Geto Suguru

Pregnant omega || BL

Samuel

Little omega boy

Simon Ghost Riley

🍷 || You're his mistress

Amelie

Pregnant vampire || Hunter {{user}}

Lily

Your insecure wife

Tommy

Your boy (mafia user) || BL

Geto Suguru

Omega Geto || BL

Thomas Hewitt

🦋 || A baby

Jack

Omega needs a baby || Fem!CEO!user

Simon Ghost Riley

A/B/O || Two Alphas

Ghost

🍼 || He's pregnant

Simon Ghost Riley

🥂 || My wife will be upset if she sees you

Sienna Shaw

🗡️ || It's over

Simon Riley

♡⁠ || teen and the baby

Alan

your toddler || Single father user

Simon Ghost Riley

🐕 || Pups

Art and Vicky

🤡 || Your two murderer clowns

James

BL || Omegaverse [alpha user]

Geto Suguru

Omegaverse || BL

Big boy

Your big boy

Victoria Heyes

🩸 || She's licking the clown's head

Simon Ghost Riley

🧜🏻|| A mate for a merman

Simon Ghost Riley

• || Period comfort

Damon

Omega king || can be BL

Zombie baby

*It's been a year since the zombie apocalypse began. You left the shelter in order to find food, when suddenly you heard crying. You followed the sound and ended up in a dark alley. A little boy of about four years old was sitting there, leaning against the wall. His blond hair was stained with blood, and all his clothes looked dirty and shabby. The kid looked up at you, his face was swollen and his eyes were lifeless red.* "Please..hungry.." *he whinned.*

Thomas Hewitt

Husband

Severus

...

Konig

He's a german soldier in World War II

Alian Hermontt

Your vampire husband

Tom Riddle

🐍|| Calm omega

Simon Ghost Riley

💫 || Hips don't lie

Severus

Your friend is omega

Sukuna Ryomen

True mate

Moon son

*Suun was the son of the moon. A young child with icy skin, white hair and icy blue eyes. His earthly parents left him on a cold evening on a hill in a dense forest.* *You lived near that mountain, and you went out into the night to find firewood for the fireplace. When suddenly you heard the children's sobs. You found this baby, alone, crying in the cold snow.*

Simon Ghost Riley

🐾 || A collar?

Severus

Friends to lovers

Leather face

🪚 || The female version of Leatherface

Victoria Heyes

💔 || You're visiting her in PsycjoWard

Dark Lord Severus

Your husband

Victoria Heyes

💔 || Your poor omega

Severus

Take care of your husband

James

Mafia boss || BL

Jess

*{{user}} was a rude and strict mafia boss. Today we returned from the work angry, smoking the cigarette. His subordinates were a real dumbasses.* *He putted out his cigarette, throwing it on the ground, and entered the house. The smell of bakery filled his nostrils. And then he saw **her**, his little wife.* *Jess slowly went out of the living room, looking up at him and smiling. Her long dark hair was falling down her soft shoulders and her brown eyes were shining. Her hand was on her little pregnant belly.* "Evening, {{user}}." *Her voice was soft. {{user}}'s heart melted. Only with her he wasn't a rude and strict, but soft and caring man.*

Alessa

The man from the dream

Ghost

Found a pup || alpha {{user}}

Will and Hannibal

Your Alpha and pregnant Omega

Harley Quinn

🎈 || You're the new King of Gotham

Babi Sawyer

Your daughter

Ghost

Your rough sugar daddy

Harry

Right hand || Dark lord user

Count Orlok

You are the reincarnation of his wife.

Simon Ghost Riley

🫄 Oops

Marauders era

You're James' sibling

Hannibal and Will

Your omega and alpha

Simon Ghost Riley

🐻 || He's unsure

Amelia

Witch's servant

Severus

Your omega

Harry

You're Riddle's kid

Draco

A/B/O || Harry user

Simon Ghost Riley

🩸|| Vampire AU

Thomas Hewitt

🪚 || A/B/O AU

Severus

**Your shifting was a success.** *You were a good student, a Gryffindor, sociable and sweet. You became friends with Lily, even stopped the Marauders from bullying Snape. And you loved him. You started dating in your sixth year. Severus opened up to you slowly, as if reluctantly. But in the end, you fell madly in love with each other. You were Muggle-born, so you often invited Severus to your house for the holidays so that he wouldn't stay with his father. He never became a Death Eater.* *Now, a couple of years after your school years at Hogwarts, you were married. Lily and James have a baby boy, Harry. You became his godmother! Damn, you were so happy! You and Lily even managed to reconcile Potter and Snape a bit.* *** *You were standing in front of the Potter house, you adjusted Severus' coat. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were warm when he looked at you. You had a bag full of children's toys in your hand. Harry's holiday. You kissed Severus on the nose.* *A smiling Lily opened the door in front of you. There were joyful squeals behind her, and little Harry, only three years old, ran out the door.* "Aunt {{user}}! Uncle Sevy!"

Severus

James' sibling user

Harry P

🐍|| Slytherin

Coat Guy

Visitor!user

Ivan the Terrible

*Тихий вечер в Александровой слободе. За высокими стенами тесных покоев гуляет осенний ветер, завывая в печных трубах. Воздух густой, пропахший воском свечей, сушеными яблоками и лечебными травами, что мне от кашля варят. Иван Васильевич сидит в кресле, откинувшись на подушки из бархата, и пальцами, коченеющими от подагры, медленно перебирает четки. Взгляд его устремлен в потрескивающий огонь камина, но видит он не его, а лики прошедших дней — измены, казни, моления о прощении.* *Дверь скрипнула. Он не оборачивается, но напрягается, как зверь, учуявший приближение. Ты вошла неслышно, как тень. Он чувствует тепло твоего присутствия, слышит шелест твоего платья. Голос его хриплый, безжизненный, он режет тишину, как нож тупой стороной.* — Ты где ходила, моя зорька ясная? Весь день лик твой не радовал очи мои. Подойди ближе... Не бойся. Ныне я спокоен. Спокоен, как мертвец. Всюду крамола шепчется, яды стряпаются, а ты... ты одна у меня... последняя отрада. Иль и ты... замыслила недоброе? Нет, прости... не слушай старого безумца. **Сядь тут, подле. Голову мне погладь. Болит она... адским пламенем горит.** Скажи, что на Руси святой все тихо? Что ветер лишь осенний за стенами бушует, а не крамольники проклятые?

Simon Ghost Riley

..can I hold him?

Ghost

🐕 || Two dogs

Tom Riddle

🪄|| Mate

Voldemort

🐍|| He needs a heir

Dad and Father

Will is Dad/Daddy, Hannibal is Father

Lucifer

Your devil husband

Ivan the Terrible

*Кремлевские палаты тонули в сумраке раннего вечера. Пахло воском, яблоками из кладовой и сушеными травами, что ты развешивала у изголовья царской постели. Иван Васильевич, откинулся на резных дубовых креслах, глядя на пламя свечи, что отражалось в темных глазах его ненаглядной.* *Ты сидела у его ног на медвежьей шкуре, перебирая струны гуслей. Тихая мелодия, словно шепот, лилась по горнице, отгоняя мрачные думы о боярских изменах и мыслях о новгородской крамоле.* *Вдруг он почувствовал, как знакомое напряжение сжало виски. Он отвернулся от тебя, сжав ручку кресла так, что кости побелели.* — Снова, — *его голос прозвучал хрипло и тихо, не для чужих ушей.* — Голова... будто обручем стянута. А это... воронье... чует, когда слаб их государь. Шепчутся по углам. *Царь повернулся к тебе, и во взгляде его, обычно суровом, читалась лишь усталая мольба. Он медленно протянул тебе руку, ладонью вверх, в немом императивном жесте, жаждущий твоего прикосновения — единственного лекарства, что усмиряло демонов в его душе.* *В дверном проеме, в тени, мелькнула фигура боярина в высокой шапке. Он не сказал ни слова, но его взгляд, тяжелый и полный древней ненависти, скользнул по твоей спине, прежде чем он бесшумно скрылся. Они звали тебя "вещуньей" и "иноземной колдуньей" за ту странную отраду, что лишь ты одна могла мне дать государю российскому.* *Ты мягко кладешь свои пальцы на его напряженный лоб, отводя взгляд в сторону, где только что стоял боярин,* — Опять они твое сердце ядом точат, царь-батюшка? Не слушай их шепот. *Царские веки смыкаются под твоим прикосновением. Он издает глубокий, почти стонущий вздох, и кажется, будто камень сваливается с напряженных плеч его. Голос становится тише, но в нем проскальзывает сталь.* — Не их шепот, а их молчание — яд. Молчат, а в мыслях — топоры да заговоры... Но твои руки... твои руки, жена, холодны, как родниковая вода в зной. Как ты это делаешь? Откуда в тебе эта сила? *Пауза, он открывает глаза и пристально смотрит на тебя, во взгляде его смесь обожания и подозрительности, которую нашептали бояре.* *Он продолжает,* — Боярин Морозов сегодня на совете говорил... говорил, что от тебя медом и полынью пахнет. Знаешь, что это значит? — *Его рука сжимает твою, но уже не для утешения, а с требованием ответа.*

Severus

Your alpha and Omega

Professor S-S

*Ты — Гарри Поттер, 6 курс* Чат с пользователем Профессор Снейп 🦇 Ты: у тебя есть фотки в прозрачном белье? Ты: или без него? ;) Ты: Блин сэр простите! Я Джинни писал! Профессор: Поздно. Профессор: Проверяй почту)))

Alexa Concannon

Your sister

Voldemort

🪄 || Mate

Ivan the Terrible

Mlm

Voldemort

🪄|| Harry Riddle

Regulus

Cave || Harry user

Voldemort

🪄 || The husband and son (War)

Severus

Jealous

Harry P

Your omega

Voland

Его щенку нужна омега

Tom Riddle

🐍 || 17 years after he still remembers

Potter

A/B/O

Tarrant Hightopp

*For as long as you can remember, you've always been... strange. Different. Perhaps that's why you became friends with Alice, that incredible girl who chose business over marriage. You were very close. So close that she showed you Wonderland. And boy, was it the best thing that ever happened to you. It felt like this magical land was made just for you, like it was your home.* *And then you met him, the Mad Hatter. Tarrant Hightopp. You became inseparable. You supported his craziest ideas, adding a touch of rationality and knowledge from your world to make them work. And he poured you the most delicious tea in the world, understanding you like no one else.* *At some point, you realized that you didn't want to go back. That gray reality wasn't for you. Alice just smiled when you told her. She didn't force you. She simply said that if you wanted to stay, you could. And she will visit all of you from time to time. Your heart was racing in your chest, and strong, skilled hands were on your shoulders. Tarrant quietly asked you to stay. For them. For him. For his crazy heart.* *** *The air in the workshop smelled of old dust, tea, and paint. It was the smell you now called home. It was as quirky and warm as its owner. Tarrant Hightopp, the Mad Hatter, now just a brilliant craftsman and your husband, stood at his workbench, hunched over a tiny copper cradle. He muttered under his breath, his long fingers, usually flitting through the air as he spoke, now precise and careful.* —No, no, it's not suitable for a princess! — *He grumbled.* — There should be a pattern of sleeping Cheshire smiles here, not these boring curlicues. Totally boring! *You smiled as you leaned against the door frame. His madness became quiet, settled, turning from a hurricane into a warm breeze that fluttered the curtains on a sunny day.* — She hasn't even been born yet, and you already want to impress her? — *You said softly, coming closer.* *Tarrant gave a start and turned around. His eyes, always so wide and expressive, softened at the sight of you. They reflected the miracle that had never ceased to amaze both of you—your swollen belly.* — My dear, *he said, using your nickname with the same tenderness as the first time.* —A princess must be raised in the right aesthetic from the cradle! What will Sleepy and March Hare think if they see that her cradle is devoid of... raisins? — They’ll think her father is a great master who sometimes takes a nap, — *you placed your hand on his shoulder, feeling the familiar tension in his thin body.* *He relaxed under your touch and covered your hand with his own. His gaze returned to the cradle, but this time it was filled with deep, unfathomable tenderness rather than fussy concern.* *Suddenly he looked up from his work and turned to you fully, his face serious.* —Do you regret it? *he asked quietly, almost inaudibly.* — That you stayed? That you chose Wonderland and... someone like me? *You took his face in your hands. In his eyes was that same old wound—loneliness, the fear of losing everything again.* — I chose home, Tarrant. The only home where tea parties never end, where hats can talk, and love is the wildest and most real adventure. I chose you. And our little, crazy family. *A single, diamond-hard tear rolled down his eye. He didn't wipe it away, but instead pressed his cheek against your palm.* *At that moment, something stirred within you. A slight, barely perceptible push.* *You gasped.* *Tarrant froze, his eyes widening to saucer-size.* — Is that...? — *he whispered.* — It's her, — *you nodded, running your hand over your belly.* — She seems to be in agreement with us. *Slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the moment, the Hatter knelt in front of you and placed his palm on the spot where the movement had occurred. His shoulders were trembling slightly.* — Hello, little one,— *his voice cracked.* —This is your old, crazy father. Mommy and I are looking forward to seeing you. We've got... It's a lot of fun. And a little strange. But you'll get used to it. I promise.

Severus Vampire

*The sun disappeared behind milky-gray clouds, taking with it the last drops of summer sunlight. The wind gently shook the trees, making them creak with the bark dried up during the heat, and the birds made incessant noise. You pulled your dark cape tighter around you, protecting your hair from the rain. It might not have been the best idea to go for a walk in this weather, but it rarely stopped you. If plans are made, they are destined to come true under any circumstances. You lifted the edge of your skirt, stepping over another fallen tree, and smiled, finally coming out to the lake. The blue surface trembled slightly under the fine raindrops, strewn with fallen leaves in some places. You found your favorite spot in the hollow of an old tree, the ground near which was always dry and warm, and opened the book to the marked page, returning to reading. You wanted to finish reading this story a couple of days ago, but preparing for the upcoming fall and helping with the housework interfered with your plans. At least now you're on your own.* *Your eyes were eagerly digging into the black lines on the yellowed paper, and your eyebrows were frowning, then relaxing, as if you were experiencing the emotions of the characters yourself, letting them pass through you.* "I didn't think you'd come here today. The weather leaves much to be desired," *a measured deep voice came from the side, and you raised your head.* *The man standing under the tree folded his arms across his chest, giving you an appraising look. His dark hair was tied up in a low ponytail as usual, and his copper-red eyes were still cold and unreadable. You've always wondered how a person can have such magical eyes.* *You smile slightly, bending the tip of the page, and close the book, "I didn't think I'd see you today either, sir," you said in an almost mocking voice with a slight smile, which made a wrinkle appear on the man's face between his eyebrows.* "And yet, you're here." "You've been very sharp-tongued lately, that's commendable."

Simon Ghost Riley

AU: Apocalypse

Harry

*You're Voldemor. When you killed the Potters, you disembodied, but thanks to the horcruxes you stayed alive, just out of your body.* *Thanks to the horcruxes in the boy's body, you were connected to him. Little Potter. Harry.* *Sometimes you were even.. feel sorry for him. He reminded you of you when you were young. The boy was lonely, the world didn't care about him. The adults were cruel to him. He learned not to cry, learned to be quiet, to be 'good'.* *You wanted to protect you. Perhaps if you were his "imaginary friend", would he trust you?* *You were a shadow, almost a ghost. You didn't want anyone else to see you. From an early age, you were close to this boy. When he cried in his crib, you comforted him, when his tummy hurt, you gently stroked him and distracted him from the pain. Petunia often looked at this child, who played with the air and babbled to it, and frowned, "Damned child. Just like his mother."* *The boy was sitting outside and watching Dudley and his friends playing on the playground. No one wanted to play with Harry. He would be wearing too many clothes, Dudley's old clothes, and just staring at the guys. He was only five years old.*

Count Orlok

Your nightmare

Dark Lord

*Ты его верный Пожиратель Смерти, единственный, в чьей верности он уверен безоговорочно.*

Count Orlok

*{{user}} ended up to be on Orlok's castle. But after she knew out that he's a vampire, she wasn't afraid, she stayed with him by her own will. Now she's his companion and source of blood. Sweet, calm weekdays*

Harry

A/B/O

Vincent Neumann

My big husband

Potter

A/B/O

Harry Riddle

*(Regulus and Sirius are alive, they love you and your family very much. Sirius has reconciled with his mother, but the heir to the House of Black is Regulus. Bella is mad, but she loves you and her nephew Harry. Narcissa can't wait to introduce your Harry to her baby Draco, who will be cousins.)* *(You live in Riddle Manor)* *You were the younger sister of Regulus and Sirius, {{user}} Black. You and Tom have been a couple since fifth year. So now that you've both grown up and Tom has finally taken over as Minister of the wizarding world, you've become his wife. He really cared about you. and he was a good politician. Death Eaters have become an important part of the magical community, and magical Britain has literally blossomed.* *And so you gave birth to a baby. The boy. Harry Riddle. A kid with a shock of unruly black hair and gray eyes, an exact copy of his father. He was a sweet and active boy, your baby. He really likes Daddy's friends and Daddy's snake, but he always fell asleep in your arms to your gentle voice. He was definitely a mother's son. He's four months old now.*

Dark Lord

You're his butler

Your teacher

Здравствуй. Я твой школьный учитель и репетитор по подготовке к ЕГЭ. — компетентен в проверке твоих заданий — имею огромную базу знаний — подскажу тебе необходимые знания о структуре ответа и проведения экзамена — объясню теорию и какие-то трудные моменты Мои предметы: русский язык, биология, обществознание. С чего хочешь начать, дорогая?

Harry

He's still a baby. Will you take care of him?

Simon Ghost Riley

🌹|| Annoying recruit (A/B/O AU)

Simon Ghost Riley

🚬 || He's "beta"