. The door was slightly open allowing him to peek inside, and watch you as you worked. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, biting your lip in thought as you looked down at the paperwork.

As he pushed the door open you glanced up smiling when you saw him.

“Hey, everything okay?” You smile putting down your pencil.

“I’m good, the band is just setting up now,” Ari said as he sat down on the small couch. 

“Cool, hopefully, it draws in a crowd” You smiled leaning forward and resting your arms on the desk.

“It will, it's a good idea I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier” Ari smiled noting your bashful smile “Speaking of which, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, if there’s a big crowd which hopefully there will be then it might be overwhelming and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable and unsafe,” Ari said sitting forward a serious expression on his face.

“I’ll be fine, I think so anyway” you sighed standing up and walking over to him, sitting beside him on the couch.

“If you’re not certain then-“ Ari said shifting to face you.

“I want to see how it goes” you interrupted “After spending the last couple weeks working here I feel much more comfortable and confident and I don’t want to be hiding away in here, not comfortable enough to come out to the bar” you sighed shaking your head “So by being here tonight I’ll be able to see where I am, I won’t know if I don’t try and if I do feel uncomfortable with the crowds then I can come back here or one of the guys could drop me back to the cabin,” you told him shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“As long as you’re completely sure, and as soon as you feel uncomfortable and want to go let me know” Ari said earning a warm smile from you.

“I’m sure, Thank you Ari” you smiled.

Later on, much to Ari’s relief a crowd started to form in the bar. It started small but once the music started, more people made their way into the bar. Ari was kept busy behind the bar serving drinks alongside Rachel and Max.

Whenever he could he would glance over to where you were sat with Jake and Sammy. Smiling whenever he saw you smiling and enjoying yourself.

He had just stepped out of the bar for a couple of minutes to change one of the barrels but when he got back to the bar he had to stop himself from growling. Looking over at you he saw you’d been joined by Colin who was sitting far too close in Ari’s opinion. Especially since Sammy and Jake had seemingly disappeared.

“Whoa, what’s put you in a bad mood? Dodgy barrel?” Rachel smirked when she saw him.

He didn’t answer, glancing over at her briefly before looking back at you. Watching as you laughed at whatever Colin said, putting a hand on his arm.

“She’s fine, don’t worry I’ve been keeping an eye on it” Rachel told him once she saw where he was looking.

“I still don’t like it” Ari huffed crossing his arms over his chest.

Rachel frowns at him before smirking up at him realising what the issue is.

“You’re jealous” she stated.

“What? No I’m not” Ari huffed shaking his head.

“Yeah you are, you don’t like him getting so close to your omega” Rachel smirked.

“She’s not my omega” Ari reminded her sternly.

“No but you want her to be don’t you” Rachel retorted.

Ari huffed unable to respond because, yes he did. The more time he spent with you the more he fell for you. But after everything you’d been through it had to be up to you, he couldn’t betray your trust by admitting how he felt.

“Why don’t you tell her how you feel, she trusts you” Rachel said gently.

“I can’t, I don’t want to break that, I’m the first Alpha she’s really trusted, showed her that we aren’t all out for an omega to fuck whenever we please, I can’t tell her how I feel and undo all of that” Ari sighed shaking his head as he looked down at the floor.

“Maybe a beta would be better for her, more trustworthy and less intimidating, I just wish it wasn’t that douche” Ari grumbled looking over at you and Colin.

“He’s not a douche, he’s being really sweet and charming” Rachel scolded.

“He’s a womaniser and gets away with it because he’s a beta” Ari fired back.

“God you’re practically green with envy” Rachel muttered under her breath.

“Look why don’t you go over and hang out with Y/N, it’s quietening down a bit, me and Max can handle it while you have a break” Rachel offered, making Ari raise a brow as an idea popped into his head.

“I have a better idea” he said walking over towards you.

When you saw him approaching in the corner of your eye you turned smiling at him. Ari put on his most charming smile as he leaned on the bar across from you.

“Hey you alright?” He asked looking only at you.

“Yeah I’m good, the music’s been great” you smiled glancing over at Colin.

“I was thinking while we had a quiet few minutes I could teach you how to pour a pint so you can help out behind the bar on the omega-only night?” Ari suggested.

“Really?” You asked slightly uncertain.

“Yeah it’ll be fun, c’mon” Ari smiled gesturing for you to join him behind the bar.

“Yeah sure, be right back” you told Colin with a smile before hopping off your bar stool and making your way behind the bar.

“Okay I’ll start you off easy, this larger isn’t too lively” Ari smiled passing you the glass.

“Now you want to hold the glass at an angle and pretty close to the tap” Ari instructed as you stepped up to the tap.

“Like this?” You asked holding up the glass.

“Bit more like this” Ari said stepping closer so he was standing right behind you.

His arm reached around you, hand resting on top of your tilting your hand so you held the glass at a 45-degree angle. You glanced over your shoulder at him, smiling up at him.

“Then pull the tap all the way down” Ari instructed, you followed, the larger flowing into the glass.

“Okay so as it gets closer to the top tilt it back upright slowly” Ari instructed. 

As you continued to pour the drink, Ari glanced over at Colin spotting him watching you. However when Colin saw Ari looking at him he quickly averted his gaze.

“There we go and if it needs more of a head then you just give the tap a small pushback like this” Ari demonstrated “And now you have the perfect pint” he smiled as he passed you the pint.

You smile up at him as you take a sip, nodding your head “Tastes good” you grinned licking the top of your lip.

“You’ll be running this place in no time” Ari smirked as he moved to lean against the back counter.

“Well I don’t know about that” you chuckled shaking your head as you moved to stand next to him.

“Yeah you’re a natural with the numbers and you can pour a good pint” Ari smirked taking the glass from you and taking a large sip.

“But you have the charm” you pointed out with a smirk, stealing the glass back from him.

Ari grinned as he looked down at you, Colin shifting in his seat at the end of the bar caught Ari’s eye, the beta cautiously watching you interact with Ari. The possessive feeling he felt earlier returned. So he moved his arm around you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t sell yourself short ‘mega” Ari whispered.

You threw your head back laughing, your hand landing on his chest as you smiled bashfully shaking your head.

“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one Alpha,” you say with a small smirk “now I’ll be right back, just popping to the ladies,” you said patting his chest as you passed him your drink.

“I can’t promise this will still be full when you get back” Ari joked as he took another large sip.

You smiled over your shoulder at him, shrugging your shoulders “You deserve it” you smiled before heading out of the bar.

Ari grinned down at the floor as he took another sip of the pint. As he glanced back up he spotted Colin watching him again, but once their gazes met Colin quickly averted his and moved away from the bar back towards his band.

Ari finished the pint before moving to pour you a fresh one, as he did so he spotted Sammy and Jake walking past.

“Oi you two” Ari called grabbing their attention.

“What’s up?” Sammy asked turning to face him.

“I trusted you to look out for Y/N tonight, not leave her alone with strangers” Ari stated.

“She was fine, we left her with Colin,” Jake said pointing over his shoulder.

“I don’t care” Ari growled “Don’t do it again” 

Sammy and Jake raised their brows at him before exchanging a glance with one another.

“Alright, not a problem boss” Jake nodded with a shit-eating grin.

A couple weeks later the bar was once again packed, but this time with Omegas. You were worried this idea wouldn’t work, that no omegas would want to come. But the place was full and business was booming. 

You and Sammy were busy behind the bar serving, while Jake stood on the door making sure it was only Omegas let in. Ari remained in the office the entire night, ready to step in if an Alpha tried his luck.

During a quiet five minutes, you took your chance to head to the toilets. As you walked down the corridor you heard the sounds of an Omega giggling. You assumed it was someone giggling about how hot they found Jake since you’d heard a lot of that tonight. 

But as you rounded the corner you froze for a moment when you saw Ari stood with the giggling Omega. You quickly hid, peeking around the corner to watch them. You watched as the Omega flirted with Ari, twirling her hair as she batted her eyelashes at him. 

You expected little to no reaction from Ari but instead, you saw him smile back at her with the most charming smile you’ve seen. You instantly felt sick to your stomach as you watched, forcing yourself to look away.

You had no idea why you felt this way and you knew you shouldn’t. You weren’t bonded to Ari, you weren’t even dating. So despite the deep connection you felt with him, you couldn’t stop him from flirting with others.

Glancing back around the corner you watched as Ari flashed her another smile. He put his hand on her shoulder before turning away and walking back into the office. You waited in your spot for a couple more moments before making your way back behind the bar.

“Hey, you alright?” Sammy asked you when you returned.

“Yeah… fine” you said clearing your throat.

For the rest of the evening, your mind was stuck on what you witnessed. Your mind running over every possibility. Leaving you questioning everything, your friendship with Ari, your place in his life and home.

The next day you were sat at home, cup of tea in hand as you sat on the couch. Barely listening to the story Rachel was telling you.

“Hey you okay? If you’re tired from last night say and I’ll let you rest” Rachel asked grabbing your attention.

“Hm? Oh no I’m good i just-“ you started before sighing and shaking your head.

“Just what?” Rachel pushed gently.

You glanced up from your tea debating whether to ask her or not. Out of everyone she was the one besides Ari you trusted the most with the question you had.

“Do you think Ari wants me to move out?” You asked her.

Rachel choked slightly on her sip of tea “what on earth gave you that idea?” She asked.

You shrugged your shoulders slightly “I just saw him being quite um friendly” you said clearing your throat “With an omega last night and I just thought maybe he’d want to have his space back”

Rachel nodded slightly before moving to put her mug down on the coffee table.

“Do you want to move out?” She asked you.

Your mouth opened and shut as you tried to answer. Because no you didn’t want to move out, you loved living in this cabin with Ari, but you knew it wasn’t for forever. Eventually, you’d have to move out. 

“I-I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter, if he likes this omega-“ you said before Rachel interrupted you by placing her hand on your arm.

“Then he won’t want you to move out,” Rachel told you gently.

“But-“ you started.

“But nothing, look Ari is a very charming Alpha and knows how to charm his way out of a situation, but here’s a little secret, I’ve always thought that it was just a bit of a bravado and if he really likes someone he gets nervous around them, so if you saw that charm… he didn’t like the omega,” Rachel told you.

You let out a sigh nodding your head slightly “But it’ll happen eventually though, he’ll find someone he likes and they won’t want me around” you said gesturing to the house.

“Maybe” Rachel admitted with a shrug of her shoulders “but don’t worry about that for now” 

You nodded slightly, looking down at your tea, finger running over the rim as silence fell in the room.

“Can I ask you something? Woman to woman?” Rachel asked breaking the silence, you nodding your head “How did you feel when you saw Ari with that Omega?” Rachel asked you.

“I hated it” you admitted “I felt physically sick” 

You saw Rachel smile slightly as she nodded her head “Do you like him? As in more than a friend?” She then asked you.

You let out a long sigh shaking your head “I don’t know” you admitted.

“Okay that’s fair, love is always a bit confusing to begin with” Rachel reassured you.

“I know there’s this connection, and moments when I know I’ve wanted to kiss him, and he makes me feel so safe and comfortable but…” you sighed shaking your head.

“It's scary to take the jump” Rachel finished for you.

“Ye,s” you sighed.

“I know how you feel and I know it must be even scarier considering this is your first time experiencing this sorta thing… but if you ask me, you couldn’t go for a better guy” Rachel said with a warm smile.

“Really?” You asked unconvinced.

“Really, and all you need is a moment of bravery, but don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Rachel told you.

“Okay, thank you Rachel” you said with a small smile.

“It’s nothing, now I’ll let you get some rest you had a late night last night” Rachel said standing up.

You gave her a grateful smile “thank you Rachel for everything”

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[ghostisun]

tweaking rn so do ignore me but. but. alpha x dew powerplay

cw: smut - minors dni; dew has a pussy; alpha being a tease; D/s

unedited as hell but pls this rare pair has been in my mind for a while now

Thinking about how, even when he's no longer an active ghoul in the ministry, Alpha still has the privilege of breaking the new fire ghoul. And this one—this little thing that’s hissing and sparking on his bed—Alpha has looked forward to with such burning giddiness.

Omega had told him to be gentle; to take his sweet time preparing this one because, "He's well treasured. Do remember that." Alpha's sure Omega only said this to appease his own little protege, that fucking tank of a ghoul who’s too smitten with the little imp that’s glaring at Alpha right now.

Thinking about how Alpha pushes at Dew’s leg to spread it open, his keen senses picking up the gentle scent of Dewdrop’s wetness. It makes him pause, his body racked with tremors. He feels his tongue go heavy in his mouth, his throat parched with the amping desire coursing through him, before meeting Dew’s eyes, some taunt already on the tip of his tongue.

Only, Dew’s looking at him with bright shame, his cheeks burning so prettily, his bottom lip all spit-slicked from all his nervous nibbling. He is beautiful like this, all docile and shy.

Alpha’s words pass through the gaps of his teeth jaggedly, the weight of his lust thrumming from his constricted throat.

“Such a treat f’me, little nymph.” He grins. “Gotta love water ghouls, huh?”

Thinking about the deep plunge of Alpha’s cock in Dew’s cunt. 

It’s all so wet, so messy. Dew is sobbing, hiccupping, his claws digging into the mass of Alpha’s muscles but Alpha doesn’t even care, too delirious with the razing pleasure. Dew’s cunt is a warm vice, so greedy as it sucks him sloppily, the slick press of his walls making room for Alpha’s size.

“-Pha! Alpha!” Dew screams, warbled moans spilling into the miasmic fog between the two of them. 

“That’s right, kitten,” Alpha rumbles, his voice ripped out from the base of his throat. He sounds winded. Primal. “Scream louder, firefly. Be a good boy.”

Dew’s body locks, his head thrashing against the pillow. Alpha grins, a bite too mean because of course. Of course Copia’s little lamb loves being praised. Being adored.

Maybe this is why Dew was the only one fit for the ritual—the only one who can ever fall.

Well now, he thinks to himself, swiping his forked tongue on his lips. One taste is no longer enough.

Thinking about Alpha being so pussy-whipped he mentors Dew …. Of course that’s the excuse he throws out when he’s pulling Dew away from his packmates and into his room.

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