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[silken-moonlight]

The Elegance Series Part 9: Older Alpha x Human Waitress

A/N: Hi there! Today hasn't been a great day for me, as I wrote before. I was at the doctor's office today and am now on heart meds. I have to see how everything will go from here. Though I still want to post regularly. Love you all and everyone who wished me well. Enjoy the new chapter! 💗💗💗

Your Pov

You went home feeling giddy and happy. Though it quickly faded when you stepped into your home. A sense of dread filled you, afraid that something might have happened while you were gone. Gladly, today this wasn't the case. Your parents had gone to bed, and Pumpkin and Spice slept peacefully in the living room. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you silently slid up the stairs to the second story. After a hot shower, which helped you sober up, you went to bed. For a moment, you scrolled on your phone, checking your social media and emails. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

However, you suddenly remembered that Desmond didn't have your number...but you had his. A warm feeling crept into your chest when you thought about the older man. He had an aura of security and calm...He was magnetic, something always pulled you back to him. You took out the card he gave you so many days ago and typed it into your phone. Quickly saving it under: Desmond (Alpha).

Before you could overthink it, you wrote him a quick text:

Y/N:Hi Desmond, it's Y/N. I wanted to save your number and give you a call at the same time.

Desmond: That is wonderful; thank you so much for texting me. It made my sweet night even sweeter.

You blushed behind you phone and chuckled.

Y/N: Thank you so much. I am looking forward to our date tomorrow.

Desmond: Me too. I would like to invite you for lunch together.

Y/N: I adore that idea! When do you want to meet up?

Desmond: As soon as you could

Desmond: I mean as soon as you are available

Y/N: How about 1 pm?

Desmond: Perfect, I'll pick you up at your house.

Y/N: Until then!

Desmond: Until then, darling.

Your heart beat faster when you put your phone away, anticipating the date you would have. Now that you knew Desmond was always visiting "Sailor Boy," you were so giddy and excited. You really liked him. You wanted this to be something nice...Though you knew how it would end. At first, the people are always so understanding of your situation. They have no problem at first with your always having to be ready to leave a date or that you can't go on vacation and shut off your phone. They understand that partying is off the table for you and that you don't want to go to clubs.

You were happy with your life; you were okay with taking care of your parents. Sadly, others were not, telling you that one day you would regret not spending your youth wildly. It was frustrating trying to tell people that you didn't miss anything. Your mind told you that things with Desmond wouldn't be different. As soon as he knew he had to share you, he would lose interest. Also, you were overly aware of how he had his own responsibilities. He lived in an entirely different world than you, one where you wouldn't fit. You would enjoy his attention for the time that he was here.

- The next Day -

You spend the entire morning getting ready, bathing, and doing so much self-care. Your last date had been ages ago, and you were so happy to have the opportunity to make yourself look pretty.

Your parents were happy for you too, encouraging you. They even took the dogs out for a walk so that you had the house to yourself for a little while.

Now, you were standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself. The dress you chose was elegant: a blue that complimented your skin, with white embroidery of stars at the hem of the skirt. The sleeves were bell sleeves, and the neckline was a beautiful V. You chose those white pumps that you almost never wore and applied soft makeup. Perfume and deodorant finished the look.

You were ready, looking elegant yet casual. Your heart was beating so fast, excitement surging through your entire body.

Desmond: Good Morning Beautiful, I am at you parents house and will wait for you

You looked at the clock. 12:45 a.m. He was early. A smile tugged at your lips; somebody was clearly eager. It flattered you.

Quickly, you said goodbye to your parents and dogs as you walked out of the front door.

A large, black SUV stood there, Desmond leaning casually against it. When he spotted you, a smile adorned his face. The alpha looked sinfully handsome. His beard was freshly trimmed, his hair loose, and he wore dress pants and a dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. "You look stunning, darling," Desmond greeted you, looking you up and down.

"All that for me?" He asked and smiled a little more. Feeling bold, you stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek. "All for you." You felt proud when you saw the slight flush on his cheeks. The Alpha smelled amazing; his cologne smelled rich and deep—wood, leather, and tobacco.

"Shall we?" His voice was smooth, and you nodded. He opened the door for you, and you slipped into the passenger's seat. "Thank you," you said and smiled at him. He closed the door and walked around to the other side.

"No need to thank me. Did you sleep well?" He asked and began to drive. "I did, how about you? Your way home was definitely longer than mine." He smiled. "Oh, I slept quite well, knowing that I would see you again today." You chuckled. "Such a charmer, though I must admit I was excited to see you again." His smile widened. "I love hearing that. Also, I thought I might take you to the orangery that they made into that exclusive restaurant. It's beautiful there—if you believe their website." You nodded. You had heard of that before. "Oh, I always wanted to go there," you said honestly. "I've actually been to the manor it belongs to a couple of times. Some of my acquaintances got married there." Desmond listened to you. "The local pack thought of buying the land and manor when it had some money problems. Though since they have the restaurant, those have vanished, and it runs really well." You nodded. You had heard something similar—minus the mention of the local pack.

Suddenly, Desmond's phone rang and connected to the car. Desmond sighed, annoyed. "I have to take that call. It's my beta, Isaac."

"I don't mind," you said with a smile.

Desmond pressed a Button and said:"Behave Isaac, I have a Lady with me." The alpha greeted the beta. There was an immediate laugh on the other end:"Did you finally have the balls to ask the cute waitress out?" You blushed extremly and looked over to Desmond who looked like he'd die of embaressment. "Isaac I swear..." There was just laughing on the other and:"Yeah Yeah. Also Hi to the waitress, I don't know your name yet. I'm Isaac, his beta." You looked at Desmond who nodded, so you answered:"Hello Isaac, I'm Y/N. Desmond has told me about you before." You could hear the beta chuckling:"Awwww, thats really sweet of you Des. Telling you mate about me."

"Isaac!" Desmond thundered. "Is there any other reason you called me?" he said, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

You just wondered what Isaac meant by 'mate'. You had never heard that Word in this context before.

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[aylacavebear]

Bloodlines & Fate Master List

Summary: You have a genetic disorder, Touched, the doctor called it, and with your lineage, you should be overjoyed. Your pack is, and there was a celebration when your parents found out when you were five. The older you got, though, the more you began hating it. You couldn’t scent anyone, not like they could. To you, it wasn’t fair. You couldn’t even shift during the full moon to run with your pack, spending those nights staring at the moon with tears in your eyes as you listened to your pack sing songs. Now that you were in your early twenties, you wondered if your soulmate would ever find you, especially after all the Alphas that had come to meet you since you’d presented Omega at fourteen, had turned their noses away from your scent.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

As always each chapter will have warnings.

Note: Pack dynamics, Typical A/B/O dynamics with a twist, full moon shifting, Set in modern times, lots of angst, longing, SMUT - probably. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet, as I am not actively writing it at the moment.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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[insomniakisses]

Can u do an alternate part to ur alicent H series maybe that would help with the writers block

The king’s Daughter and the Queen | 3 Alternate Ver

Character: Alicent Targaryen Neè Hightower (HOTD)

Taglist: @fuckinglittlekitten , @sydneyyyya , @federalclassroom , @watercolorskyy , @dd122004dd ,

Warnings/notes: death of the king, murder and violent scenes, reader is Rhaenyras Sister, suspicoun of cheating, hints of miscarriage, mentions of Aemond, Aegon and Helaena being bastards, omega!alicent, Alpha!reader, omegaverse au, tw; Daemon.

One. / Two.

Your eyes begin to shut and your mind falls back to your promise. It’s then that your mind is made up. You could save your children from a life of fear by telling your sister of their true parents, but you could not save them from the misery of duty to the crown. No. You would all swear oath to your sister and you would save your children and Alicent no matter the cost.

-

Rhaenyra arrived late that night/early morning having taken off as soon as the raven had arrived, you having sent a raven as soon as you had heard of the kings death. She had arrived on dragon back, her children and daemon in tow her two youngest Aegon and Viserys being carried by herself and daemon.

The palace was asleep when they had arrived, clearly their plan incase anything or anyone was to get in the way of her taking her rightful throne.

With her children settled and taken to their beds daemon sat in the small council room, Rhaenyra making her way to get you.

You awoke to a knock on your chambers, half asleep you stumbled quietly to the door making sure not to wake Alicent. Grabbing a robe to wrap around you, not wanting to flash whomever was at the door your alpha hood.

Opening the door, your met with your sister, she gives you a small smile asking if you would join her in the small council room once dressed. You nod about to bid her goodbye when a voice calls out asking whom is at the door and you cringe seeing your sisters features harden at alicents voice. She walks of not saying a word and you cuss moving to dress quickly as to not keep her waiting.

“Baby? Who was it?” Alicent calls confusion and sleep clouding her mind. “And where are you going at this hour?”

“Rhaenyra. It was Rhaenyra.” You huff out moving to place a sweet kiss to her lips cupping her face as it scrunches up in confusion “At this hour? Why?” She whines clearly upset at being awake so early when she went to bed so late. You chuckle pushing her hair out of her face softly “I wrote to her about the kings death, I plan to deal with it and I’m going to the council room now to discuss things about the corrination and the kids and us. Everything.” You rub her cheek softly with you thumb kissing her again to reassure her.

“You should sleep baby, don’t worry I will handle this” you guide her back down onto the bed tucking her back in and bidding her a good night.

-

Entering the council room your met with a glaring Rhaenyra at the head of the table in the chair your father usually sat, daemon to her left staring at you blankly.

“Why.” She stares blankly at you.

“Why? Why what..?” You chuckle, clearly nervous. She doesn’t answer you but gives you a look that tells you she’s not playing around. “Alicent and I… have been involved for some time…” you mumble heat rushing to your cheeks as daemon makes a crude remark laughing at the thought of you fucking Alicent.

“How long.” Her jaw is clenched and you know shes fucking pissed, best to answer her honestly you think. “Uh… around 22 years….” You draw out, “since before Aegon was born” you mumble avoiding eye contact.

“Ha! Hypocritical cunt” Daemon exclaims, causing a deep growl to escape your throat. This makes him freeze a smirk pulling at his lips “Oh,” he draws out “Dear wife, it seems your sister has quite the thing for alicent it makes me wonder if perhaps she has given her a pup of her own..” he looks at you then leaning closer “Or three.“

You lunge towards him with a growl landing a few punches to his face as he laughs like the violence driven maniac he is. The scene reminds Rhaenyra of the interaction between Cristen and Harwin all those years ago. It was enough to confirm what Daemon had said that the three children were indeen yours and Alicents not the kings.

“Y/n!” She calls attempting to pull you off of Daemon, a distraction he uses to grab his blade you hear it unsheath and Rhaenyra backs away clearly letting daemon do as he sees fit.

You knock the chair nearest to you, thinking fast, and it hits his head hard he groans holding his face and all you think of is your children and your sweet sweet alicent. You understand now as long as daemon lives they wont be safe so you do the one thing you have to.

You grab dark sister from its place on the floor, ur uncle having dropped it when attacked earlier, and stab his chest hard before pulling it out and stabbing him again. His chest, then his neck, then his stomach, his head. You loose control barely conscious of your own actions blood splatting everywhere a loud ringing in your ears drowning out your sisters sobs and pleas.

It’s only when a sharp pain hits ur arm that you stop, hissing in pain you turn seeing a dagger stuck there you rip it out with a growl. Turning and pushing your sister over, not noticing how she grips her stomach in from pain or fear you’re not sure.

“This, this could of been avoided Rhaenyra.” You stare down at her eyes dark almost taken over by the thrill of killing daemon in front of his wife. “But of course..” you chuckle as if mockinng her “ever the spoiled whore.”

You know its a low blow and she whimpers looking down as her heart breaks from your betrayal. She should have known better, she should have expected you to want the throne or for daemon to cause problems she-

Shes broken out of her thoughts by the sight of Ser Criston Cole, and your authoritive boice, “Cole, Please fetch princess rhaenyras children and have them brought outside where there mother will be waiting. He nods leaving as you grab your sister, forcing her upright and dragging her towards the exit of the red keep.

“I WILL NOT GO! I WILL-“ she yells, smaching her fists against your chest till your growl deep pushing her to the floor watching her fall the short steps to the dirt outside the keep.

“You will go, go to dragonstone and reside there till the end of your days with your children, under my rule as queen or I will slaughter every single one of you. For the sake and saftey if my family”

She whimpers backing down, theres an unknown danger and darkness in your eyes that makes her believe you. Not to mention the murder of her husband and uncle she had witnessed. Though she has little time to dwell on it, as her children as soon shoved out and towards them she thinks of calling for their dragons but realises there no where to be seen.

“Where-“

Shes cut off by Syrax, Arax and Vermax being escorted out of the dragon pit, and frowns not seeing Ceraxes anywhere.

“I think I’ll keep him,” you speak up as he if reading her mind. “He’d be so terribly lonely without his rider” she sees your smug smile that increases when your own dragon lands on the roof roaring down at her in threat. The sharp pain in her stomach growing as she feels something wet and hot leak down her leg. She holds back her tears, not wanting you to see them and painfully mounts her dragon holding Aegon the younger to her as Jace holds young Viserys. Luke riding on his own. You watch them fly off with an odd sense of power in your gut. You don’t in the slightest feel guilty. After all you were only protecting your family.

-

Going back inside, you make quick work of notifying your staff to be on guard in case of attack. You go to your chambers to get cleaned up. You feel sick. Sure you never liked daemon but the dried blood caked on your skin, the stench of his death in the air around you, the knowledge you were capable of such a thing it churns you stomach.

Your deep in though as you sit motionless in cold hot bath, its only when you feel a kiss placed on your temple that you realise Alicent is there.

“My love!” She exclaimes cupping your face as though it may break. “W-what happened!? Who’s blood is this?”

“D-da-ae-mon” you mumble staring blankly. “I-I didn’t mean to! It just happened, he threatened you he threatened the children I-“

“And what of Rhaenyra?” Her eyes bore into yours anxiously, she could forgive you for Daemon’s death, hell shed forgive you for killing Rhaenyra’s bastards. But to know you were so far gone you’d kill your sister, then she would begin to fear for her own life and that of the children.

“Safe..” you confirm, “well i kicked her out, sent her to dragon stone with her children but without her husband’s body or dragon…. Its like a blur.”

She nods whipping the blood from your hands as you talk, her heart breaking at the far away look in your eyes. She silently prays to the seven that the person she fell in love with is still there.

“We will handle this my love, but who will take the throne?”

“Me.”

A/n: Ngl i had fun making reader go feral 😂 true targaryen madness right there. Hope u like it! And i feel like i could continue the series like this if its wanted!

[sunny44]

↬ Pierre Gasly

Multi part stories

Masterlist

Drabbles

My star

Can I have your eyes?

I will always love you

[hanahaki-ghost]

I redesigned my bioshock oc

Most call Subject Epsilon, Subject E as it’s easier to say

These are the old drawings of them

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover

Where would each girl get a tattoo of the Arc symbol on their bodies?

Taupe White. Chun-Li. Erza Scarlet.

Taupe: Left Butt Cheek

Chun-Li: Right Thigh

Erza: Left Breast

[subliminalbo]

Hypnovember Day 6: Madison's Monologue

It's not just about sex.

Everyone always jumps to the sex, but it's so much more than that. Sex is only one means to assert my control. Think about it: if I have an entire household of mindless woman crawling over each other's naked bodies for just one chance to lick my pussy, am I not supposed to take oblige?

Of course, Angelica would fuck anything before I changed her. But look at Gracie now. She wasn't just straight as an arrow, she was a total prude, always hiding her flings from the other girls in the house. But the prudent ones are always the biggest secret sluts, it was just a matter of pulling it out of her. Now Gracie eagerly breaks in every new pledge for me. She's even popular at parties. I must have seen her suck a hundred cocks since she surrendered to me, and she's still hungry for my pussy after every one.

It's about looking a rival in the eyes and seeing nothing left there but a docile urge to obey any command I issue. It's about taking a person to their absolute limit, discovering the lines they could never cross and smiling as I watch them step over that line without hesitation. And it's all in the name of my power.

It's all about power.

They didn't always love me. Maybe some of them feared me before, certainly many hated me. Only someone of incredible power could shape a mind so completely, to wield so much power over a household of girls who despise you and still make each and every one of them your mindless, horny bitches.

Just about the sex? Frankly, I find that insulting. I am ascending to a level that few people have ever gone to. I am becoming something far more powerful, something that transcends bodies and minds. And with my power, I am shaping the world into its perfect form. A world where people aren't held back by trivial morals. A world where the weak serve the powerful and desire rules all. No more laws, just satisfaction. Doesn't that sound wonderful?

Of course, I know you'll agree with me when I take that visor off. They always do.

[stormvanari]

i miss drawing her

(she is a bird-loving drone with shit luck and voice of Zooble TADC)

[powerlesshero]

[endersketch]

Lots of silly oc doodles from the past few weeks. Hopefully I'll have some more finished pieces for ya'll soon. <3 I've been working on spicy stuff tbh ashdgkjasd

[sketci]

More free drawing requests!! This time, on my Discord instead of Tumblr :). If you want to DM me on discord about your own submissions, just Dm me on here and I'll give you my discord.

(I lost credits to two requests so I'll put them here instead...)

- Coyote Ninjago OC by otterpop on discord

- Warrior cat OC and Survivor dog OC by Sillytoast on discord

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REQUESTS ARE CONTINUING :3

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[alpaca-clouds]

Digimon Alpha Generation

I got talked into it. I got finally talked into it. As some of you know: A long, long time ago (2008) I wrote a Digimon Tamers fanseason called Digimon Alpha Generation. And basically ever since I have been asked to translate it into English, given that the story was originally written in German. Mind you, I did not asked constantly, but ever once in a while someone was like: "Wouldn't you like to translate it?"

And you know what? I am at the point. I have started to translate the story and will now weekly upload chapters onto Ao3. That is for both Digimon Alpha Generation and its sequel Digimon Battle Generation. And maybe some of the side stories. Have fun.

Digimon Alpha Generation

Fandom: Digimon Tamers Genre: Action & Mystery

April 2008 Seven years ago creatures from another world almost ended up destroying Tokyo, before being sent back to their home. Ever since life in the human world has gone on like before. High School student Denrei does not remember the events that have transpired seven years ago. He struggles both with schools, and with his controlling father. When a stranger challenges him to a card game, he finds himself confronted with the truth that things he had considered fiction till now are in fact part of his reality. Soon enough he finds out about the other Digimon Tamers, the Digimon and a strange girl, who seems to be able to summon the creatures from another world at will. Denrei has always dreamed of having a Digimon partner, has dreamed of an adventure of his own. But he soon has to find out, that adventures in the real world are far more deadly, than he has imagined them to be.

[awolfnamedluna]

just casually accidentally realised that Alpha is Ace

like I guess the info was kinda there before? but like damn. He is

[jasbell]

https://www.tumblr.com/mdteb/

Said webcomic above :]

[madmanwonder]

[Ask Crossover] Has Chun-Li ever used her native language to insult one of her love rivals? Like a Erza or a Taupe for example.

Damn straight she used her native language to insult her love rival.

[subliminalbo]

Someone had once told Madison that submission was a natural desire. That was how she knew that she could get to Claire.

It wasn't as simple as it sounded. Most people are too proud to give into their base desires, and Claire Petruzzi was the proudest bitch she knew. As president of Alpha Delta Theta, Claire had run the house like a well-oiled machine. She was beautiful, and popular, and came from old Romero money—so basically everything that Madison despised.

It was true that Claire was the biggest obstacle to clear on Madison's path to the presidency, but she had more reason than mere strategy to take her first. Claire was Madison's mentor sister when she was still a freshman pledge, and though Claire had initially urged Madison to tell everyone about that night with Robbie, she'd quickly changed her opinion and assured Madison that it would only be more traumatizing for her to air the Alphas' dirty laundry in public. He had tried to kill her at that party, but he would never face justice.

Madison hated the way her sister's adored Claire. How they all turned to her for advice, and took her opinion above anyone else's. And when Claire was unanimously elected as the next president of the Alphas sorority, Madison knew what she had to do.

Pride can be so damn tricky, but everyone has an opening somewhere, and Madison was the best at finding her way in.

The best.

"I'm the best...I'm the best..." That's what Claire kept repeating when Madison finally got her under the visor.

"That's right," Madison encouraged, pressing Claire's magic wand to her clit. In future Alpha brainwashings she'd have slaves to keep her victims stimulated. Butt Claire being her first, Madison was left with all the hard work.

Not that she would complain, of course. Madison would never forget the sight. Claire's naked body tensing with each jolt of pleasure twisting up her body. Her lips moving silently to the words being projected into her mind. The drool caking the sides of her mouth, her smooth body glowing with sweat.

"The best...the best...the best..."

"The best what, hon?" Madison had asked.

"The best...president..."

Madison knew that Claire couldn't hear her beneath the noise cancelling headphones, but she liked to think that Claire was fighting against her and not just that loser's software. Claire really was fighting too, shooting back objections at whatever the program was trying to force her to believe.

"The best student!" she would cry. "The best friend!"

But as the hours passed, as the orgasms grew countless, as the program hammered on, Claire's tone changed.

"I'm the best fuck!" she cried. "I'm the best whore! I'm the best slave!"

Fuck, it had been so satisfying.

Dozens more would suffer the will of the program, but it was hard to top that first run for Madison. To finally see her enemy bested, to have her completely wrapped around her finger was an accomplishment greater than any presidency.

Madison barely let Claire have a personality after that. She was just a dumb Alpha slut and that was all Madison felt she should ever be. Why risk giving someone like her actual thoughts?

In her new life, Claire became the template by which all Alphas would follow. A popular fixture at parties where frat boys would pay a door charge to get a chance to score with an Alpha.

Word spread quickly around campus. Claire Petruzzi was the fucking best.