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(for the happier headcanon questions: 13, 18 and 24. <3)
13. what would your muse consider their best physical feature?
He's quite fond of his eyes, but he also loves lifting heavy things, like various car parts or working a pulley to lift an engine block and feeling the burn of his arms, core, and legs working for him.
18. what kind of hugs does your muse give? gentle? tight? pick and spin?
Depends on who he's hugging. Usually it's a side-hug. Joan usually gets a handclasp that turns into a hug with their joined hands trapped between their chests. Josie gets the type of hug you'd give your mom, something gentle, maybe lingering a little. Jennifer/Agent Banshee (@agents-of-virtue) gets the pick-up-and-spin when he hasn't seen her for a while.
24. what is your muse’s favorite animal? have they ever gotten to see one in person?
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September is for Coven / Asylum / Apocalypse rewatches, October is for Murder House / Hotel / Double Feature and November is for Roanoke / Cult / Freakshow. Idfc, I said what I said.
#evan peters#ahs fandom#im just a girl#just girly things#celebrity crush#celebrity#ahs murder house#ahs cult#ahs coven#ahs roanoke#ahs hotel#ahs asylum#ahs apocalypse#ahs double feature#ahs freakshow#ahs#tate langdon#violet harmon#misty day#kai anderson#rewatches#kit walker#taissa farmiga#lily rabe#jessica lange#sarah paulson#billie lourd#halloween#november#october
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Hosea: "OK, Dutch. Look normal." Hosea: . . . . Hosea: "Well, it took three takes . . . "
#the things that man puts up with#he loves though#for the most part#;)#vandermatthews wednesday#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#red dead#red dad redemption#red dead redemption two#video games#rockstar games#vandermatthews#hosea matthews#dutch van der linde#vdm#hosea x dutch#dutch x hosea#rdr2 dutch#rdr2 hosea#hosea rdr2#dutch rdr2#Roanoke Ridge#rdr2 photography#red dead redemption 2 photography#virtual photography#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2 community#cowboys#old west
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Yeehawgust 2023, Day 2 - We Ride at Dawn
#yeehawgust#yeehawgust 2023#my art#my uploads#rdr#rdr2#rdo#red dead redemption#red dead redemption 2#red dead online#tagging red dead cause this is based on roanoke ridge and those two are me and my friend's characters from online back when we still played#anyway#we may ride at dawn#but i sure as shit did not post at dawn#was so busy trying to finish up an art thing that took me a month#almost didn't have enough time to do this#i'm gonna try and do at least 5 prompts this year#we'll see#shoutouts to my first original post in a year though#decided to go buck wild with the colors on this one#tried for actual dawn colors#and didn't just stick with a mono color or dual color palette
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new dvds i bought at my local record store <3
#ahs roanoke#ahs cult#american horror story#roanoke#american horror story cult#dvd#dvd collection#dvds#coquette#girlblogging#girlblogger#just girly things#ahs#im just a girl#ahs fandom#evan peters fandom#ahs kai#girly things#girlcore#girly#girlhood#coquette aesthetic#coquettecore
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Guys, I might start a podcast with @serialkilluh1996 . I'm in my sophie green era.
Us exploring horrific fandoms together.
#american horror story#taissa farmiga#roanoke#ahs fandom#ahs#american horror story murder house#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#just girly things#girl blogger#im just a girl#cinnamon girl#girlblogger#girl interrupted#girlblog#girlblogging#hell is a teenage girl#evan peters
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I finally finished Roanoke, so this is my current ranking for those who care ✨
#s things#ahs#american horror story#ahs asylum#<- my absolute beloved#ahs roanoke#ahs murder house#ahs coven#ahs hotel#ahs freakshow#sorry I’m a coven anti#literally I dislike everything about that season except Kyle#the Delphine lalaurie idea (because I’m interested in the real story behind that)#and like idk. Angela Bassett and Jessica Lange#and I don’t like murder house because violet and Tate are ✨grim✨#literally the only thing I’m looking forward to in Apocalypse is Ms Lange coming back the absolute queen#and James Patrick March appearing for like 10 seconds#bitches where is my kit walker. I want him back N O W#I miss him so much. him and Jude. fucking slay
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Finally watched Gretel & Hansel. I wondered why I misremembered the poster as having the witch pull a string of teeth out of her mouth, then I realized I confused it with an American Horror Story: Roanoke poster.
Honestly, G&H’s scares me more. The implication Holda swallowed whole children including hair is way more terrifying than anything on the AHS poster: “So hungry was I to realize my own powers, I hardly chewed.”
The subject wasn’t even an actual character on the show. We don’t know where she got all those teeth. Maybe she grows them on her nails and they just loosen like baby teeth or they’re worn down like rabbits’. If not, and the most unusual thing about her is that she has twelve fingers, that’s not scary.
#Tawney talks#Gretel & Hansel#American Horror Story#Gretel & Hansel 2020#AHS#minors do not interact#horror#trichophagia#cannibalism#body horror#for the teeth growing thing not the extra digits#Gretel & Hansel: A Grim Fairy Tale#American Horror Story: Roanoke
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what is Haven even about because every time i see gifs of them talking about Troubles with a capital T i think of the irish ones
Yeah you know, that's what I thought too when I started watching because they sure did name their little magical curse after the uh, very real political and nationalist conflict that waged in Ireland between the 1960s and 90 huh
Anyway Haven’s veeeeeery loosely inspired by the Stephen King novella The Colorado Kid so it’s set in a small town in Maine called Haven, natch, where every 27 years, these magical afflictions/curses called The Troubles pop up. They’re almost all terrible like Dwight becoming a literal bullet magnet or Nathan losing his entire sense of touch but some are more manageable, like how everything that one woman eats turns to cake. It’s a mixed bag but Troubles for the most part run in the family and are passed down from parent to child, so you typically know what you’re gonna get
But also, every 27 years the same woman blows into town. Sometimes she’s Lucy, sometimes she’s Sarah, sometimes she’s Veronica, but she’s always connected to the Troubles somehow and when she leaves, so do the Troubles
So Haven’s about FBI special agent Audrey Parker who gets sent to Haven for a routine case and ends up embroiled in the mystery of this town with her cop partner Nathan and resident bad boy smuggler Duke. They end up at the heart of the Troubles and together with their plucky rotating cast of women that the writers love killing off, they have to figure out how to rid Haven of the Troubles forever or risk the entire town getting blown up and everyone in it dying
#questionbell#anonymous#i mean once you get to s3 there are like 15 plots happening at the same time because you get into duke's whole backstory and james's murder#and nathan's dealing with the guard while vince is doing whatever he's doing (generally being unhelpful) and the whole thing with the rev#but at it's core haven's about audrey duke and nathan trying to solve the troubles and save haven#but also just wait until you find out how they work the real actual lost colony of roanoke and croatoan into this because they sure do
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* rough concept ideas for ahs oc verses ... decided her name will remain the same ( andrea marie roth ) but different characterizations per season NOT SPOILER FREE .
murder house : a ghost within the house , murderer while alive
asylum : a diagnosed schizophrenic believes she's been abducted numerous times by aliens , patient at briarcliff
coven : witch in the coven , insanely powerful , teacher at miss robichaux's .
freak show : one of the oddities in fräulein elsa's cabinet of curiosities a unique girl known for not only her psychic gifts but her peculiar ability to transform into a wolf
hotel : a vampire residing in hotel cortez , one of the countess' minions
roanoke : tba
cult : member of the cult , later s.c.u.m.
apocalypse : reprising coven role , key player in the apocalypse and subsequent events
1984 : counselor at camp redwood , serial killer enthusiast
red tide : talented sketch artist and incredible sorceress , becomes an profoundly gifted bartender after taking the black pills comes to cape cod every winter to work at the muse and then when summer comes she returns to her home town of new orleans ( possible coven connection ??? )
death valley : woman thought of as a town lunatic , experiences numerous abductions and utilized as one of the incubation experiments for human alien hybrids ( possible asylum connection ??? )
nyc : tba
#ooc tbt#the excitement i feel is palpable tbh#feedback welcome and ill update when I watch Roanoke and NYC#don't let me fling myself down the ahs connection rabbit hole on god#THESE ARE JUST THE R O U G H C O N C E P T IDEAS AND DON'T REFLECT FINAL DECISIONS ON THINGS#tbh i'm not even sure i'm gonna go through with it i just got brainrot really bad
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Idk what timezone some of yall are in, but Taissa’s birthday is the 17th. Not the 16th. You’re a little early babes 😭
Anyways it’s midnight for me so…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAISSA LOVE!!!!!!
#ahs fandom#im just a girl#just girly things#ahs murder house#lana del ray aesthetic#celebrity crush#celebrity#taissa farmiga#violet ahs#violet harmon#zoe benson#sophie green#ahs roanoke#ahs coven#happy birthday#happy birthday taissa
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Learning more about CRISPr actually gives my whole DNA maintenance and "thresholds"(a personal concept in my own world) theories more credence. Interesting they've fixed genetic issues but something in the body remembers the old "incorrect" or "damaged" DNA/genetics and fixes back to that state.
So, more to explore in future chapters and fics with all things touched by the Elders having varying DNA/genetic problems due to lack of maintenance and/or planned issues. Fun time limits to explore for the various subjects. Importance and usefulness may give you a longer or tighter leash!
And makes the Elders more imperfect in my book too, and more ideas for their own health issues to explore.
#thank you Roanoke Gaming. Fellow Georgian and exceedingly ripped scientist#his vids on exploring the biology of aliens/creatures/diseases and more give me a lot of ideas for various things#xcom#xcom musings#xcom worldbuilding#Pretty much in my book the Elders are insanely smart but creatively sterile to a point and a lot of their ideas and inventions they ->#pilfer from species they've conquered. So they 'upgrade' stolen technology semi-frequently. And also pick the brains of their subjects ->#for ideas to steal/remold into something 'better'.#and yes I know I need to write that Maker post >_>
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AMERICAN HORROR STORY: ROANOKE | 6.09
#american horror story#ahs#ahs: roanoke#ahsedit#americanhorrorstoryedit#tvedit#showedit#*#*gifs#randomly started thinking about this and immediately had to just make some quick gifs (so excuse the coloring)#but this is honestly still one of the funniest things in the show for me
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Drew tries not to think too hard about the fact that he's undead. He is, by all means, not alive anymore but for the mycelium that finds his body to be a fun hobby
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I couldn't believe how huge this home is for $399,900. It was built in 1973 in Roanoke, IN, and has 3bds, 3ba. But, it's kinda quirky and has some rooms that still need to be finished. It has a pending sale, though. Take a look around.
The entrance hall. It's not so much that there're steps up to a living room, but the first one appears so narrow and there's nothing to hold onto.
We see that the carpet needs to be stretched. The living room is very large and has a lovely fireplace and bookshelf.
At the top of the stairs there's a pass-thru to a dining area and the kitchen.
The kitchen's dated. Laminate counters, older style cabinets, and Harvest Gold '70s stove and dishwasher.
The primary bedroom is large and has a fireplace.
The en-suite has a step-up sunken black tub and a matching sink.
Thru the windows of the 2nd bedroom, you can see the unfinished addition.
Downstairs, there's a nice rec room with a stone fireplace.
And, a bar.
The only thing I can think of, is that this is a dance studio.
A spiral staircase is already up in the addition.
I don't know anything about construction, but why is the roof of another building coming thru the floor?
This is weird.
The home is on 4.92 acres of land.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/12130-Ernst-Rd-Roanoke-IN-46783/73140209_zpid/?
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Defying Conventions II
Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI, A/B/O
➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link ➵ Previous Please be warned -cw: omegaverse, breeding kink, impregnation, pregnant sex, graphic birth. If those things bother you, then this is not the fic for you.
I feel like I am taking a big risk with this one. As someone who has recently gone through childbirth, it is definitely a traumatic thing, even when things go well. I write as a coping mechanism for trauma - so here it is.
It’s all going to shit.
Hosea. Lenny. Dead. John just busted out of Sisika. The bank robbery in Lemoyne gone completely south - and being marooned on that godforsaken island.
Not to mention Dutch and his behavior. Seems like Micah is in the man’s ear more than anyone else nowadays.
Beaver Hollow is miserable - damp, in these dark, dusty hills of Roanoke. It's stifling, the misery this place exudes.
“Arthur-”
Arthur whips around, ready to snap at yet another person asking him to do something-
It’s you. Your cheeks are the slightest bit flushed. His hackles settle, temper calmed by the nearness of his other half.
“What d’ya need, darlin’?” He smiles as he raises his hand to welcome you into an embrace.
You don’t move, causing him to frown.
“I… uhm, I-” You stumble slightly, your hand unconsciously moving to your neck, where you have pinned a shawl to cover your skin.
Realization dawns on him, and a low, dull ache begins to burn in his gut.
“Y’ sayin’ we need to get away for a few days?”
You sheepishly shake your head, cheeks flushed. His smile returns and he takes the step to move closer. He wraps his arms around you, clutching you to him. You sigh and melt into his strong embrace.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his chest, shuddering slightly as you can feel your heat closing in on you. Tomorrow you’d be a blithering mess.
Arthur presses his lips to your forehead.
“Reckon that’s the best thing anyone’s asked me to do in a while.”
“You ain’t mad?” You look up at him, incredulous.
“Am I mad about my mate askin’ me to get away from this shithole for a few days and spend the hours ruttin’ away?”
“I just hate being so… needy. Dumb omega shit.” You sigh, burying your head in his chest again.
Arthur sighs knowingly, then grins as he pulls the shawl down to expose your neck and immediately buries his head against your clammy skin.
You yelp in surprise and arousal as you feel his tongue press against your mating gland - it’s a good thing that he has one arm strong around your waist, or else you would be stumbling to the ground.
Arthur groans quietly, squeezing you gently. “I’m yer alpha. Y’know what I need? I need to satisfy you.”
You try to push him back, afraid that you’re going to go into heat standing here in the middle of camp as he nuzzles at your neck. Alas, your lover is built like a brick wall, and it is only after quite a bit of fidgeting and you trying to yank your shawl back up that he takes the hint.
“Annesburg? Or d’ya want to go further?” He drawls as you try to collect yourself.
You scowl up at him, “After that, we’ll need to go to Annesburg. Now.”
Arthur smirks, his eyes hidden under the rim of that old gambler’s hat. “Say less, darlin’ girl. Say less.”
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It’s a miracle that you can stand upright, there in the gunsmith’s shop as Arthur leans on the counter. While he had been in the foulest of moods earlier in the day, he’d found a second wind the moment you told him you needed him - suddenly acting full alpha - cocky and possessive and hell-bent on getting you desperate for him.
Christ, the whole ride down from Beaver Hollow was near excruciating - Arthur having dragged you onto the saddle in front of him, pressed against him completely, instead of pulling you up on his horse’s rump. Leaning over every so often and nipping at your neck. Groping your breast after passing another rider on the road. By the time the two of you had ridden into the dusty mine town, the flush that had dusted your cheeks before extended down your neck and chest.
“One room. ‘nd here’s extra to not bother us for a few days.”
The poor gunsmith blanches, completely understanding the threatening tone in Arthur’s voice. He nods, handing the alpha a key, muttering directions to the room, in the building next to the shop.
Arthur smirks, turning around and grabbing your arm, guiding you quickly to the room. Punching the key into the lock, he opens the door and watches as you stumble inside. A rumble, all alpha, punches out of his chest as you wipe at your brow, leaning against the wardrobe in the room.
“I’m just gonna get the horse straight. Be back in a minute.” Arthur calls back as he steps out of the room, leaving you to pant wearily as you survey the room that you’re going to lock the two of you in for the next couple of days.
You whine as you paw at the shawl hiding your neck, finally unlatching it and throwing it unceremoniously to the floor. Feverishly unbuttoning your blouse, you pull your arms out of it and toss it aside as well. You’re yanking the straps of your chemise down your arms and baring your breasts as Arthur re-enters the room. Your chemise hangs around your waist as your hands cup your breasts, your breath coming in short, fast pants.
“Need it that bad, omega?” Arthur purrs, pushing your hands away from your chest and placing his own atop your breasts, squeezing gently as you moan.
“Don’t - don’t be cruel- I’m…shit, I’m in heat.” You gasp out as his thumb traces over your nipple. Your knees shake as your hands grasp at him, and you feel your bloomers dampen as your slick begins to come.
One of Arthur’s hands moves from your breast to your waist and immediately starts yanking at your skirts, loosening the waist and pushing them down, along with your bloomers, to pool on the floor at your ankles, leaving you completely bare.
“I’ve got you, darlin’ girl,” Arthur grasps one of your hands and presses it against his massive erection in his pants, and you mewl desperately, craving the way he fills you.
“Go on, get on the bed.” He nods to you and you shakily follow his order, laying down on the bed and opening your legs, rubbing at your throbbing core, watching as your alpha undresses himself. Jacket and work shirt, denim and union suit, they are all shed as you watch, touching yourself all the while.
He goes to climb into the bed with you as you catch a glimpse of his eyes - the faintest red rim around those blue pools.
You groan, a pained cry from your chest, and he stops immediately. Your heat has fully set in, and your body jolts in furious need. You sit up rapidly, trying to gain some semblance of control over yourself.
“I.. you… you begin to rut, there’s a chance-” you suck in a breath against the cramping pain, “I’ll take.”
Arthur hovers over you. “Is that what you want?”
A pained gasp is all you can reply.
“It hurts-” you moan, crumbling forward in the bed, clutching at your lower abdomen. Arthur’s large, warm hands find your sides immediately and gently push you to lay fully on your stomach.
“Hands and knees, let me take care of you.”
You breathe heavily, labored, through your mouth, your fever making you weak. You let him maneuver you however he wants, having lost the strength to do anything else. Your limbs are drawn under you, and your head presses heavily into the old pillow. He positions himself behind you, grabbing your hips and hoisting them up. You moan throatily into that pillow as he takes one hand to stroke his cock into full rigidity.
Before he presses inside, it hits you. You push up on your elbows and he stops, rubbing your lower back. You breathe out against another cramp that shudders through your body. “You… you’re gonna…”
All of the hotheadedness of being an alpha vanishes.
“Honey we don’t have to - it’s what you want.”
You swallow. He’s in position to mount you, the most base and primal of ways to slake this biological need. The complete and utter submission of an omega to their alpha. Some say it’s an old wives tale, but omegas know - they are taught very early on, that being mounted was supposedly the best way to breed - the surest way to conceive a child. That if they were caught out in the world by an alpha, to fight like hell to not be mounted.
“What do you want, Arthur?”
He leans over you and you feel his lips on your shoulder as one of his hands gently grasps the crest of your hip.
“I wanna spend my days wit’ you.”
“That don’t answer the question.” You suck in another breath against the pain.
He pets your cunt gently, making you shiver as his knuckle parts your folds. “I’ll be happy either way. If you wanna spend our days ridin’ as partners or raisin’ children - I’ll be there as your mate.”
“And… and if I want…?” You gasp out against the pain, your slick starting to run down his knuckle all the way to his wrist, “If I want to have your child?”
He groans loudly and removes his hand from your cunt, immediately smearing your slick all over his cock and he pumps it vigorously. His opposite hand clamps hard on your hip, yanking you up to align with his swaying pelvis.
“Omega-” he growls, all predator, with the blunt head of his cock pressed against the seam of you, probing against the rim of your cunt, raring to plunge into your body, “I’ll breed you right, girl.”
His voice is rough, his tone warning. Another sway of his hips and his cockhead slips in, you do your part and press your hips back to take him, to urge him forward. You moan throatily into the pillow as he presses inside - somehow his cock feels bigger, thicker in this position than at any other time.
“Fuck, darlin’.” Arthur curses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, hands strong on your hips. On his knees behind you, he guides you on and off of his cock as he thrusts his hips in tandem. The bed squeaks with the movement of your bodies. You clench the pillow hard as your lover picks up the pace, fucking into you frantically.
With each powerful thrust of him into you, you feel his knot start to grow, stretching you with a pain that you crave. If you were able to turn around and look up at him, you’d see his eyes rimmed in red. But you could tell, with the way his hands clamp on your hips, the hardness of his cock - you know he’s gone into rut.
He slows, breathing heavily through his nose, reminiscent of a beast of burden.
“Darlin’-” his voice is rough and thick with arousal, “Last chance, omega. D’ya want me to put a baby in you?”
You shudder, hissing at the finality of his implication as you feel the trickle down your neck from your mating gland of that sweet, pheromone-filled oil.
“Yes.” You whine, “Yes, Arthur, let me - give me, ngh-” you throw your hips backward to spear yourself on his hard cock, “Breed me.”
“Fuck-” Arthur groans, and almost immediately, his knot swells, stretching the rim of your cunt as he locks himself into you. You whine against the pain-pleasure of it all.
Here you are, on your hands and knees, alpha mounting you, waiting for him to breed you - oh, what a place to be in - what a situation you thought you would never be in. Arthur quickly leans over you, plastering his chest over your back, his strong arms caging you in on either side of your own. It’s terrifyingly intimate as he breathes loudly through his nose, nipping at the gland on your neck.
The world slows.
“I love you,” he rumbles into your ear, and gives one more thrust into you, knot keeping him snugly in your cunt, “I love you - I love you -” He babbles before sucking one final breath in.
Every nerve of yours is alight. You’ve never felt so in tune with your body. For one final instant, you shiver, your womb ready to accept. One final cramp of need, lower than ever, and you know it is the way your body sings for your mate. Your heart stops. Your cunt clenches at Arthur’s cock, as if it were begging for him the same way you shamelessly are.
Splayed over you, his lips quickly find your gland and he sucks, you gasp, and then you can feel it - deep in your body, you feel the warmth of his seed, his cock pulsing in your cunt as he fills you.
The sound he makes is beautiful, a moan that transcends physical need. No, this was more. This was your mate, this was breeding, this was the pinnacle of what you were born for. This was creation. The swell of emotion overflows as tears burst from your eyes. You let out a crooning moan of your own as you take him, you take all of him, every pulse of him into your womb.
The moment seems to last forever. Heaving, panting, groaning, Arthur empties himself into you, locked at the hilt, your body shaking at the sheer implication of it all. For once in your life, your omegahood was not a curse. Your alpha, bent over you, mounted and pumping his hot spend into you.
Arthur gasps like a fish out of water once he’s done. The roaring of your heart in your chest seems to overpower everything. You sob loudly and he immediately sobers and moves the two of you to lay on your sides on the bed, still locked at the hips. He brushes back a lock of your hair, “Honey, are you alri-?”
“I love you,” you cry out, taking his hand and pulling it to your breast, over your heart. “Arthur I love you, I need you - you’re everything-”
He settles in behind you, his knot still locked strong within your body.
“Honey darlin’ girl…” You can feel him smile into your hair, “Mate.”
All of the fierceness, the rough possession, it all has faded as Arthur gently nuzzles the back of your head. You pull his hand down to your belly, right to the cradle of your hips, to splay out over your womb. “Our child - Arthur.”
He presses against your hot skin, arms wrapped tightly around you, and the next thing you know, that overwhelming warmth shoots through your cunt again as he breathes out heavily.
“Gonna make sure I give you one.” He groans, voice rough as he shallowly pumps his hips against your rear, another round of spend coating your insides.
You mewl, accepting him, rolling your hips as you make another noise of desperation.
“Y‘okay?” He asks, his arm tightening around you.
You whine, wiggling your hips, testing the strength of his knot. He growls in your ear, one of his hands shooting down to your cunt and forcing your legs apart and the other wound under your ribcage, engulfing and squeezing one of your breasts.
Arthur sucks in a breath and nuzzles the back of your neck. His hips jut forward once again, and his cock swells within you.
“Got one last one in me - gonna, gonna g-give you-“
Your entire body quivers in anticipation, and you grab Arthur’s hand from your breast and spread it over your lower belly, holding your hand over his. Over where you will grow and create and swell with child, his child.
“Give me a baby, Arthur-”
Arthur grunts, cock pulsing, and you mewl as you feel the bleeding warmness of him exit his body and enter yours. Gentle waves of him, dripping down and over his knot, smearing across both his and your thighs. A physical sign that he’s filled your cunt to the brim with his seed.
Finally, as the two of you breathe heavily from near-exhaustion, Arthur’s knot recedes enough that he is able to pull himself from you. Arthur slides himself from your body gently, and you whine as his inches leave you. He leans over you and kisses your temple. “I’ll get us some food. Get some rest.”
You turn over in the bed to face him, rubbing gently at your belly. You smile, mischievously.
“I like you mountin’ me.”
Arthur scowls at you, “Jesus Christ, you can’t just say that. We’ll never leave this bed if you keep acting like that.”
You simply smile, leaning in and taking his lips with yours, throwing your leg over his hip, preventing him from leaving the sanctity of the bed. One of his hands rounds your hip to cup your ass.
Shivering slightly, you involuntarily clench as you feel another trickle of his essence leak from your cunt. You look down between you, Arthur’s eyes following yours. You unwind your leg from his hip and turn to lie on your back.
Your dark hair has lovely drips of white coursing through it, and Arthur groans quietly when he sees it. He reaches, collecting that viscous rivulet on his finger, and you watch intently as he looks back at you, raising his brow as he trails his finger through your thatch of hair.
He lovingly, gently presses it back in, and you whine with oversensitivity at the feeling of his thick trigger finger slipping through the sore rim of your cunt. Arthur takes your lips with his, smothering your complaint.
After several moments, he extracts his hand, leaning back on his elbow. He nuzzles against your neck, the now-faded ring left by his teeth those weeks ago. “When will you know if you took?”
You shrug, “I guess when my heat ends. Never really paid attention much to them omega lessons…What happens now?”
Arthur rolls onto his back, stretching himself out in the bed, looking up at the moisture-stained ceiling of the rented room. “Things are endin’ with the gang. As much as it kills me to say it…”
You move closer to him, laying your head upon his chest. “And us…?”
“You’re my mate. You’re hopefully carrying my child. Ain't gonna make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
You fiddle with a strand of your long, messy hair. “I know we’re mates and all but…” you trail off, eyes trained on the strand of hair instead of him.
“Let’s get Swanson to marry us,” Arthur says, winding his arm around you again.
A smile blooms across your face and you immediately sit up and kiss him, hard, dragging him back down to the bed.
You awaken the next day in the mid-morning, when the sun is already high in the sky. Arthur’s already up, sitting on the side of the bed, half-dressed. He looks back at you as you stretch your arms overhead. Yawning, you run your hands down your body to rest at the cradle of your hips.
A warmth blooms under your hand. You don’t know how to explain it, but you’re sure you took.
His large hand covers yours.
“Thinkin’ so?”
You nod, looking back at him, unable to stop yourself from smiling. You push yourself up and crash into his embrace.
“But you know, can never be too sure.” You giggle.
A spark of amusement shoots through those river-blue eyes of his.
“Get on your knees, omega. Let’s make sure.”
-
Months Later…
“Absolutely not.”
You frown, pouting reminiscent of a petulant child. You have to stop yourself from stomping your foot on the old wooden floor.
“Ain’t no way in hell am I mountin’ you when you're this close to giving birth.” Arthur scowls at you, looking you up and down with a set jaw and exasperated tone.
“C’monnn…” You tease, taking your hands and running them down your ribcage to highlight your quite large belly under the fabric of your dress.
“No. Christ, it’s hard enough not to go into rut when you’re just sleeping next to me.” Arthur shakes his head, turning away from you, trying to distract himself.
“Gentle?” You wind your way around him, your hand tracing up his back.
“Woman….” He gives a warning tone, but you can tell that you are wearing him down.
“Please, alpha.” You press yourself against him suggestively, taking one of his hands and placing it over the swell of your belly, “You need to take care of your omega.”
His fingers pulse over your skin, and with a sigh, he gives in, “I ain’t knotting you, no matter how much you beg. Christ, I shouldn’t even be entertainin’ this.”
With a giggle, your fingers fly to where his suspenders are fastened to his black work pants, and before he can even react, you have one unclipped. He snatches your hands away from his waist and holds them up above your head.
“You are the most troublesome-”
You lean up on your and kiss him, effectively silencing his retort. When you pull away, you smile up at him, and he cannot help but give the smallest smile back.
“Like I was sayin’, troublesome. C’mon now, get in bed.” Arthur playfully swats at your hip as you grab his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom.
The small cabin could use some updating - but for the soon-to-be three of you, the small homestead tucked away in the hills of Ambarino is exactly what you never knew you needed. A small bedroom, a bed tucked over in the corner, a fireplace, and an old, beaten-up dresser - for all the time you’d spent running, sleeping in tents and on bedrolls - having a home with your husband was something you’d never think you’d have.
As you reach the bed, he stops you and spins you around, holding you upright all the while. Arthur leans down and presses his lips against yours, one hand pulling at your dress, gathering up the skirts, bunching them up, raising them up, up to your hips. With an awkward shimmy with your belly hanging low, your bloomers pool to the floor with a quick tug from Arthur’s fingers.
“C’mon - lay down,” Arthur taps your hip and motions to the bed.
You raise your eyebrows as he undoes his other suspender, about to comment on how dressed the two of you still are.
“No-” he warns, “You take everythin’ off and I’m definitely knotting you. And we aren’t doin’ that.”
You’re about to complain again but are cut off as he pushes you, gently, down onto the bed before shoving his pants and short drawers down his saddle-hewn thighs.
At that sight, you quickly lay down, rolling onto your side as you hike your skirts up to bare your cunt.
“Thought so, troublesome.” Arthur jokes as he slides himself into bed behind you, the skin of his pelvis and cock warm against your rear.
It takes some awkward maneuvering - everything is awkward when you are this far gone, but finally, he slowly presses himself into you, and you sigh in contentment.
It’s everything he is not to slam his hips into you, to knot you, to claim claim claim. But he needs to be soft, to be gentle, to be careful.
You moan appreciatively when he gives a shallow pulse of his hips. The sheath of your body feels like a live wire - primed and ready to snap at any time. The pace he finds is slow, but full and heady. You mewl, your body shuddering as you come, and Arthur is forced to pull himself from you and wrap his hand around his cock, hissing as he feels his knot expand around nothing.
You struggle to turn yourself over, but finally do so and wrap your hand around his knot, joining his hand around that swollen base of him. He unclenches his jaw and looks down at you as you squeeze at him, moving your fingers from his hard knot up his shaft, and downward again.
“Sweetheart you don’t-” he grits out as you begin to pump him.
“Hush-” you interrupt as you lay your head upon his chest, twisting your hand around him as you stroke up and down. It doesn’t take long for him to find his own end. Arthur growls, thrusting his hips upward as he comes, spurting white out of the head of his cock over both of your hands.
After catching his breath, he kisses the crown of your head, “You okay?”
You look up and smile at him, satiated.
-
Arthur tosses the last of the firewood he’d been chopping all afternoon in the pile under the overhang, wiping the sweat from his brow as he lays the ax against the outside of the cabin. Grabbing the carbine that he had been cleaning earlier, he shoulders it as he pushes through the front door.
“Darl-”
The bedroom door is closed. Warily, he grabs the door handle and slowly opens it. Arthur stops completely, eyes widening as he scans the room. The whole atmosphere has changed from even this morning, and he slides the carbine from his shoulder and props it against the wall.
It’s dark, the curtains drawn against the midafternoon sun. Before his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can just barely make out your form, leaning against the mantle, your head on your forearms.
He closes the door again, recreating the safety of the nest. He realizes that’s what it is only after shutting the door. A nest.
“Is it-?”
You nod as pain rips through you and you groan, clutching your belly. Arthur is on you in an instant, holding you upright.
Immediately, a fierce agitation in his blood sings. Protect, protect, protect.
You breathe out heavily through your nose as you stand up to full height again. “C’n you make a fire? I need… I need-”
“Anythin’, darlin’. Here, how about you sit down-”
“No, no I need to walk.”
For the next hours, you pace back and forth in the room, wincing every so often, one hand supporting your belly. You’ve kicked your shoes off, and Arthur has as well, sitting in a chair next to the fire, knee bouncing as he watches you intently. The warmth of the room is nearly suffocating to him, but he would never dream of asking to open the window or put out the fire. He simply rolls up the sleeves of his faded blue work shirt.
You suck in a pained breath and a groan echoes through the room as you double over, trying to assuage the overwhelming feeling in your hips.
“I- I think it’s time… h-help me get undressed and onto the bed.”
Arthur nods, stepping closer to you and reaching for the laces of your dress, pulling them apart and helping you step out of the fabric. He continues, solemnly, pushing the straps of your chemise down your shoulders. Gently, your chemise falls away, your bloomers puddle at your feet. Arthur’s blood is on fire as he can see the rivulet of liquid trail down your legs. Your breasts heavy and full, nipples darkened, your belly low. Your body heaving.
He is in awe. Not carnally - though he always wants you - he is in awe of you gritting your teeth against a wave of pain. He is in awe at the movement he sees in your belly. He is in awe of what is about to come, what you are about to do. You groan and reach for him. He immediately places his hands around your waist to steady you. You murmur softly as you lean into his embrace.
“Let’s get you to bed, darlin’ girl.” Arthur gently leads you to the bed and helps you lie down in it. You groan, trying to get comfortable, but it is a lost cause.
The hours continue to roll by, punctuated by your body seizing in agonizing pain every few minutes. You whimper to the ceiling, jumbled syllables of prayers, of curses, of his name.
He wants to growl, he wants to go outside and tear something to pieces. There is an overwhelming need to destroy as he watches you writhe in pain trying to bring his child into the world. He wants to fight another alpha - to dominate - to provide some kind of placation to the inferno in his chest.
Another pained, agonized whimper from you brings him back to reality.
“Si-sit me up,” You grit your teeth as Arthur helps you up, he sits at the head of the bed behind you and you lean back on him for strength. He will give you it all, he would give you anything to take this pain away, if only he could shoulder this task for you. You spread your legs a little further as your head falls back upon his shoulder, a wail crawling out of your throat. Slick trails down your neck from your mating gland as Arthur helps to hold you in a reclined position.
Spiced, warm, rich- with just a hint of the sweetness you usually smell like. It’s different, and instead of driving him wild with the need to rut, it’s making his heart pound with anxiousness and protectiveness. He’s sure if someone were to encroach on the area he would tear them to shreds with his bare hands right now.
“Doin’ so good.” He murmurs against your temple and you moan again in response, your head lolling forward as you hoarsely cry out.
“A-Arthur, its- it’s comin’, the baby-” You pant, and your hands move from clutching the bed sheets hanging between your legs.
“I’m here, I’m here.” Assurance is all he can do at the moment. Blood begins to stain the sheet underneath you as you breathe heavily out your nose. Red smears your thighs as the end draws near. Your back tenses and your fingers clutch at his. Your nails dig into the back of his hand, but his pain be damned. Your head turns into his chest, squeezing your eyes shut, searching for some sort of comfort.
A rumble, deep and strong, claws up from his chest. His free hand spreads out over your belly, pulsing, cramping, hard - he can feel the ordeal your body is going through beneath his fingertips. Moments drag on as you breathe heavily through your nose.
With a gasp, you grab his hand from your belly and draw it down between your legs, against your cunt. Tears stream from your eyes as you wail loudly, the final moments having arrived.
“Y’can do this, sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good-” He murmurs into your temple as you pant, another cry clawing up from your throat.
“Arthur-!”
Taking in a measured breath, you shudder in against him, a hoarse shout filling the room as you deliver the child. In a rush of blood and fluid, Arthur finds himself cupping the baby’s head as it slides into the world. A final scream pierces the room as you push again, the child’s shoulders and the rest of its body leaving you and into the waiting hands of its parents.
You immediately are lucid, and bring the child up to your chest, and the newborn’s piercing cry fills the room. The white-blue cord from the child’s belly pulses against your own, the blood connection between the two of you still strong.
Arthur is struck dumb. He can barely comprehend what has just happened as you coo gently at the wailing babe, sticky and bloody.
“L-lie us down, and get that linen blanket o’er there.” You whisper as you rub the child’s back, and its cries slowly quiet. He is jolted back to reality, and slowly, gently lies you down in the bed, standing up and grabbing the aforementioned blanket and bringing it back to you.
You’re able to wrap the babe loosely upon your chest and belly. You look up at Arthur, but his gaze is trained on the rough swaddled babe. The tufts of dark honeyed hair peaking out from the linen. Those blotchy red cheeks.
“Your son, my alpha.” You whisper.
Arthur gapes up at you, seemingly unable to comprehend your words, until something clicks and he immediately leans over and places his lips upon yours in a desperate, emotional kiss.
“Oh, sweetheart - you - you-”
You chuckle softly.
“You’re perfect, he’s perfect - my darlin’ omega girl.”
The child latches to your breast and begins to slowly suckle. The warm spice of your scent from giving birth recedes, and a sweetness replaces it. It’s new, this scent, the tang of milk and notes of comforting vanilla. Arthur breathes in deeply, resonating deep in his bones that you are no longer just his mate; you are mother to his child.
The boy’s scent - a combination of yours and his, invades his nostrils. Of sweet vanilla and leather. Of that tang of milk. He wants to nuzzle against the child and breathe in deep. The only scent he wants to be bathed in forevermore.
In those quiet moments after the ordeal of birth, you open the swaddled linen to give him access to cut the cord between you and the child, a quick flick of his hunting knife above the child’s abdomen. He holds you, kissing your temple and murmuring sweet nothings as you clutch at the child, delivering the afterbirth with a soft, stifled whine of pain.
Things start to slow. He’s got a new purpose now. As you drift to sleep, cleaned and in a new chemise, upon fresh sheets, his gaze moves to the basket next to the bed, where in a fresh swaddle of linen, his son also sleeps.
It's murderous, the things he would do to protect the two of you. This nest, the newborn child, and you recovering from birth. His blood sings- not in the need to fuck, but in the solemn duty he now has - as alpha, as husband, as father. It's fierce, the protectiveness he now feels. Like a snarling wolf defending territory. Alpha, protector. Head of the family.
He sits down in the chair opposite the bed, carbine in reach, beginning his watch. The watch that would consume him for the rest of his life.
But he’s content with this new calling.
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