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ABO Wednesday!!
I'm thinking of Alpha Ari and his omega. When Ari is going feral with his rut period, his omega is still trying to catch up with their cycle and is not in heat(yet). Ari tries so hard to control himself from hurting her because in rut he gets carried away sometimes.😩😩(and some filthy smut of Ari breeding and creampie his omega😋😋
“I’m in a rut, you shouldn’t be here.” The door closes behind you, your fingers still pushing the wood shut and your back barely grazes the surface before you’re kicking off your shoes.
“Omega-“ he snaps his teeth, baring his aggressiveness toward you as a warning.
“I don’t care, Ari.” You slide forward, inching toward him.
“I could hurt you.” He’s the Beast; you’re the Beauty.
“You won’t hurt hurt me.” You approach again, slowly encroaching on him while he’s gripping his hair and groaning, his hard cocked twitching as he strokes it.
“Fuck!” He curses, and you made a mental note that you’ve never seen him this agitated. “Fuck, I wanna fuck you stupid!”
“Alpha,” you coo and approach Ari, not yet in your heat but responding to his rut, “it’s okay.”
“I’m gonna pump you so fucking full of cum, I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim.” Ari growls, he gnashes his teeth and thrusts his hips into his own hand. “Come here, come here right fucking now!”
Your gentle alpha is unhinged, and your legs shake at the thought of this primal beast he’s become. He needs you, he wants you.
He will have you.
“Princess,” he growls again, arching his back and your gaze falls to the swollen head of his cock, the angry purple mushroom that leaks, “touch me, shit just-“
You fall to your knees and lean in, your lips and tongue touching the head of his cock like he wants. You inhale slowly and take his dick into your mouth inch by inch.
“Shit! Yes! Fuck-“ his hips thrust again, his hand falls to the back of your head. “P-Princess…”
You take more of him in, your lips stretching around his fat shaft. Your hands settle on his thighs just long enough to be stabilized and then you drop one to his balls and cup them as your tongue swirls.
“Baby…oh fuck…” Ari moans unhinged, his whines are cathartic as you enjoy the taste of him. “Good girl, good fucking omega…”
He sat on the couch with his legs spread and you between them, his head lolled back and his lips parted in moans as you tasted him. You teased him until he was nearing his end, licking and lapping and playing with his balls.
“Take it all.” He growled, so thick in his aggressive rut, gentle yet demanding, as he pushed you down to the base and filled your mouth with his thick seed.
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His lips trailed along your neck, his hands steadying your hips as he thrust his cock all the way in, the tip pushing against your cervix. He had groaned against your flesh while you whined his name, unable to muster anything but soft sounds as you were truly fucked out.
“Do you feel that?” Ari huffed animalistic, an alpha who was stretching you completely and wholly. “Do you like my cum, princess?”
“Y-yes,” you whimpered, your legs shaking and your heart thrashing in your chest, “h-hot-“
“I’m pumping you full, I’m going to pump you so full of me…” Ari slipped his hand between your bodies, tapping his fingers against your clit, “ya feel me? God, I can’t wait until you get pregnant.”
“You have a b-breeding kink?”
“Just for you baby.” Ari groaned and pulled away, just enough to see his cum and his seed starting to leak from your pussy.
“Sweet omega…” Ari hissed, pushing his cock back into your cunt. “Can’t waste anything.”
“Ari…”
“Relax, omega.” Ari kissed you softly, swallowing your moan. “We’re going to rest, we’re going to sleep and then we’ll do it all over again.”
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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office
When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)
Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️
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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.
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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.
For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.
It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.
“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.
Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.
“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.
Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.
“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.
You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.
You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.
Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.
But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…
Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…
Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…
Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…
As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.
“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.
The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—
You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,
“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.
You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.
“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.
“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”
Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.
“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.
Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.
“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.
Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.
“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.
Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.
“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.
You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.
“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.
Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.
“Fix?” You promptly asked.
Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.
“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.
“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.
“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.
You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.
When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.
“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.
You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.
“Kind of…” you stammered.
“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.
You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.
“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.
“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”
You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.
“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.
You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.
“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.
Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.
“Decide what…?”
Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.
“If you want us to help you…” she purred.
Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.
“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.
“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.
You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.
“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”
Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?
“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.
“Yes.” You immediately choked out.
The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.
“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.
“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.
You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.
“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,
“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.
You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.
“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.
“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.
Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.
“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.
You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.
“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,
“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,
“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.
“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”
You smiled lightly and nodded.
“Yes…” you lightly said.
Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.
“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.
You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.
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Interested in Part 2…? With Smut…? 😏
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#B E H O L D#(this took a frustratingly long time to figure out how to make)#sparkle on its wednesday#watchmen#watchmen comic#rorschach#walter kovacs#walter joseph kovacs#doctor manhattan#dr. manhattan#dr manhattan#jon osterman#tw flashing#flashing gif#flashing#tw eye strain#exploding rorschach tag
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WIP Wednesday 04/10/24
“Keep Digging (UYFMHBNTYITG)”
One last lil preview of my a/b/o archeology steddie fic since it’s getting posted in two weeks. It’s been really difficult keeping this one under wraps because it’s such a romantic story! There’s so much more to the plot that I can’t share yet, but it’s got a lot of “fan favorite” tropes that I think you guys are gonna enjoy as much as I have💛
#wip wednesday#steddie#steddie omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#keep digging#omegaverse#a/b/o
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I literally just wrote this and it's still WIP Wednesday so enjoy. From my mafia a/b/o au
“You bring every guy you fuck here?”
“Only the pretty ones”, Eddie grinned.
Steve let out a sound that could only be described as a soft growl and he felt a shiver go through him. He’d never heard an omega do anything but purr or chirp, maybe the occasional hiss. Then Steve grabbed him by the back of the head and kept him from moving away. The message was clear now as it had been back at the club when that random person started putting the moves on Eddie.
He belonged to Steve now.
#apo writes#wip wednesday#stranger things#steddie#omegaverse#a/b/o#does this count as sub!eddie? idk
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24-Hour Diner by LexiRoseWrites
@lexirosewrites
Rating: Teen and Up
1,845 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Warnings
Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Kid Fic, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - Mob, Waitress Steve Harrington, Past Mpreg, Past Relationship(s), Originally Posted on Tumblr, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, Protective Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, First Meetings, Fluff, Pre-Relationship
Summary:
It all starts in a diner when a brave little girl asks a tattooed mafia boss, “Do you have some crayons I can borrow?”
Thanks for the rec! This recommendation is apart of our Writer's Wednesday! All of the recs today are written by @lexirosewrites. Want to nominate an author? Fill out this form!
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#steddie fic recs#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things#mafia au#teen and up#kidfic#a/b/o dynamics#writer's wednesday
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WIP Wednesday: No knot
Omega Anakin giving ""Alpha"" Obi-Wan a blowjob. Some things come to light...
Anakin makes the mistake of glancing down, where the tip of Obi-Wan’s cock, pink and wet, is peeking out from his grip. It leaks over his fingers, and Anakin feels his mouth water.
He shifts down the bed, holding Obi-Wan’s hips down and licking up the precum without a second thought. He seals his lips around the head and sucks, bobbing his head up and down lazily.
It’s the first time he’s gotten the chance to really take his time with Obi-Wan’s cock, and he intends to take full advantage.
He lets drool slide down the shaft, slicking the way so Anakin can jerk off what he can’t fit in his mouth. It’ll take some practice before he’s able to take it all, given how long it’s been since he sucked anyone off.
Not that his husband seems to mind, twining his fingers into Anakin’s hair and letting out low gasps whenever he does something unexpected.
Anakin pulls off to mouth at Obi-Wan’s balls, sucking at them lightly and letting himself enjoy the way Obi-Wan’s scent is so thick here that it makes Anakin dizzy.
Eventually, he kisses his way back up the length of Obi-Wan’s cock, swallowing it down again. The weight of it is pleasantly filling, and the roof of Anakin’s mouth is sensitive where the head keeps rubbing against it.
It’s getting harder and harder to ignore the way his own cock is straining against his pants, or the way his hole clenches around nothing, leaking into his underwear. He aches to straddle Obi-Wan’s hips, to climb on top of him and finally, finally sink down onto his cock.
He’d go slow at first, teasing his alpha until he was begging and desperate. And then he’d ride Obi-Wan relentlessly, fucking himself hard and fast until Obi-Wan’s knot started swelling, until it jerked against Anakin’s rim with each push in and out. Until it caught, filling Anakin with the brief sensation of too much before he whited out from the pleasure, locked tight and pumped full of cum—
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan cries out, jerking in his gasp.
And then his mouth is flooded with the bitter taste of cum, quick enough—and unexpected enough—to make Anakin choke.
He pulls off, sputtering and coughing, and the sight of Obi-Wan’s cock throws him for a loop.
There’s no knot.
Anakin’s fingers are still wrapped around the base, and he squeezes his fingers, trying to confirm by touch what his eyes are telling him.
Distantly, he registers the cum splashing across his face, the spend he didn’t swallow dripping from his lips.
Obi-Wan is stiting up, is wiping at his face and apologizing, but—
But his mind is still caught on Obi-Wan’s cock. On the fact that there is no swell at all, no knot expanding under his touch.
He jerks away, feeling a lance of hurt. "You kept this from me?"
#obikin#this chapter is almost ready to drop but I expect it won't go down the way you think#squick: a/b/o#emperor obi-wan au#wip wednesday#by the way I want you all to know that I almost posted this wip wednesday as like#just the sentence that says “there's no knot” and the one before it#but I thought that would be kind of evil
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I know I have an unhealthy attachment to A/B/O fics, but something about Alpha Tyler Galpin and Omega Wednesday Addams is just... delicious. I need more of them.
#tyler galpin#wednesday#wednesday addams#weyler#nevermore#enid sinclair#xavier thorpe#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o verse#ao3 fanfic#the addams family#wyler#wyler fanfiction#omegaverse
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omg! yes! I wanted to do this so badly, Malec omega verse for the wednesday prompt?
okay! here we go thank you for the prompt!
i hope you enjoy!
<3 lumine
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Alec understands the importance of security.
He’s the Interim Head of the New York Institute and he knows better than most the dangers of politics and power.
That doesn’t mean he can fully stop himself from bristling as he’s approached by the High Warlock’s security. He allows their scrutiny as he waits, he even allows their approach. Nods in acceptance when they say they require a pat down, even after he has visibly eased them by coming without physical weapons.
Then the one in back steps forward and instead of beta, Alec smells alpha.
It’s strong and pungent and before the man’s hand has even touched him, Alec has lunged forward. He’s nearly unaware of himself as he does it, only concentrates on the taste of copper on his tongue. Salt and iron wash away the too strong scent of Alpha and that forever feral part of him calms just a bit.
His hand replaces his mouth and he wrenches back the fingers that dared try to touch him. Alec steps back and spits blood on the floor just as the alpha crashes down, biting back screams.
That,” he says with teeth stained red, his tongue dragging across the sharp edges of his canines, “was rude. I didn’t realize the High Warlock of Brooklyn allowed those under his name to take such liberties.”
There’s a familiar, shocked pause.
No one ever expects a shadowhunter to attack with anything but weapons. They have their adamas, why debase themselves by acting without it.
Alec has no such qualms and it’s clear, from the blood dripping down his chin to the way his head tilts, a quiet judgement.
A subtle taunt.
It’s faint, but Alec almost feels that he can hear a deep chuckle. It’s impossible, the music is far too loud and no one around him has spoken.
“I,” the beta hesitates, clearly unsure of just what to do next. She rocks on her feet, by downworld laws, Alec had every right to do what he did. They all know that.
“Do you still need to search me,” Alec asks, smiling at her as he does. It’s not a nice smile, bloodlust still too close to the surface, but he is still a diplomat. This is an olive branch they don’t deserve from him personally, but shadowhunters as a whole owe the downworld much more than this simple courtesy.
She takes a moment to decide whether or not it's safe. If her job is worth it and just as she visibly steels herself and steps forward, a flash of fire ignites before her and she catches it from the air.
There’s an imperceptible sigh as she lets out a breath of air she doesn’t need. “The High Warlock will allow you to approach without a physical search,” she hesitates. “If you allow him to use magic to do it instead.”
It is both a test and a boon.
Alec has no wish to be felt up by anyone, though he can generally tolerate non-alphas. However most shadowhunters would consider the magic far worse a fate.
Alec is not most shadowhunters.
“I appreciate his consideration and accept his terms.”
She smells both shocked and relieved as she leads him to the dais.
There’s no time to wipe the blood from his face and Alec resigns himself to the tacky feeling of it drying as it drips down his neck.
At the very least, he knows it won’t stain his clothes.
Alec licks his lips as he gets closer to Bane. The taste of mundane pennies and dirty iron is still on his lips and he hides the smugness of his victory behind a calm demeanor. From the wary way his fae escort glances at him, he doubts he’s being as sly as he hopes.
Alec swallows down the taste of blood and regrets his actions the moment he inhales Bane’s scent. It’s gone from an opaque nothingness to feeling like he’s breathing in fire. Heat crawls down his spine and he does his best not to inhale again, feeling a bit like a fool when he opens his mouth to greedily take in air rather than risk the dizziness that comes with scenting Bane.
Bane is also an omega.
A gorgeous, powerful, omega whose scent makes Alec’s thoughts blur and whose casual arrogance is far more attractive than it should be. Alec thinks it’s because it’s not arrogance, just confidence.
Alec doubts that Bane ever suffers fools or that he has to react as basely as Alec did. He very much believes that even one look of disdain from Bane would be enough to leave even the most powerful and arrogant of Idris alphas quaking. The thought makes him wet his lips unconsciously and he shifts as he gets closer.
“Sit down, Alexander was it?” Bane asks him and Alec nods, caught in the shock of how good his name sounds when it’s Bane who says it.
Alec sits and shudders, trying not to be distracted when his knee accidentally brushes Bane’s thigh.
He doesn’t know when he got close enough for them to be touching but he knows it’s impolite and he tries to move back only to feel his back hit the arm of the sofa.
So he stays, where he is and tries to figure out how to explain what it is he needs without being completely distracted and overwhelmed.
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Meanwhile Magnus is quite enjoying himself.
Hid pretty omega shadowhunter has been too distracted by Magnus own personal everything to realize that Magnus’ magic has closed the distance between them. Blue crackling along the leather to shrink the down the sofa until there is nowhere for his guest to go.
He’s been intrigued since the moment he felt angelic energy enter his wards. Alone and clearly with a purpose.
A lone omega shadowhunter in Magnus’ territory, without guard or weapon who reacted to an alpha being rude with violence. Magnus had been delighted even before he’d seen the shadowhunter in person or had a taste of his scent.
Now Magnus is ecstatic.
“You’ll understand if I use magic, to ensure that you’re unarmed and come in good faith.” Magnus asks, a smirk on his lips as his shadowhunter, Alexander, nods.
His tentacles are glamoured and he only allows two to reach out, to start from Alexander’s calves, where his boots end and encircling the muscles there before sliding up. They take their time, encircling strong thighs and Magnus is disappointed by the thick material that makes him unable to feel skin beneath his touch. Instead he contents himself, invisible tentacles tugging aside a leather jacket and cheating by sliding up a loose shirt. Alexander startles visible at that, biting his own lips and turning in confusion to look at Magnus before settling.
Whatever it is that his institute needs, it’s important enough that he came alone and Magnus is going to make sure it’s worth both of their while.
Magnus takes his time scoping out Alexander’s chest, one tentacle sliding through coarse hair and the other slipping around behind to tap up Alec’s spine. The meet at the top, encircling around Alexander’s neck and rubbing teasingly at the scent glands there.
Coincidentally, they also smear the blood drying on his neck across said glands.
Alexander’s eyes go wide and his neck shakes as he swallows, trying not to let himself be overly affected, but he never tries to pull away. His eyes are blissed out and he’s swaying towards Magnus helplessly, as if he’s unable to keep himself away.
Magnus purrs and sends out a little pulse of warm magic to seep into Alexander’s muscles as he offers his hand.
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Bane reaches out his hand and Alec gives him his own without thinking. It’s bloody still, his skin sticky and his fingers covered in blood.
“Allow me,” Bane says, “as it was one of my employees who pushed you to defend yourself.”
Alec doesn’t know how to respond, he just nods his head. He expects Bane to either magic it away, or offer him a tissue. He’s not expecting a burgundy stained mouth to wrap around one of his fingers. Nor is he expecting the electric jolt that goes through him. Or that when he instinctively moves away, he’s unable to. He’d forgotten about the magic holding him down. The thick, invisible ropes of magic that even now tease at his scent glands and he swallows harshly.
He swallows again when Bane moves on to the next finger and then the next. When he licks over Alec’s palm, the cool metal of piercing on his tongue making Alec shiver and then again when that same metal presses against the underside of his wrist.
“There, much more presentable, aren’t you.” Bane tells him, a smirk on his mouth and something darkly appreciative gleaming in his eyes as he watches Alec. “Oh, but I seemed to have missed a spot.”
The hand on Alec’s wrist tugs and he follows, there’s a moment of confusion in his head and he can’t help that he whimpers when he realizes he’s in Bane’s lap. He’s so close to him. Too close for him to keep his thoughts clear and it gets worse when Bane leans forward and licks over his neck. Alec knows that he’s just cleaning away the blood but it doesn’t feel like that. It doesn’t feel like that at all and his knees clamp against the thigh he’s straddling.
“Almost done,” he’s told and then lips smeared with rogue and blood are pressed to his, a tongue licking over his split and bloody lips and Alec shudders. There are no words he can say. Both because any he tries are swallowed by Bane’s kiss and because he can’t form them.
It’s too much and not enough and everything he’s never realized he wanted, or needed.
—
Magnus has a thought, something in the back of his mind that goes ‘this one. This one is different, this one. And now, with the taste of Alexander’s blood under his tongue, he knows what it is.
This one is his.
Magnus lets Alexander settle against him and brushes his fingers through the hair on the nape of Alexander’s neck and tugs a little.
There’s a whimper, soft and pleading when he takes his lips away and he smirks to himself against the skin of Alec’s jaw.
“Bane-” Is a breathless word spoken and he nips at Alec’s cheek in reprimand, earning an even more gasping, “Magn’s?”
Magnus croons in pleased delight and drags his magic and tentacles across Alexander’s body and his soul and chuckles at the groan it earns him and the little keen Alexander lets out.
It’s a beautiful sound but the rest of the club feel more than hear it. The natural pleasure that seeds the atmosphere with potential violence only comes from a content, pleased omega purring to a mate.
As Alexander is purring for Magnus.
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Wip Wednesday
I on "I'm going to sit and normally write this this fic and not just little parts" stage with Vegas (going to write tomorrow, friday and on weekends). For now I don't have good things to share, but I still want to, so here a drama from werewolf a/b/o au (first snippet)
“So, Marisol. You gonna call her?” Buck tries to ask it with a purely friendly interest.
“I don’t know. Maybe,” if Eddie could Buck sure he would shrug his shoulders. “I think yes, I will, but not today or the next day. I’m sure I can`t be a pleasant company when I`m in pain, right?” Eddie teasingly smiles at him.
“You’re always a pleasant company, Eds,” Buck says quietly, but he thinks Eddie still heard it. Because his face is now puzzled, like he tries to understand what is inside Buck’s brain.
They silent again, but Buck feels how Eddie stares at him with his big brown eyes and he breaks.
“Was poker a date? Did - did you try to court me?” Buck prefers to look at his hands and not at Eddie.
“Yes,” Buck quickly turns to Eddie. “Why are you surprised? Like you didn’t know.” Eddie looks at Buck with a raised eyebrow.
“Because I didn’t,” Buck screams. He can’t believe he actually missed it. And he can`t believe Eddie hadn’t said anything. Just stopped his attempt. Well, it’s not a surprise. Eddie must have seen how bad Buck was and understood he needed someone better.
“How could you not know?” Eddie screams too.
“You never said it was a date. And you always buy me something. Also, if you remember, I’m omega only for 3 months. I was dealing with my death, the grief of everyone, and new instincts. My body was new. Everything around me was different now. Imagine how overwhelmed I was. Natalia helped me a lot. It’s nice to have an omega friend who understands a lot of what I was going through for the first time. Heat, instincts that scream to take care of my alpha. The desire to entangle Chris in a bubble wrap more than usual. The desire to growl at you for dating other people. Feeling that I was rejected. Not just a desire, but the need to bake the best cookies for Chris’s school. I literally began to experience all my emotions and feelings towards you many times more. And I started feeling a lot of new things. Yes, I didn’t realize that you were trying to court me, but Eddie, I never thought that I would become a werewolf. I accepted I would be just a friend when I was a human, because you said more than once that it was a bad idea to have a bond between a werewolf and a human. And then... you-you didn’t seem interested in me when I was in heat, so I realized that being human wasn’t the only obstacle. I thought you just didn’t want me.”
“Buck, you were recovering after your coma, and in an unexpected first heat in your 30s. I would hate myself if I tried to do something that moment.”
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As someone who writes a lot of A/B/O fanfic, I imagine this would be the perfect nest for.......most of my omega characters.
Harriet, Lily, my OC’s, they would all love it.
(Wednesday not so much, lol.)
From House Designs Facebook page.
#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o fanfic#severus x harry#tom x harry#severus x lily#draco x harry#female harry potter#wednesday addams x xavier thorpe#harry potter#fanfic#wednesday x xavier
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ABO Wednesday !
Ransom/daycare! reader please?🥺🥺🥺
“At least you look presentable today.” Ransom looks you over while keeping his left hand on the steering wheel, casually leaning over to get a good look at you.
“Hello to you too, Ransom.” You run your hands down your mid-thigh fitted skirt, palms brushing against the decorative buttons.
“With all the money I’m shelling out to you, you think you could at least get something designer.” He comments coolly, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose.
“Do you want me to come? Because if I wanted to spend all afternoon being insulted I’d go on the internet.” You quip and climb into his vehicle, sinking onto the passengers seat.
“I thought good girls like you didn’t do that.” He fired back and flicks a piece of his hair out of his face before ultimately giving up. “Fuck it, let’s get this over with.”
“Do you really think this is going to work?” Your stockings beneath your skirt keep your legs warm in the cool fall air, and the classic black long sleeve sweater tucked into your skirt is one of the few things you have that isn’t stained with paint from the daycare.
“If you keep up this good girl, demure omega shit-“ Ransom side eyes you, he looks you over from the lined stockings you have beneath your skirt and the long sleeved shirt tucked into the waist, the belt that completes it, and finally to the low boots you wore.
“-than maybe I can pull this off. And get what I deserve.” Ransom averts his gaze and begins pulling away from your apartment building, making the drive to the outskirts of the city to the estate.
The drive is silent, not even the radio to quell the awkwardness and you’re left to your own thoughts for occupation. You think of Ransom and his willingness to do anything for his inheritance, you think of his cousins who are equally as driven.
You wonder if this time they’ll have their dates their simultaneously. The last time you attended, there was only Jacob’s future collegiate athlete who was talking endlessly about the threat of American societal constructs. Something, you imagined, lined up with that particular familial branches ideals.
There was nothing said until Ransom and his Beamer had pulled up the long drive and stopped near the rest of the luxury and expensive vehicles, coming to a short stop. He didn’t hesitate to get out of the vehicle wordlessly, and had only said something to the dogs who had come running up to him.
You had followed suit and got out of the vehicle, closing the door behind you softly. The dogs had barely bothered with you, fixating only on Ransom and his dislike of the beautiful dogs.
“I hope you’re ready.” He motions you with the wave of his hand and you’re already following him when the door slams open and his uncle steps stumbles outside with a cigar between his fingers.
“Ransom.” He curtly addresses him then looks at you. “Same omega huh? That’s new.”
“Walt-“
“Don’t waste your time.” Ransom grabbed your arm and dragged you along with him, up the steps and inside where he finally lets you go.
“Frannie!” Ransom calls for the housekeeper, largely ignoring you while you take in the appearance of this place.
“Mrs. Thrombey,” you finally settle your attention on the elderly woman sitting by the window, “I love your beautiful flowers.”
You don’t think she hears you, or acknowledges you but you’re proven wrong when she smiled small.
After greeting Mrs. Thrombey, your arm is grabbed once more by Ransom who uncouthly drags you with him to the other formal living room, letting you go when you’re in the presence of his family.
“Ransom Drysdale managing to keep the same omega? Are you feeling sick?” Meg quips from her place beside an alpha wherein the tall, dark and handsome alpha sets his hand on her wrist.
“Maybe I’ll take after my father and have a piece of ass on the side.” He sneers and stalks into the living room, taking a seat in a cushioned armchair, leaving you standing alone.
“Ransom!” His mother scolds him and smacks his shoulder as she makes her way toward you, a tight lipped smile on her face. “Y/N, right? You’re a teacher?”
“She’s not a teacher,” Jacob corrects Linda, digging into your very different upbringing and career, “she works at a daycare.”
“A daycare?” Linda trails off, looking back at Ransom. “How…omega-ly of you.”
“I love kids, I like working with kids.” You answer with a shrug, knowing exactly what you were getting into when you agreed to this with Ransom.
“Meg’s alpha is going to be a paediatric doctor.” His aunt Joni boasts, trying to steal the attention off of you and Ransom. “Such a brilliant alpha.”
Only as Joni compliments him, she takes physical appreciation of the younger man.
“Kaitlyn is going to become a volleyball Olympian.” His other aunt boasts about the like-minded girl that’s standing close by Jacob, the two of them stoic.
“If she doesn’t crack under the pressure first.” Ransom mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes at the display of his family.
“What was that Ransom? Did you say something?” The tension in the room grew with every snide comment and attempt to gain the upper hand.
It must’ve been exhausting having to always be on top, to always have to have your best foot forward.
“At least he’s affectionate toward his omega, he makes it believable.” Meg scoffs, and you feel Ransom’s eyes on you again, looking you over.
But, you find that he’s not the only one. There’s two men watching you like you’re a slab of meat they want to devour.
#alpha!ransom drysdale x reader#alpha!Ransom Drysdale x omega!Reader#alpha!Ransom Drysdale x daycare!omega!Reader#arranged marriage#arranged relationship#a/b/o wednesday#a/b/o wednesdays
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tyty <3
“I got the job!” Steve finally exclaimed, causing Robin to let out a sound that wasn’t dissimilar to a squeal, but if Steve were to mention it later, she would deny ever making.
“Stevie! That’s great!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around Steve, who laughed and did the same.
“I know!!” he smiled mischievously. “I also may have gotten you an in for another position they’re hiring for,” he sing-songed, and she pulled back with wide eyes.
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LYCOS | tacet anima mea | (wenclair)
Wednesday is waning. In her dreams, or by touch, she has been locked to one moment. Her visions know no peace. There is Enid, beneath moonlight, skin a dying shade. Then there’s herself, between the trees, drenched in blood, with the knife at hand…
Her true nature writhes. This is just what happens when someone like herself snaps. It’s happened before, will happen again. Because Enid and Ajax have been together through several moons. And he knows his way around her heats. And Enid seems…happy, until she isn’t, and Wednesday has to put her back together.
Enid has been stuck in a heat for a while now. And she smells good. She smells really, really good, and Wednesday will kill for it.
or, wednesday still doesn’t know what to do about enid, and enid’s biology really doesn’t help matters. she is going insane.
(there will be bodies.)
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hi wenclair fandom. im a shit updater. my last account bonked itself to death i guess. so i'm trying to rebuild on this one. this be the fic i'm working on now.
anyway uh. yeah. um. don’t be scared of omegaverse. i write it not how it’s done typically, if that's…a comfort. anyway. there’s angst and hurt/comfort and aro!wednesday and alexithymia to explore. :D
and m u r d e r.
Okay, I am actually going to be genuine here. This is an explicit story, and I don’t just mean like, oh it has some smut. It does, but that’s not really why. This is a darker fic, with a lot of the focus being on (and through) Wednesday’s perspective.
Because Wednesday is fucked in the head. Which, like, no shit. But it is beyond what the show has for us since I’ve removed a lot of the sanitization.
Which explains this tag in particular.
Yeah. Dead Dove solely because of Wednesday. Dark, angsty, and everything in between. But also just bizarre. It gets weird because Wednesday is a freak, and Enid becomes a consenting one. Sorry, but also not really. I find these kind of stories cathartic to write. Lol.
(The rest of the tags from AO3 will be with the first scene down below. The first “chapter” of the fic is an A/N that also reiterates this, and kinda explains more as well.)
Also, this will be available on only AO3 because this story is very much designed to be read using a skin I made consistently throughout. (Essentially, it’s supposed to emulate Wednesday’s typewriter.) The catch is, I also utilize the default in some instances for specific reasons.
ah well.
hope you enjoy!
:)
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(read more for the first scene, and the AO3 tags.)
AO3
SCALDING | moon | Pt.1
“…you’re not doing this to, like, try and mate with her, are you?”
enid is in heat. ajax tends to her. not well. not good enough. wednesday can do better, and when the boyfriend slips one too many times, she does just that.
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She bleeds wine. You expected something lighter — rose, or ruby. Like the hue to her lips, or what has bloomed across her face, then her ears, to a moment’s obscure discretion. Yet, perhaps it’s the wolf which dwells beneath her moonlit skin, and the nectar of its hide merely dreams to serve the full moon its bounty.
As wine — the godly, goat’s blood incarnate.
Her hand reaches for a shadow between the trees. She’s broken. She’s weeping. Nevermore’s breath is a cold, dismal fog. It sticks to her as dew. The moon, ever the melodic sun, steams what life escapes her. Scalding moonlight, waning before her very eyes.
With the shadow, there’s a glint. Stained by red. Like blurry agony.
She screams of day.
Reaches for the shadow.
For you.
And you’re calloused. A face like the Devil. Eyes as lit oil.
And you’re painted by Enid’s godly incarnate. Leeched to your clothes, down your hands. As for your lips, smeared across.
You bleed too — the Addams’ velvet. Though with each step forward, you can’t tell where velvet ends, and wine flourishes.
“Will it hurt?”
You don’t answer. Your eyes, lit, crack to glass, and the glass within them force a cruel swallow.
“W-Will it hurt…?!”
Again, you don’t answer.
Across your blade…
Wine gleams melodic sun instead.
continue: AO3
#volt's library#lycos fic#wednesday netflix#wednesday 2022#wednesday show#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#fanficiton#ao3#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#alexithymia#emotional blindness#dissociation#horror#aromantic#aro!wednesday#angst#hurt/comfort#also wednesday has an identity crisis but that's okay#and this is a chonky fic
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WIP Wednesday - Week Six
the f1crecs team are starting a new project - wip wednesday! did you know that wips are less likely to receive reads, comments, and kudos? every wednesday, we will be sharing a wip we’re loving at the moment!
nsfw: Where You Go, I Go by @ladysomething | E | 14k | 2/? | charles/max
Charles is found out as an unmated omega, which means he is not allowed to race if he doesn't get mated. Ferrari, upset at the loss of sponsors, offer him the choice to partake in an auction for the right to mate him so that he can continue to race. Max wins the auction.
This fic only just started, but it's already so captivating and intriguing. It's a trope/plot line that has been done many times over various fandoms but the way Lady_Something write it feels so fresh and new and unlike anything I've read before. The worldbuilding makes sense but isn't overwhelming and the way Charles is written is so tangible. Excited to read more!
'He’d rather he didn’t have to mate with Pierre, either, but at least this way somebody that he knows and trusts will be in control of him. That’s what is going to happen. Charles has made sure of it.
The way Pierre had stared at him in horror when Charles had told him what he agreed to doesn’t matter. The fact that he couldn’t even stomach the idea of telling his maman doesn’t matter. That Ferrari picked out a set of red, flowing lingerie doesn’t matter. That he’d immediately thrown up as soon as he’d seen himself in the humiliating outfit doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that he gets to keep driving. That he gets to keep winning.'
thank you to @maaxverstappen for writing up this recommendation 🤍
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @911onabc, @buddiearemydads, and @ebdaydreamer
So i've actually got two for ya'll today. First is from my a/b/o kidnapped mpreg Buck and the second is brand new, like just started writing it 30 minutes ago and its teen! Buck who comes to live with Maddie and Chimney, who is trying to find the balance of parenting (sort of) and friend, with the added trouble of fighter! Eddie who is two years older than Buck.
The car bounced under her as Buck threw in the last of their luggage. Neither of them knew how long they would be gone, so they essentially packed every item of clothing they owned, which really wasn’t a lot.
Maddie hadn’t been in L.A. for too long and acquired very little in that time. Buck had been living out of his suitcase and a duffle, but that was nothing new to him. Before coming to L.A., the omega was always ready to leave at a moment’s notice and since he still had yet to find his own place after leaving Abby’s, all Buck owned was now in the trunk.
Maddie’s eye roamed around the jeep, her jeep, the very same car that she gave to Evan to escape their parents. Stored away last year after purchasing his newer jeep, that he then sold alongside her car just yesterday. “Just to add to our nest egg.” Buck had explained after cashing the check and before she could even ask what vehicle they’re supposed to use now, the younger omega took her to a storage lot and revealed, the blue jeep.
Their freedom.
It was still in great shape, well taken care of. Well loved. “I wasn’t going to sell it, but I felt I had to move on from the kid that drove this jeep all over trying to find himself. Storing it away let me keep the last part of you I had and allowed to me to grow up.” Buck explained.
It was sentimental and smart. The jeep was the last car Doug would even think to look for, since he’d only seen the cars that were now going to a used car lot.
And here we have Chimney catching Buck (and Eddie) at the illegal fight club.
This was not hurt being covered by angry cries. This was a 16 old kid who had lied his ass off about a movie with friends, and instead was at an illegal fight club with a gravely injured fighter being attended to by Hen and Bobby. This was Buck putting his entire new life in L.A. in jepardy.
Buck’s mouth opened and close, and Chimney could see the half ass lie forming, “The truth Buck!”
The teens jaw clicked shut, hardening as his blue eyes flickered over to the scattered crowd of fighters, onlookers, and betters intermingled with police officers. He was looking for someone, Chim realized, and he followed the young man’s gaze, trying to find who he assumed was Buck’s partner in crime. Most of the people left were sleezy older men, scantily dressed women, and a mix of battered fighters. Then Chimney spotted him.
Hidden further back by a beat up two-door truck was a shirtless young man, late teens if Chimney had to guess, with large brown eyes darting around in worry and concern. He was slim, but in good shape, based on the lean muscles of his arms and defined abs. The guy was sporting a few bruises on his chest and his lip was busted open and swollen. Mix in the sweat and messy chestnut locks of hair, Chimney clocked him as one of the fighters. And when the young man’s eyes landed on him and Buck they narrowed in on Chimney with underlying threat and anger. This was who Buck was looking for.
In the corner of his vision, Chimney caught Buck shaking his head, and Chimney gave his attention back to girlfriend’s brother, “Did he bring you here?” he asked.
Tagging: @bekkachaos @elvensorceress @shortsighted-owl @thekristen999
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