Hi Nina!!!! (Resend in case my ask was eaten) Ok so the omega/omega lestappen au is super cute but... possessive Charles also has me imagining a divergent studding au where Charles alphas too close to the sun - like the obsession goes so hard he switches designations to claim Max fully. studdings such an underutilised abo concept I think fits so good here :)
Charles never disliked being an omega, it was simply another fact of life like that he was a brunet, or a middle child, nothing good or bad about it besides the inconvenience society pushed onto it. But Max, Max relishes it now that Charles gives him the freedom too - some things take coaxing out of him, behaviours long buried for survival, but once they do the happiness practically shines out of his skin. To Charles it's a blinding image, and makes him determined to give Max the proper pampered Omega treatment he's missed out on all his life. Holding doors open with smirks and attempts at winks leading him through the doorways with a firm hand on his lower back. Compliments that never fail to turn Max bright red and sputtering refusals. A thorough mark of Charles scent before he goes anywhere (this one's more for Charles than Max if we're being honest)
Their combined travel nest practically lives on Max's jet. Max takes to nesting with such a careful and diligent enthusiasm that Charles didn't know was possible. He fondly leaves it completely in Max's hands, only intervening to offer, (both bought and from his own nest supplies), new blankets and pillows and plushies to grow Max's collection. Le pièce de résistance being a weighted stuffed cat (scent infused of course, and custom designed to match the patterns of Max's precious bengal duo) that comfortably sits on Max's shoulders whenever they're out of the public eye.
Max gets a whole new wardrobe of course. Charles takes him to all his favourite Boutiques and Ateliers and gets to watch Max dress up in all different outfits for him grinning delightedly with a pink unfading blush and charming every salesperson they meet. One tells Charles what a sweet boy he has, and he helpless but to smile and agree - that beautiful boy is all his. However for all the shopping, most of what Max wears is pilfered from Charles' own closet. Worn in sweatpants that cinch a little tight on Max's hips and thighs, soft linen shirts where the shoulders fall a little loose. The best part is the pretty dresses and skirts, items that Charles has worn calmly to parties and events in the past assured in his own attractiveness, that have Max spinning around letting out happy giggles and purrs at the way they twirl in the air until he gets dizzy and goes stumbling into where Charles is standing, waiting ready to catch him. The joy is infectious and has Charles leaving smiling kisses on his forehead and pecks to his nose just to watch Max's beaming face scrunch up like a cute bunny. Charles real favourite part might be the panties, clean but long scented with Charles slick, and the cute lingerie sets that cinch a bit where Max's tits spill out more than Charles do. It should have him jealous but all it makes him feel is the urge to grope that flesh himself and watch it move under his hands.
Max hesitantly suggesting that maybe he could ask his makeup artist for more omega like looks has Charles feeling a dark clamp of possessiveness. The idea of someone else touching His Max. Unacceptable. He tells him that he can do Max's makeup if he'd like and lays him down on the chaise lounge, bringing Max's trusting face into his hands as he closes his eyes, going soft and pliable beneath him. Charles paints Max's skin with a slow devoted attention, interspersing movements with whispered praise by his ear. Then quickly on his own face drawing lipstick on so he can leave a bright red collar of kissmarks on Max's neck. It wouldn't do for anyone to think his omega was free for the taking after all.
The change starts slowly and goes unnoticed by the both of them purrs dropping in pitch until they resemble more of an Alpha's soothing rumbles. The deeper cut of dark spiced chocolate growing in Charles' honey and berries scent that gets lost among Max's scent permeating their shared space. The protective possessiveness that drips off Charles the moment anyone steps an inch to close to leave their own scent on Max. Months pass since their relationship started with a tearful conversation during Max's heat, before they finally reach their next big hurdle, Charles' heat.
Despite Max's red faced protests, when Charles pre-heat starts the only thing he lets Max wear is one of Charles' red ferrari shirts bold white 16 hanging loose below his shoulders and the edges brushing the top of his thighs, lined with kisses and bite marks. Charles is also extra clingy: Max can't leave a room without a 5'10" shadow following not a minute later; when he goes to start on the food prep necessary before the heat he finds himself hoisted up and onto the counter with a muffled "Stay" growled into his stomach as Charles then takes over. When Charles is done he picks Max back up bridal style to lay him gently back in the nest and sets about fussing with the room before finally laying down with him touching every inch of Max he can get his hands on
"A sudden flash of hot irritation hit Charles. Here he was taking every first of Max's he physically could, but still some remained out of his reach. Some future alpha could claim Max too, be his first knot, first bite, first pup. Bullshit. Max belongs to Charles, only Charles. An unfamiliar sensation burns through his lower half as Max seemingly grows tighter around him and he's finds himself struggling to pull completely out..."
Oh.
This isn't Charles heat.
This is his Rut.
hehe I wrote just a little bit of the smut
- Winter
link for the weighted cat
https://www.ishtarh.com/products/weighted-stuffed-animals?variant=58175871418449
Hi Winter! 🩵🤍🩵
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This is such an amazing prompt and you’ve written! The unabashed possessiveness?? The ardent devotion?? The way Charles’s every action is rooted in protect, provide, worship, and adore...it all comes as naturally as breathing.
I'm calling this Studding AU "This Twilight Garden" after the song of the same name by The Cure because this lyric is soooo (Alpha) Charles coded:
I lift my hands from touching you To touch the wind that whispers through This twilight garden Turns into a world Where dreams are real
And ohhhh goodness, is Charles going to make all their dreams come true by fully claiming Max in every possible way 😌
I love the concept of Max not caring if Charles is an Alpha or not—he's just so madly in love with his Charlie who takes care of him, loves him, and makes Max feel like the most cherished Omega on earth 🥺 all Max wants is to spend forever with his mate (and yes, Charles is his mate—his true mate—he doesn't give a fuck what traditionalists say, Charlie is his!) 💙❤️
But every day they're together, Max gives into his Omega instincts more and more while Charles's natural inclinations begin to...change. The way his growls possessively whenever anyone gets too close to Max. The way he easily manhandles his pretty boyfriend (both in and out of bed) has Max gushing slick and turning into a ragdoll in Charles's arms.
It's the way Charles's voice gets all husky and rough when Max spins around in one of Charles's old dresses (too tight around the chest, too short for his curvy figure) that has the Dutch Omega on his knees, head tilted up, and mating gland exposed.
They don't even notice that it's not...normal for one Omega to easily lift up another Omega in his arms and carry him to bed. But Charles is strong—he strength trains just like Max and despite his slightly leaner frame, the Ferrari pilot is all muscle. Max feels like a princess when Charles cradles him like this, it sends his Omega instincts into overdrive and causes him to wonder just how protective his mate would be once they had pups...
Not that they could.
Omega-Omega pregnancies were so rare it was basically impossible. Max is already thinking of every possible fertility treatment he can try in order to carry his Charlie's pup while our Monegasque Omega's scent is growing richer, heavier...
More Alpha-like by the day.
Max loves how full and thick Charles feels buried inside his wet, slick hole—if he closes his eyes, he can imagine Charles is knotting him, pumping Max full of Alpha cum that'll take root. Both of them realize that it's a tight fit—tighter than ever before—and Charles has to open Max up for longer so his cock can fit inside his Omega's perfect hole.
But neither of them realize why. Charles begins to fall asleep with his half-hard cock still inside Max...and the Omega loves it. Max loves waking up sore and leaking, he loves limping around the apartment knowing his mate—his Charlie—took him apart and put him back together.
He walks to the kitchen completely naked, in nothing but Charles's old dressing gown (it's short, sheer, and baby pink) and makes breakfast for his mate.
He knows his lover's heat will be coming soon—and Max can't wait. He's going to pamper his boyfriend and take care of him and make Charles feel so good 🥰 even though Max is a pillow princess who loves to bottom, he's also fucked Charles a few times and being buried in his boyfriend is a different kind of bliss that Max greedily hoards away.
Max is still daydreaming of heat nests and days drenched in slick and sweetness while Charles begins to feel...wild.
Out of control.
There's something...not right with his pre-heat. He's not meant to feel like he wants to pin Max down, fuck him until his Omega can't close his legs, and then bite down hard on his mate's puffy mating gland. He's not supposed to dream of getting Max pregnant—an Omega's heat is meant for personal reproduction.
But Charles's animal hindbrain isn't thinking like an Omega.
It's thinking, feeling, behaving like an Alpha.
Charles believes this is just wishful thinking—his own stubborn, impossible dream of being able to knot Max, etch his teeth into the Dutchman's neck, and have Max in every way an Alpha can.
But that seemingly impossible dream feels closer than ever—even if he can't explain it.
All he knows is that he's ravenous for something sweet like vanilla-honey.
All he knows is that Max's wet, needy hole is the only thing he wants to taste.
His pre-heat isn't even hitting in full force when Charles has Max on his hands and knees, ass in the air, and the Monegasque Omega fingering him open because no matter what, he doesn't want to hurt his mate. Max is whimpering and crying, begging Charles to just fuck into him, he can take it, he wants his mate, he wants his Charlie inside—
"Patience, Omega." Charles's voice rumbles through the air and Max, his sweet, spoiled princess, literally goes lax underneath him.
Mewling a soft yes, Charlie under his breath as he arches his back, trying to look as desirable as possible.
As...breedable as possible.
The last of his restraint snaps and he grabs his sweet Omega by his soft, rounded hips and thrusts in—animalistic and hungry, wanting to be buried inside Max until his Omega whines and cries that there's no more room, he's too full, it's too much—
(Charles doesn't even realize that these breathy declarations are a recent occurrence—that Charles's growing cock has slowly begun to swell inside his Omega. That Max has sometimes cum all over himself without Charles even touching his pretty little cock because the other Omega has stuffed him so full Max can hardly breathe.)
But tonight, Charles practically has Max caged—pinned on all fours as Charles leans over, fucking hard and fast into his perfect, obedient mate. The Ferrari driver's mouth is latched onto Max's swollen mating gland, teeth scraping the delicate skin as he thrusts in one last time—
And spills into his love's tight, wet heat.
It should be routine—familiar—the euphoria, the dizzying high, the blinding pleasure.
It's all there—
But Charles feels something locking him inside Max. Something thick and wide that makes it impossible for him to pull out.
Saliva pools in his mouth from where he's still sucking on Max's mating gland, his teeth feel like it's stabbing into his gums, sharpening and itching—as if urging Charles to clamp down.
To bite.
Max lets out a sudden gasp and Charles immediately leans back, trying to pull away before he sees—
"Ch-Charlie? Alpha?" Max's thin, high voice pleads from beneath him. "'M full, Alpha. Please."
And that's when it hits him.
He's knotted Max. Snug and tight and full.
