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It’s a Texas Thing
#77 from the prompt challenge.
Notes - It’s been over a year since I last posted any writing, apologies about that. And apologies for this taking so long. I was out of town for a little while and also I am very much struggling to write. But I wanted to write something cute and hopefully?? funny??? Hope you all enjoy! AU - Married AU, Human AU Rating - SFW
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The Best of Luck - USUK FF
This is a fic trade with @x-silkplants-x. I haven’t written in a while and boy I got a little carried away sorry! (I went over our word count but honestly don’t worry about it! It’s my apology for being late) This was a prompt they had requested so I hope I did it justice >< and I hope you like it!!!
Summary - On Arthur’s birthday, there is a competition held in which alphas will compete for Arthur’s hand in marriage. AU - Omegaverse, Wealthy AU Rating - SFW
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A short nsfw drabble for @empressvegah because she said Alfred calling Arthur baby as they have sex is nice and I agree
Riding Alfred was Arthur’s favorite position. Over the years they’d tried out all sorts of things, and Arthur had an extensive list of favorites, of course, but not many topped that one. To have Alfred deep inside of him, with his firm and strong hands holding tight to Arthur’s waist was enough to have Arthur shivering in pleasure, but it wasn’t just that. Arthur really loved looking down on Alfred, lying down on the bed, looking up at him with flushed cheeks, biting his lip, staring at Arthur in awe, love, passion.
Arthur would move his hips up and down, forcing Alfred deeper inside, and he’d keep a slow but steady rhythm, and Alfred would close his eyes and moan loudly, sigh, whisper. And then came the part that Arthur really loved about it, that was when Alfred closed his eyes and whispered, “Oh, yeah, baby… that’s so good… you’re doing so good, baby… you’re… you’re so good to me, fuck…” and Arthur stared at him, watching his facial expressions, his handsome tanned body.
It was the best part. Arthur would close his eyes, too, and savor that moment, those words, the knowledge that it was him the reason why Alfred was feeling so good he’d lose his words, move his hands to Arthur’s buttlocks and squeeze them, hold them, feel them up and moan, sigh, cum.
Arthur always knew Alfred when was close to cumming because he’d breathe faster and say “Baby… god, oh, baby, yes…” over and over, and the words were so lewd and pronounced so quietly, huskily… Arthur moved faster, then, feeling Alfred deeper, harder and hotter inside, and hearing him say those words a bit louder, almost begging, “O-oh, baby, please… A-Arthur, babe…” and then he’d come, grabbing and holding Arthur’s butt tight, greedy, demanding, and then he’d pull Arthur down, and kiss him, and whisper his name, and say, “Fuck, I love you so much, babe. You’re the best. I love you.”
And Arthur would smile knowingly and kiss him back, eager, passionate, cum all over their stomachs and bed sheets as they wrapped their limbs together, hugging and kissing, Alfred holding Arthur tight, possessive and greedy and satisfied, and Arthur would smile to himself proudly as they both fell asleep.
Sex Bomb
Hi there, I know it has been a while and I should be writing other things but I suddenly got the inspiration to write this, instead of doing laundry or going to the store or watching the movie I am supposed to watch
Pairing: USUK Summary: Alfred buys Arthur a bath bomb and they decide to test it out. Rating: NSFW, very NSFW, some teasing and other stuff, so see tags for more specific information AU: Omegaverse, married au
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Home
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HZqUCI
by bluekujira
This is a multichaptered fic I wrote back a while ago on Tumblr. I’m now going to post it here on AO3.
Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too.
Warnings: This will be a slow start fic kinda. In later chapters there will be NSFW content but for now just expect fluff and awkwardness.
Words: 51021, Chapters: 15/18, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), Female Canada (Hetalia), some OCs - Character, family ocs, i cant remember at the moment who else is in it
Relationships: America/England (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, alpha alfred, Omega Arthur, farm au, Cowboy AU, multichaptered fanfiction, Completed, NSFW in later chapters, Fluff, Awkwardness, kinda? found family, Beta Mattie, Fem Canada, a dash of peter (sealand) mention, slow start fic kinda
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HZqUCI
tagged writing thingy
I was tagged to share the last thing I wrote. I’ve never been tagged in this before but I was surprised. Thank you @gxgirl-93 !
The last thing I wrote was some FWP (fluff without plot) inspired by Valentine’s Day feelings and the song Mine - Bazzi
It’s unfinished and will probably be unfinished forever. Enjoy : )
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Hands off! Usuk Omegaverse? Bar fight maybe?
Instincts
Who does he think he is?! Alfred thought, staring. He couldn’t help it. He was holding a beer canso strongly that it crushed under his grip, beer splashing on his shirt andshoes. He didn’t care about that, though. He only cared about the guy with hisdirty little hand up Arthur’s thigh. How darehe?!
Arthur was sitting at the bar,drinking something with sex in thename, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. And Alfred wasn’t minding it. He wasokay with Arthur flirting with other guys. He was totally okay with Arthur laughing at other alpha’s jokes. He totally was. Yup. For sure. But it wasdifferent when said alpha decided to touchArthur. That, Alfred couldn’t handle. He wouldn’t allow it.
That is… he and Arthur… it was justcasual. They were coworkers, they slept together here and there, nothing otherthan that… but… but… Alfred really liked Arthur. Arthur had said he didn’t wanta relationship just yet, so Alfred was refraining from courting him, as much ashis instincts were telling him to.
Only… He just couldn’t control hisinstincts when some other alpha decided to touch his omega. Not… his… yet…he needed to remind himself of that constantly.
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Rising to the Occasion
It’s been a while… I’m sorry! (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕)
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At this stage of his career, Arthur feels he can safely say that he’s seen it all.
It’s enough for him to lose his faith in humanity, repeatedly, vigorously, but Arthur wouldn’t have continued in this line of work had he relinquished every drop of faith, but it’s often dangling by a thread. Nothing that a cup of tea can’t fix, anyway, but he’ll be lucky if he’ll squeeze a brew break in today. He’s glimpsed briefly into the emergency room earlier this morning and it did not look promising. Not that it ever does, Arthur can count the number of quiet days he’s had in this vocation on a single hand and have fingers to spare but one doesn’t go into emergency nursing with the expectation to have leisurely days. Arthur is hopeful that there won’t be any cases of frisky masturbation sessions that became out of hand, and utterly humiliating, because he’s not in the mood for another closeted alpha, adventurous beta or emboldened omega, sliding a candle or wine bottle or even a vibrator too far up their nethers. Too many times he has had to witness such an act and it never ceases to amaze him—and cause him to ponder how humanity have survived for the time they have. It’s only been a year since Arthur had completed his advanced training and he is now qualified as an emergency nurse practitioner. He holds his own consultations, which has transpired to be dealing with all the cases that are too complicated for nurses below his station, but not urgent enough for the doctors, ergo, Arthur finds his day is consumed with a great many cases that simply don’t warrant a trip to the emergency room, or are just plain ridiculous. So, far his morning has consisted of removing a pin from the sole of an elderly woman’s foot that she had accidentally stepped on during a home repair of a pair of trousers—he’d heard the suspenseful tale in great detail—he’s seen to a little omega girl suffering from an asthma attack, an alpha who had attempted to prepare himself a bacon sandwich and severely scalded his hand in the process and an allergic reaction in a beta who had taken a large bite of a chocolate, apparently not realising it had contained nuts. All in a day’s work, he sighs internally.
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Run!
For @not-aph-england
This seemed like a serious prompt but I’m hoping you don’t expect serious of me. Also I got a bit carried away. This is only the second Cardverse fic I have ever written, did you know?
Enjoy some silly usuk Cardverse! : )
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Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?
: O Thank you so much !!! <3
Hope ya’ll like it!
“And that’s why we need to be married.”
“Hm?”
“Artieee were you even listening to me?”
“No not really.” Artie turned in his desk chair to look at Alfred who flopped over on his bed like he would die at any second. “After you mentioned Captain America and pugs and Yoda I started to tune you out. Even if the mention of Excalibur did pull me back in for a second.”
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Pancakes
Pairing: USUK/Libertea Rating: PG Wordcount: 3,238 In progress/Complete Misc: Omegaverse AU, mpreg, weird pregnancy cravings, terrible treatment of pancakes Summary: Alfred would do anything for Arthur. Even if that means putting up with his really, really, really gross pregnancy cravings. A/N: @bluekujira wanted omegaverse pregnant pancake fluff so we doin it lads. Several weeks late.
Alfred had read up a lot about pregnancy since he and Arthur had decided to have children. He knew the best techniques to reduce back pain, he knew the best medicines and teas to soothe morning sickness, he’d even started looking up the best foot massages for when Arthur’s ankles inevitably began to feel the strain of carrying a watermelon around. But at eleven thirty on a tuesday night he was starting to wonder why he hadn’t looked into cravings more seriously than browsing a chatroom of alpha fathers talking about the odd things their mates had eaten. Alfred at least thanked whatever powers there were that Arthur hadn’t demanded he retrieve pickles and custard like some poor guy on the chatroom; the very thought of it made him gag.
But that didn’t make Arthur’s sudden sitting up in bed demanding pancakes any less inconvenient.
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Heyyy I’m just some random guy that likes reading fics. I don’t know everyone so please just send me a message if I missed you or your friend/s. Some of these are personal blogs while some are writing/art blogs but most have their own tag for their fic!
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Last Ride Of The Day
Rated: K+
Lmao, it’s 2am, i just finished writing this smol story because i was in the mood to write something, but i didn’t know what and then– Anyway. Smol story is smol. This thing doesn’t even summary, it’s exactly 333 words and that makes me very pleased. However, i’ll have to make up some sort of summary eventually…
Not beta-ed
What Alfred did not expect while he waited in his motorcycle for his brother to come back from buying a simple ice cream was for a raging omega to suddenly sit down behind him, arms wrapping tightly around him and then start yelling:
“Fucking drive!”
Alfred got caught by surprise and in a sudden wave of fear and panic he turned on the engine and drove off, nevermind his brother and everything else.
He had no idea what was going on besides the fact that he had a strange omega seated behind him, screaming his ears off about how he had to go faster and turn right and then left and—
Were those police cars and sirens behind them—?
Oh God, what had Alfred gotten into?
Soon enough, the police cars were out of sight, the omega had gotten quiet and finally, finally, they stopped. In the middle of fucking nowhere. Alfred had no idea where he was.
But he was sure of one damn thing, he was very pissed off.
The omega dismounted the motorbike.
“What the fuc—”
Warm, soft lips were pressed against his cheek. The alpha gaped, eyes wide.
“Thanks for the ride, love, let’s drive again some other time.” The strange omega winked at him, smirk in place as he blew him a kiss and then ran away while Alfred just stared because, really?!
What the fuck had just happened in the span of twenty minutes?!
His brain took a few moments to organize what had just happen and once it did the omega was already out of sight. The alpha pressed a hand against his cheeks, feeling the ghost of the other’s lips on his skin. Alfred felt his cheeks heat up at the memory and his brows furrow in annoyance.
Those green eyes staring at him with mirth, that messy blond hair swaying every way from the wind. And those goddamned fuzzy eyebrows.
Alfred was definitely going to find that little minx again one day.
and alfred didn’t need to search much cause Artie left him his number inside the pocket of his jacket, lmao. Also, Artie was being chased by cops because, well, you’re free to imagine the reason. Yodo
Friday.
Pairing: USUK/Libertea Rating: SFW Wordcount: 2,328 In progress/Complete Misc: actor au, reunion fic, kind of, Alfred’s an actor and Arthur isn’t ok Summary: It’s been a long time since high school, a long time since Alfred’s best friend moved back to England and his own career skyrocketed with the help of a few movie deals. The last thing he expected was to see that best friend turn up in a coffee shop in LA again. A/N: I originally got this idea from @usuknetwork‘s weekly jam like two weeks ago when the song was Hey Leonardo but I have 0 ability to make things on time
“Alfred?”
The voice was surprised, incredulous even, and despite the low profile he was attempting to keep, Alfred couldn’t help turning around from placing his coffee order to look at the man who had spoken up. And he was glad he did, for his memory hadn’t deceived him in thinking that the accented voice was all too familiar.
“Arthur.” He pulled his sunglasses down a little, just as surprised but soon grinning at the shorter man, who couldn’t help a small smile in reply. “God, it’s been…”
“Eight years.” Arthur filled in for him.
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…That scent, that pine and forest and earth was his again. He’d imagined it, tried to recreate it for so long. Such a unique and warm wonderful thing. Arthur didn’t want Alfred to let him go and it seemed it was the case for Alfred too, his grip not relenting.
“Darlin’ I missed you so much,” Alfred said softly into Arthur’s hair.
Welcome Home by @bluesfanfiction
this is my part of a gift for @aph-purple‘s birthday! blue did the fic, i did the art. we love you so much purp, i hope the whole week is amazing <3
Welcome Home 1/?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PURPLE!!! @aph-purple I’m sorry I’m abandoning you on your birthday for a concert but I wrote this for you. Who knows when the next chapters will come out. I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3
For those of you who don’t know, this is a sequel to Home, a multi-chaptered omegaverse USUK fanfiction I wrote a while ago. This is a continuation of it. I don’t really think you’ll need to have read the first fanfiction to understand this but Idk??? I would appreciate you reading the first one though. Enjoy~!
There was froth on top of Arthur’s coffee and a hot slick burning down his throat from the first drink. Too quick. He almost dropped the toast as he got it onto a plate and scraped butter on it. He was careless with the orange juice and spilled it on the counter, bumped his knee into the counter, kicked Pudding’s mouse toy out of the way, knocked his elbow on the door handle, and fell into his seat.
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"Can we pretend I didnt just say that?" USUK highchool au, dorks trying to confess idk
When Arthur wasn’t paying attention, Alfred liked to watch him and catalogue all the little things that he loved about Arthur—the way he picked at his food before actually eating it, the way he chewed on his erasers when he was thinking about an assignment, the way he was a positive force of destruction on the debate team, the way he let his guard down when they were alone together…
At that moment, Arthur was leaning over the railing of one of the school’s walkways, watching the colors of fall in a brief respite from work. Alfred, though, was watching Arthur. His eyes were soft with contentment, with a light breeze ruffling his perpetually messy hair. He let out a sigh as he folded his arms and relaxed his shoulders, and Alfred’s heart skipped a beat just watching Arthur in a moment of peace.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
Alfred realized a moment too late that he’d said that out loud, and all the blood in his body decided to pool in his face when Arthur turned to him with a baffled look.
“What did you say?”
Alfred swallowed hard and turned away in the hopes that his blush would fade and maybe they could continue on like normal. “The trees look nice, don’t you think?”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
Alfred grimaced, and the blush returned in spades. “Look, forget it. Can we pretend that I didn’t say that?”
The rustle of the wind in the trees was the only response, until he heard Arthur take a deep breath.
“But I think you’re beautiful, too.”
Alfred whipped his head around to balk at Arthur, who had turned his attention back to the trees. A bright red blush was on his face, as well, but there was a small, pleased smile, too.
Feeling emboldened, Alfred sidled over until his shoulder was touching Arthur’s. When Arthur didn’t tell him off or call him a number of names he didn’t understand but knew were insults, he tentatively lifted his arm to wrap it around Arthur’s shoulders.
Arthur sighed and leaned against him, and Alfred’s heart was pounding enough that he was surprised that Arthur wasn’t commenting on how loud it was. His smile was wide enough to actually hurt, though, and so he shifted so he could rest his head on top of Arthur’s.
