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scummy-writes · 1 month ago

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Perverse Pleasures

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2814

Pairing: Chevalier/Melinda(Oc)

Content Tags: A/B/O Dynamics (light), masturbation, pov switch (first person , chev, to second person for both) , caught in the act, nesting, Chev is in heat, fingering, cum tasting, first times, PIV, cumming inside

Summary: It's unusual for Chevalier to let his bodily needs overcome him in such a way. He relents, using Melinda's clothes as a masturbatory aid due to her scent making his body heat flare. Meanwhile, he neglects to realize his door isn't locked...

(A fanfic for @dododrawsstuff!! Thank you!!)

It was somewhat of a rarity to look down upon myself, and yet tonight I was in such a position once again with a huff of disbelief. Not only had I managed to lose control over my body in such a perverse way, but it further instilled unsavory habits I had no wishes to keep.

My eyes ran over the scattered articles of clothing I had filched like a common thief - no, pervert - and felt another long sigh escape me. Years of the same routine, and yet the arrival of a mere woman managed to skew my world in ways I had never accounted for. While she was interesting by her own right, the growing disarray of my senses caused a build up of frustrations I was annoyed to admit.

I knew better than this, yet that incessant urge inside of me that medicine could no longer subside kept gaining control over my actions. At first, it was the shawl she had left behind at her second social gathering - the first time I had understood what her scent was doing to me. Another was one of her otherworldly jackets, with patterns that had yet to be seen through my own time. After amassing a small collection of shirts and similar, I had even been so daft as to betray my senses completely, and disgracefully filch an intimate item.

In a bed of my own making, I had gathered them all. ‘Nesting’; a foolish urge I had assumed I’d never go through. They were piled upon my sheets, surrounding myself with her damning and intoxicating scent. Just this was enough to stir base impulses - an aching cock that had plagued me through the day, now finally able to be satiated.

I’ve never been patient in these matters. Often, it was an urge I quickly satisfied to get it over with, finding little relief in the action past fulfilling a bodily need that presented itself at inopportune times.

The moment I fisted an article of clothing from the pile I had accrued, however, I found it difficult to ignore the desire to draw this out. It felt as though it were a need - a remnant of the beast inside me, perhaps needing to revel in its claim.

Palming my erection through my clothes sent shivers through my body, my breathing coming out a pace faster the further her scent clouded my senses. Within moments, I found myself nestled in her clothing, taking deep breaths as I toyed with the head of my cock. Compared to previous attempts, there was a shameful abundance of precum leaking from my tip. Beads of the liquid ran down my cock in heavy droplets, slipping between my fingers, slickening my grip. I would normally hate the sensation on my hands, but this drove me to smear it along my sensitive glands, teasing my frenulum by ghosting the pads of my fingers against the skin, producing a shudder through me.

It was… Intoxicating. Far greater than my expectations had imagined due to how dull masturbating had been previously. Pleasured sighs escaped my lips for the first time, a weight slipping from my shoulders as I relaxed into the mattress, cock twitching as I muttered her name. Ridiculous, but it fanned my desires; my hand stroking faster without a thought.

Perhaps that was how I managed to further make a fool of myself. In the midst of drawing the act out, partly due to the lust overtaking me, a small squeak of surprise stole my attention, causing a wash of various emotions to take over me.

Melinda had opened my door with a letter in hand - likely delivering it on the request of my foolish brother - making me aware that in my clouded haste that I had neglected to lock the damned thing, and now she stood shocked, becoming redder by the second.

Her apologies are endless. Each one stumbles over themselves just as often as her own feet did during her first dance. Even in such a state, I can’t help but find it endearing. To avoid making more of a mess, I roughly yank the sheet overtop of my lower half, frowning that it does little to cover the obvious, but it would do for now.

“Shut the door.”

“Right, of course-” she stepped back through the frame in an attempt to retreat, nearly dropping the letter in her haste.

“Inside.”

Melinda froze once more, but tentatively obeyed. Her eyes rolled over my form once more, lingering out of impulse more than succumbing to lechery. When she tore them away I found there was an urge to call her attention again, to have her focus on me. My body. The want of her showing clearly.

A ridiculous want, but overpowering nonetheless, for the next time I opened my mouth those were the first words to leave it.

“Look at me.”

Perhaps it was borne from frustration as well. Her meek nature wasn’t offputting, but when wanting her to look at me for more than the titles I bore, it brought forth a different form of ire. One satiated as she obeyed, and I could briefly see the lust we shared. She would have left if this wasn’t mutual, no?

However, I knew her too well. Even if she knew she was the cause of this state I found myself in, she would be quick to dismiss it as reality.

“You’re aware of what this is.”

A statement, one to get a clarifying answer on. Thankfully she nods, her voice stolen by surprise rather than a lack of reason. I shift, begrudgingly repositioning the sheet - my excitement had gathered upon it, making the sensation uncomfortable.

Melinda… Stares, before meeting my gaze. She isn’t quick to berate me, despite seeing how her clothes are nestled around me. Instead she takes in a shaking breath.

“You’re in heat.”

I continue to wait for her, finding it pointless to respond further.

“Chev, are you sure you want me in here? I-I know when an omeg- when someone is like this, that it’s easy to be taken advantage of, so-”

“I’m right of mind.” Her worry is pointless; as if I would be so out of mind as to invite random persons to taste my skin. Yet… I continue to let her clarify. Over and over, that my want for her is true.

She words it in various ways, so that guilt does not plague her. And at last her voice loses itself as the gears in her mind turn, overtaken by another shock- one I do not understand her possessing.

“You want… me?”

“You have ears, do you not?”

Why would I waste time spouting nonsense rather than the truth? She knows better, yet her own issues seem to take control as she grapples with them.

“But I’ve never done this before.”

“That is of no importance to me. I place more importance on your willingness.”

She looks at me, biting upon her bottom lip, and there is an urge that threatens to overtake me then and there. To have that same lip between my teeth, to distract her from whatever is holding her back from admitting her desires. I was no fool - even if I had never experienced ‘love’, it was easy to tell she harbored such affections for me.

Despite the neediness humming beneath my skin, I only extended my hand, reaching out to await hers. Once her hand carefully placed itself in my grasp, I felt a smirk tug the corners of my mouth for the first time tonight as I pulled her closer.

Never in her nights spent here had she expected to find herself in such a situation. Seeing Chevalier laid out in front of her, sprawled out in his bed and surrounded by clothes of hers that had gone missing… Initially, she had believed they were cruelly taken away by his fan club in jealousy. Instead, they were coveted by the icy prince who had managed to consistently warm her heart.

A fantasy of hers in private, yet when faced with it in reality, it took everything she had within her to accept his proposition. To take ahold of his hand, and allow herself to be lured in by her beast.

His movement was as firm as his grasp, and it caused her to stumble ungracefully onto the mattress, using her spare hand to steady herself on her knees. The motion causes creaking of the bed frame, but her eyes were impulsively drawn to the thin sheet haphazardly pulled over his crotch. There, she can see the blatant evidence that this isn’t a falsehood - Chevalier wanted her. So much so that he was tugging the cloth away, giving her full witness to his desires. If she still couldn’t believe his words, this left little to doubt.

Truly… She knew he wouldn’t lie over such a thing, but insecurities ran deeply with irrationality. A beast that had known her longer than Chevalier.

It’s difficult, but Mel settles her eyes on his; she’s greeted with a heat there she’s never bore witness to, and it causes her inner muscles to clench, her own cheeks burning a shade darker. That fire quells such anxious thoughts as he cups her cheek, drawing their lips together impatiently.

He isn’t as gentle as the knights in the books they shared. His movements are unaccustomed to such a thing - clumsy at moments, but ever so persistent in need. It’s enough for her to overlook due to being so enamored by the pleasured sigh of relief that leaves him. An unspoken finally.

Though he is the one naked, inexperienced just as she, he loses none of his confidence. Between kisses that grow more fervent, he guides her to lay against the mattress as her clothes are deftly discarded to lay with the rest, spreading her legs. His lips are nearly enough to steal her reason, but not just yet. She can feel his palms run up her inner thighs, hear his soft sighs when their lips part momentarily - her head spins with the new sensations, barely able to keep track of her anxieties following his heated touches. Impulsively, her hands try to interrupt his path. Just as smoothly, he grips her wrists, gathering both in one hand and pinning them above her head.

“I will remind you once more that I want to explore your body within my ability. That this ache within me is the product of my desire for you - no one else.” The words are growled in her ear, lust driving Chevalier to let his needs show past bodily reactions. As if to break the tension, or to aid in ridding some of his sexual frustration, he nips at the shell of her ear, “do not mistake my passion for instinct.”

Despite the warning in his words, he still waits. Meeting her gaze as she processes what was said. Even though her mind is attempting to balance her worries along with the flurry of her heart soaring, Melinda lets out the breath she held, spreading her legs wider to grant him unrestricted access to her core.

His eyes widen, just briefly, at the movement before he lets her wrists go, rewarding her with the taste of his lips once more. Tangling their tongues together as his fingers stroke along her vulva, the shudder it brings echoing between them.

It may be her bais showing through her feelings for the man, but each touch feels electrifying. His thumb traces her clit teasingly; she can feel a smirk upon his lips when he manages to pull a needy whine from her, electing to kiss along her jawline as he graces her with more pressure against the bundle of nerves, drinking in the whimpers and gasps.

The sounds are no better. As he pushes a digit into her, then two, and begins to pump them inside, his labored breathing in her ear seems to just add to the swirls of pleasure riding through her. A soft groan leaving him at the sound of her own, the way his breath hitches as his hips jut against her thigh, rubbing himself against her like a dog in heat.

All of that combined with the fact that her first time is with Chevalier, the man who captured her heart faster than anyone else, the peak of it all hits far faster than she expected. Displaying itself through a desperate cry of his name, her grip on his shoulders tight and unforgiving as she grinds against his palm through her orgasm, shaking when he continues to thrust his fingers well past the initial high.

As she recovers, panting as her body slowly relaxes back against the sheets, Chevalier pulls his fingers out and regards her excitement splayed between them. For a moment, he seems entranced by the arousal decorating his hand. Lips parted slightly as he observes, then tentatively takes a lap at the fluid.

At the taste, he closes his eyes with a sigh, savoring the flavor and smell, before his gaze is drawn back to her watery one.

“I can no longer hold myself back.”

“That’s fi- oh!”

In no time, Chevalier has barely given her time to recover before he slips between her legs, positioning her securely before he guides his cock to press against her swollen lower lips. He slides the tip along her vulva, mixing their arousal together for ample lubrication, before he eases the head inside of her.

It’s difficult for her to breathe through it. Not due to an abundance of pain, but rather over being fulfilled so intimately. He isn’t careless or crass - even with his brows furrowed in impatience in wanting to overindulge, he grips her hips tightly as he inches inside of her, biting back a groan when he sinks in to the hilt.

His nails dig into her skin as he slowly exhales, face pressed against her neck, soaking in how her inner muscles clench around his length, enticing him to lose his reason completely. The promise of the pleasure he seeks is enough to keep his composure, nibbling her heated skin as strained words leave him, “ready?”

Melinda nods, breath held in preparation of the first thrust, then second- and soon she’s able to breathe with ease as he sets a steady and firm pace. He drives into her with withheld determination finally showing, each push inside of her increasing in intensity until he’s no longer able to hide his exertion, panting as he mutters to her. Growls of how it's her alone that has reduced him to such a state- that his mind is unable to think of anything past her. Her taste, her musk, the pleas of his name that he wishes to pry from her bashful lips. It’s nearly incomprehensible to imagine Chevalier impacted in such a way, but Melinda bears witness to it as he drives into her, again and again, until her second climax washes over her with a cry for him.

Even when losing control of himself in ways he is unused to, Chevalier still manages to hold onto his beauty. His gasps melt into her skin as he thrusts within her as deep as he can and stills, a strangled cry trying to escape him that he holds back, resulting in a mangled moan caught in his throat as he spills deep within her.

They both linger like this; catching their breath, enjoying the comfort of their warmth despite the sweat and quivers between them. Of course, it’s Chev who breaks apart first- but hesitantly, looking as if he wishes to simply lay entwined with her throughout the night. But he knows the discomfort that would bring, and she watches as he shifts to his knees, carefully pulling out.

In the midst of her mind trying to come down from such a high, she feels a damp cloth pressed against her sex, her cheeks blushing for different reasons as he tends to her as a lover would - with care and grace she is unused to.

Yet, there is a question that still burns within her.

“So…”

She’s unsure of how to ask, especially with her heart still recovering from it all. All she can think of is how weak her legs feel, the feeling of his cum beginning to dribble out of her. But she needs to know, especially from the one who has helped her so much in this world.

Chevalier regards her with a blank look, then an amused huff.

“I don’t plan to toss you aside.”

“So then…?”

With a gentleness she’s still unused to, he takes her chin in his grasp, giving her that selfsure smile before pressing his lips against hers. Remnants of the heat from before still linger, but he breaks it off before they can be tempted once more.

“I’ve made you mine, have I not?”

Dodo asked for omega chev, and I tried to deliver a little! abo is out of my zone since I don't fully understand the universe, so this was limited due to that.

I like to imagine that Clavis intentionally had Mel deliver the letter to meddle in their love life some more, but likely didn't realize Chev had been and would be doing That.

This is the first time in...I feel like at least ten years since I wrote first person? I have to say, I'm actually a bit proud of how it sounds in this. I rarely write chev but I enjoyed doing it like this a lot.

Thank you for trusting me to write your babygirl, Dodo!!! I wuv mel.

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potatoplace · 3 months ago

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Can It Smell Like You?

Feyre x Rhys

Summary: Feyre wakes up feeling different than usual, and her alpha has a meeting in the Hewn City. Promised alone time when he returns, the High Lady goes shopping in the Palace of Thread and Jewels to pass the time.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: only A/B/O dynamics I think, unless youre allergic to Feysand fluff

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing this! Soft Rhys plus a sweet, needy Feyre is just perfect. Written for Day 1: Nesting of @acotar-omegaverse-week (I know, I'm very late to the party on this one lol)

Rating: T

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Feyre woke up feeling off this morning.

She had woken up before Rhys this morning, not a rarity but uncommon, her mate seemed to have an internal alarm that signaled to him the night was ending, always able to get up with the sun if Feyre herself didn’t pull him back into the mattress.

She rolled to turn toward him, and took a moment to admire her wonderful, beautiful mate sleeping on his side facing her.

Then she pressed her face into his chest and pulled the covers over her head, and took a long, deep inhale of her alpha’s scent. Her body relaxed, falling further into him as she nuzzled her head against him, letting out something akin to a purr.

Rhys’s breathing started coming in faster, and his arms came to wrap around Feyre.

“Good morning, my sweet mate,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “You’re up early.”

Feyre nodded her head against his chest but gave no response, just continuing to press her face into his night shirt, taking more greedy inhales of his scent, causing Rhys’s arms to tighten around her.

He moved onto his back, gently bringing Feyre with him to lay half on his chest. Her right leg quickly swung over his, and she pulled herself closer against him, still covered entirely by the blankets.

Rhys moved to pull the blanket down and look at her, but she grabbed the edge of it before it could reveal her.

“Darling,” Rhys started, “Is everything alright?”

She mumbled something against his chest before releasing the blanket.

“What was that, sweet omega?”

She let out breathy sigh of contentment before answering him. “I just don’t feel like getting out of bed today, alpha.”

“And keeping the blanket over your head accomplishes that… how?” Rhys asked playfully, attempting to move the blanket down again.

Feyre let him, tilting her head up from his chest to look up at him.

“There she is,” Rhys breathed, staring his mate in the eyes, a soft smile on his face and a tender, loving look in his eyes. A small smile spread across her lips, and she pushed the side of her head against him again, taking another lungful of his scent in.

“Is my little omega feeling needy today?” She nodded her head, and he pressed a long kiss to the top of her head, scenting her at the same time.

“I know we have that meeting with Keir…” Feyre started, trailing off.

Rhys picked up on where she was heading with it, asking “Did you want to skip out on this one, darling?” Another nod from Feyre, and he brought a hand up to caress her head, slowly massaging it. “That’s fine by me darling, I’ll take Az with me and be back as soon as we can, if that’s okay with you?”

Feyre let out a small whine at the suggestion, wanting to stay exactly where she is.

A soft chuckle escaped Rhys’s lips. “I know, sweet thing. I will make it as short a meeting as possible, even if it means throwing Keir in the dungeons.”

Feyre scoffed. “Like you don’t want to do that every day, alpha.”

Rhys hummed into her hair. “I suppose that’s true. But regardless omega, I will be back from the dreadfully boring meeting and you can keep me in bed all you want for the rest of the day. Does that sound alright to you darling?”

Feyre stuck her lip out, looking up at him again. “I suppose it will have to do… can we at least do breakfast in bed?”

“Of course, darling. Will you let me get up of should ask if Nuala can bring it to us?” Feyre shoved her face back into Rhys’s chest. “Nuala it is,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

They stayed wrapped together until Nuala knocked on the door, and Rhys disentangled himself from Feyre’s tight grasp, resisting the urge to fall back into the bed at the soft whines escaping her.

He walked over to the door, opening it and taking the tray from Nuala, thanking her before shutting the door and padding back over to the bed where Feyre had sat up against the headboard with pillows piled at her back.

They ate their food in a comfortable silence, Feyre leaning her head on Rhys’s shoulder between bites.

“Are you sure you’re okay, darling?” He asked once more, taking a bite of fruit right after.

“I am perfectly fine Rhys, I just feel like having a nice, lazy day with my mate. But I promise I can wait a few hours, Rhys,” she reassured him, flashing him a smile. Rhys eyed her for a moment.

“If you’re sure, Fey.”

She ate her last bite of toast and nodded her head in assurance. “I promise Rhys. I might even go shopping in town today, it might be good for me to get a short walk in before we stay in bed the rest of the day,” she said, trouble dancing in her eyes.

Rhys’s eyes mirrored her own, and after moving the tray to the end of the bed he held out a hand to her. “Shower with me first, my love?”

Feyre grabbed his hand, and they both beelined their way to the bathroom, shucking off their clothes as they went.

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The air was crisp, still early enough into the season of spring to have the bite of winter on some days. Rhys had left the town house a while before her, winnowing Azriel with him to the Hewn City for their meeting with Keir. Before she had left, Cerridwen had made sure to wrap a scarf around Feyre’s neck and a hat on her head, warning her that it was still a bit cold out this morning.

The Palace of Thread and Jewels was already alive with shoppers, all of them out with a purpose.

Feyre didn’t have one.

She didn’t truly need to buy anything today, but if Rhys wasn’t in bed with her then she needed something to distract her. And looking at beautiful fabrics seemed like a decent enough way to do it.

She passed a few shops, the rich colors and buttery soft looking materials were lovely, but not quite enough to draw her past the doors.

Until she found the most amazing, cutest store.

Feyre isn’t much for cute things, but seeing the small, stuffed Illyrian warriors displayed in the window, along with other types of fae and different creatures from all around Prythian. While she was certain most of them were deadly in their own right, the creator of the plush creatures had managed to keep the essence of them while making them adorable as well.

But the Illyrian ones… those were her favorite.

She pushed the door open, almost in a trance as her feet led her over to the display. She picked up one that had striking violet eyes and raven hair, the wings sticking up proudly.

A perfect little miniature of her husband, her mate, her alpha. The only thing missing was his scent.

That, she would rectify once she was home with him.

She turned away from the display, and walked further into the store.

There were a few adorable feline creatures, and she picked up one that was black with small stars embroidered in its eyes. This one would be nice, too.

Two should be fine. Two is good. They would look cute on their bed, nestled in with the mound of pillows Feyre had left against the headboard.

Feyre turned towards the counter, ready to purchase her new adorable plushies. That’s when she spotted the lunar collection, full of moons of varying sizes and cycles, as well as differently colored stars.

“Ah, High Lady, thank you for visiting our shop!” The clerk at the counter greeted, snapping Feyre out of her slight daze.

“I am happy to be here, you have some wonderful creations here!” Feyre said excitedly, looking over at the moons and stars again.

The clerk looked down at the ones already in her hand and smiled at what she saw. “I see you found one of our High Lord, it’s quite popular for young children.” Feyre blinked at her, unsure of what she meant. “The High Lord is our protector, the one who has kept this city safe through so much. There is not much that is more comforting to the children of Velaris than him, High Lady.”

“Oh.” Feyre smiled then, realizing how much her husband, her wonderful mate was loved by those in his, their, court. “That makes me happy to hear, thank you.”

The clerk smiled back, and turned her attention back to the plushies. “Was that all you were wanting today?”

Feyre set them on the counter, but looked back to those lunar plushies again. She walked over and grabbed a full moon about as wide across as her arm, and a blue and violet star, one for Rhys and one for her, the returned to the counter.

“Perfect, High Lady-”

“Please, call me Feyre.”

“Alright, Feyre, will you be using your line of credit today?”

“Yes, please. And a bag of two, if you have them.”

A few minutes later after saying goodbye, Feyre walked back out into the street, laden with two bags on her arms.

And only a few minutes later, she was drawn into another store.

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After a while longer, Feyre had returned to the town house, burdened with far more purchases than she had intended., and a few custom ordered blankets and matching pillows on the way.

She dropped the bags to the ground, and stopped to take off her outerwear before picking them up again.

Feyre dragged herself up the stairs to her and Rhys’s bedroom, bags feeling heavier by the step. But then, she was in front of their bed. Their wonderful, cushy bed. But it needed more.

She proceeded to rip apart the bags, placing all the new pillows and blankets along the outer edges of the bed, loving the way all of the purples, blues, and black looked in the arrangement.

Now all that was missing was the plush creatures, and Feyre could crawl back into bed and take a nap until Rhys got home.

Feyre grabbed them all in her arms, and carefully made her way over the pile at the foot of the bed, and started arranging them around where she was planning to rest her head.

Once that was done, Feyre made her way back off the bed and over to the wardrobe, looking for something comfortable to wear. She looked through her side, then through Rhys’s. But nothing felt right. Until she eyed his sleep shirt from this morning where they had dropped it in their haste to get in the shower.

She quickly pulled it on, pulling the collar up to her nose and inhaling deep. Citrus and sea. Mate. Alpha.

Her body went slack, nearly toppling over from the relief spreading through her. Now she could get into bed and wait for her alpha to return to her.

She pulled one of the blankets that was on the bed this morning over her, nuzzling her face down into and grabbing the Illyrian plush, holding it tight in her arms.

It only took a few minutes for her to fall asleep, part of her that felt off after waking soothed now, happy with whatever it was shopping had accomplished for her.

She was awoken by the door snicking shut softly, and footsteps leading towards the bed, and a wash of citrus and sea came over her.

“Pretty, perfect omega. Are you nesting, darling?” Rhys asked gently when she turned her head to look at him. Feyre only pouted up at him, confused at to why he wasn’t already in the bed with her.

“What’s nesting?” She asked, and anger immediately colored Rhys’s expression. “Am I… is it bad?” She didn’t think so, not with the praise he had greeted her with.

“No, no darling. It’s nothing that you’ve done, it’s the fact that those buffoons over in Spring couldn’t even bother to explain to you your additional biology.” Rhys leaned against one of the bedposts, crossing his arms. “Nesting is something that an omega does before they go into heat. They did explain to you what a heat is, right?” Feyre nodded, remembering that horrid conversation with Ianthe well. “Well then, darling, it appears as if you’re going to have your first heat soon, if you’ve never nested before this.” Feyre nodded again. Rhys shifted his weight back onto his feet, bending slightly as though he wanted to prowl across the bed towards her, before he stopped. “Am I allowed to come in, omega?”

“Of course, alpha. Why didn’t you come in already?” She asked as he took off his shoes and jacket.

“It can be an issue if the omega is feeling vulnerable at all, so it’s best to ask each time. And, it’s simply good manners, darling,” he said, sliding into the nest next to her.

“Mm. You’re so polite, alpha.” Feyre lifted the blanket, tossing the edge over Rhys and moving closer to him, her arm still wrapped around his plush form.

“I do like what you’ve done with the nest, omega.” Rhys placed a kiss on her forehead, bringing his hand to her neck and rubbing along the mating mark. Feyre let out a soft sigh, pressing her neck into his hand. “You went shopping and brought such pretty, soft, adorable things into this nest, and it is absolutely perfect, darling.”

The praise made a shiver go up her spine, and she let out a soft mewl and pressed her body into his, slinging her top arm and leg over him, the Illyrian plush now pressed between their chests.

“And what’s this, sweet thing?” He asked, pulling it up just a bit to get a better look at it. “Awe, Feyre, you got a little mini me?” She nodded eagerly, her omega hoping desperately that he approved of it. “I love it, darling. It is so adorable, and now when you have morning you don’t want to be alone but I’m busy, you’ll have a little piece of me with you.” Feyre nodded again, a question ready to burst through her lips.

“Would you…? Could you…?”

“Yes omega?”

Feyre’s cheeks burned. “Can you make it smell like you? For… for when you’re gone. I like… I need to have your scent around me, alpha,” she said, stuttering slightly over her words.

Rhys’s lips split in a wide smile, the joyful one he reserves for the people and moments he loves the most. “I would love to make it smell like me for you, darling.”

He kissed Feyre’s lips gently, and wrapped his arms around her.

“My sweet, perfect, adorable omega. I love you.”

Feyre giggled, kissing him again. “My wonderful, strong, amazing alpha. I love you too.”

If this is what nesting got Feyre, the softest and sweetest side of Rhys for days, then she was fine with whatever else came after it.

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brittle-doughie · 10 months ago

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Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

#brittle speaks #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader #crob #astronaut cookie #xylitol nova cookie #cookie run update

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wri0thesley · 2 years ago

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hmm.... alpha!diluc suddenly rutting into you during your shifts to clean his office,,, keeps saying sorry but can't help to pull your body further into his and thrust like he can fuck you through your pretty skirt and blouse. it's even better if he himself doesn't even know why he's fucking you! it just feels right, you just smell so sweet, like an omega perhaps? can't be, right?

or mister alhaitham and kaveh suspecting that their lovely little roommate may hide more behind their charmingly nervous little smiles and wandering eyes, and perhaps they get to explore that secret further when they peek into your room and get a whiff of your mouth-watering, unsuppressed scent so clearly in heat, and lo and behold, there you are, squirming around in your nest in need of an alpha to plow you... or maybe two.

not that i don't love the thought of kaveh and alhaitham but nfgjkdhbvgnfb the diluc thoughts getting to me . . .

cw: dub-con, a/b/o dynamics (omegas are rare and valuable), power dynamics (maid/master), grinding, breeding talk, reader is afab and wears a maid uniform but no other pronouns/gendered terms are used.

You had been so careful.

You had to be careful, of course; if your status had been known fully, you'd be cossetted and coddled somewhere else, paraded about for your rarity and not allowed to live the normal life you wanted. So you'd taken your pills and suppressants (bought from a sympathetic doctor in Liyue, though he charged Teyvat for the privilege), and had gotten yourself a nice little job in the Dawn Winery, where you avoided the alpha in charge as much as possible and reported to the head housemaid instead.

You'd memorised Diluc's schedule, in fact; so that on days like today, when you were scheduled to clean his office or rooms he frequented, you could avoid running into the man himself. He ought not to have been in here! Despite the suppressants and the heavy perfume you wear, sometimes an alpha close to a rut can sense something awry with you, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't noticed how strong and broad and kind Diluc could be and what a good mate he would be for you - so better safe than sorry, you'd thought.

Your attempts to be safe had all been for naught the moment you had stepped into the office in your little maid uniform and a pair of inquisitive crimson eyes had looked up at you and you'd understood, immediately, that though Diluc was not in his rut yet, it was only a matter of days - and though your perfume is strong, though your suppressants are the best your wages can buy . . . it is not going to be enough.

He takes a deep breath and you find yourself shivering where you stand as all of the scents assault you at once; amber and firewood and cedar and fruit, comfort and safety and strength. Alpha alpha alpha. His nose wrinkles. He stands without thinking, and before you know it Diluc Ragnvindr is standing in front of you, strong arms caging you against a wall, his face lowering to nose at your neck.

"Your scent . . ." He rumbles, low in his throat. "You're . . ."

"Master Diluc," you whisper out, dry-throated. You can feel that between your thighs is getting damp at the proximity of him - but there's still time, isn't there? You can still assuage him? Your body roars out for more, but Diluc blinks stickiness back from his eyelids and steps away from you, a flush creeping into his cheeks that's part embarrassment and part something else.

"I'm so sorry," he says to you. "I don't know what came over me. Perhaps . . . Ah. Perhaps I haven't been keeping on top of my timekeeping." He gives you a forced smile, too many of his teeth showing - and your body reacts, empty sex pulsing about nothing, as you imagine those teeth digging into that soft, sensitive part of your neck as he gives you a mating mark so no other alphas will ever look at you again. "Please, get on with your work. I'll be at my desk."

He looks a little confused as he slowly walks back to the chair. Even an alpha in heat shouldn't be this affected by a beta; he must know that. Still. You suppose omegas are rare enough that the thought hasn't even crossed his mind (though surely a man of his station could get his hands on one, if he had a mind to--).

You swallow back the desire and set about your task.

It does not take long for things to build up.

You can feel it coalescing and swirling in the air; your suppressants aren't exactly meant for this kind of close-contact time with an alpha who is almost in rut, and even you can tell that Diluc is a particularly potent alpha. His foot taps distractedly against the leg of his chair, fingers drumming on parchment, as you try not to seem lascivious when you lean over to dust a bookshelf.

(It's hard. Part of you wants him to lose control; to pounce on you and rip and tear at your clothes and have his way with you right here in his office when you should be tending to your duties, and the more you think such thoughts the more you can feel your own heat, only a few days away yourself, clawing at the edges of your consciousness as warmth licks up your stomach and sets your thighs ablaze with need).

It's almost a relief when Diluc moves. When you feel him press against you, and you are trapped suddenly bent over a sideboard you had been cleaning, the thick length of him pressing through his trousers and against your rear in the maid uniform.

"I'm s-so sorry," he mumbles, but he's leaning his head down again, breathing you in. "You don't know how good you smell to me. . ." Big, gloved fingers slide up your outer thighs, rucking up your skirts. "You're delicious. . ."

"Master Diluc," you breathe out again, but this time there is not a hint of chastisement in it; how can there be, when he feels so right pressing against you? He groans aloud at the sound of your voice - a submissive, trembling little thing - and slowly, slowly, grinds his crotch against you. You don't even realise he's spreading your legs apart until you feel the same outline of his cock pressing against the seam between your thighs, the damp valley where your underwear clings to your slick sex. "O-oh . . ."

Your breath comes out in a hot puff of air as he slides his hips backwards and forwards.

"Archons . . . I'm sorry, but . . . you're dripping wet," Diluc mumbles into your ear. "And that smells just as delicious as the rest of you. I could just . . . eat you up."

Those gloved hands are suddenly sliding up your stomach, your sternum, to tug at your blouse until buttons pop and his burning hot mouth can lower to your shoulder. The graze of his teeth across bare skin makes you whine aloud, even as he begins to frot against you in earnest. The front of Diluc's trousers is soaked through with a mixture of your slick and his own precome. It wraps around you again, a tattoo in your heart: alpha alpha alpha.

"I . . . shouldn't." He's gasping, far gone, as he drags down your undergarments so your tits spill free too. Thumbs rub over your nipples, stiffening them even further. You're trembling in his hold, overcome with want, trapped and quivering and needy. "Oh, Archons . . ." His breath comes out shuddering. "I'm sorry, little maid--"

"Please," you whisper out, as he pinches your nipples roughly and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through you. You're surprised he hasn't bore a hole through his trousers, the friction of him rutting against you so hot you can barely breathe. Your own voice whines and pitches. "Alpha--"

He's too far gone to even notice. You have to fumble with your underwear, dragging it down your thighs; fingers brushing the buttoned placket of his trousers clumsily. He hisses at the sensation of your warm palm against where he's so sensitive. When he speaks, his voice is all running together and you know he's fallen over the precipice.

"Need you," he grunts, and then, an afterthought; "Ah . . . 'm sorry. Don't know why . . ." One hand lets go of your breast. Clumsy unbuttoning, and then his bare cock is slapping against the folds of your cunt, the tip weeping precome as it nudges against your clit. "Feel so good--"

And he's right. It does feel so good. All of those other thoughts you've ever had - the dislike of belonging to an alpha, of being marked and treated like a sweet little docile pet, of being bred and fucked and coddled during your heat and their rut . . . All of them slide out of your mind as the tip of Diluc's cock presses inside of you and your mind turns into nothing but pleasant haze.

You wonder if he'll realise whilst he fucks you.

If he does, you hope he marks and mates you for good.

#a/b/o for ts #not sfw text #dub con for ts #genshin impact posting #drabble #writing

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mygwenchan · 1 year ago

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I felt like making a list of typical Omegaverse things that were shown in Pit Babe for those who aren't that familiar with the genre. So here it is ^^

Alphas have special abilities: Typically alphas possess an array of special abilities that sets them apart from betas and omegas. They're stronger, faster and smarter. In Babe's case, he seems to be a rarity even among alphas with his especially heightened senses.

Scent: Scent and pheromones are one of the key components of the A/B/O universe. They can tell someone if they have met a suitable partner, they indicate if an omega goes into heat and they also come in handy while facing an opponent. Babe is quite unusual, because he likes to make out with other alphas. However, the strong scent of another alpha, especially during arousal, kind of works like a repellent towards other alphas. Imagine being bombarded with a really unpleasant smell, doesn't sound so nice, right? So as a fellow alpha, Babe would either go into fight mode or take his leave. That's why he pushed that guy away in the beginning and complained about his smell. It's also why Babe is pleasantly surprised that Charlie doesn't seem to have pheromones at all!

An alpha's confidence: Babe is a cocky little shit and Charlie is relentless and confident in his own right. That is all XD

Going for the neck: Both Charlie and Babe kissed and nibbled the other's neck a lot. That's also pretty common for an omegaverse. The neck or shoulder is the place where an alpha usually bites his mate to mark them and stake his claim :)

#pit babe meta #pit babe #pit babe the series #gwen's watchlist #pit babe ep1

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 9 months ago

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My Old man's tale about benetint (product) & review:

in summer 2008 i was 14 & my best friend's family took me to Vegas w them. she had only just moved to my school for 9th grade & i hadn't met her older sister til this trip. She was 21 & soooo insanely beautiful like if barbie was a hollister model she had the look so refined in every sense, i was dazzled by her.

& she was so sweet to us, my friends parents went & did their own thing so the whole trip we spent with her but she wasn't annoyed about it at all she seemed content to hang w us & protect us from vile men along the strip.

On this trip i went to sephora for the first time. hadn't heard of it before. it had huge windows so everything was glowing from sunlight & it was sooo overwhelming. my friend's sister liked this brand benefit so i picked out a little starter kit that came w bad gal mascara, high beam highlighter, booing concealer, and benetint.. Let me tell you for the next year i cherished this kit like it elevated me a new level towards Prestiged Adult Woman status. but the makeup was noticeably nicer quality for sure! from my memory at least.

the thing i remember most was benetint cus i wore it soooo much for the rest of the summer & beyond, i stretched that tiny bottle as far as it wld go cus i luved it sm.. but after it ran out i never tried to use it again idk just being a teen moving onto the next thing. But lately i jst rly wanted a goood lip tiiiint cus i dont wanna b wearing lipstick or gloss all the time its too much i just want chapstick but i like a little more color too.. usually i wld use lip liner but it always felt like it wld smudge off so quick n its kinda drying.

so i tried benetint again bcus i remember it being so easy to put on n then just forget about, it didnt get on ur clothes or teeth or nothin. after wearing for a couple weeks i can say this is still tru! i rly like it, very convenient, chapstick goes gr8 over top so my lips r never dry from it. its kind of expensive but it lasts a long time , for me i dnt have much makeup rn so felt nice to get st i actually use ^^ the taste & smell of it are mildly rosey, rly brings me back to those times..

being in vegas those 4 days w my friend n her sis are definitely a core memory for me it was totally surreal. i wish i had photos still but no clue where to find them, my friend's fb account got hacked years ago n had to get deleted, so many photos gone </3 we stayed at treasure island & across the street was this huge mall that was repeatedly playing an ipod commercial with the song Shut Up & Let Me Go by the ting-tings, like... ON REPEAT, ALL DAY & ALL NIGHT, so that song gives me the wildest flashbacls like i'm literally There. In the august heat. i can smell it like. its amazing thank you advertising :)

this is not an ad btw i mean obviously LOL i honestly just got thinking so hard about vegas '08 after purchasing The Product. oh yeah there was thunderstorms too... i went to hot topic at the mall which was wild for me since they didnt have one any where near my town.. i got some shorts from hollister i remember, also a rarity. friends sis got me my first ever drink, a peach daquiri...just one <3 it was such a nice break from my woeful home life lol i wanted to live in america so bad after this xD

thats my story...o and benetint is chill i mean i genuinely wanted to recommend it to ppl who want st simple it looks rly pretty cus until this i was struggling to find anything worthwhile. theres other shades too. Yup. Thanksyou for reading my LiveJournal Entry tonight minasan ^_^ Hope you're well x

-PMD9

#frossworld #pochitareviews

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eyesofshinigami · 3 months ago

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A/B/O rarity sounds interesting, for wip weekend. The world building implications 👀

A week late and a dollar short, but here is some Rarity for you!

As soon as the pleasure receded, however, reality came crashing back into him. He could never tell anyone about this. No one could ever know. No one could ever see him like this. Not to mention, he had so much shit to figure out now, everything that their pathetic excuse for sex ed glossed over because the odds of anyone presenting like this were next to impossible.

Of course it would be Steve. Of course it would be.

Thankfully, his parents stayed gone, not due to come home for at least another three weeks. Normally, that would bother him, but he was thankful for their extended period of neglect. It gave Steve the chance to quietly call his pediatrician and explain the situation, setting up an appointment because she was just as used to Steve’s parents being gone as he was. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was calm about it, telling him they had some bloodwork and other exams she would need to perform to confirm. He didn’t tell her that the pussy between his legs was probably enough proof, but instead he nodded along and told her he would arrange a way to get there in the coming week.

Steve also made time to get down to the library, slinking between the shelves to find what he was looking for. He was too embarrassed to ask the librarian for help and too afraid that someone would overhear him. Some of the other boys asked about it for the sake of pointing at pictures and laughing, and the last thing Steve wanted was to be that kid either. He needed to figure out what exactly he was supposed to do.

Most of the books he found in the biology section were pretty vague. He knew that not a lot was known about the Alphan and Omegan genes, even when experimental trials and things were conducted. It was rare, little was known about why it happened or how it happened. So, Steve gave up and grabbed a different biology book off the shelf, one with diagrams for men and women in them that might be more helpful.

It was weird, the idea that he was going to have heats and cycles and eventually, maybe, get pregnant. It wasn’t an unappealing idea, if Steve was completely honest with himself. Not that it could ever happen while he lived in a place like Hawkins, or if his parents ever found out about his presentation. His dad would probably try to have something drastic done, like hormones or surgery or… Steve shuddered just thinking about it. No, best to just keep it to himself.

He did end up finding one book that talked a little bit about the difference between Alphas and Omegas, that talked about scent-sharing and nest-building. About how the regular human populace wouldn’t be able to scent him, not even when he was going into heat, but another Omega or an Alpha would be. The book talked a little bit about heats, but Steve felt his face burn when it got to the parts about breeding and knotting.

He slammed the book shut, figuring that was probably enough for the day. He’d left with more questions than answers, but maybe his doctor would be able to help him more with that.

#steddie #wip weekend #a/b/o rarity #les writes things

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Our Little Bird: Rusty Nail x gn!reader x Bo Sinclair

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, slut shaming (?), angst with a happy ending.

A/N: @bisexual-horror-fan is hosting something called Multi-May! Or for some reason I called it PolyMay, all month she is posting Polyam focused fics! I wanted to participate so I chose my babies Rusty Nail and Bo Sinclair!

You shift awkwardly in the grocery store trying to pay attention to what you need to get in the isle you are currently in. Rusty and Bo needed to run some errands and said they’d meet you back at the grocery store. They said it wasn’t supposed to take that long. It’s been almost an hour. They usually never left you alone this long, mostly because you had a habit of attracting unwanted attention.

It isn’t your fault. Really it isn’t. Alphas see an omega by themself and all they wanna do is talk, make sure they’re okay, see if they’re single and maybe or maybe not move on. You bite your nails and try to focus back in on the list, humming to the music that played in the store.

Your nose picks up on a group of omegas coming towards you and you furrow your brows absolutely confused on what they could want.

There’s a strong grip on your shoulder as an Omega turns you around. You see four of them crowding around you. Your heart picks up its pace.

What did you do this time?

“So how’d you end up with two Alphas?” The one who grabbed your shoulder asks, she’s shorter than you, and looks a little older, she reeks of burnt sugar and sour blackberry. You try not to gag.

You shrug and look at the small group, not really wanting to talk to them.

“So what, you just spread your legs and they came running towards you?” Her jaw clenches as she looks at you with disgust. You shake your head absolutely hurt by her assumption.

“No! I- I dunno! They just saved me and both wanted me! I don’t know how to explain it.” Your hand fumbles with your tucked in t-shirt.

“Look at me Omega.”

Your heart clenches and because of your nature, you look up at the other Omega and whine lowly. You’re always such a great listener.

“You know Alphas are a rarity. All omegas know that. Yet you still decided to take two for yourself. You’re a selfish slut, you don’t deserve either one of them. I bet they hate having to share you. Bet they think you’re cheating right now. In fact I bet that’s what you were doing. Wanting a third, maybe a fourth to scent you. Well you’re not getting them!” The Omegas claws grip and dig into your cheek, you whimper loudly and that’s when you smell a mix of cedar wood, whiskey, fresh rain, and engine exhaust.

Your heart picks up pace. “Please.” You beg between squished cheeks. “They’re close by, if you could just back up so they don’t hurt you, I won’t tell them!” More whines come from your chest. They cause your ears to ring and you’re sure it bothers the groups ears too. The woman doesn’t let go until it’s too late. Your boyfriends storm into the isle, she looks over at them backs off with a disgusted look.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you. But you better stay away from our Omega.” Bo growls, Rusty comes up to you and holds your face gently, checking to see if her nails dug too far into you. “You okay little bird?” Rusty rumbles, you lie and nod.

“I ain’t jokin’ either. Causin’ them distress like that. I’m sure an Alpha wouldn’t claim you regardless if we were a rarity or not. Especially the way you’re actin’. Now git!”

Bo turns and faces you. Your heart rate slows as you calm down. Bo kisses your scent gland gently. “Are you okay? Sorry about takin’ so long. Line got held up. We’ll make sure one of us stays with you next time.”

Your eyes don’t focus on anything really. It’s all blurry, you just quietly nod your head and let Bo do the rest of the shopping.

You hear Rusty and Bo talking but don’t focus on anything they actually say, Rusty’s calloused hand holds yours and you just stare at the ground.

You are selfish. You’re a whore and you really could’ve just had one partner. One Alpha or even Beta to call your own. But no you had to get claimed by two of them, because you just couldn’t pick. Now you’re practically taking all of the resources. Greedy bitch.

Rusty and Bo know something is up with you. Your Cherry and Coconut smells burnt to a crisp .Their hearts ache for you to feel better. They wanna kill that omega for whatever she had said to you. You hate confrontation especially confrontation in public so Rusty and Bo silently decided to wait until the three of you get home to talk.

Groceries are brought up and put away. Bo and Rusty watch as you silently go up to your shared bedroom to lay down.

Rusty’s knuckles crack as his fists turn white.

“I’ll kill that damn bitch myself. Won’t take long for me to find her she smells of envy, sour and disgusting. Doin’ somethin’ horrible to our birdie’s mind.”

Bo huffs, he feels just as angry as Rusty. But one of them has to be rational while the other isn’t.

“I wanna kill her too. But we gotta think about birdie right now and what they would want.”

That hurt Bo to say more than anything. Not because he doesn’t want to put you first but because that bitch deserves to be put down.

Rusty and him take a few deep breaths. Something you taught the both of them so they would clear their minds. Then they make their way up the steps.

The bedroom door is shut and Rusty knocks before entering. Your smell is spread all over the bedsheets, you’re curled and looking out the window.

They come around you and crouch down.

“Birdie come here.” Rusty whispers, you look away and hesitate before getting up and sitting in the man’s lap. Bo gets as close as he can facing both of you and kisses your face gently. “Tell us what’s wrong. We wanna make you feel better. Hurts us seein’ you like this.” Rusty rubs his thumb between your brows soothingly.

Your body knows better than to deny him.

“Told me I was selfish for letting two alphas mark me. Told me how rare you guys were and that I was a slut and they said that they bet I’d spread my legs for any alpha. B-but I wouldn’t! It’s not my fault that you two marked me and I marked you two but it feels like my fault! I don’t like it! Because-Because then I am greedy! I should’ve never met you two then I wouldn’t have been so greedy.” You sob loudly. Bo and Rusty let out a small whine. You just barely hear it.

“Oh birdie. Ya ain’t selfish. Relationships happen like this all the time. An alpha ain’t selfish for wantin’ multiple omegas, a beta ain’t selfish for wantin’ an alpha and an omega, and an omega ain’t selfish for wantin’ two alphas. Etcetera Etcetera. I don’t want you thinkin’ that. That omega hasn’t found no one to be hers and she’s just angry because you found two people to be yours.” Bo explains, you nod your head, confirming you understand.

“If anyone’s selfish it’s both of us for wantin’ you little bird.” Rusty says.

Your heart flutters a little and you smile. Rusty picks you up and kicks off his shoes before moving to the bed, Bo follows closely behind him and the two of you squish you into a sandwich. They kiss your face and scent glands. Their hands move to feel you all over, finally you feel full comfort in the whole situation. You kiss both of them on the cheeks. You hum in contentment.

No you weren’t selfish, they weren’t either. Fate wanted you to be with two alphas and that was something society was just going to have to deal with.

#house of wax #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail #joyride 2 #bo sinclair x reader x rusty nail

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anony-geist · 1 year ago

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Normal headcanons: what's their favourite kind of food

Me: Blood type headcanons.

Jonathan: O- (4/4 vampires so far agree, that boy looks too tempting. Incidentally the preferred mosquito type.)

Lucy: AB+ (For the Jonathan parallels. And for the rarity in Britain because she's special. And because of reasons.)

Mina: O- (So she can give to Lucy and Jonathan if they need her.)

Jack: O+ (So he can give to all his 3 friends and Lucy if they need him.)

Van Helsing: A+

Arthur: B+

Quincey: O+ (Or A+ for American+)

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina harker #lucy westenra #jack seward #arthur holmwood #abraham van helsing #quincey morris

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princesscolumbia · 5 months ago

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Pride Month 2024 - Day 6

I got so caught up in getting a chapter of Code of Ethics posted I almost forgot today's Pride Month entry!

So I'm delaying the Tumblr post for the new chapter until tomorrow so I can do this tonight.

And for today's Gender™️-fueled entry...welcome to the Omegaverse! 😈

Sunset Shimmer has the misfortune to stumble onto a human world that mirrors her home to an uncanny degree, save for one thing; it exists in The Omegaverse. These humans developed traits commonly associated with wolves. Alphas become the leaders and find mates with Omegas, Betas are the majority of the population. When Sunset Shimmer transited to this world, she did so via a magical portal that "rewrote" her base form, but there's a catch: Where any human to transit into this universe by a similar method, their own mythologies and histories usually include werewolves and the magic could pattern the visitor after the visitor's native Archana-canid Sapiens. Equestria has no such being in its history or legends. But there is one intelligent species in Equestria that is quite common and has the traits in its biology, social structure, and power dynamic to match the human world. Sunset must navigate an unfamiliar world in a strange body that seems to be betraying her at every turn, and Celestia must deal with challenges never before faced by an Alpha to keep her pack members and the secret to Sunset's unique nature hidden from the world. Because Sunset Shimmer is not an ordinary Alpha, she's a…Deviation

I cannot say my first exposure to the Omegaverse was in 2022 when I found my first Ranma 1/2 Omegaverse fic. I didn't, in fact, even know that it was an Omegaverse fic. I just saw a Ranma 1/2 fic whose premise was unknown enough to me that I might have actually found a Ranmafic I couldn't guess the plot and dialog for (long story). And upon being captivated by this creation I checked the tags to see if I could find other stuff that fell into the same category...and saw #omegaverse in the tags.

And now, a re-enactment of my reaction: "Wait, THAT'S what 'Omegaverse' means?!?!"

See, I'd been seeing the tags floating around various spaces online but didn't know what it meant, what it indicated, and legit thought it was just another franchise I hadn't heard of and didn't have the bandwidth or spoons to look up. Knock me over with a feather when I found out it was an entire meta-fandom all its own (like furries) and it was all about the Gender and was fertile soil for ALL SORTS OF COOL WORLD BUILDING!

Plus it means I giggle like a teenager hearing the number '69' when I hear the word 'knot.'

It's also the first fic I started experimenting with the custom CSS (called "work skins" by AO3) that let me do some cool stuff like this:

The same fic on FiMFiction (which had, once upon a time, been my preferred publication destination for my fics...but it's MLP-only, so I can't really post my Ranma or She-ra stuff there) doesn't look nearly as good:

That said, if you prefer the FiMFiction site for reasons that have nothing to do with fic formatting, by all means check the work out there using this link:

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 11 months ago

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Ninth Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

You watched as the flames flickered in the fireplace, ignoring the buzz of your phone again. The library was your favourite room in the X Pack’s house. Dark bookcases lined the walls with a mix of the classics and modern tales along the shelves.

“You’re gonna have to answer that at some point” pushed Logan.

You sighed and flipped your phone over, so it was face down on the couch you were curled up on.

“I don’t know who it is.“ you lied.

“Oh so it’s not Frank then? Trying to make sure that you’re not on your own at Christmas, I didn’t realise you were on such close terms with them.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up the phone, then at least he’d stop calling me.”

“What? he called you? Why would he do that?”

“I’m guessing because he cares. He called the Coulsons too.”

“How did he even know I was here?”

“Well, your list of friends isn’t exactly long, is it?”

“Rude.”

“And it doesn’t really take a rocket scientist, or Sherlock Holmes to figure out where you’d be. Either you’re gonna be back home, which is very unlikely, or with someone you know.”

“Not necessarily. I’ve spent Christmas alone before.”

“But it ain’t pleasant kid, take it from someone who knows and understands.”

You huffed and looked up at the ceiling.

“You can stay as long as you need to”

You nodded and let out a broken thank you.

“But I might need a favour?”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re asking a favour of a witch that isn’t yours Logan?”

“I am.”

“Go on then. Although I’m not into women if you’re wanting to turn your throuple into a quad.”

“Ha ha ha” Logan replied dryly “I think I’ve got my hands full without throwing you into the mix.”

You snorted with laughter.

“Yeah you might have a point.”

“It is about them though, well, us.”

“OK. This is very vague so far.”

“Jean and I are ready for pups.”

“And Storm?” You answered quickly.

“She’s partly ready.”

“Again vague.”

“She’s scared.”

“Well being a mother is scary. Birth is scary. Even being pregnant can be scary for some.”

“And throw in being a witch into the mix and it’s got her, well, even more scared than she should be.”

“Do you usually dictate how your mates should feel?”

Logan held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s not what I meant.” he sighed “I, how do I put this without sounding like an asshole alpha?”

You said nothing but raised an eyebrow.

“I already sound like one don’t I?”

“I mean……”

“Yes you do.” Came a voice from the doorway. Jean.

“You understand her in ways we never can” she added as she set herself down beside you.

Logan went to interrupt but was cut off by a firm look from his mate.

“You can understand her where we can’t. We don’t know what it’s like to be an omega. To be an omega witch. To be a rarity. When your powers have been a cause of pain, ridicule and questionable childhoods.”

You shot her a stern look.

“And where do I fit in this?” you asked.

“She’s scared her powers will get out of control when the labour starts.” Jean replied.

“Getting ahead of yourselves aren’t you? She’s not pregnant yet.”

“Exactly, she’s not off birth control. She won’t even consider it without having a plan in place.” Logan snarked.

“And that’s her choice and we have to respect that.” Jean added.

“I’m not going to ask her to come off birth control or convince her to let you knock her up just because it’s what you want!” you quipped back.

“Damn straight sister.” Came another voice and Storm stepped out of the shadows.

Both Logan and Jean eyes went wide with shock.

“How? Why couldn’t we smell you?” Logan almost barked.

“A concealing spell, a damn good one!” Jean frowned.

“Oh I wonder where she learnt that.” You sniggered.

Storm perched herself on the arm of the couch you were sitting on and started to play with your hair and smirked.

Jean and Logan glanced at each other. Storm hadn’t taken the overheard conversation as badly as they’d thought. They quickly discovered they were wrong, as she opened the bond and rushed her emotions through it.

“Don’t ever pull this shit again!” Storm snapped. “You aren’t as discreet as you think you are. White wolf ears, remember?”

“We thought you were sleeping.” Logan replied

“Well, that’s your own dumbass fault.” You quipped.

Storm’s expression softened as she looked down at you, still fiddling with your hair.

“We’ve already spoken. Y/N has agreed to be around during the pregnancy and during the labour. Logan you can speak to the Coulsons about a long term rental on the cottage and you two will be paying for it.”

Logan rolled his eyes as Jean replied.

“Of course.”

“You didn’t tell them the best part!” you added, smirking at Logan.

“Oh of course, she’s going to be godmother.”

“What!!?” Logan was quick to reply.

“Storm, that’s usually a mate decision.” Jean added.

“Yeah, so is trying for a baby.” she quipped back.

Jean and Logan locked eyes and it was obvious to you and Storm that they were mind linking.

“Well, it makes complete sense. Whoever guides our pup safely into the world should be a godparent.” Jean confirmed.

“And that’s me. You’re welcome.” you replied.

“Great, now we’ll never be rid of her.” Logan threw in and you snorted with laughter.

Meanwhile on the other side of Brookville……….

Steve stood learning against the window frame looking out on to the packs land. Two years ago he had a letter in his hand telling him of his inheritance and now his pack were settled.

Well as settled as a bunch of ex-military reprobates could be.

“Uncle Steve” called a little voice pulling his attention away from the window. He looked down to see Lila, Clint’s middle child, starting to climb his leg.

“You k?”

“Yeah, sweetheart I’m ok.” Steve replied lifting him into his arms.

“Face sad.”

“I’m OK.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Steve spotted a shooting star dance across the sky. “Hey look, you think that’s a star or Santa?”

“Oooting star”

“Shooting star sweetheart.”

“Wish”

“Yeah, you’re right, I’ll make one and you make one, ready?”

“Yes”

Steve closed his eyes and made a wish and peeked as little Lila made hers too. He held her tightly in his arms and planted a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Would he ever gets this? His own child in his arms? He didn’t know anymore, he was starting to think that the chance had been taken away by the mate that rejected him.

“Everything OK over here?”

Clint asked, picking up on the melancholy in Steve’s scent.

“Yeah sorry, we were looking at the stars.”

“Oooting stars Daddy”

“Oh wow, you make a wish?”

“Yes for Uncle Steve?”

“You used your wish for me?” Steve asked.

“Yep!”

“That’s sweet baby, time to say goodnight though.” Clint replied, lifting Lila from Steve’s arms.

The Barton’s kids made their way around the pack saying goodnight, giving out hugs as they were told to go straight to sleep ready for Santa.

The whisper of little Lila wasn’t missed as Clint carried her upstairs, Laura following as she held Cooper’s hand and carried baby Nathaniel.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah sweetie.”

“I wished for Uncle Stevie to be happy.”

The remaining pack members turned to look at Steve, who promptly turned back to the window, swallowing hard to try and contain the lump that had formed in his throat.

‘Let’s hope your wish works sweetheart’, Steve thought to himself waiting for another shooting star.

On the other side of the room Natasha locked eyes with Bucky and mind linked with him. Bucky frowned at her, she knew he didn’t like mind linking since he was a POW.

“The Luna you keep dreaming, about what does she look like?”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her, which she returned both turning to look at Steve.

#steve rogers x reader #avengers au #alpha steve rogers #alpha steve rogers x reader #alpha steve x omega reader #steve rogers x witch reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader

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loki-zen · 23 days ago

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and like I've never really gotten into the organisations (at least at the level of idk Facebook groups) that I assume must exist to bring together us non-stereotypical riders, because I've never been one to join groups specifically of/for Women if it can possibly be helped.

(also I was tagging this post and Tumblr suggested "#biker girl" and that's another reason I guess - the language is, uh, not to my taste often. "Biker girl", "Lady riders" it's like. in this context i'm okay being rounded off to a 'woman', i have material interests and relevant traits in common with that category with respect to being more likely to encounter certain attitudes and barriers in terms of assumptions about the physical traits of the "average biker" that do not apply to us.

I personally have a very 'feminine' frame (short, small hands, low centre of gravity, strength concentrated in the lower body) and that's extremely relevant to choice of motorbike, such that it's practically the only purchase where I find it useful for people to tell me that x is very popular with women or my girlfriend likes it and so on.

This can also often be a barrier to the hobby - riding schools tend to get in high-seated, top-heavy street racer style bikes because they're cheap and easy to repair, which put short people with less upper body strength at a huge disadvantage and may in some cases* be simply unsafe for them to ride. If a woman who is new to the hobby doesn't know about this (and she's new; how would she?) and her riding school decides not to admit that her struggling is their fault (because then they might be asked why the fuck they took her money without checking they had anything suitable for her to ride), they send her away feeling like she can't do it and it doesn't feel good to her anyway, and if I had to guess, this is probably a huge reason for both the continued rarity of women bikers and their (apparent) tendency to be people introduced to the hobby via a close personal connection like a father or a boyfriend.

The shape of me means I'm also subject to the relative paucity, expense and stereotypical stylings of clothes for "lady bikers" - I can't just shop in the menswear section as it's very important that protective clothing fit correctly, or else the armour won't rest over what it needs to protect.)

*if the seat height is too high relative to the rider's leg length, they won't be able to find stable purchase on the ground when supporting the bike while stopped or nearly-stopped. That's dangerous, and massively increases the risk of the bike tipping over sideways when stopping or setting off.

Incidentally,

A ) it's frequently possible to have a motorbike seat lowered (within certain limits imposed by the frame) - I'm taking my full test on a bike with the usual street-sporty stylings riding schools go in for, but with a lowered seat.

B ) many styles of motorbike - anything in the cruiser/bobber/tourer styleset, and a lot of classics (for the uninitiated: imagine kinds of motorbike where you don't lean forward while you're riding them) - come as standard with seat heights lower than the lowest most street bikes can be adjusted down to. Everyone rides them like that, whatever their height, so they would work for learners of almost any height.(some very tall people don't prefer them - but, as I understand it, this is more of a comfort thing and less of an inarguable safety problem than the reverse situation) Bobbers/tourers/classics are also easier to keep upright for everyone (when stopped, this is more relevant for those with less upper body strength, but side winds don't discriminate!), and the more upright riding posture allows for better use of the mirrors and a fuller view of the road ahead.

...and yet, riding schools (even the one I use now, which is, relatively speaking, extremely good for women riders!) seem to universally go for the street racer style bikes, rather than (as would have made intuitive sense to me) having a variety on hand to accommodate different bodies and preferences.

I have to assume the reason is economic - certainly the cheapest 125 made by all the major retailers right now seems to be a street racer style bike.

(However - so much of the cost of riding a 125 as a learner is the insurance, and I gather it's a big expense for the schools as well. Given the objective benefits discussed above, it's surprising to me that there's not a big insurance differential that might incentivise the use of more stable bikes that give learners a better view of the road.)

#motorbikes #biker #this went off track

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