#future mpreg

@beef-brisket

THEN

In the garden of Eden, the first man Adam fell in love with his first ever friend and best friend, his angel Lucifer.

He knew from the moment he saw him that they were meant to be together. That they were meant to be more than just friends, but lovers.

The idea just felt so right.

So every chance he got he spent it with Lucifer and bathed in his angels light. He wanted to be his everything.

And he would have had it. If it wasn't for Lilith.

When she was made he wasn't too bothered by her existence. He was told to make babies with her? Adam didn't want to, he would rather have babies with his angel.

Though, he didn't have the inner workings to have one...... He was sure that they would find a way! To have a family and be perfectly happy.

Adam had to believe that. And he did.

And he was going to tell Lucifer his feelings, his true ones until Lilith got in the way. She was jealous but more so because she just didn't want Adam to have the angel and not because she loved Lucifer.

No one loved Lucifer more than Adam.

Lilith had tried to kill Adam by drowning him in the pond. But he fought back and pushed her away.

She ran to Lucifer claiming he hurt her and it tore a rift between them.

Adam was devastated, how could Lucifer believe her?

It was all her fault. She was the snake in their garden, the reason they couldn't be happy and why their family and hopes and dreams were put on hold.

It was all Lilith's fault, Lucifer didn't know any better and Adam was determined to make him see reason one day.

He'll know the truth one day and then they can be together forever.

NOW

Adam stretched as he got out of bed, he went to get changed into his Extermination Day robes. He went to his closet and smiled as he gazed upon the photos he had of his angel.

Lucifer might be fallen now but that's okay. He's still his angel.

Adam: I'll see you soon Luci.~

Part one of the worship like a dog series on ao3

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“I’m a demon,” Dennis answers honestly. 

It’s that raw honesty that makes Robby pause, “demons aren’t real.” 

“But you believe your God is? When They couldn’t even answer a single one of your prayers?” Dennis laughs, not meanly, just in disbelief. 

Robby’s lips part in shock. He swallows thickly, “My Bubbe always said demons will steal your soul, is that what you want in exchange?” 

Dennis grabs his tail and strokes it; Robby follows the motion, palm itching to touch. This time, when the demon rounds the bed, he doesn’t move. He merely turns so they’re standing face to face.  

Robby has to look down at him and fuck the kid looks gorgeous. 

“I want something only you can provide,” Dennis hums, “a life in exchange for a life.” 

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Rating: Explicit Warning: Fantasy Biology, Mating Cycles/Heat, Implied Future Mpreg Category: M/M Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Relationship: Aragorn/Legolas Greenleaf Part 2 of The Greenleaf-Elessar Chronicles

Summary:

It only took a rogue flower, a stolen night, and a rather demanding baby to finally undo Legolas’s centuries of emotional discipline.

An aftermath scene in Aragorn POV after Botanical Betrayal: A Shire Tale in Three Moans and a future scene for potential sequel to Blame It On the Sex Pollen.

Link to Aftermath

@heartscfvalor​

Hannibal had not full decided that he was looking for an omega. He didn’t go to the Red House actively planning on making a purchase--he’d been before, and he could overall say that he respected how they handled the omegas that they sold, or kept in-house for breeding and selling sex without long-term strings attached. He even knew fellow Alphas who had mates that they had gotten there, so drifting in on a Saturday evening didn’t have Hannibal feeling one way or another about seeing the flesh on sale.

He did tell Alana that he was going, and he was pleasantly surprised when she turned up to join him for drinks in the lounge with her own omega in tow. Margot was generally left at home with their little son, but when they had someone to watch him, it was nice to see her gazing so adoringly at his dear friend.

“So,” Alana said, smirking into her whiskey. Margot knelt at her side, her Alpha’s fingers scratching lovingly through her thick dark hair. “This isn’t a usual choice of hangout. Are you going to buy?”

Hannibal shrugged, watching the room at large. The servers were in-house omegas, only for sale if one was going to stay on-site to fuck them. But the far wall had the Displays--cages, or glass windows showing little rooms, where omegas who could be bought for keeps were kept where prospective buyers could examine them thoroughly.

“It isn’t why I came, but...” Hannibal paused, his eyes on the last cage in the row. A male, not as young as the others near him but still utterly gorgeous--and unlike any of the others currently showing, he was in a muzzle. It was not a normal move outside of the back room where omegas who were custom-trained for kinkier Alphas were shown--out here, it likely meant that this one was difficult.

Alana’s grin widened. “Go inspect him. Worst outcome is that he doesn’t hold her attention.”

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Dr. Frederick Chilton, Jack Crawford, Mention of Matthew Brown, Mention of Georgia Madchen, Mention of Tobias Budge Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Hannibal, Alpha Will, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Omegas Are All Cannibals, Protective Will Graham, Alpha Ruts, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Government Sanctioned Heat Partner Will Graham, Mpreg, Kid Fic, Mating Bites, Imprisonment, Rape Mention but No Rape, Cannibalistic Omegas, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

There have been forty-four documented presentings of omegas in the entire world. Will Graham, one of the few government sanctioned heat partners in by far the most successful. When he's called to the Baltimore State Hospital for The Criminally Insane after a new presenting he doesn't expect to see the omega he is there to service in a cage but as the Director reminds him, they are all cannibals and it's sometimes safer that way.

Or, Will is a compassionate alpha heat partner who meets Hannibal Lecter, the deadliest omega to date having killed eleven people when he presented. This time feels different and unbeknownst to Will is about to change his life.

Next - HERE

Relationships - Swap Papgore, past Spicyhoney

Characters - Swap Asgore, Swap Papyrus, Swap Frisk

Tags - Pregnancy discussion, future Mpreg, future horror, nonbinary character, mute character, anxiety. We start out nice but the horror builds pretty fast.

Please note—at this time, I cannot tag for the fic on the whole, as it isn’t completed yet. If you’re concerned, then please DM me with specific questions or wait until Halloween, when this fic will be posted in its entirety on AO3 with all relevant tags. Until then, I can say this—

This fic contains references to BODY DYSMORPHIA, PREGNANCY TREATED AS HORROR, SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE EMOTIONS RELATED TO PREGNANCY AND HAVING CHILDREN, RELATIONSHIP TROUBLES, and DISCUSSION OF ABORTION AND/OR MISCARRIAGE (not played for angst).

Brace yourself.

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1 year prior

The kid’s fingers flashed rapidly, their version of excited babble. Rus nodded along, even when he couldn’t quite catch what Frisk was saying. They grabbed their backpack and shoved it toward him, showing him the cartoon characters emblazoned on the front.

“yeah, that’s real cool, bud. you shown blue yet?”

Still beaming, Frisk shook their head, signing that they’d be visiting Blue later today. Rus nodded and asked them about their school and their teachers. They were happy to talk with him, and he watched their fingers as they spoke, struggling to keep up with their rapid dialogue.

Asgore joined them when the tea was ready, and he smiled warmly, laughing as Frisk and Rus stirred an unhealthy amount of honey and cream into their cups. He leaned forward and took over the conversation, asking Frisk about books and movies and their friends at school. Rus leaned back in his chair, happy to let him steer the conversation. He loved Frisk—what monster didn’t?—but...talking to them could be exhausting at times. And, while he wanted to be encouraging, feigning interest in their activities wore at him. He was happy for the visit, happy to see them doing well, but he’d be just as happy to see them leave.

Asgore, on the other hand, visibly deflated when Frisk was gone. Rus scooted his chair over, so they could sit close. He elbowed him lightly. “why the long face, love? you’re a goat monster, not a horse monster last time i checked.”

He chuckled and draped a huge arm over his shoulders, pulling him close and tucking him into his side. Rus sighed, sockets closing as he burrowed into the warmth and safety of his lover’s embrace. For a few minutes, Asgore simply held him. Then, pulling back, he said, “Darling....” Rus peered up at him curiously; that nickname only came out when Asgore wanted something. “...have you ever thought about kids?”

He blinked. “you mean like...baby goats?”

Asgore laughed, then nuzzled the top of his skull. “I suppose I do, in a way. But I also mean little skeletons—uh...babybones?” Rus nodded absently, affirming the term, but Asgore’s smile widened. “So you have thought about it?”

His mouth popped open, then clicked closed. “i...a little?”

“You’re so good with Frisk. You’d be an excellent parent.”

Rus shook his head, and started to pull away, but Asgore held him in place. “no,” he said, “i’m just...i’m being nice. that’s all. i’m really not very good with....” He gestured loosely, fidgeting. “...all that.”

Asgore took hold of his chin and turned him back to face him. “You are, though. You’re so caring and loving. Of course you’d be a good parent!”

Rus rubbed the back of his neck, not wholly willing to disagree. “i mean....” He cleared his throat and turned back to Asgore. “what about you? after asriel and chara...?”

His face crumpled, and Papyrus immediately regretted asking, but Asgore just petted the top of his skull and buried his face in Rus’ hoodie. “I always wanted kids. Even when I was little more than a kid myself. What happened was...devastating. I’ll never....” He exhaled hard, squeezing Rus. Rus squeezed back, trying to comfort his lover. “I’ll never fully recover from that loss. But...life keeps going, doesn’t it? In the Ruins, it felt like I was just...waiting. Not...not living. I’d like...I think I’m ready to start living again. Specifically, to start making a life with...well, with you.”

Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a small box. Inside was a silver key. “I was hoping you might feel the same way.”

“this is a key to your house?”

“Our house. If-if you want it, that is.”

“i—“ Rus looked at the key, looked at Asgore, at the monster he’d visited daily since the machine broke down, the monster that had comforted him when he lost contact with his previous lover, the monster he grew day by day and pun by pun to love—long before they ever laid eyes on each other. The question was unexpected, but he found himself imagining a life with the former king.

Evenings spent by the fire, talking and laughing and trading stupid jokes.

Flowers overflowing the garden.

The scent of cinnamon and butterscotch heavy on the air.

A life of warmth and laughter. Easy. Peaceful.

He said “yes” without even thinking about it.

Beaming, Asgore swept him up, into his arms and held him tight, rocking him slightly. “Oh, Rus!” he said, getting teary-eyed, “I’m just—I’m so happy! And relieved! I was afraid you might not feel the same way.”

Chuckling, Rus kissed him, still thrilled by the strange sensation of lips moving against his teeth. “you big, fluffy goof,” he said teasingly, “of course i love you. how could i not?”

Combined with:

I’ve seen a lot of alpha!Bucky/omega!Tony, but not much the other way around. Just… Bucky in the 40’s, only dating female alphas because most alpha men were jerks. No respect in the army ‘til he learns to snipe. HYDRA injecting him full of chemicals because an Asset in heat is just inconvenient. Tony being scorned by Howard because he’s too soft, too small. Tony never liking the alpha stereotypes or the reputation he gains because of them… Them meeting their equal but opposite in each other.            

and:

Imagine a switch on the A/B/O where Bucky is the Omega and Tony is Alpha. Bucky gets pregnant.      

and:

Imagine Bucky completely hiding his sexuality in the 40s (if he got arrested who would look after Steve?), 70 years later Tony is his first (male) everything.

No Such Thing as Soulmates (Probably) - Part I of II

The scent hits Tony the moment he steps out of the elevator; sweet, almost cloying in its intensity, settling thickly in the back of his throat when he breathes in too deeply. It’s overwhelmingly strong, and has Tony stagger before he braces himself with a hand against the wall, blinking rapidly and shaking his head against the fog threatening to descend over the more rational parts of his brain.

This isn’t Tony’s first encounter with an Omega in heat, not by a long shot, but it’s the first time since early puberty that his body and hindbrain are reacting in complete, harmonic unison without his say-so. He has to close his eyes, and cup his hands over his nose and mouth, breathing in the smells of a day spent tinkering in his workshop to calm down his racing heart, and soothe his Alpha instincts currently going absolutely haywire.

Once his head feels a little clearer, Tony slowly removes his hands, takes an experimental breath, and lets out a relieved sigh when nothing happens. He considers heading back to his own floor, and scouring his own, much emptier fridge for something to eat, but the sour, distressed note buried under the prominent Omega in heat scent makes him hesitate. Worrying his bottom lip, Tony cautiously makes his way towards the kitchen, but stops in the doorway when he’s greeted with a growl.

Barnes is sitting on the floor amidst a mess of loose tea leaves and shards of a shattered mug, pressed back against the cabinets, legs drawn up against his chest, arms resting on his knees, and face buried in his arms. He doesn’t look up at Tony, but he does make another low warning noise when Tony carefully inches across the room, reminding Tony to keep his distance.

(Watch out for the break!)

I think this is scene 5 for the mail order groom au. Don't qoute me on it though. This is NSFW for nudity and sensuality. This Au isn't gonna have any smut in it, just because I don't think it needs it, but that doesn't mean it won't get risque. You have been warned, and there's a surprise. Read the tags ppl.