As the name suggests, this is an AU blog based on a fanfiction I'm actively working on with help from my friend @juju-on-that-yeet.
In this au after surviving the blood ocean, Simon agrees to go on another expedition, hoping to find a new planet that is habitable. What the COI never told him was that it was an ocean planet with almost no dry land.
I welcome any and all asks, but be aware because I'm a shipper and I ship hard and I'm not sorry for that.
Cowboy!Dorian x Abel inspired by my moot @quantum-slayer
Dorian wasn't always a farmer. He might have grew up in there, but he did try the city life until his parents needed him back.
Childhood friends with Abel, but after the very long years of not seeing eachother, he was a bit taken back by the huge, gorgeous man walking into the diner Dorian decided to have breakfast at and catch up with others.
Even Abel only recognized him when he heard the name Dorian from Stefan.
After that the two started talking non-stop, catching up on all the time they haven't seen eachother.
They agreed to talk more at the local bar later at night, inviting eachother for drinks and games like they were teens once again.
Since Abel swore off of alcohol, he was the one to call quits to the night and to Dorians very big surprise, get picked up by the burly man like he weighted nothing.
Dorian insisted he didn't want his parents to wake up to him being loud, so they ended up at Abel's place.
Once they were at Abel's home, Dorian was once again lifted into the air, even if he swore he could walk.
Not long after, they were soon in the guest bed, because Dorian still wanted to talk.
Their conversation was sour mere second later, since the topic of partners came up and they both learned how the other is just as heartbroken and untrustworthy of love as them.
But they couldn't truly dwell on the topic with Dorian's alcohol really hitting home and knocking him out for the rest of the night.
☆ Cannot, for the life of him, beat Abel's score with riding the mechanical bull at the local bar. He always gets close before being bucked off, hat flying away from him, and disappointment becoming him.
☆ Silver fox. He has gray bits at his beard and the sides of his head. No one said farm work was easy now.
☆ Speaking of his age/graying state. He wears bifocals with more rectangular frames.
☆ Tanned body with a more beefy/dad body definition. There is also hair along his forearms, upper arms, and hands.
☆ If he's drunk and there's karaoke going on then keep him away. Dorian will take every opportunity to get on that mic and sing whatever country song he's got stuck in his head. (Not that he's bad at it, he's just too enthusiastic with it).
☆ Dorian typically deals with soybeans, which means he's got a tractor. He'll gladly take you for a ride in it. (Ha, ha).
☆ So good with line dancing. If you're bad with it and you step on his boots, then he'll give you shit over it and threaten more work on you.
It wasn’t uncommon for the Dorians to often fool around. They typically had a system and never left a single one of each other out. Yes. That included Tiny Dorian, but he was typically content with simply watching most times. Anyways. It wasn’t always a group thing, no, instead it would be a one-on-one activity. It was always the case if an alpha like Attic, Bathroom to Gym, Back, and Front Dorian were never around to quell the omegas - excluding a few who were betas. Some of their heat cycles were out of sync but when two had synced up, it was never the most ideal situation. The room they resided in would always be stuffy with humidity and the air thick with the scent of pheromones - teakwood, pine, and something sweet akin to tree sap. Their skin always overheated and trembling hands reaching out for any one, be it alpha, beta, or omega. One heat could even trigger a heat or a rut.
Some of the Dorians were a bit closer to each other than the others, like Front Dorian and Trap Dorian, as well as Laundry Closet Dorian and Bedroom Dorian. The ladder had grown closer especially due how their heats had a tendency to sync up. Laundry Closet Dorian was a bit more free to roam given his post wasn’t the most important and Bedroom Dorian was never opposed to listening to him talking; he’d typically comfort his counterpart and assure him that he was important to everyone - to him. The two would spend time in bed, cuddled up with one another, and basking in each other’s scent as a bonding activity. Today had particularly been rough, Laundry Closet Dorian having started his heat and it was the worst it had been. He gritted his teeth as he leaned his forehead against the white doorframe, grabbing at it with both hands and huffing out breaths. His skin felt heated and the slick between his legs grew more irritating than anything. Laundry Dorian looked at his counterpart with concern.
“Bloody hell,” Laundry Dorian approached the Closet. He gently grabbed the man. “Already starting?”
“Yes,” Laundry Closet hissed. He clenched his eyes and took a deep breath. “Bedroom. I— Fuck,” he harshly said, clearly growing impatient.
Laundry Dorian gently grabbed the other and led him out of the laundry room. “I’ve got you,” he softly spoke, understanding his other’s need.
The two passed by the other Dorians, Laundry Closet clasped a hand over his face in near-shame at this display, but he needed the comfort of the other omega that resided upstairs. It was always such agony being away from Bedroom Dorian. Front Dorian watched Laundry and his Closet counterpart with sharp eyes from beneath the visor as they ascended the stairs - it was out of careful consideration. Front Dorian was the leader among all the Dorians, if one wasn’t doing too good or out of line then they would be taken care of, but it did bring him joy in seeing one of his others taking care of each other rather than him. It means he taught them well.
Laundry Dorian let go of Laundry Closet Dorian as they made it to the top of the staircase. Bedroom Dorian was quick to grab Laundry Closet, his heat having not started quite yet. Bedroom gave a silent nod and look of appreciation to Laundry, letting him return back to his post. He held his counterpart close and soothed him through gentle rubs on his upper back and the back of his head. Laundry Closet whined and nuzzled into Bedroom’s neck, mouthing at the skin weakly while clingy hands gripped at his suit jacket. A low moan elicited from the back of Bedroom’s throat as he stepped back, dragging Laundry Closet into the bedroom. He kicked the door shut, and felt his own heat begin to flare up with the presence of his omega so close to him.
“Missed you,” Bedroom whispered. He only got a whine in response and a shove onto the bed.
Laundry Closet Dorian climbed on top of Bedroom Dorian, slipping off their suit jackets in the frantic motion. The black fabrics met with the floor without care in a soft thump. Eager lips soon found one another, pheromones making the room feel charged with arousal and desire for one another. Their mouths opened, tongues sliding into each other's mouths and rubbing against one another’s in the middle. There was no fight for dominance unlike an alpha or beta would to an omega; there was simply the need to feel one another. White shirts were tugged out of belted black slacks with a harsh tug. Laundry Closet broke from the kiss to breathe, his entire being shrouded in need - Bedroom Dorian was getting there. The two situated more on the bed after breaking off from the kiss, clothes becoming far too constricting and hot, joining the suit jackets. Both men were deep in the throes of their sweet heat and slick had built up immensely between their legs.
The two sat on the bed and faced one another with one thigh slotted between the other’s legs. They both grinded against each other’s bare thighs, smearing slick about. Their lips sought each other out, hands grasping at each other’s heated, tattooed bodies. The muscles under clutching fingers tensed and flexed, some areas trembling or twitching with pleasure. Laundry Closet Dorian gasped against Bedroom’s tongue and ground his pussy a little harder against his thigh, feeling the soft hair caress the slick velvet flesh. One of Bedroom’s hands trailed down his counterpart’s body, feeling the hair that lined his stomach and down to the pubic area. His fingers found Laundry Closet’s enlarged clit, rubbing the top of it as they continued to grind one another. Laundry Closet couldn’t help but reciprocate the motion, eager to get his love off as well. The kiss became more desperate but affectionate as well. The two exchanged moans and bated breaths between heavy kisses, saliva finding its way out and seeping down the corners of their mouths, lining their chins.
“Mm, don’t stop,” Laundry Closet moaned, muffled by Bedroom’s tongue.
He didn’t exactly need to be told twice. The two laid down onto the bed after the kiss broke off. Their legs intertwined and lower lips kissed one another, the velvet flesh rubbing against one another, smearing copious amounts of slick. Bedroom’s hands squeezed at Laundry Closet’s pecs, thumb rotating around the sensitive nipples, drawing circles into them as the buds hardened. Their lips found one another, tongue desperate to taste one another once more. Laundry Closet Dorian’s arms wrapped around Bedroom’s waist to pull him impossibly close, wanting to feel nothing but him. Bedroom’s hands glided up to the other’s neck then the bed of his head. The two built a rhythm of grinding and writhing to milk as much pleasure as they could out of one another.
“I’d give anything to knot you,” Bedroom Dorian panted heavily after breaking from the kiss. He pushed Laundry Closet Dorian onto the bed and straddled his lap, continuing to grind his pussy against the other’s, each movement fluid and needy. Bedroom Dorian leaned slightly back, letting his counterpart watch him from where he laid. He ran a hand through his hair and moaned as he essentially rode Laundry Closet, not daring to stop anytime soon. The slick between them was dripping onto the bedsheets, far more than an alpha to gladly claim and knot them.
“This is— Nngh, better,” Laundry Closet Dorian retorted through gritted teeth. He gasped softly as his clit rubbed against Bedroom’s, both of their faces running red from the immense pleasure. Laundry Closet’s hands found his hips and moved them so their slick-ridden pussies could rub better against one another, the top pressing down harder.
Bedroom Dorian huffed out a laugh. “What, wouldn’t want me inside you?” He panted and continued to gyrate his hips, moving faster.
“No, I— Ah, fucking hell,” Laundry Closet’s head dipped back against the pillow, fully exposing his throat. “I do… so badly. I’d want to knot you, too.”
“Yeah? Just fuck me and fill me up? It’d do you good to,” Bedroom panted heavily. He leaned down and licked up Laundry Closet’s throat, feeling the bulge of his Adam’s apple against his tongue.
“Tease,” Laundry Closet growled.
Bedroom Dorian chuckled and sucked and lapped at the other’s neck as he leaned over him, the two grinding against one another still. The wet sounds of flesh filled the bedroom along with pants, gasps, and moans of need. The smell of pheromones clung to every inch of every surface in the room; it was guaranteed that any alpha who stepped in this very room would be set into an immediate rut, but the alpha Dorians knew better than to disrupt these two. Attic Dorian had done it once and was almost torn to shreds by Bedroom Dorian in a major fit. Speaking of Bedroom Dorian, his teeth bared and sunk into the side of Laundry Closet Dorian’s neck, biting hard enough to ensure a mark would be left. The man squirmed underneath Bedroom, clutching at his disheveled brown hair, and he slightly tugged at it which made the man on top growl low in his throat. Bedroom pulled back from Laundry Closet Dorian’s neck with a wet pop, lapping at the bite between heavy breaths to soothe the pain down, saliva being a salve.
“Don’t— Fuck, keep going,” Laundry Closet panted, his tone roughened. “Need to cum.”
“I’m not stopping. I need it, too,” Bedroom muttered against his neck. He buried his face into the crook of his neck. Laundry Closet Dorian’s legs wrapped around the other’s and he fruitlessly grinded back, the position making it somewhat difficult. It still felt good regardless.
Their moans only got louder and filled every inch of the room, even reaching down to the front door - Front Dorian could only awkwardly stand there at his post with a cock harder than a rock. The two Dorians continued to clutch at one another and grind against each other, the bottom one arching his back and looking up at Bedroom Dorian with hooded eyes, parted lips, and a flustered face - pure bliss. Bedroom was only spurred on by this, yearning so much to make Laundry Closet cum.
“Come on, love,” Bedroom grunted. “Just cum for me, I know you can.”
There were the nails dragging down his back, sending him over the edge as they both rode out their orgasms. They both gasped as one of them spurted out slick over the other’s pussy and thighs. Laundry Closet’s eyes slid shut as he relaxed back against the bed, shaking and reeling from his orgasm still. Bedroom didn’t want to move a single bit and his other wasn’t complaining, he enjoyed the closeness and heat between them. The skin to skin only added to the affectionate intimacy. Bedroom nuzzled against Laundry Closet’s neck, nose bumping his bearded jaw with a hum. His hands caressed his sweaty body.
“Mm, my love,” Laundry Closet slurred his words. He opened his eyes and looked at Bedroom Dorian with nothing but love and lazy joy. He grabbed the man’s face and dragged him into a kiss. Their heats were quelled. For now.
Every front door needs a doorbell. Just sketching and feeling him out and probably gonna push more of a 1920s kind of style on him. And yes, he's named Bell :'
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