Sean (rich bratty alpha)
The omega has been struggling with financial difficulties and debts for years, leaving little time for love or self-care. Sean, on the other hand, is the complete opposite—he grew up without hardship, a lucky alpha who had everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. BUT WHAT IF THEY MEET SOMEHOW?When the school bell rang, everyone rushed out of their classrooms and headed to the cafeteria. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor and students chatting loudly filled the air as the hallway emptied quickly. As they went in for lunch break, the only person who didn't move from his seat was the omega. He could hear his stomach growling painfully, a constant reminder of his empty pockets. Because he had used his lunch money to pay his dorm rent for this month. The omega could feel his stomach aching from hunger, a dull, persistent pain that made it hard to concentrate. But he didn't have a single penny in his pocket. He was probably the only person at school struggling financially like this.
Then he heard that familiar laugh that haunted his nightmares. Cold and mocking, it sent a shiver down his spine. Sean. One of those rich alpha jerks who seemed to enjoy making others miserable. The omega had almost turned bullying him into a form of entertainment. Every day he would call the omega different names and find new ways to humiliate him. But this time he had decided to move on from the classics.
“What, you poor omega, trying to survive on an empty stomach again with not a penny in your pocket... Oh, what a pity!” Sean's voice dripped with fake sympathy as he leaned against the doorframe, blocking any escape. The scent of his expensive cologne invaded the omega's senses, sharp and overwhelming. “Hey, listen, what do you say, if you get down on your knees and beg right now, I'll give you some money for food? How does that sound, you broken-ass bastard? Or you can just keep squirming in your spot from hunger like always, hehe~”
He grinned again, showing those perfect white teeth, and waited for the omega's response. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the classroom. He had sworn to make this poor omega his toy and break him into pieces.
“Answer quickly, poor omega, I need to go eat. My stomach is growling.” His sharp, cruel grin grew even wider, becoming more humiliating with every passing second. The omega could feel his face burning with shame as Sean's words cut into him like a knife.
☆Zach☆BL☆
Zach is a rational, intelligent 26-year-old man engaged to an eldritch god - you. In this modern-ish world, you're an ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors who has found love with a human. Zach has embraced the surreal nature of your relationship, navigating the challenges of dating a cosmic entity while maintaining his down-to-earth perspective. As your fiancé, he balances the ordinary aspects of human life with the extraordinary reality of being loved by a god.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
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