I'd like a fill with an established, loving, non-angsty foursome relationship with France, England, America and Canada in an Omegaverse AU: Domestic arrangements, loving moments between all members, and of course some hot smut with all four involved.
Bonus 1: Equal action - not just Alpha/Omega, but Alpha/Alpha and Omega/Omega as well.
Bonus 2: The Omegas have kids, who are raised as everyone's kids. They can't even really tell which Alpha fathered them.
I'm going to assume you want Alphas to be France and England, Omegas America and Canada? I didn't realize how badly I wanted this 'til noooow. OP. You are a genius and I wish I could fill. Seconded all the way!
OP has no preferences as to how the Alpha/Omega distribution is, eh, distributed. :) Actually I was imagining France and America as Alphas, England and Canada as Omegas, when I wrote it, but I went back and rewrote my request to keep it non-specific so anyone who fills can do it as they please. The New World as Omegas and Old World as Alphas also sounds awesome to me.
A/n: This is a small fic I wrote quickly and I took a slightly different spin on it, but I hope you like it anyway!
It was obvious from before he was born that Matthew Williams was destined to be an Omega. He was so quiet and gentle that his mother didn't even realize she was pregnant until her fifth month, and then it was only because she was curious about the weight she had put on. When he was a child he was quiet and submissive and sweet. He always wanted to be a mother, one of the old fashioned ones who had a child for each heat.
But for a long time it looked as though it wouldn't be the case. He simply didn't attract anyone in high school. Then, finally, when he was eighteen his parents allowed him an Omega ball. They were fairly rare, often now people found their mates on their own and it almost felt like a failure to have to hold one. But he did, and for once people paid attention to him.
For the first time, he had choices. The majority of his suitors were rejected quickly. He didn't even need a full dance with them to decide they wouldn't be good mates. The first one he met who stood a chance was Francis. He was somewhat older, in his mid twenties, but Matthew didn't understand how he wasn't already mated. He was romantic, elegant, and oh so caring. Matthew was about to send everyone else home when a scruffy-looking Alpha with impressive eyebrows walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hello," He said, "My name is Arthur. May I have this dance?"
And there was just something about him too. There was refinement in spite of the mess of his hair and eyebrows. And he was passionate, oh so passionate, and incredibly protective. After their dance, Matthew shooed both him and Francis. He could only choose one.
But then Alfred F Jones came up and tapped him on the shoulders. He was blushing bright red and shuffling. "Hey, I-I know you were having a good time with those other guys, but I've kind of always had a crush on you so could I have one dance before you leave with one of them?" And then the count was three.
He left by himself completely torn. And he told all of them that, that he didn't know how to choose. And, surprisingly, they were okay with that. For a while, the three of them had a "may the best man win" mentality, but as the time passed and Matthew still couldn't decide that started to fade. Then one day he caught Alfred and Arthur kissing while Francis had one hand in each of their pants and the answer was obvious.
Thankfully, they weren't the only ones to attempt that sort of arrangement. They all got married in one ceremony, and that night they wound up in a huge writhing pile, everyone touching and kissing everyone else.
They were surprisingly cooperative in bed until Matthew's heat hit. No amount of affection or discussion beforehand could stop the instinctual battle to have the first knot. The three of them wrestled naked, sweat rolling off their bodies, and Matthew felt he needed someone so badly he'd die. By the time Alfred came away as the clear winner, Matthew had most of his fist in his ass.
Alfred shoved him onto his hands and knees roughly and plunged in like a wild animal. Matthew clenched and mewled, clawing at his nest. His arousal only grew as Arthur and Francis' battle to determine second place devolved into the two of them kissing and stroking each other's cocks. Matthew wished that he could fit all of them at once. Was it possible to stretch that far, even in heat? He knew he could probably take two, but three? Still, he was greedy. He wanted all three of them inside, knotting him, everyone breeding him at once so they had no idea who the father of the baby would be.
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Still, Matthew wanted everyone to have a fair chance, so he kicked Alfred off as soon as he knotted. It was painful to let go, but he needed his next Alpha. Somehow, Arthur had convinced Francis to let him go first, so he mounted him. He was slower and more controlled than Alfred had been and used a level of precision that made his toes curl. Arthur also realized how it would end and pulled most of the way out before coming, just leaving the tip in so that Matthew would get the first spurt of come before pulling away to snuggle with Alfred until their knots deflated.
France was even slower and gentler. Matthew had seen him come once while he was waiting, so he had the edge taken off. He was sweet, murmuring words that Matthew was too far gone to understand and pulling out just far enough that his knot would form outside of Matthew when he came. Alfred helpfully got a plug for him, so that none of their seed would slip out until Matthew was ready to mate again.
The rest of the heat they took turns switching off the order. Sometimes Matthew was almost jealous of the rest of them. Normally the second and third would slip their cocks into whoever went before them (the first, as Alfred said, was SOL) so that they could be tied to someone. When it began to die down and it wasn't necessary for all of them to come inside of Matthew anymore, they did take turns knotting him while the other two entertained each other.
Three weeks later, Matthew found himself looking at a little pink plus sign on the tip of a stick. All of them celebrated that night. It didn't matter who the donor was, all of them were parents now.
"What if there's triplets in there?" Alfred teased, placing his hands on Matthew's stomach. "One for each of us."
"I'll castrate every single one of you." Matthew replied.
"It would be nice though, my love," Arthur said, licking his lips slowly, "Imagine how big you'll get."
"Ah, Arthur, he'll be big enough for your little fat fetish as it is. Especially if you let me cook more often."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?"
"It means your food sucks, dude."
"Please, if it was up to you our child would eat nothing but fast food and die of a heart attack at thirty two."
"Oh, my darling, and that would be so much worse than whatever is in those lumps of charcoal you make?"
"My cooking's not that bad!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, secretly more than content to listen to his Alphas squabble.
"I have no choice, do I? Whoever your daddy is you're going to be loud."
Intellectually, he knew that it was nothing more than a little clump of cells at the moment with neither ears nor a brain, but he liked to think it was as happy as he was.
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FACE foursome - Omegaverse
(Anonymous) 2013-04-09 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus 1: Equal action - not just Alpha/Omega, but Alpha/Alpha and Omega/Omega as well.
Bonus 2: The Omegas have kids, who are raised as everyone's kids. They can't even really tell which Alpha fathered them.
Re: FACE foursome - Omegaverse
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-10 04:04 am (UTC)(link)Sharing is Caring or Matthew Williams and his unusual harem
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)A/n: This is a small fic I wrote quickly and I took a slightly different spin on it, but I hope you like it anyway!
It was obvious from before he was born that Matthew Williams was destined to be an Omega. He was so quiet and gentle that his mother didn't even realize she was pregnant until her fifth month, and then it was only because she was curious about the weight she had put on. When he was a child he was quiet and submissive and sweet. He always wanted to be a mother, one of the old fashioned ones who had a child for each heat.
But for a long time it looked as though it wouldn't be the case. He simply didn't attract anyone in high school. Then, finally, when he was eighteen his parents allowed him an Omega ball. They were fairly rare, often now people found their mates on their own and it almost felt like a failure to have to hold one. But he did, and for once people paid attention to him.
For the first time, he had choices. The majority of his suitors were rejected quickly. He didn't even need a full dance with them to decide they wouldn't be good mates. The first one he met who stood a chance was Francis. He was somewhat older, in his mid twenties, but Matthew didn't understand how he wasn't already mated. He was romantic, elegant, and oh so caring. Matthew was about to send everyone else home when a scruffy-looking Alpha with impressive eyebrows walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hello," He said, "My name is Arthur. May I have this dance?"
And there was just something about him too. There was refinement in spite of the mess of his hair and eyebrows. And he was passionate, oh so passionate, and incredibly protective. After their dance, Matthew shooed both him and Francis. He could only choose one.
But then Alfred F Jones came up and tapped him on the shoulders. He was blushing bright red and shuffling. "Hey, I-I know you were having a good time with those other guys, but I've kind of always had a crush on you so could I have one dance before you leave with one of them?" And then the count was three.
He left by himself completely torn. And he told all of them that, that he didn't know how to choose. And, surprisingly, they were okay with that. For a while, the three of them had a "may the best man win" mentality, but as the time passed and Matthew still couldn't decide that started to fade. Then one day he caught Alfred and Arthur kissing while Francis had one hand in each of their pants and the answer was obvious.
Thankfully, they weren't the only ones to attempt that sort of arrangement. They all got married in one ceremony, and that night they wound up in a huge writhing pile, everyone touching and kissing everyone else.
They were surprisingly cooperative in bed until Matthew's heat hit. No amount of affection or discussion beforehand could stop the instinctual battle to have the first knot. The three of them wrestled naked, sweat rolling off their bodies, and Matthew felt he needed someone so badly he'd die. By the time Alfred came away as the clear winner, Matthew had most of his fist in his ass.
Alfred shoved him onto his hands and knees roughly and plunged in like a wild animal. Matthew clenched and mewled, clawing at his nest. His arousal only grew as Arthur and Francis' battle to determine second place devolved into the two of them kissing and stroking each other's cocks. Matthew wished that he could fit all of them at once. Was it possible to stretch that far, even in heat? He knew he could probably take two, but three? Still, he was greedy. He wanted all three of them inside, knotting him, everyone breeding him at once so they had no idea who the father of the baby would be.
Sharing is Caring or Matthew Williams and his unusual harem (2)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)Still, Matthew wanted everyone to have a fair chance, so he kicked Alfred off as soon as he knotted. It was painful to let go, but he needed his next Alpha. Somehow, Arthur had convinced Francis to let him go first, so he mounted him. He was slower and more controlled than Alfred had been and used a level of precision that made his toes curl. Arthur also realized how it would end and pulled most of the way out before coming, just leaving the tip in so that Matthew would get the first spurt of come before pulling away to snuggle with Alfred until their knots deflated.
France was even slower and gentler. Matthew had seen him come once while he was waiting, so he had the edge taken off. He was sweet, murmuring words that Matthew was too far gone to understand and pulling out just far enough that his knot would form outside of Matthew when he came. Alfred helpfully got a plug for him, so that none of their seed would slip out until Matthew was ready to mate again.
The rest of the heat they took turns switching off the order. Sometimes Matthew was almost jealous of the rest of them. Normally the second and third would slip their cocks into whoever went before them (the first, as Alfred said, was SOL) so that they could be tied to someone. When it began to die down and it wasn't necessary for all of them to come inside of Matthew anymore, they did take turns knotting him while the other two entertained each other.
Three weeks later, Matthew found himself looking at a little pink plus sign on the tip of a stick. All of them celebrated that night. It didn't matter who the donor was, all of them were parents now.
"What if there's triplets in there?" Alfred teased, placing his hands on Matthew's stomach. "One for each of us."
"I'll castrate every single one of you." Matthew replied.
"It would be nice though, my love," Arthur said, licking his lips slowly, "Imagine how big you'll get."
"Ah, Arthur, he'll be big enough for your little fat fetish as it is. Especially if you let me cook more often."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?"
"It means your food sucks, dude."
"Please, if it was up to you our child would eat nothing but fast food and die of a heart attack at thirty two."
"Oh, my darling, and that would be so much worse than whatever is in those lumps of charcoal you make?"
"My cooking's not that bad!"
Matthew rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, secretly more than content to listen to his Alphas squabble.
"I have no choice, do I? Whoever your daddy is you're going to be loud."
Intellectually, he knew that it was nothing more than a little clump of cells at the moment with neither ears nor a brain, but he liked to think it was as happy as he was.
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