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oddmawd · 16 days ago

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BEYOND THE FRACTURE Chapter 7: "Conversations Underground"

(Villain!Alpha!All Might/OC)

Story Summary: Naohana lives a simple, ordinary life. She’s just an average beta with an average quirk. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. Too bad for her, the most feared villain in the world believes she is something else entirely. When a chance encounter ignites both smoldering obsession and Naohana's dormant omega instincts, All Might spirits her away to his underworld domain, intent on claiming her as his mate. Naohana feels inexorably drawn to the powerful alpha, but adjusting to her unprecedented awakening isn't easy, and she's running out of time to embrace (or reject) her new life. But what kind of “life” could it be if you ignore the call of destiny? All Might is determined she’ll never find out. [Villain! All Might, Alpha!Might, All Might x OC]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

FANDOM: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

PAIRINGS: All Might x OC

RATING: Mature

WORD COUNT: 57k total, 14k for chapter 7

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Omegaverse (and related omegaverse concepts), mutual pining, dark romance, slow burn, kidnapping, inspired by the Hages and Persephone myth, inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, dubious consent (omegaverse stuff is just built that way), fated mates, Villain AU, Villain All Might

STORY WARNINGS: Canon-typical action/violence, sexual situations, FOR MATURE READERS

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Chapter 7 is NSFW

Chapter 7 Excerpt: "Conversations Underground"

In a holding room below the surface of the earth, the villains assembled under All Might’s dreaded banner waited to deploy.

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Deku was there, much to Bakugo’s chagrin. Deku leaned against the wall with his eyes shut, humming tunelessly under his breath as Kaminari and the others lounged around in impatient inaction. About a dozen, all told, possessing varying levels of prestige within All Might’s organization. The hatch to the surface access point sat shut, awaiting the arrival of their leader. They were schedule to board any minute now according to the clock blinking sullen red numbers on the concrete wall. Any minute now the hatch would open and the villains would stride through, strap into the transport unit, and head to the surface. Any minute now they would be unleashed to wreak carefully prescribed havoc upon the world.

But All Might was running late, and the hatch door stayed shut.

Running late for a mission that had already been delayed once; no one was saying it out loud, but half the villains suspected the mission might not happen at all. Bakugo had heard the whispers. No one from the top of the organization had said what the holdup was, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid. He could guess it had something to do with her — that woman he’d helped kidnap on All Might’s orders. The woman now being help somewhere in this subterranean facility, out of sight and isolated from the villains within. The woman whose presence in the base no one had offered a clear explanation for, but All Might had put so much effort into obtaining her, she had to be important.

And she was even important enough to make a huge fuss over. There had been some kind of commotion from deeper in the base the day before. Bakugo could hear All Might’s bellow even from a few levels higher up, the rattle of an enraged Apex Alpha shaking the headquarter’s foundation until dust rattled from the concrete ceiling. He’d quieted down quick enough, and Recovery Girl soon slumped through the base toward her quarters in the medical bay looking even more decrepit than usual. Strong alpha reek floated through the high-tech ventilation system (built to clear out even the highest concentrations of alpha pheromones) for hours, pumps and vents working overtime to disperse the enraged fog.

It had been quiet ever since.

But as the saying went: It was quiet. Too quiet.

Bakugo half thought the mission today would get put off again, but so far, no word had been passed down, and the team assigned to the mission had mustered at the appointed hour in breath-held silence.

Or at least, most of them stayed fucking quiet.

“So like…it’s not going well, right?”

Kaminari didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. He never did. Bakugo sat on one of the benches at the edges of the holding tank with elbows on his knees, bent over in half and clad in full battle regalia, when Kaminari came sauntering over with sparks spitting from the tips of his electric yellow hair. Of fucking course it was Kaminari running his mouth with a sly look on his face. Kaminari hadn’t been made privy to any of the missions associated with the capture of the woman now held somewhere down below, but he’d been damn sure to try and snoop around to find out anything he could about her. Little electric rat; Kaminari was the base’s resident gossip, speculating at length about who she might be to anyone who’d listen. A hostage situation, was his leading theory. She was the daughter of a billionaire and All Might had captured her looking for a payout on her safe return, Kaminari told the others. She had to be.

None but a select few knew better, so Kaminari’s lies went largely believed by the underlings. Only some of the higher-ups within All Might’s organization were aware of the true details…in addition to the lower-ranking Deku and Bakugo, of course. They knew. They’d been involved in the kidnapping. They weren’t high on the ladder (yet), but All Might had trusted them to take part and keep their mouths shut.

But they knew better than to admit as much to Kaminari, of all people.

Bakugo’s blood simmered as Kaminari sighed, speaking false words with infuriatingly full confidence: “Whatever this is, whoever she is, it’s obviously not going well.”

Against the wall, Deku stopped humming. His eyes remained closed.

“Kaminari,” Bakugo growled.

“All Might’s already moved the mission around once because of her.” Kaminari, oblivious bastard, paced in a tight circle, hands throwing and eyes rolling. “Are we gonna have to wait again because some girl threw a fit?”

Deku’s left eye cracked open.

“Kaminari,” Said Bakugo. “Shut up.”

“And after I stored up all that static, too.” Kaminari sniffed loudly in complaint. “And after we missed out on the bonus we’re supposed to get — and I’m not just talking about smashing some hero heads, either, though you know I’m down for that…”

Deku’s right opened, too.

“Kaminari, shut the fuck up!”

Kaminari turned to him with a scowl. The scowl faltered when he saw the look on Bakugo’s face. Scarlet eyes had narrowed beyond the slits in his black mask, sharp teeth bared below in feral warning, forearms corded with straining muscle as Bakugo clenched his hands in tight fists. Alpha pheromones leaked from him in a hot wave, far stronger than anything Kaminari could possibly cook up. Bakugo was a few seconds away from making Kaminari shut his damn mouth, and not because the constant running thereof grated on Bakugo’s last frayed nerve. Which it did, yeah, but shutting up was in Kaminari’s personal best interest right now, and for reasons apparently flying right over the sparkplug’s head.

“Huh? Why?” Kaminari said, though he shrank a little in the face of Bakugo’s heavy scent. “I thought you’d be with me on this.”

“I wanna show those heroes how pathetic they are just as much as you do,” Bakugo snapped. “But you need to shut your damn mouth.”

“Why? All Might’s not around to hear.” Kaminari grinned, hands held aloft in All Might’s pointed absence. “And you know everyone else is just as pissed off as I am that — ”

A knife whizzed past his face, embedding in the wall just shy of Kaminari’s dumb head. Deku no longer leaned against the wall. He stood with arm outstretched from a lethal throw, head raised and shoulders back, feet squared below him in confident challenge. And he was grinning — grinning a mean, feral grin Bakugo knew from experience spelled violent trouble.

He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. This should be good…

But Kaminari had apparently missed the memo about Deku’s foreboding smile, because he went from shocked to pissed in the span of a blink. Electricity crackled around his palm in a bright dance, ire aimed at Deku.

Idiot was too stupid to know Bakugo hadn’t been warning him about All Might at all.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Kaminari spat.

Deku’s grin widened. “You should’ve listened to Bakugo.”

“What do you mean I shoulda — ? Hey, wait a second — !”

Bakugo had to hand it to him: Deku moved fast, and Kaminari didn’t stand a chance. He watched dispassionately as Deku slowly, methodically, peeled off three of Kaminari’s fingernails and then yanked out a molar for good measure, grin never faltering even as Kaminari screamed and screamed and screamed. Hell, that grin only got wider as the other villains — all badasses in their own right — looked pointedly away from the scene playing out before them. None interfered or tried to stop him. They (like Bakugo, though he’d never admit it) knew better than to get in Deku’s way. Only once Kaminari passed out in a bloody heap did a few of them get up to drag his unconscious body out of the holding tank, ostensibly to take him to Recovery Girl in the med bay.

Bakugo sat up straighter, head lolling back against the wall as he eyed the trail of blood now streaked along the cold, grey floor. “You shouldn’t have done that, dumbass.”

Deku was still grinning, though he didn’t show quite as many teeth as before. “He disrespected All Might,” he said, a giggle rising in his chest. “How could I just stand by?”

“Yeah, he was runnin’ his mouth,” said Bakugo. “But that’s what Kaminari does.”

“He’ll think better about it next time, then.” Another giggle bubbled in his chest. “Maybe I should visit him in medical when we get back. Wish him well.”

“She may be old, but Recovery Girl will kick your ass if you try.”

“Then I’ll wish her well, too.” He aimed his beaming smile at the other villains; the ones brave enough to stare at Deku looked away, fast. “I wish anyone well who questions All Might. You all get that, don’t you?”

Slowly, but without hesitation, the villains nodded. Deku giggled, bouncing on his heels and fucking beaming at this show of submission. Thin waves of pheromones drifted off his hair, acidic but subdued.

Deku was such a fucking suck-up. All Might wasn’t even around and he was playing homicidal hall monitor. Would be better to just sit back and let people simmer, Bakugo thought. Everyone was on edge thanks to the already-rescheduled mission and now All Might’s late appearance. They’d been grumbling since the first rescheduling. Bakugo knew better than to join in, but he’d heard what the villains whispered in the halls when All Might and Deku weren’t around. People wanted the prizes they’d been promised and the blood they’d been assured they could spill. If this mission got delayed again, and if Deku pissed everyone off…

Well. Nothing huge would happen, really. No would would dare step to All Might or mouth off to his face (no one was stupid enough to try), but villains weren’t exactly known for the virtues of patience or self-control. Some might start looking for blood wherever they could get it…including whoever slept in the next cot over in the barracks. This was a powder keg waiting for a spark, and Deku was the idiot holding a goddamn match.

Deku hummed to himself as he ripped his knife out of wall and examined the blade with careful fingers. He didn’t care about the blood on the collar of his crisp white shirt or freckled cheeks. He cared way more for his knives. They and his martial arts skills in concert protected him on the battlefield. He didn’t have anything else to offer but mundane physical strength, though that waste of space had done his best to try and excel on that front. The stained fabric of his shirt and his black suit pants alike stretched taut over the physique he’d built to make up for his complete lack of a quirk…not that Bakugo was impressed. Bakugo had more muscle than Deku and a killer quirk on top of it.

Deku was a waste of an alpha, being quirkless and all. What All Might saw in that crazy motherfucker Bakugo still didn’t understand even after years of faithful employ under All Might’s command. But given Bakugo was indeed loyal to All Might, that meant he had to somehow put up with the psychotic, quirkless alpha who got a hard-on over anything with a sharp edge…even if he hated how much All Might doted on the loser.

It was because of that loyalty, and that loyalty alone, that Bakugo stood up and caught Deku’s eye, head jerking toward a corner of the holding tank. Deku followed him over, so wide-eyed and guileless he looked nearly innocent.

Only nearly, though. Bakugo knew better.

“Hmm? What is it?” Deku said when they stood apart from the other villains. “Is something wrong, Kaa-chan?”

“Fucking quit it with that name,” Bakugo spat. “Look, the others don’t know about her — ”

“Right. Naohana-chan is a secret.”

“Don’t say her fucking name!”

Deku put a finger to his lips, a shushing gesture engineered to look…cute, probably? But Deku wasn’t cute; he was fucking psychotic. His innocent expression only pissed off Bakugo even more, but somehow he reined in the urge to beat the other alpha into a bloody pulp. A quick breath in through the mouth and a long exhale out the nose helped matters. Recovery Girl had taught him some coping skills after he flew off the handle for the millionth time and nearly put Deku’s head through a damn wall.

“Look,” Bakugo said through gritted teeth. “You made an example of Kaminari, but the rest of ‘em need to blow off steam. So stop pretending you’re All Might’s little hall monitor and let the others smash the heads today.”

“That’s smart, Kaa-chan.” Deku nodded, cartoonish wags of his head up and down and up again. “Good idea.”

“I mean it, Deku.” Bakugo stepped close, his taller frame looming over Deku’s shorter one. “None of that goddamn berserker crap once the blood starts flying.”

Those all-too-innocent eyes opened wide, wide, wider still. “Berserker…?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Deku blinked, holding his gaze, confused.

But then the confusion faded. Deku’s smile dropped. He said nothing. He just looked at Bakugo with clinical, expressionless detachment that made Bakugo’s skin crawl. Bakugo hated this dead-eyed stare even more than the creepy smile, personally, but he refused to back down. No way would Bakugo ever roll over and show his belly to someone like Deku. Bakugo was an alpha with a powerful quirk; Deku was nothing compared to him!

“Keep it fucking quiet, you hear me?” he growled under his breath — and for good measure, he didn’t bother keeping his pheromones in check. Potent alpha scent demanding submit, submit, submit filled the air with the scent of glycerin and matches, gunpowder and smoke. “Let the others take lead today.”

The other villains sat up straighter the second his scent hit them. All heads turned as one. Few other alphas on the base had a scent as instantly recognizable, or as demanding, as Bakugo’s. Even the other alphas in the room shrank back from the sudden flow of power. Bakugo couldn’t keep the satisfaction off his face, nor stop the way his chest puffed at the sight of them bowing to his own inborn authority.

Not Deku, though. Muted green eyes flickered dispassionately over Bakugo. His mouth hardly moved when he muttered, “Quite the leader you’ve become, eh Kaa-chan?”

“What can I say?” It was Bakugo’s turn to grin, vicious and as hot as his incendiary quirk. “Dealing with your sociopathic ass brought out the best in me.”

He hated to give Deku any credit whatsoever, but Bakugo had had an absolutely explosive temper when he’d signed up to work with All Might. His anger was as quick to fire as his explosive quirk — useful for a villain, and that temper was why All Might had recruited him in the first place. He still had it, not-so-deep down. But when working with a freak like Deku, it paid to keep a level head. You needed your wits about you when the freak finally snapped. Bakugo had learned a long time ago that patience yielded rewards. Half the time Deku got his own ass into trouble, and Bakugo didn’t even have to lift a finger to see karma work its magic.

But Deku had the annoying fucking ability to get under Bakugo’s skin no matter how well he practiced keeping his cool. Like hooking a hangnail on a sweater, hot anger threaded through his veins when Deku’s deranged grin returned, expression somehow even more manic than before.

“How sweet,” he simpered with watery puppy-dog eyes — mocking ones that glimmered with mischievous glee. “I’m so happy I was able to help you grow so much, Kaa-chan.”

Bakugo’s teeth gnashed. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh? Don’t you want to keep learning from me?”

Pops and sparks lit Bakugo’s open palms, sweat igniting from pure rage. “What the hell could I learn from a quirkless waste of an alpha like — ?”

Deku’s eyes widened, whites showing all around as he bared his teeth. Insipid alpha scent — thready and weak and sour, not like an alpha’s was supposed to be — cut through Bakugo’s miasma like a buzzing wasp. But before Deku could say anything, and before Bakugo could even begin to think of ways to put him in his place, they both froze. A new scent had washed over the room, powerful and deadly, batting aside Bakugo’s wall of pheromones and Deku’s thinner stream like a tidal wave destroying an unprepared shore.

So powerful was All Might’s sent that it preceded his arrival by minutes. By the time the Apex Alpha strode through the door fully decked in his battle regalia and spiked helm, Bakugo and Deku had parted, each taking up position on opposite sides of the holding tank with pheromones reined tight again. The air in the room nearly darkened when All Might entered. Pheromones and scent poured off him in waves so thick you could choke, and he stalked into the room like a barely leashed animal ready to strike. Sweat beaded on Bakugo’s brow, slipping past the edge of his mask and over one clammy cheek. Every mountainous muscle taut, enormous steps striding purposefully toward the hatch, fists like hammers at his sides…All Might looked ready to tear someone’s head off with his bare hands, and Bakugo knew damn well he could do it, too.

He’d seen it happen too many times to forget the sound a spine made when it snapped.

Chapter continues on AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 7

#all might/oc #all might x oc #villain all might #toshinori yagi #omegaverse #alpha all might #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #boku no hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #villain au #mha villain au #mawd's masterlist

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princess-of-the-corner · 27 days ago

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Oh my this is real. An excerpt from the little summary on the website.

"This thesis explores the many fascinating and curious elements of Omegaverse fan fiction - discerning the ways in which it can offer critique for concepts encompassed by Western constructs of gender, sexuality, and hierarchies of social power. I argue that tropes borrowed from previous genre fiction, such as romance novels and monster media, provide the Omegaverse with conventions that it often uses to suspend traditional gender binaries, explore boundaries of sexual consent, and find pleasure in fantasies that explore dynamics of power that are more cyclical and reciprocal than many power structures in reality."

God I don't have the time to read it but I want to.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love Omegaverse worldbuilding, but I can't delve too deep because of how horny it is.

Which is a good thing I am down for people being weird freaks(affectionate) but also just. Such a disconnect in the focus

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faeriexqueen · 6 months ago

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Songbirds in Winter (Update: 8/2/2024)

Title: Songbirds in Winter. Fandom: D. Gray-Man. Pairings: Alma Karma/Tyki Mikk, Kanda Yuu & Alma Karma (One-Sided/Unrequited Yulma), Lavi Bookman/Allen Walker. Rated: Explicit. Words: 253.4K+. Tags: Romeo and Juliet AU, Omegaverse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Royalty/Nobility, Renaissance/Renaissance Era, Medieval, Slowburn, Romance, Drama, Angst, Forbidden Romance, Secret Relationship, Eventual Romance, Pregnancy, Hints of Incestuous Feelings/Incest, Family Drama, NSFW, Lemon/Eventual Lemons (Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings). Chapters: 32/43. Summary: They had always known that their lives would be planned out for them. For Tyki, it is to eventually become the head of his family as the next alpha in line, despite his wishes for otherwise. For Alma, it is to be married off for the benefit of his kin — to be bred for political gain, regardless of his own feelings on the matter. The stage is set, and they have their parts to play. But being in the crossfire of a dangerous rivalry among noble families is never easy — not when the person you love is the very one you’re forbidden from being with. Chapter 32 Excerpt — The Promise:

Cross still couldn’t believe he was doing this. It technically wasn’t wrong — Tyki had been right in that there wasn’t a law that prohibited Cross from marrying two nobles together. However, it wasn’t commonly done, if ever, without a proper wedding ceremony. The families were frequently involved, the whole ordeal often filled with pomp and frills; there was that, and the fact that so often marriages were more than love. They were political alliances. Financial exchanges. Rarely, did marriages ever happen for love alone. To find out that Tyki wanted this for that reason was…certainly a surprise. Cross still struggled to believe it. For as long as he had known the alpha, Tyki had always avoided getting involved seriously with anyone, let alone omegas. He couldn’t help but wonder what had changed.

Read on AO3.

#dgm #dgrayman #tyki mikk #alma karma #tyki x alma #d gray man #fanfiction #update #writing update #romeo and juliet au #songbirds in winter

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fkinkindagauche · 6 hours ago

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As Is - Chapter One

I was not capable of leaving my recent Harringrove one-shot with an open ending, so I'm going back and adding more to give these buttheads a happy ending. Here's chapter one.

Rating: Explicit | WC: estimated around 15K | CW: child abuse, period-typical homophobia include use of the "f" word by Neil Hargrove, internalized homophobia | Tags: angst with a happy ending, secret relationship, omegaverse, alpha Steve, omega Billy, top/bottom versatile Steve and Billy, post-S3, Billy lives, Billy needs a hug

Summary:

This thing with Harrington started as just a convenient way for Billy to have heat sex, since Harrington knew he was an omega now anyway. But when they start having sex outside of Billy's heats, things spiral, feelings develop, and Billy has a hard time handling it.

Read the full fic on AO3.

Excerpt below.

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"What the hell is going on with you, Steven?"

Steve shook his head, coming out a daze. A Billy-centric daze. As most of his dazes were lately.

"What? Nothing," he muttered. He pushed himself off the counter he'd been leaning against and grabbed some tapes that needed rewinding.

Robin huffed. "You've been acting weird for weeks. You keep spacing out, and you haven't asked anyone for their number in way too long. Do you have gonorrhea?"

Steve glared at her. "Gonorrhea? That would make me space out?"

Robin shrugged. "I mean, yeah, if your junk was all uncomfortable in your pants and stuff. Would also make you turn down dates."

"I don't have gonorrhea, Robs," Steve insisted with a sigh.

"Well then what is it? I'm worried about you."

Steve felt awful keeping anything a secret from Robin. But whatever the fuck was going on between him and Billy, he couldn't tell her. Because that would mean he'd need to tell her about Billy being an omega, or else she'd never understand why they'd started fucking in the first place, and he wasn't willing to break that promise for anything.

"I've just been distracted lately. Trying to figure out what the hell I wanna do with my life." He felt like such an asshole, but it wasn't a complete lie. He had been descending into the depths of despair relatively regularly while thinking about what he was going to do after Robin went off to college next year.

He'd just also been fucking Billy. The omega had been getting his weird mini-heats pretty frequently the past few months, coming by Steve's place every few weeks to get fucked senseless for a few hours, then leave.

Steve knew he shouldn't complain. What alpha in their right mind would complain about regularly getting to help an omega through their heats? But Steve was annoyingly traditional about certain things, like wanting to have at least a modicum of romance in his sexual encounters. And the omega in question was a certified asshole who was probably allergic to romance.

"You're gonna figure something out, I know it!" Robin said, slinging an arm around his shoulders. "You can always come live in my dorm room. We'll get one of those trundle beds and we can roll out the bottom for you to sleep in every night. We'll have matching pajamas! And those little nightcaps like Scrooge wears, and-"

"You don't think your roommate might object to having an adult man sleeping in a trundle bed in her dorm room?" Steve asked with a laugh.

Robin made a dismissive noise and waved her hand. "She'll be fine. It will get her used to our dynamic from the get-go."

Steve knew she was 95% serious. She would let him stay in her dorm room, no matter what her roommate thought. But Steve wasn't particularly keen on the idea of squatting in a girls' dorm.

"Hopefully I'll have something a little more feasible figured out by August," Steve said.

A familiar car was parked outside Steve's house when he got home. Billy's beat-up Ford Escort. Every time Steve saw it, he cringed a little at the memory of crashing into Billy's Camaro.

Billy was still in the car, likely unwilling to sit on Steve's porch and wait for him, but he got out as soon as Steve pulled into the garage.

Steve mentally prepared himself for Billy in heat. He couldn't believe it was happening again so soon; Billy had just been here the week before. His hormones must be so fucked.

Billy seemed less keyed up than usual as he walked into the garage. He smelled different, the sharp nutty aspect of his scent coming through stronger than the sweetness. It took Steve's brain a second to catch up, but eventually he got there - Billy wasn't in heat. So what was he doing here?

"Hi," Steve said, sounding awkward even to his own ears.

"Hi," Billy replied with a smirk.

"What're you doing here?" It came out sharper than he'd intended, and he winced internally.

Billy glared at him. "Well I didn't come to chat with you in your garage, that's for goddamn sure."

Steve rolled his eyes, Billy's sarcasm putting him back on firmer ground. "Wanna come in?" Steve asked, opening the door into the house.

Billy nodded, following him inside. As soon as Steve shut the door, Billy was on him. He pushed Steve back against the door, pressing his whole body into him. Billy kissed him forcefully, shoving his tongue into Steve's mouth like this was some kind of race.

Steve wrapped his arms around Billy's waist, pulling him even closer. He felt his cock rub against Billy's through their layers of clothes. They were both already hard. Steve shifted his hips to put more pressure on his cock, rubbing himself on Billy in tiny circles.

Billy broke the kiss to fumble with Steve's belt, undoing the clasp and getting Steve's pants unzipped. Steve moved his mouth to Billy's neck, biting lightly on the skin, avoiding his scent gland which was slathered in blockers, as usual.

Billy shoved a hand into Steve's boxers, wrapping it around his cock. Steve groaned against Billy's neck and thrust up into his hand. He heard Billy undoing his own belt, then Billy's hand was wrapped around both of their cocks.

It pinched as Billy started to move. "Ow," Steve muttered. Billy let up. "Let me just…" Steve said, looking around the kitchen island. "Aha!" he exclaimed, spotting the olive oil. He pressed Billy away to grab the bottle, drizzling some on his hand.

Billy snorted, but joined Steve by the island. Steve grasped them both in hand, smoothing the olive oil over their cocks. Much better. Billy's hand joined his, allowing them to wrap all the way around both of their cocks.

Steve went back to kissing Billy as they stroked in tandem. Billy tasted faintly of cigarettes, and overwhelmingly of Billy. Steve sighed, wanting to smell Billy, too. When he was in heat, his scent overwhelmed all the blockers he took and used topically. But now, with him not in heat, all Steve could smell was sweat, and the fake alpha scent Billy used.

He was having trouble getting in the right headspace with that stupid fake scent. There was only one place Billy would still smell like Billy right now. Steve let go of their cocks and dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor.

"The fuck are you doing, Harrington?" Billy grumbled, still using his hand to fist his own cock.

Steve didn't respond, just pressed Billy back against the counter and pushed his legs apart. Billy allowed it, miraculously, and Steve dove forward, licking up the slick that had gathered around Billy's slit.

With his nose buried in Billy's cunt, Steve was surrounded only by the heady scent of Billy, no fake scent getting in his way. Steve reveled in it. He reached down for his own cock, picking back up where he'd left off now that he could focus. He licked and sucked at the skin surrounding Billy's slit, then pressed his tongue in.

He could feel Billy's hand brushing against the top of his head as he continued to stroke his own cock. Steve needed to get in deeper, to taste more of Billy. He pulled his head up for a moment, yanking off one of Billy's shoes then pulling that leg of his jeans off. He grabbed the now bare leg with his free hand and threw it over his shoulder, changing the angle so he could press in further with his tongue.

Billy groaned when Steve started to fuck his tongue into him. The movements of his hand above Steve's head were growing more frantic. Steve's hand on his own cock was flying as pleasure built deep in his gut.

A fresh pool of slick gushed out onto his tongue, sending Steve over the edge. He came with a muffled cry. After, he used his now-free hand to press two fingers into Billy alongside his tongue, crooking them forward to rub at Billy's g-spot. Billy yelped as he came, and Steve unfortunately felt sticky droplets landing on his hair.

He groaned, this time not in pleasure, and sat back on his heels. "In my hair? Seriously?"

Billy shrugged. "You put yourself in the splash zone."

Steve rolled his eyes and stood up. Billy was pulling his jeans back on and heading for the door in an impressively short amount of time.

"You're still just gonna leave right away?" Steve asked, perplexed. Billy did typically leave right after his heats broke, but Steve had hoped that maybe him coming over outside of heat meant they'd be able to do something more than just fuck.

"What, do you need me to stay for a while and cuddle you, Harrington?" Billy shot back, voice heavy with derision.

That would have been nice. Steve had always been a cuddler. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. "Whatever, Billy," Steve mumbled, suddenly feeling exhausted. "I need to take a shower anyway."

Billy's face twitched, like he was trying to keep himself from expressing something. He looked like he was about to say more, but then he shook his head, turned around, and walked out of the house.

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#my fics #steve x billy #harringrove #harringrove fic #omegaverse

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visions--of--collisions · 9 days ago

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Not sure if I'm sending this right, but here goes! Have you written any more for your fic inspired by 'I Get So Hungry (When You Say You Love Me)'? If not maybe just a little something from Let Me Ease Your Mind? They're both so good!🤩🥰

i actually just posted a snippet from the sequel fic here if you want to check it out! and here's a random lmeym snippet, in the meantime:

EXCERPT: let me ease your mind (hobie/miles; omegaverse, friendship, romance; rated: e)

Gwen stared at him incredulously for the five seconds it took her to remember who she was speaking to. She’d spent the first couple months of their relationship walking on eggshells because, while Gwen had known Miles and his Mom and Dad were close, she hadn’t understood that. She and her Father were close, closer than any of her friends were with their parents, back home; now, especially, with everything out in the open. But Miles’ family was a kind of unit she’d never really encountered before, past the anxiety and hope of courting their acceptance. It helped that Rio and Jeff had made the effort to let her in. It helped that they tried to give Miles more of the independence he’d been striving for. It had helped, learning that they were the reason why Miles did the things he could. Every jaywalker that misjudged their timing; every impossible world-saving victory he pulled off just when it seemed there was no way out. Miles always got back up, because the people he loved taught him that. Miles got back up for them when he couldn’t do it for himself. Miles always got back up, so that he could come home.

#fanfic #spiderverse #asks and things #its-just-a-glitch #punkflower #past ghostflower referenced?#let me ease your mind #🎸🌻

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1eos · 2 years ago

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scarred: dark ‘sexy’ romantic retelling of the lion king???????????????????? i wont even copy n paste the synopsis bc.....who needs it

awful omegaverse book 2: um. the omega lady has run away and the most evil man in the world is going to get her back and it will be brutal probably. and like. hella misogynistic but in a way thats ~romantic~ for straight girls who think incel rhetoric from a woman is empowering idk

colleen hoover book: the blurb on the back is lowkey gibberish so here’s an excerpt from a 1 star review kinda sums up the potential mess:

“ CoHo really missed the mark with this one, in my opinion. I really do like that she's moving more towards Contemporary and darker subjects - as with It Ends with Us - but this messy book took on mental illness, sexuality, suicide, abuse, even the Syrian refugee crisis, AND a romance. None of them were done very well. “

tentacle entanglement:

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thecornpornblog · 2 years ago

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#mm romance novel excerpts #omegaverse romance excerpts #I have…my dick…is gigantic #dick too big excerpts

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not-poignant · 3 months ago

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Daily excerpt from today's writing editing, chapter 105 of Underline the Black:

Flitmouse had made a hole in the nest’s side, which was more like a blanket fort on top of the bed. Efnisien couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but Flitmouse kept his hand out. Efnisien took it and found himself pulled into a cramped space, swallowing at the saliva that entered his mouth at the concentrated scent here. Anton had spent time in these blankets recently, and either he’d spiked his pheromones, or his scent just did this around Flitmouse. But it was too much. ‘Hang on,’ Efnisien said, voice strained. ‘I gotta- I still have to breathe.’ Flitmouse made a questioning noise and then reopened the hole Efnisien had come in through. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘It’s fine,’ Efnisien said, gulping down lungfuls of air. ‘I’m fine. Sorry. It’s a pleasant scent. It’s just- I have a response I can’t really control about it.’ ‘Do you have it with Gary?’ Flitmouse sounded fascinated. ‘Yeah,’ Efnisien said. ‘It’s gotten better over time, like my body’s accepted his scent? But if he spikes it badly, I’ll still throw up.’ ‘My goodness, it’s not reassuring at all?’ Efnisien made a sound to the negative, though there were times he liked Gary’s scent. After a few more breaths felt better. He sighed and faced Flitmouse. His face was cast in shadows, the layers of blanket were thick around them. He realised Flitmouse was still holding his hand. ‘What’s been going on?’ Efnisien asked, and hoped it was the right thing to say. The right way to begin. ‘They’re all gone,’ Flitmouse said, his voice breaking. He took a huge, shuddery inhale and moaned it out. ‘They all go. Normally it’s just one at a time, but this time it’s Lucien and Mosk at the same time. I wasn’t even close to Lucien, but they’re all still mine for a short time. And then they- And then they go, and I know it’s good for them, but I hate it so much.’

#daily excerpt #underline the black #underline the rainbow #efnisien ap wledig #alois flitmouse #omegaverse #mm romance #queer romance #ahhh flitmouse #*pets him gently*

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winthorntales · 2 years ago

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✨ Alpha Marked Book #3 (rough draft)

#wip update #sapphic romance #sapphic fiction #ff omegaverse #seme uke #quotes #book excerpt #lgbt romance #yuri omegaverse #female alpha #female dragon #g!p

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donovankinard · 2 years ago

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hullo

i'm akeyla, a pansexual nonbinary (they/them) with a constant feeling of social injustice and a slight addiction to ao3

doesanyonehearrunningwotah is my ao3, on which i'm chronically online

i'm a teenager so please behave yourselves fgs

will be reblogging anything that satisfies my 1d obsession adoration and posting excerpts/updates on my fanfictions so

my pinterest is @akeylaaaaa

ISTP-T

Australian Central (GMT+10:30)

masterlists below the cut :)

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fandoms

one direction/solo

hamilton

rwrb

noah kahan

marauders (not hp. m a r a u d e r s.)

sabrina carpenter

conan gray

olivia rodrigo

5sos

billie eilish + finneas

taylor swift

ed sheeran

we three

morgan wallen

kelsea ballerini

doctor who

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tags:

#alex my love❤ - all conversations with or about my brilliant partner #bloggy stuff - blog stuff #rebloggy stuff - reblog stuff #ask answered - asks #masterpost - this post, and all ficfest, challenge, etc. masterposts #personal - personal stuff

all other tags are a given (taylor swift, one direction) and used erratically and unusually, so.

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masterposts:

2023/24 writing schedule

Whumptober Masterpost

Whumpuary Masterpost

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complete original pieces:

none yet. watch this space.

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original WIPs:

letters from my bedroom floor (ongoing poetry compilation)

more soon. watch this space.

--- complete fanfictions:

underneath the mistletoe (larry stylinson christmas au)

tear away my tattoos (larry stylinson break-up au)

just for a moment (larry stylinson break-up au)

grey hairs (larry stylinson old age au)

greatest fear (larry stylinson 1D reunion au)

hold on (larry stylinson multichap mental health au)

orange juice (larry stylinson multichap break-up au)

gone (louis centric multichap zayn's death au)

whumptober 2023 collection- masterpost here.

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WRITING SCHEDULE 2023/24

caffeine factor (ziam mayne, hurt-but-mostly-comfort coffee shop au) (multichap, some chapters published)

words hurt (larry stylinson hurt-comfort high school au) (multichap, upcoming)

it’s time to go (larry stylinson, hurt-with-a-little-comfort au) (multichap, upcoming) (will rename)

haven't you ever been in love before (larry stylinson hurt-comfort uni au) (multichap, upcoming)

meet you in the future (larry stylinson fantasy/sci-fi au) (multichap, upcoming)

eccedentesiast (larry stylinson hurt-comfort au) (one-shot, upcoming)

if we never met (larry stylinson fight au) (one shot, upcoming)

come back (larry stylinson multichap mental health au) (sequel to hold on) (upcoming)

grief unites (larry stylinson hurt-comfort au) (multichap, upcoming) (probably will rename)

dream (larry stylinson solo louis angsty au) (multichap, upcoming) (will rename)

love is an open door (larry stylinson-family fluff) (one shot, upcoming)

2011 (larry stylinson hurt-comfort au) (one shot, upcoming)

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writing request masterlist

i write mostly romance, heavy on the angst, but i'm pretty open to anything, just read through this first <3

i won't write non-con, it's just a huge no. i won't write romanticized abuse, incest or p3d0ph1lia either - including teacher-student relationships, step siblings, or those weird fics where the twins are in a poly relationship with a third party?? like no you sick fcks oml. or those overromanticised fics where they have feelings for each other as kids??? nopity nope. children. don't. have. romantic. relationships. i shouldn't even have to say it. anything below secondary is just no.

i don't write omegaverse, you do you but it's a no from me. i don't write y/n or x reader fics, just not my vibe.

oh i also don't write fanfictions where the larry stunts (danielle, eleanor, taylor, caroline, kendall, whoever it may be) are like, villains? no thank you.

(also side note caroline flack didn't do anything illegal or wrong, even if you think it's kinda gross. the age of consent in both the UK and most of the US is 16 therefore harry was legally able to consent and she was not responsible for anything you frown upon in that whole situation.)

--- asks

ask whatever, just be respectful. or don't. anon hate is fun to debate tbh.

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as for this entire thing; i may have copied it from my brilliant partner and my writing inspiration - @youreverydaydemikid

speaking of which, if you see the tag "alex my love❤" that means its me talking to or about said partner!!

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