#I STILL HAVEN'T HAD A LOOK AT THE ALPHA CONTENT YET

[novemberheart]

{overview} You get attacked. Does your pack step up for you?

{warnings} violence, blood, mentions of sexual content (no sexual abuse), fem reader, cursing, poly141, pain, crying, angst, a/b/o dynamics

Chapter 10 <- Chapter 11 -> Chapter 12

It was Simon’s last day of physical therapy. If he passed this he would be cleared to get back out in the field. On his way, he dropped you off at another Omega Committee event. This one you were actually excited about. It was a hike through the forest at the far end of the base. Priya wasn't there and you wished you had the presence of mind to have asked her for her number. But luckily you ran into Anais.

“You smell like peaches and cream. Anyone ever told you that?” she asked. The sound of Johnny yelling “peaches” instantly ran through your mind.

“A few, yeah.” you smiled.

“Well that's what I'm going to call you, PC for short.” she giggled. You had been called worse. Anais was a chatter. You didn't really mind though.

“Can I ask you something- something personal,” she whispered, leaning even closer to you. Curiosity killed the cat.

“How does it work with all five of you? Do they take turns-” she whispered.

“Oh my god, Anais.” you couldn't help but chuckle, despite the flaming of your cheeks. To be honest you were wondering the same thing.

“That was too much! I'm so sorry. I was just curious and I thought we were friends”-

“Anais it's alright. If I knew I probably wouldn't mind sharing a bit of info.” You assured. She relaxed.

“So you haven't?”

“No,” you responded truthfully.

“Have you ever?” she trailed off. You hadn't. You never really had the chance. You weren't sure if your pack members would approve of you spilling this information everywhere. “I'll take that as a no.” she snickered. You gave her a playful side-eye.

“Don’t worry about it. Took me forever to lose mine too.” she signed.

“It has not been forever!” you gasped, swatting at her. She laughed loudly causing a few heads to turn. Neither of you really cared.

“Just don't get your hopes up. First times are always terrible,” she advised, bumping you with her arm.

“Thanks for the pep talk.” you huffed.

“Do you have a favorite pack member yet?” she asked suddenly. You quickly shook your head. You enjoyed them all- truthfully. “I think if I was in a pack I would have my favorites. Hopefully one would be my alpha, but you never know,” she smirked.

“Can I ask you something?” you began.

“Shoot.”

“Did it hurt when you were marked?” you questioned.

“The first time, yes. I was in a long-term relationship with an alpha who wasn't entirely nice.”

“I'm sorry Anais.”

She quickly waved you off. “Don't worry about it. It was a long time ago. The second time, not as much. He did it during my heat and it only hurt for a day when I came out of it.” she explained.

“You’re strong Anais.” you said. She flashed you a smile.

“We’re omegas, PC. We have to be.”

The hike back was partly uphill, which was nobody's favorite.

“It was so beautiful when we left. When did it get so bloody hot out?” you panted.

“Look. The heat turns you English.” Anais chuckled through her own pants. You may have picked up a few phrases from the boys.

“Alright, everyone, take five!” One of the group leaders shouted. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. You had made it to the edge of the base, still a little under half a mile to get back.

“I’m going to go refill my water. You need some?” you asked. Anais flopped down on the grass, her arms blocking her face from the sun.

“No thank you.” she groaned, rolling onto her stomach. You made your way up to the front, intending to tell one of the leaders you were going to go get some water. You huffed as the same five omegas were consuming all their attention. “Whatever.” you sighed. You knew where it was, you had filled your water bottle up with Kyle a few days ago when he took you bird watching. Besides, Anais knew where you were.

You made your way quickly towards the buildings, going between them to the other side where the water fountain was.

“My thumbs gonna fall off,” you grumbled. You had to press and hold the button down hard. Kyle made it look easy. Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. Your head darted around not seeing anything. You figured you didn't need water that bad and began walking back.

You were abruptly thrown to the ground. Your shorts offered absolutely no protection against the rough gravel. The whole left side of your body slid against the ground, the force of the shove sending you a few feet. There was a low growl behind you and you acted purely on instinct. You felt a hand on your ankle pulling you back. You flipped yourself around, swinging your arm luckily catching a man's face with your claws. He howled, throwing himself away from you. You quickly shuffled backward trying to find your footing.

“Shit, that's 141.” the other man with him cursed. He grabbed the bleeding man pulling him away. Even though they were leaving, you knew you weren't safe. You were finally able to get your footing and began running around the corner, almost knocking Anais down in the process.

“What the fuck!” she shrieked. You were beginning to bleed at this point. It started dripping down your left leg, and right knee. It was starting to show through your shirt on your left side, your elbow, both your hands, and your chin. “It's okay, lovie.” she soothed. You were trying your hardest to keep it together, not wanting to create a scene, however, the pain and fear were making it very difficult.

“I can't go back to the group like this,” you whined. People will think you’re crazy.

“Don't worry. This wasn't your fault. Everyone will understand.” she soothed, gently pulling you along. You held your ground shaking your head. “PC you're bleeding a lot. You need help.” she insisted.

“I want my pack.” you whimpered. You pressed the backside of your hand against your mouth, your throat constricting.

“If you come with me you can get to them.” she urged. It was the push you needed. Luckily you didn't get very far before a group leader noticed and raced towards you.

“What happened?” he questioned. You ignored him, not really in the mood to talk to strange men, and pulled your backpack forward grabbing your phone out of the front pocket. You were lucky it hadn't shattered in the ordeal.

“Someone attacked her.” Anais growled, annoyed that he couldn't use the context clues.

“Hello?” Johnny had picked up after one ring. Hearing his voice made it impossible to hold back any tears. You sobbed into the phone. You heard him repeat your name on the other end, it growing louder and louder every time it left his lips.

“I need you, please. I'm not really sure where I’m at.”

“It's alright, Bon. I have your location pulled up on my phone, I'm near there. Just don't hang up,” he assured. Your chip. You breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the side of the building.

“I think you should head back to the group.” The group leader directed towards Anais.

“No way,” she growled. “I’m not leaving her”

“Thank you.” you mouthed.

“Of course,” she whispered back. She leaned against the building with you. The rest of the group was still there, the other group leaders trying to prevent them from getting any closer. You didn't need to worry about that, as Johnny quickly rounded the corner, gravel flying under his feet. His mouth fell open at the state of you. His arms extended out and you quickly threw yourself at him, neither of you caring about any blood, sweat, or tears.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered, causing you to lose it again.

“I want to go home.” you whimpered, against his shoulder. Your legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, his arms squeezing you so hard you might have even more bruises.

“Alright.” he soothed. He nodded his head to the group leader and Anais.

“I'll come and visit you in a few days,” Anais called after you.

“Thank you.” you sputtered back. He didn't say a word but pressed his lips against the side of your head every few feet. He stopped setting you down causing you to sob louder. He peeled off his jacket quickly. Carefully dabbing your legs, where the most blood was coming out. He didn't want you to leave a trail of blood everywhere.

He went a back way, not wanting everyone to see his bloodied-up omega. Johnny carried you like you were a feather, weaving through buildings like it was just another day. Well to him it probably was.

Luckily too many people weren't hanging out around your home, the few that did were ignored or met with a snarl. You whimpered at the sound, all your senses on overdrive. You could tell how upset Johnny was, even though you couldn't smell him. He was shaking, growls escaping him nearly every moment. “Almost there.” he soothed. He made it out of the elevator, slamming his key card against the sensor and throwing open the door.

He set you down on the kitchen counter, making no move to pull away from you. He needed to calm you down first.

“S’alright,” he repeated against your head. “I need you to relax for me, lass. Gonna get you all taken care of, aye?” he shut his eyes tightly, resting his body against yours. Your hands dug into his shirt, and you growled at the inability to smell him. “I know what’ll help.” he soothed. He pulled away causing you to whine, and he darted into John's room grabbing a shirt out of his dresser. He brought it back, holding it up towards your face. You were about to bury your face in it but stopped.

“I don't want to get it bloody.” you sobbed.

“He won't mind, bon. Plus we know how to get blood stains out.”

You didn't need to be told twice, you buried your face into the fabric, nuzzling up to Johnny again. After a few moments, your breathing returned to normal and the tears fell quietly. You were quivering now, the pain making up for the loss of adrenaline. “Gonna tell the rest, okay?” he asked, causing you to nod.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

-come home asap. Omega emergency

He tossed the phone on the counter, pulling away from you, sitting down in one of the stools so he was almost face-to-face with you.

“Need you to tell me what happened,” he demanded softly. He kept his jacket pressed against your legs and used a sleeve to stop the bleeding of your elbow.

“I went to get water,” you whispered. Your eyes burned, now dry. “I heard someone walking so I started to leave then all of a sudden someone pushed me to the ground.” his face twitched, his jaw clenching so hard you worried for his teeth. “He grabbed my ankle and started pulling me back, but I turned around and scratched him across his face. One of them said something about 141 and then they ran away,” you explained.

“That’s good. Did exactly what you should've. This happen by the water fountain?” he asked.

“Mhhh,” you confirmed, wondering what he was getting at. The door swung open.

“Holy shit,” Kyle hissed, eyeing you up and down. He was a bit out of breath and you wondered if he ran all the way here like Johnny had. “Let me see.” he insisted, nearly pushing Johnny out of the way. He peeled away the sweatshirt and pulled John's shirt out of your hands.

“Some bastards shoved her.” Johnny snarled.

“By where you took me to see the birds,” you spoke up.

“They've got cameras.” Kyle said exactly what Johnny was thinking. “Should get it pulled up for when the alphas come.” As if on cue the door slammed open again.

“Where is sh”- John cut himself off. “Let me see.” he demanded, pushing Kyle out of the way. If you weren't in pain you would've laughed.

“Someone pushed me, Johnny’s trying to find it on the cameras.” you caught him up to speed. Simon moved towards Johnny glaring over his shoulder at the device. “It was my fault,” you whispered to John. Everyone's head snapped to you. John had your face in his hands, looking over your chin. “I went away from the group to get some water. I should've stayed with the”-

“You don't get to take credit for this.” John sneered. “I don't care where the hell you are, who you are around, this should never happen to you. Understand?” he ordered.

“Yes, Alpha,” you responded quickly.

“Don't make it a habit though,” Kyle spoke, hovering back over by you and John.

“Got it,” Johnny said. John left you but Kyle stayed.

“I'm gonna take a few pictures of you, love. Gotta keep the evidence,” he explained.

“Okay,” you replied softly. Your eyes trained on the three men watching the video. Johnny's face curled again, gripping his phone so tight his knuckles were white. Simon and John appeared to be fairly level-headed, trying to pick up on every detail.

“Record it before someone deletes it,” John instructed. John came back to you, pressing his lips against your forehead. “I’m going to go take care of a few things. Me and Simon’ll be back soon,” he spoke through gritted teeth, taking an inhale of your scent to prevent himself from shaking. He pulled away, Simon following behind him like a dog. “Send me the pictures after.”

“You did good, pup.” Simon praised, heading out the door with John.

Hi friends! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter 12 will be up in two days! See you then! 🧡

[angel-of-the-moons]

Desert Heat

Alpha!Cooper Howard x Fem!Omega!Reader

TW/CW: Smut, NSFW, Omegaverse AU, Chem usage, Chems, Heat cycles, Rough Sex, Sex-pollen, Dub-con, Dirty talk, Dacryphilia, Needy!Reader, Oral sex (m + f), Cumming untouched, Biting, Marking, Breeding kink, Knotting, Unprotected Sex, Creampie (Pack your RadAway, kids!)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame @hydraliskisk for this one lmaoooo (And no, I still haven't seen the show... I can't find the time to sit down and relax enough to do it at home) Honestly? No idea what else to say, except I've never written Omegaverse stuff before this, so it was all new to me! This felt like a fever dream 😭 Enjoy this dumpster fire!

Taglist: @anna-n-hetfield

Cooper found himself grinding his teeth yet again, for the millionth time that day as he rooted about the ruins of the little rural neighborhood. He was on edge; his puckered and scarred skin itching beneath the surface, like the bad come-down from a fucked up chem.

He had another argument with you, his "lovely" little traveling companion; the third in the past two days. You had been getting increasingly temperamental. He had to guess you were going through withdrawal; your favorite particular tin case of "Fixer" was empty, so he assumed your newfound testiness was a result of that situation.

But Jesus fucking Christ, you were a bitchy little Beta, weren't you? Certainly had bite when you got pissed off. It'd be cute, if you weren't such a thorn in his side, at the moment.

He kicked over an empty wooden box, frowning at the long-since spoiled jars of preserved fruits and vegetables, his jaw working itself hard with a rough click.

He hoped your search was more fruitful than his own; your supplies were on the iffy side in terms of food and he knew that as a ghoul, he didn't need to eat as often as you did anymore. But you were still smooth and (as far as he knew) un-mutated, so all of your biological needs still needed to be tended to.

It was an irritating hassle, but he couldn't deny how scrappy and useful you were in terms of scavenging and watching his back so he could get sleep when he wanted it--thankful you were also a crack shot thanks to being born out here in the wastes.

Once again, his gloved hand scratched at his neck as he moved on to another house, ready to search for food, water, and Chems, if need be, too. Some Rad-X and RadAway were worth more than water to him, at this point...

You hated this.

Hate, hate, absolutely, unequivocally despised the situation you'd accidentally backed yourself into. You were hoping to keep your secret for as long as possible; but during your travels monitoring your Fixer stash had been almost an afterthought. You took one to one-and-a-half daily, carefully stretching your stash for as long as possible.

You knew your one-month pause in your doses was coming, and you were hoping to get away from Cooper long enough to take care of your problems on your own; but that wasn't feasible given how far out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere you found yourselves in.

You had resisted the urge to hunker down as long as possible... But your instincts were firing on full-blast.

Your heat suppressants had worn off. And Cooper, unfortunately... Well. He was the only Alpha nearby, and you knew he'd figure it out at some point. You just didn't want him to find out so soon; all because of your shitty planning.

Your feet dragged through the rotting aisles of the small general store, barely paying attention and swiping whatever looked good enough to take into your satchel, some dented cans of unopened cram, a few preserved boxes of stale snack cakes...

You were so out of it, you hadn't even noticed how your hands had begun unwrapping the sweet morsels and eating through the meager rations you'd scrounged up. After swallowing the last cake you had unwrapped, you stuffed them into your bag and willed yourself to stop focusing on them and drank greedily from your canteen.

Fuck. You were already stuffing yourself. You knew what would inevitably come next...

You swallowed hard and returned to your task of scavenging; managing to find a box of .38 rounds, some cans of emergency ration water, and even a small stash of caps that you pocketed to divide later, when you were more in your right mind.

Your eyes, however, lit up when you spotted a cluster of prickly pear growing beneath a blown-out window, the fruit running in mixes ranging from green to mauve to a deep, almost bloody-purple shade. Perfect.

You slipped on your rawhide gloves to protect yourself from the thorns and glochids sticking out so menacingly from the skin of the fruit. As you twisted and plucked each treat from the source, you set each one down in a cracked ceramic bowl lying nearby. You'd need to run them over a flame to burn off the microscopic needles before you could skin and eat them; but right now you were only partially thinking about that.

A shimmer caught your eye, a flower growing at the base of the cactus. The petals were vibrant pink. It almost looked like a Venus flytrap, in the way the spindly, velvety tendrils opened and closed, the stalk expanding in a way that made you think the plant was almost breathing.

You tilted your head, your pre-heat daze almost forgotten as your attention was grabbed by this mutated, alien-looking plant. Despite everything else, even in regards to the thriving cactus it sprouted at the feet from... it was a bright and vibrant green as well, happily nourished in the dry earth within the ruined building. The bright splash of color mixed with the undulating petals were transfixing to your addled state.

Forgetting caution above all else, your fingers began to clasp around the stalk of one of the flowers to pluck it, to examine it closer. But as you did that, the flower had lurched in a way that looked like it was about to vomit.

You fell back onto your butt as it spat out a shimmery cloud of pollen into your face. It burned and tickled your nose as you inhaled, waving your hand in front of your face frantically to clear the air, sputtering and coughing around the choking dust as you wiped your eyes and face, looking at the thin chalky substance that was transferred onto your glove.

And, within the span of a few moments... it was like everything else just... didn't matter. Your goals of scavenging were tossed out of your mental window, your body's reaction like a wildfire in dry brush.

Your brain was buzzing, your instincts overriding your common sense as you stand up and walk away from the bowl of fruit. You raipped off your bag your bag and only half paid attention to the sound of the tin cans clattering and ammo tinkling as it spilled out, the weight of the leather strap had rapidly been becoming more and more uncomfortable, your clothes beginning to feel like sandpaper on your skin.

A bead of sweat trickled down between your shoulder blades, and you shuddered. Your eyes looked around almost frantically. You needed somewhere safe, your instincts screamed mercilessly.

And, by the grace of whatever kind of omniscient being that was up in the sky, you found a basement.

It looked like whoever owned the store had refitted it into some kind of shelter. Or, hell, maybe it was used by some scavver before you had traipsed along. Whatever it had been used for, you didn't care, it was yours now.

It had a bed, a couch, some more supplies half-assedly stacked on a rickety table... your eyes adjusted to the dark, the only source of light you had was the light bleeding from the open basement door, and the faintly glowing mushrooms that sprouted from the basement walls in thick clumps.

The logical part of your brain identified the fungi; you could use them to make RadAway with the supplies you had on hand. Another part of your logic had told you something crucial--that plant; whatevert it was, had spat out a cloud of pollen that had all but skipped your pre-heat, only just barely leaving your basic instincts to nest, and the overwhelming craving to be pinned down to the nearest surface and fucked until you were round with somebody's pups.

The rest of your mind was spiraling so quickly you felt like you were drunk; cramps rippling through your lower half impeded your progress as you ripped the threadbare blankets and cushions off of the couch, piling them on top of the mattress you'd tossed to the floor from the rusted metal frame it had been laid on, pushing them up into a corner that felt the most secure and least exposed, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.

Your clothes had become drenched with your sweat, the crotch of your pants and underwear all but ruined by your excess slick. You growled and grunted as you tugged them off, kicking the offending garments away and sighing in relief at the cool, damp air hitting your hot skin.

Another shudder rippled through you as you felt another wave of cramps hit your abdomen; your pussy fluttering with needy want, making you whine loudly as you pant, crawling back up the stairs to slap the door closed.

You needed to ride this out. Somehow.

The next few days were going to be hell.

Cooper clicked his tongue, spitting out the dry reed he'd begun chewing on as his boots kicked up dust, the rusty spurs tinkling with every step as he made his way to the last place you could possibly be--the ruined general store.

He had to admit, this little place would make a good settlement. He couldn't help but wonder why it hadn't been settled. The river that had--by a chance of dumb luck--kept flowing had allowed the land to grow a steady clump of greens and browns. Cacti and Joshua trees littered the area, more than a few large agave plants had overgrown the smaller walkways; their prickly limbs reaching out like the epicenter of a pale green explosion.

He chuckled at his mental comparisons. Ironic.

But he pushed that thought to the side; he had observed a small flower of some kind. A pair of lizards he'd planned to catch and eat had skittered up to it, drawn by the lure of fat insects buzzing around the flower for a nice meal for themselves.

He watched as one of the little critters had crept closer, preparing to lash its tongue out to snag one of the fat, fluttering bugs. But as it did, the flower lurched, belching a cloud of pollen at it that made the lizard hiss; thrashing briefly in the sand as its companion crawled over to examine its friend.

The male--oh, he was certain it was a male--lifted its head after a moment, the throat sack beneath his throat puffed up, turning a bright shade of red. A mating display, he realized.

Cooper had watched with slight interest; remembering, once-upon-a-time, of a nature documentary he'd watched with his daughter, Janey, of desert lizards. This sort of thing was the closest form of entertainment he had during his traveling, reminding him with a dull throb of nostalgia and grief at the life he had lost, before.

His thoughts were pulled back to the now, as he watched the male lizard chase his female companion around, until he assumed, he tackled her beneath a rocky crag somewhere to mate with her. He'd snorted, reminding himself to steer clear of those flowers.

Getting hot and horny could be a death sentence, out in the wasteland. You could be so caught up in the moment, you could get snuck up on and offed in the middle of the night; your supplies picked from your carcass by who-knows-who...

And he wasn't looking to have his card punched with his cock in hand. That just wasn't a good way to go out.

Cooper's dark eyes lifted up, clicking his tongue at the lilted sign of the shop, stepping over the bleached wood of the door that had long since rotted off its hinges.

The setting sun had put a damper in his plans. He'd wanted to find you and get out of the proverbial ghost town before the darkness had set in. Something about these old buildings had him uncomfortable.

His gloved finger snagged the collar of his faded shirt, tugging on it as he hissed out a heavy sigh. Why was it so fuckin' hot in here? The fuck smelled so... sweet?

His finger pulled the hammer back and his thumb flicked the cylinder release as he crept along the rotting shelves. He'd called out your name once. Upon receiving no answer, his brow furrowed.

"Darlin', now ain't the time to be playing in the dark." Cooper growled, his eyes scanning the shop for any signs of you.

In the setting sunlight, his eyes caught the glimmer of one of your buckles of your satchel. He quickly rushed over to where it had been tossed--maybe in some kind of tussle--and frowned. It was full of freshly scavenged supplies. Guns, ammo... your favorite chem tin.

As his eyes gave a passing scan to your empty tin, his gaze lifted to the cactus you'd been harvesting, the bowl of fruit laying untouched since you'd picked it.

What remained of his nose twitched; your scent was everywhere, tainted with the strangling-sweet smell clinging to the dust in the air. He couldn't pick up anybody else's around, so that ruled out you getting into a fight. So the question remained the same--where were you?

He holstered his pistol when he examined the cactus closer, frowning as the strange plant from before twitched and swayed on its own, lurching and grabbing flies that got too close to the petals of the flower. Cooper grunted, looking down to the dented metal tin still clutched in his hand.

His heart had almost skipped out of his chest as he finally bothered to examine the writing scrawled on the tin in proper detail; among your little scratches and scribbles was the name of the chem it contained.

It wasn't just regular Fixer. It was Heat-Fixer. A common variation of the chem that had been used even before the Great War to ward off an Omega's heat cycles as long as they took it regularly and in safe doses. He remembered once, being in Anchorage and it was revealed that one of his comrades in his unit was an Omega; he explained what exactly the Fixer did to his team over a lull in combat one night.

And you currently had an empty tin.

An empty tin of heat-supressants, coupled with the strange pollen of that flower... it wasn't a good combination for an Omega to be caught out in the middle of nowhere while in heat, not when someone could so easily stumble upon you and take advantage of your crazed and sex-hungry state.

No wonder you had been so snappy and irritable. No wonder you had been so anxious and ready to go to the next town, to hunker down there for a few days. He had assumed you were just being spoiled, wanting to pamper yourself somehow from the tough life on the road.

Now, he realized, you had been hoping to shut yourself in somewhere, to hide the mutated elephant you tried to smuggle into the room. Oh, yeah... he'd have a long talk with you once all this was over with.

"Fuckin' hell, darlin'." He muttered, shaking his head, his jaw clenched tight as he tossed it back into your bag, slinging it over his bandolier as he continued his search for you.

Your scent had him almost dizzy, he had even stumbled over his own feet once or twice as he looked for you. He knew Omegas had some strong instincts; he knew from experience you were going to look for somewhere safe to ride this out, to try and take care of yourself.

But on the off-chance something else had happened to you... Cooper had inwardly cursed at himself for being so worried. You were sometimes a little naive, believing in the best of the worst of people that had been a part of your tribal-turned-civilized home where he'd found you.

You had been an outcast even among your own tribe, most likely smothering your Omega nature by sneaking off under the guise of "scavenging" during your heats and the suppressants you were taking to mask it all.

Aside from finding out you were an Omega, not a Beta like you'd claimed, Cooper had felt a bit of kinship with you in how you were ostracized for how you were, maybe even a bit towards your naive hope that the best in humanity could one day resurface despite everything around you staring you in the face and screaming otherwise...

His mouth had become dry and he swallowed hard, his tongue practically choking him. It felt like he had a wad of cotton in his mouth despite the saliva that had begun to accumulate. The identity of your scent had finally dawned on him. The familiar, comforting scent of something akin to an apple pie; something he hadn't had in a very, very long time. And the idea he might be able to taste it again had consumed a part of his brain.

Your pheromones had all but tainted the stale air inside the small structure; if he still had any hair, it would have been standing on end as each drag of air coated his lungs in everything that was you.

Fuck, you smelled delicious. Good enough to eat.

Cooper gritted his teeth once more, briefly reaching down to press his palm into the rather pressing erection that had become prominently bulged in his old worn trousers. His own Alpha instincts had stirred; they had been almost dormant for so long, he'd almost forgotten them.

But right now, every one of his senses had picked up you. A sweet, perfect little Omega, writhing somewhere on your own and waiting to be bred. He shuddered at his train of thought; reminding himself that he was looking for you to make sure you were okay... to... to make sure you were safe, and to--what was he thinking, again?

Fuck. Right. He was going to find you, and stand guard around wherever you'd nested up and just wait for it to pass. Lecture you when it was over.

But as he crept along the ruined store, he had to stop and slump against a wall, his eyes rolling at the smell permeating the air, your pheromones flooding his bloodstream like the sweetest chem he'd had in a long, long time.

Cooper had managed to drag one foot after the other to find the basement door. Your scent rolled from the wood like the smoke to a powerful fire. You were down there, alright.

And against his better judgement, Cooper twisted the rust old knob and took the first step down, pulling out his old--and by-miracle still functioning--wind-up flashlight, he flicked the switch and walked down, his eyes tracking the glowing fungi that lined bits of the basement walls with a bit of giddy euphoria.

"Cooper..." He'd heard you croak out.

He spun on his heels, the beam of his light eventually turning onto you.

His heart had jumped up into his throat as he took you in; your frantically-made nest, the barriers you'd built between you and the rest of the room... the bare, sweaty skin that glistened in the torchlight he held in his hand.

He shook his head as another wave of your pheromones blasted him full-force. Fuck. What the hell had he been thinking? Oh. Right. He hadn't been thinking. He let his dick do the walking and find you, like some sex-crazed punk Alpha just coming into his nature.

"Cooper." You said again, your pupils blown so wide he almost couldn't see the color of your irises as you looked at him with your hooded gaze, your lips looking all to plush and swollen as you licked at them.

"Darlin', you..." He swallowed hard, his hard cock already bordering on painful, sweat beginning to soak through his shirt beneath his leather duster as his breathing increased.

"Help me. Please." You whined, sitting up more as you crawled over the nest of blankets towards him as your tongue ran over your teeth, your hips swaggering with each movement; reminding him of the scene in a shitty porno magazine he read as a younger man.

"Need something--"

"Shit. No." Cooper hissed, squeezing his eyes shut as he regained a semblance of some control over himself once again; backing up to the stairs, ready to rush back up them and lock you down here until this was all over.

When the stairs creaked under the weight of his first step, you whined, halting any more movement from him.

"Please." You panted, little whimpers bubbling through from between each syllable as you spoke, "Need help... goin' nuts... need you... please."

Cooper had stupidly snuck a glance at you, standing on your knees and leaning forward slightly in the middle of the dusty floor, one hand roughly groping at your own breast and the other snaking between your legs to roll your clit in time with the lazy thrusts of your hips. It was the sexiest goddamn thing he'd seen in his fucking life; a fresh rush of arousal making his cock throb.

"Help me." You whined, your eyes watery and needy as your gazes locked in the darkened space.

His eyes rolled back into his head and Cooper growled, his chest tightening at how you whined once more in submission to him. His feet stomped across the room, and he set his light down on the table enough to illuminate some of the room; namely you.

"Needy little fuckin' Omega," Cooper had spat as he ripped off his excessive bulk. Your bags joined his on the table, the contents scattering across the surface as his bandolier was tossed on top of it all alongside his guns.

"You been thinkin' about getting fucked all day, haven't ya?" He sneered as he tugged his gloves off with his teeth, dropping them as he moved back towards you.

You leaned into his touch as one of his hands cupped your cheek, eyes fluttering closed as he used his other hand plucked the buttons on the collar of his shirt free; his dark eyes taking in your soaked and aroused state as your hand between your legs continued to furiously rub and pinch at yourself for any stimulation--to ease that growing ache in your cunt.

The rough and scarred pad of his thumb swept a desperate tear from your cheek as he spoke; "A needy little bitch in heat, ain'tcha? Fuck, what if it wasn't me that came lookin' for ya?" His hand went from gentle to rough, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he forced you to look up to him, his lips curling up into a snarl. "Bet at this point you'd go and bend over for any wasteland fuck coming along to bury their cock in you, probably fuck some pups into ya."

Your mouth opened in a breathy little moan, your eyes almost fluttering closed once again as he continued. "Well, fuck that. I ain't letting no fucking scavver take what's mine, got it?"

Your eyes immediately went to his crotch when his free hand roughly worked free his belt buckle, ripping his button open and fly down to free his throbbing cock to you, your mouth watering and your pussy flooding at the premise of him just burying himself inside of you and staying there.

"Now, given all the trouble you've been causin' me... I'm tempted to not give you my cock, got it?" He huffed, looking down at you from the remnants of the bridge of his nose, a sick sense of pride swelling his ego at how your eyes grew wide and panicked; like you were a junkie denied their next fix, so gone in withdrawal you thought you were going to die.

Cooper laughed at you as tears gathered in your eyes at his threat, your pretty little lip wobbling. He could almost hear your heart pound in the sweet little chest of yours. He squished your cheeks once again to snap you out of it, groaning as his hand gripped the base of his cock. "But you've got me in a bit of a state, babydoll." He drawled. "So..."

He tapped the tip of his scarred and gnarled cock to your lips, and grunted when you immediately curled your tongue underneath the tip, sucking him past your plush lips with a loud and grateful moan.

"...you're gonna suck me reeeal good... and maybe, if you're a good girl, you'll get it all, got it?"

You moaned again as you took him deeper, your tongue curling around his shaft as your head moved further down his length, gagging around him as you try to take too much too quickly.

Cooper fisted your hair and yanked you back, his gravelly voice tumbling out of him as he looked down at you, a warning in his eyes. "Don't push yourself, cupcake. Take what you can. I'd hate for you to choke on my cock before I've had a chance to fuck you with it."

You nodded drunkenly, immediately moving to take him into the wet cavern of your mouth once again with loud slurping sounds as you bobbed your head, your fingers rolling your clit in time with the bob of your head and the cant of your hips. Cooper ran his fingers through your hair, petting you as he watches you return to your task with feverish need.

"That's it, babydoll... fuck. You been thinkin' about this for some time, huh? Havin' somebody let you take their cock in your mouth?" He laughed, his voice going tight as you moaned in reply.

"Shit--that's it! Fuck..."

Cooper's heart was pounding in his chest as he feels your tongue swirl the tip of his cock. It had been too damn long since he'd had a good fuck; and you were proving to be a goddamn amazing one, so far, if your tongue skills were anything to go by. His hands gripped the back of your head and he started to arch his back, fucking his cock into your mouth with a loud, pleasured sigh. He wasn't going to last long, and he had disregarded his earlier warnings of taking it too quickly as the haze of his building orgasm began to swell as he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure. Not that you minded.

The moment he felt his cock twitch, he grunted, his eyes rolling back.

"Shit, darlin'... get ready."

You whined around his cock, your cunt gushing around your fingers as you plunged them inside, your lashes brushing your cheeks as you eagerly try to taste every drop he was willing to give you.

The first splash on your tongue had you a moaning mess, arousal burning low in your belly and a bubble that had been swelling was ready to burst. Cooper yanked you back by the hair again and gripped his cock, jerking furiously as each hot volley of thick cum coated your face, splashing on your tongue as it lolled out of your mouth; dripping down your chin and onto your breasts.

Cooper chuckled grimly, "Well... that's one way to mark that prettly lil' body of yours."

He quickly swiped his cum off of your face, earning a complaining whine from you until he crammed his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean; tasting him mixed with the dirt, grime, and gunpowder that clung to his skin. His eyes flashed dangerously as he watched you spasm slightly, eyes rolling back; his taste, the sensations he was pushing on your and the sheer forcefulness of his actions making you climax as you moaned around his hand that was all but choking you.

"Look't you. So fuckin' cockdrunk you can't even fuckin' talk." He mocked playfully, pulling his fingers from your lips with a loud pop.

Cooper kneeled down in front of you and grinned, his teeth flashing that signature smile of his as he practically lunged for you; hoisting you over his shoulder and slapping a palm over your ass, fingers dipping into your sweet cunt to toy with the juices that dribbled down your thighs, making you moan obscenely.

He dropped to his knees and rolled you down onto the nest you'd made in the corner, watching with his grin; twisting his scarred face in a look of aroused glee as you laid back and spread your legs for him, showcasing just how badly you needed him.

"Damn, darlin'... got yourself lookin' like a nice glazed snack, for me." He chuckled, beginning to shrug his shirt the rest of the way off, working his pants down his legs as he blindly kicked his shoes off in the dark. "Makes me wanna fuckin' eat ya right up..."

He tipped his head to the side, one of his hands grabbing his hat and tossing it off somewhere out of sight as he exposed more and more of himself to your hungry eyes. "Actually... that ain't a bad idea, heh."

Your hips rolled and you spread your puffy and swollen lips apart for him with a mewl as he lowered himself down onto his belly and elbows, looking up at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Now, I ain't gonna just give it to ya, sweetheart... you gotta tell me. Ask me nice."

"Please. Cooper. Please." You pant. "Please, please, please, please please--"

"Now, now..." Cooper warned, reaching up to slap his fingers onto your clit and watching your body jump at the contact. "That's not what I meant."

Your brows furrow down at him, swallowing the saliva that accumulated in your mouth as your brain tries to process what he meant through the red fog your mind was clouded with.

Finally, it clicks.

"Cooper, please..." You mewl loudly. "A-Alpha, please--"

The sound that comes from him makes your mind blank and your body shudder, going almost slack with relief as his lips closed around your weeping cunt, babbling "thank you's" and frantic, almost incoherent words as he gave you a taste of what you'd been craving.

You were veeeery happy it was Cooper that found you. Right now you couldn't imagine anyone else to have between your legs, drinking you down like you were his first taste of water after being stranded in the desert.

Cooper had laid there for... he didn't even know how long. Tasting you, edging you, biting and nipping your inner thighs, making you cum to the point you felt like you had gone blind had his chest swell with pride and... something else. More than just plain sexual attraction, more than the fact that you were and Omega accepting him as your Alpha right now...

He didn't focus on that too long, shoving those feelings to the back of his mind as he rose to his knees, yanking your quivering hips close to him, his cock slapping your belly as he stared down at you.

"Gonna fuck you now, darlin'. Give you every fuckin' inch of what you've been wanting." Cooper hissed, rolling his cock through your slick folds with a lazy thrust. Your hands reach out to grab at his arms, frantic and wanting as you nodded dumbly, mindlessly.

"Please, please--yes, yes, yes--"

"Easy, now." Cooper chuckled, his voice almost dropping into fondness as his hands gripped and squished your thighs. "Just lay back and let me fuck you like y'need, alright, baby?"

You keen lowly, dropping your head onto one of the pillows as you feel the tip of his cock notch at your waiting hole, your pussy clenching as he pushed in; his pace torturously slow as he sunk himself within your welcoming, tight and wet heat.

He tipped his head back with a pleasured sigh, his voice shaky, as he savored the ecstasy of your body; "Jesus fuck, you feel so damn good... fit me like a glove, sweetheart."

"Fuck me." You mewled, frantically grabbing at whatever bits of him you could to try and urge him on, your legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the back of his thighs as you try to encourage him deeper.

Cooper growled at you, leaning down to press his mouth to your ear; "You don't tell me what to fuckin' do. Right now, I'm gonna fuck you so full you're gonna feel like yer gonna pop. Got it? Don't get bossy on me, y'hear?"

You curled around him, clinging to him desperately. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry..." You cried softly. "J-Just n-need... Need you, please..."

"I was just teasin' ya, sweetheart..." Cooper sighed with a chuckle, pulling out halfway before sharply thrusting back in, your breasts jiggling as your body jerks with the effort of his thrust. "Don't be such a crybaby."

Your jaw snaps shut with a strangled moan, your teeth grinding as your body welcomes him eagerly, all the stress and anxiety of your heat melting away in the pleasure that Cooper was bullying into your cunt, sloppy, loud, lewd noises coming from between you as he plunged his cock in and out of you; his skin slapping against yours.

A small part of you right now was vaguely recalling your past heats. How you would scurry away when you couldn't make your Heat-Fixer on your own, or score any from passing caravans; how you would hide in your secret little cave and masturbate to thoughts of having someone just come and take the edge off for you, you just bend you over and fuck you until your mind didn't come back into logical focus for days after the fact--to fuck you so full you were certain "your" Alpha had bred you as your biological needs shouted that you needed.

Your nails dig into Cooper's back, scratching fresh masks into his pitted and wrinkled skin, the texture of his cock making your head spin even more as you breathed in his own pheromones; Cooper's scent had always comforted you. Somehow, the scent that was not unique in the world today felt unique to him, and only him. Gunpowder, petrichor, and sweet honey bourbon.

You didn't realize just how much you loved and craved to have his scent on you until now; a loud moan slithering out of you as he dragged his tongue up your throat, mouthing your swollen scent gland messily, making your hips stutter against his and your breath hitch into a small sob as his tongue laves over the soft flesh.

"Smell so fuckin' good." Cooper growls, his voice sending vibrations through your sensitive skin as he continues to rut his cock into you. The pitch of his tone makes you whimper in submission, rolling your head to the side to let him have better access as he licked and kissed your throat, moving from one side to the other.

"Fuck--" He panted, driving his hips into your again and again, the sweat on your body making it difficult to get a decent grip on your soft hips. Your scent was driving him insane; he was finding himself wanting to keep his face buried either at your throat or between your legs. If he wasn't so pressed to just fuck you, Cooper would have gladly stayed with his head buried between your legs until he got his fill of you.

However, now that he's had a taste of you, now that he's felt you squeezing and milking his dick for anything he was willing to give you... he wasn't sure he would ever get a fill. Your scent was goddamn maddening to him; it made him hungry in more ways than one. He never realized it before, but now that you were uninhibited by the Fixer, it hit him full-force. And just the mere thought of another Alpha putting their hands on you made him mad with... possession?

He swallowed back a mouthful of saliva, clenching his jaw as he panted hotly in your ear, "Feel so fuckin' good around my cock, babydoll."

You choked for air when you feel his knot almost catch, your orgasm dancing just out of reach; walls clenching around him every time you felt it press against your entrance.

"Please, please..." You begged, running your hand up his back, tracing every deep groove and bit of scarred flesh you could; mapping out every inch you could feel beneath your fingertips.

"N-Need..."

One of his arms was currently bracing himself next to your head, which his other hand pawed at your hip, gripping the sweaty, smooth skin so tight there would likely be bruises in the shape of his handprint that would be visible for days on.

His mouth once again hovered over your scent gland, and you pressed one of your hands to the back of his neck to urge you on; "Please..." You begged once more.

Cooper gave you a look out of the corner of his eye, and as you opened your mouth to plead with him once more, he sunk his teeth directly into your throat. Your moan was so loud, he could almost hear the rush of his blood beneath it as the coppery taste of your blood coated his tongue.

"Fuck!" You sob, grinding your hips against his, your spongy walls throbbing almost painfully as you finally feel him force his knot past that last barrier of resistance; feeling it swell and lock him in place, the sensation finally ripping a mind-numbing orgasm from you.

"Shit, darlin'..." Cooper moaned, breaking his lips from around your scent gland, rutting and grinding into you as much as he could, feeling the simmering heat of his own orgasm finally creeping near that precipice. "Squeezin' me so fuckin' good..."

He leaned back, grabbing your hips in his hands and pulling you against him, staring down at your sweaty and flushed face as your eyes rolled back, your hands clawing desperately at the mattress and ratty blankets beneath you, weakly lifting your hips to try to get him to keep moving.

"Needy little... fuckin'..." Cooper panted, feeling how hard your hot pussy was clenching around his knot. It felt like he was burning up from the inside out, like his blood was boiling inside his veins as his orgasm roiled and crashed through him; hips jerking against yours as his cock twitched, emptying every drop of cum he could fill you with into your waiting and desperate womb.

He ground his teeth as his eyes rolled back and he let the last bits of his climax ebb away.

Cooper let out a long, slow breath, poking down to where your bodies were locked together. Damn, that felt good. It was the best feeling he'd felt in... shit, a very long time. He sighed and pressed his hand down low on your belly, just barely able to feel the outline of himself through your soft skin, muscles and fat.

His gaze slowly slid up your sweaty and twitching body, to the fresh mark he'd left in your throat, and finally to your blissed-out, satisfied face. He knew this state for you was only temporary; once his knot went down, you would be climbing back on top of him for more, wanting to be fucked and bred again and again, despite the face he was 100% positive in the fact that ghouls didn't work like that anymore... But nonetheless you'd be wanting your Alpha to mark you and fuck you again and again until your heat passed you by.

He narrowed his eyes at his own line of thinking. He... wasn't really "your" Alpha now, was he? You were partners, and well, now...

Ah. Shit...

"You alive, darlin'?" Cooper chuckled, pushing aside his line of thinking, to try and focus on the moment instead of his stupid what-ifs.

"Mhmmm..." You answered with a purr, arching you back and stretching, wrapping your legs around his waist once again, opening your stormy eyes to peer up at him, your tongue swiping out at your bottom lip.

"Shit... Give me some time to pull out, you needy little bitch." He chastised with another soft laugh, reaching out to tweak your nipple in reprimand.

Cooper leaned over you, pressing his thumb over your clit, earning a soft whine from you.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, ain't'cha, babydoll?" He sighed, looking as your face twisted in pleasured agony while he pinched and rolled your clit, feeling how your cunt fluttered around his cock. "C'mon... Answer your Alpha, sweetheart..."

Your eyelids dragged lazily open and you nod, almost jerking your head up and down as a small bit of drool pools at the corner of your swollen lips. "Yes, yes, yes... I'll be a good girl."

Cooper grinned wider, almost predatory in appearance, still tasting you on the tip of his tongue.

"Thaaaaat's right... Now... just lay back and let me take care of ya, babydoll. And once we're done, you 'n I are gonna have a long talk..."

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⚠️ DON’T START DISCOURSE ABOUT RPF IN THE NOTES!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU DO SO ⚠️

Do you ship it?

Reason:

“so they're another classic case of Thai actors whose job is to play to each other's love interests in every show that they're in together. standard stuff but they're also a pretty fun duo cause early on in their pairing, back when their first show together was still airing (I saw as if that wasn't just like a year ago and their upcoming projects haven't come out yet), there was a fun interview where they were talking about ship names. Now we all know that traditionally the first name in a ship name is the one on top, and usually with these thai actor pairings, their characters usually have the same sexual dynamics across shows, which is then reflected in the order that the actors's names are put together for marketing stuff like fanmeets or whatnot. And well long story short, in their show Pit Babe, Pooh's character topped Pavel's. so PoohPavel right? well the two of them decided to debate whose name should go first in an interview together, essentially debating which one of them would top the other if they ever had sex. they also argued over it on twitter, each insisting that they would be the one to top the other. Which I just think is a very funny thing to do with your work boyfriend. Pavel also interacts with shipping content of them on tiktok (like that one meme where it's a picture of one guy surrounded by strawberries, and then the picture of the other guy surrounded by strawberries drizzled in white icing, Pavel liked and commented on the poohpavel version of that). anyways I don't even know if they're for real dating or not but I do know that they are more than ok with people shipping them and are clearly having fun with making jokes about them having sex with each other. Aksi their chemistry is really good when they're acting, especially when they make out or have sex scenes. also they're breakout role together and what kickstarted all of this is that they are the main actors in the first live action omegaverse tv show, where they both play alphas who are in love (and Pavel's character is a super special alpha that can get pregant so their characters do mama/papa roleplay throughout the series).”

[sunset-a-story]

Hey, folks! I just had to quit my new job. Its "flexible hours" (a requirement for my physical disabilities) were actually over-managed deadlines that required a 7-day work week and it was untenable. So! As an income-less person, I'd like to put this out there:

I'm Offering Alpha & Beta Reading Services

Why me? I have a degree in Creative Writing. I was gainfully employed as a professional writer for 6 years. I have been published in literary journals and was a founding editor of a literary journal that I helped run for years. I have a 1,200+ page serial that will start to be released in the next 6 months and I just plain love stories.

Alpha Reading

Alpha reading is geared toward Zero Drafts or First Drafts where the creation process is still a work in progress. I'm reading as a writer who wants to help make your story work. As an alpha reader, I'm not worried about your grammar or spelling--just the content. My job is to cheerlead you through this first draft while giving helpful, gentle notes as a fellow writer. We'd nail down exactly what sort of comments you want or don't want but it can look like feedback on:

Plot structure

Pacing

Description

Setting/world building

Characterization

Dialogue

Spotting plot holes/continuity issues

You can also request no critique if what you really need is just someone who will read your draft, leave encouraging comments, and get excited with you.

Beta Reading

Beta reading is for more polished drafts from writers looking for constructive criticism on how their wip reads. I'm approaching your story less as a writer and more as your test audience. I will be honest but kind about issues and genuinely excited about your victories. Again, exactly what you're looking for can be nailed down on an individual basis so you get the type of support you want. (Note: I am not a line editor. I can point out obvious errors but that is not what I do.)

As far as pricing, $0.0015 USD per word seems like the lower end of the industry standard and, while I have alpha/beta read before, I haven't been paid for it yet so that feels fair. That works out to a 25K word story being $27.50.

Thanks, all! Please DM me if you're interested.

[skele-bunny]

New follower here, and new Ghost fan in general, hasn't yet been a year since I became a fan, anyway, with all of the Ghoul Kit content you have made it has me wondering,

Who was the first couple to become parents, and what was Sister Imperator's reaction?

MIST/DELTA/PEBBLE/ZEPHYR WERE. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL AND EVERYONE CAN FIGHT ME ABOUT IT!!!!!!!

In my personal interpretation, it's hard for ghouls to conceive as their bodies are not adapted to the topside as much as they'd like for them to be. They haven't evolved to include that possibility, so their body still takes the environment as unknown and unsafe. But it's not impossible!

Mist was the carrier and as a water ghoul, she was able to have a clutch. It was kind of planned, also not kind of planned. All four of them had agreed that if they had children, it's something everyone wants but if it doesn't happen, then it simply doesn't happen. Then not even a month later, tadddaaa! Triplets!

Alpha joined the poly later on in Mist's pregnancy but was still super excited and happy about it. They honestly all were.

Buuuutttt. On the dark side, it opened the higher-ups eyes to the possibility it could happen. They could potentially breed their own ghouls in the ministry if they had the volunteers, or even surrogates. Obviously for a "better cause." Higher-ups started poking and prodding at Mist and keeping up-to-date with her pregnancy and it pissed him off bad. Sister Imperator was the first non-ghoul to see Mist, without her consent, just a day after giving birth.

She made some undertones in her comments about how "fulfilling" the kits will be "for future use." How Mist has opened the Clergy's eyes.

It made... All of them nauseous... She eventually left but definitely started keeping track of certain things in private. Nothing cruel ever happened to the triplets or any of the parents besides them be gawked at or fawned over by fellow ghouls. Papa Terzo was obviously super fucking happy!! Spoiled them all rotten and loved being a grandpa, just showing off the kits and pictures on his phone like; "LOOK AT MY GRANDKITS!!!!!"

But TLDR; It made Sister's mind start thinking about expansion and change. And when she's thinking about expansion and change, it's never had a good outcome now has it?

[roadkillxd]

Oh okay, thank you for replying :)

So for the request I was thinking of alpha simon riley (ghost) x alpha john price x omega pakistani!ftm reader (they are already married/dating). Where again reader also works in the forces (air force) and both all three have a mission they go to but when reader is in air on the coms he hears that they can't get in contact with ghost, john or any of their team members making the reader worry, reader goes back to the base only to fin out his partners haven't shown up yet, so basically angst but they show up after having near death experience. Reader doesn't stop himself from running up to them and hugging both ghost and john but when they get to their bed chambers both john and ghost realize that there is something going on with the reader but is not telling them so when he asks the reader what's going on the reader tries to dodge their question but they figure it out that reader is still scared so that ensues the smut with softdom ghost and john with teasing (basically they use toys and not letting reader orgasm), orgasm control and over stimulation with aftercare.

I'm sorry if this is confusing or too specific, if you don't feel like writing it then it's cool. I hope you are having a good day/night.❤️

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Okay, I was planning on working on a different request but I was already writing this one in my head and couldn't stop thinking about it. I didn't include A/B/O dynamic or sex toys this time just 'cause that's what my brain was telling me to do. Also nothing explicitly mentioning the reader being Pakistani but nothing disputing it either! AND I ADDED DADDY KINK. OKAY SORRY I'M DONE NOW. ENJOY.

Price x Ghost x FTM!Reader ↪ 2511 words — 18+ / SMUT & ANGST.

Content tags — trans male submissive reader, cis male dominant Price, cis male dominant Ghost, implied that Ghost is submissive to Price, fem terms used to describe trans male reader's genitalia, referenced/implied character death, ghost x price, subspace, unsafe sex, crying, daddy kink, mild overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, established relationship, penetrative sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, analingus, and double penetration. 

You’d watched the building fucking explode.

Cover of night, lights off sort of deal, just high enough where no one would hear the roar of your jets. There was a rudimentary airstrip about three klicks from the warehouse where the boys were to rendezvous for extraction once the place was cleared. In the meantime, you had thermal scanning the building, picking up the faint traces of heat inside, radioing back and forth with the ground team to give them heads up on the possible targets within. 

One second Ghost’s halfway through a sentence and the next your comms are filled with nothing but static. Something rocks against your jet, the force of it shaking your flight pattern—every meter hitting zero and every instrument light going dark before all suddenly sputtering back to life, lighting up like Christmas. Minor EMP blast.

You look down at your thermal wide-eyed just as a flower of red blossoms at the center of the warehouse before flourishing through the entire screen, body heat indistinguishable from the screaming orange flames you now see engulfing the building. 

You press your communicator.

“Ghost, how copy?”

Static.

“Lieutenant? Captain? Do you copy?”

Static.

“Anyone—” your voice cracks and you swallow, head filled with so much noise your thoughts go quiet.

The missile-lock sensor begins screaming, a sharp intake of breath filling your lungs as you slam your accelerator, barrel rolling to the side before pulling up hard enough to make your head spin as the missile whistles past.

You pull back, letting the plane arch before nose diving, jets sputtering and choking off as you take one more careful look at the raging fire, and with a muttered curse and the sound of the missile-lock sensor, you pull up—near skimming the tree line as you take off towards the base, jet flame catching on the dry pine. 

It was times like these that you were no good in a plane.

*

With comms dead around the warehouse you had to get pretty close to base to call for backup. By then, and taking relations into account, Laswell wouldn’t let you assist.

For a second you considered insubordination.

For a second.

You don’t know what state you’d be in if you went and… there was no one to assist. No one to save. Your brain so, so loud you hit the runway hard, the plane bouncing and a sharp reprimand from the tower that you can barely hear over the static in your head, like the EMP scrambled that too.

You shower, and then they make you do paperwork. You take it to the little office you share with Soap—the office that barely sees any use. It takes you two hours to fill out the first page. 

Through the glass and down the hall comes the dull sound of laughter, rich and smokey. It’s Price’s laugh, and for a moment, you pay it no mind, memories foggy and blending at the forefront of your mind.

And then there’s Soap’s laugh, too, and it’s closer, and piercing enough for you to look up at the clear door with big eyes, unbreathing. 

The door clicks open, and in peaks Soap’s big stupid head.

“Knock knock…”

Ghost is the one to reach over his shoulder to push it the rest of the way open. You nearly hop the fucking desk, shouldering hard past Soap to grab Price by the face and slamming your lips against his. Then you turn and throw your arms around Ghost, the man letting out a grunt but picking you an inch off the floor just to hold you tighter.

“What the hell am I? Chop liver?” Soap jokes, jokingly offended and with a big smile on his face. 

Ghost puts you down and you turn on Soap, grabbing his hand to pull him into a quick hug.

“Shut up, I already know you’re explosion proof. These are the two I have to worry about. You fuckers scared me.”

“Aye, well you’re not the only one, Ghost here—”

“Enough,” Ghost barks and Soap shuts up with a smile, leaning in to faux whisper to you.

“Shoulda seen him when we couldn’t find yer plane, thought you went down.”

You see Ghost roll his eyes out of the corner of yours.

“That EMP was shit,” you say, “takes more than that to crash me.”

*

The four of you discuss for a short while, Price’s hand eventually finding yours, interlacing your fingers as you talk. Ghost’s staring at you, taking you in, like he’s committing it all to memory—like he’s worried he’ll forget if he doesn’t. 

Soap agrees to finish up the mission report for you, considering he was actually on the ground when everything went to shit. Usually, Price or Ghost would argue, always trying to keep Johnny away from the paperwork, but Price squeezes your hand and Ghost nods and then the three of you are wordlessly heading down the hall toward the Captain’s room.

You lay on the big bed as the two men take a short shower together, and you can only remember how fucking awkward they look cramped into the small space. A smile tries to weakly tug at your lips, though it quickly drops as your eyes flutter shut in what you can only word as despair. 

You could’ve lost them.

They climb into bed with you, sandwiching you on either side, warm bodies bruised but surprisingly intact considering. Ghost presses to your back, long limbs tangled with yours, Price at your front. They whisper little, meaningless conversation and you monotonously nod along.

You’ve seen them die before, in your dreams. Your nightmares. It’s always in your arms, hot blood seeping wet into your clothes and skin. You get to see the light fade from their eyes, and they tell you they love you with a final rattling breath.

They don’t go in a ball of flame. They aren’t there one second and gone the next, words left unsaid. Not even meaningful ones. 

You could’ve lost them.

“Love,” Price’s voice is gruff, and his calloused hand brushes your cheek, “you’re shaking.”

Ghost is quiet, but you can feel his thumbs rubbing absent circles into your hip bone. You turn your face away, trying to bury it against the pillow. You’re not gonna cry—you don’t want to cry in front of your superiors. It doesn’t matter what they are to you, you won’t do it.

“Risk of the job,” you choke out, “I should know better. I’m fine.”

There’s a long moment of silence.

“It’s….okay. To be afraid,” Ghost finally says, voice low and steady. Slow, like he’s thinking carefully about what he says. It’s not what you expected him to tell you, if anything at all, “it’s a part of the job, it doesn’t mean it shouldn’t, or doesn’t, hurt.”

Price hums in agreement, pinching your chin to turn your face toward him again. The tears streaking your face makes his heart break. He kisses your nose.

“We’re here now. We came back,” Price leans down to capture your lips in his, slow and deep, tongue licking into your mouth as your lips part to the intrusion. Ghost’s pulled his mask up just enough to bare his own, sucking kisses against your neck. Price pulls back, deep blues shining, “I can’t make promises, but we’ll always fight like hell to make it home to you.”

Your skin buzzes, your brain filled with a new kind of static—one safe and belonging. You feel warm, and like you’re attached, melting against the two men sliding their hands over your body. 

Ghost’s left hand snakes up your chest, reaching around to cup your throat, pulling you from Price’s needy lips to his own, kissing you hard and messy, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling. You moan into his mouth, hips rocking forward to rub your aching core against Price’s muscle-corded thigh.

You could’ve lost them.

You grip tight to Price’s flexing bicep as he fingers your cunt open, stretching your hole on his thick fingers. Ghost’s moved down the bed, body awkwardly angled halfway off the mattress just to get at your ass, tongue licking insistently at your puckered hole. You’re so overwhelmed, moans and cries and whimpers falling from your lips unbidden, the both of them working you open for their cocks.

“Our beautiful boy,” Price groans, voice so low and gravelly it makes your insides melt, pussy leaking out a gush of slick that has Price chuckling, “y’like that, huh? ‘Course you do.”

There’s scratch marks on Price’s arm now, welting up angry and red—marks you know he’ll wear proudly. It makes you dizzy, caught between rocking down onto Price’s probing fingers and back onto Simon’s freakishly long tongue.

You can feel the pressure building up in your core, moans coming quicker and quicker. Simon slips two fingers in alongside his tongue, your walls clench tight around Price’s digits, so close to coming when—

The captain pulls his fingers free and you sob out in frustration, hips rocking uselessly to try and find more stimulation, Simon having pulled back to nibble at your cheek as soon as Price had slipped free.

“What the fuck,” you cry. 

Price tsks at you, holding your chin firmly to hold your gaze steadily. His expression is schooled, the only signs of arousal are his blown pupils and the tiniest bit of flush dampening his cheeks. 

“Behave,” he says, voice stern. The tone makes your eyes nearly glaze over, and he can’t help the soft smile that splits his features at the sight. 

“C’mere,” he urges, grabbing your hand to guide it down to his own briefs, his cock half erect and pressing against the fabric, “get me nice and hard, love.”

You whine, fumbling with the hem before pulling his cock free, Price groaning low and deep when you gather your own slick on your fingers to stroke him with. It doesn’t take him long to get fully hard, prick twitching in your grasp. Simon’s still absently stretching your ass, keeping your arousal simmering without pushing you over the edge.

You’re so turned on, begging for them to fuck you, core aching from the lack of stimulation. You consider it a mercy when Price finally guides your hand away and shifts forward, cockhead rubbing delicately over your clit and making you shutter.

He grips his own dick, holding it steady as he teasingly slides it between your slick folds, catching on your hole every now and again to make you whimper. 

You feel Simon shifting back up the bed—feel his hard cock slick with saliva rubbing insistently at the small of your back—can’t help but moan at the thought of him stroking himself while eating you out. 

Price pushes at your hole a bit, your body instinctively tensing as the tip breaches your tight walls.

“Relax,” Simon growls low in your ear, licking at the shell, “gonna be good for your daddy?”

You moan, and Price chuckles.

“Jesus Christ, Si,” he breathes, sounding put out, but you can feel how his cock pulses at the word as it slips deep into your cunt. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust—knows you don’t need it with how slick you are, how lax your body got at the simple command from Simon. He pumps his hips into you slowly but with considerable force, rocking your body back against Simon’s, who’s holding you tight against his broad chest as he whispers filth into your ear.

“Cunt’s so loud, sweetheart.”

“Bet you feel so good ‘round his cock, huh?”

“He’s so big, isn’t he? Fuck, you sound so good.”

That fire fans bright in your tummy again, sending liquid arousal through your body as you near your orgasm yet again. Your back arches, clenching down tight on Price’s cock, making him growl.

And then he stills his hips, and you want to fucking scream.

“John, please,” you beg, fully crying now.

“What, love?” He teases, leaning down to kiss at the slow forming bruises left behind by Simon, “you have to tell me what you want.”

“Please, please, please,” you whine, the only word able to break through the haziness of your brain. You can feel Simon’s cock against your back still, twitching excitedly at your pleas.

“Hmm,” Si hums thoughtfully, trailing his lips down and across your shoulder, taking a moment to capture Price’s own, a short-lived moment of intimacy between them, “I think he wants his daddy to fill up his lil’ cunt, isn’t that right?”

You keen, nodding, and Price chokes on a groan, his cock pulsing within your walls.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, Simon,” he complains, face flushes red and buried against your shoulder now.

“You’re the one getting off on it,” he replies, like you can’t feel him leak precum against your spine every time he says the word.

“Christ alive…” Price huffs, pulling his face away from you to glare, “are you gonna help me fuck him or not?”

You can feel Simon lean down, a sharp smile pressed against the back of your neck—like a predator's maw at the throat of its prey—as he guides the tip of his cock to your fluttering hole. You squeak and Price smiles.

“Atta boy…”

The words have both you and Simon groaning.

You can feel the both of them snug within your walls, how they rub against each other through your flesh. They can feel it too, the tight fit of your body accentuating each of each other’s movements. 

They fall into a synchronous movement, Price pumping in as Ghost draws out, and so forth, making your head spin with pleasure, denied your orgasm twice now with legs shaking from the desperate need to cum. 

The both of them coo and praise, touching your body all over. You watch with half lidded eyes when Price reaches past you to grip Simon’s ass and force his hips forward, both of the men buried to the hilt inside of you as they make out, tongue and teeth and violence. The sight has you clenching up again, and Price pulls away with a cackle at the feeling, Si doubling down to fuck into your ass hard and fast.

Price’s hips move in sharp contrast to Simon’s movements, slow and steady, his hand squirming down between your bodies to rub at your cocklet with a calloused thumb. You nearly scream as you cum, your body squeezing down tight around the two men’s cocks, milking the both of them.

Price cums first, spend thick and sticky as it dribbles out past his prick and down around your thighs. You can hear him mumble something to Si you don’t quite make out past the fuzz in your ears, and then Simon is choking on a gasp, hips stuttering before burying to the hilt, rutting as he cums as well. 

You could’ve lost them.

But they’re with you now, arms wrapped around you, mixing sweat and cum and tears. You quickly fall asleep, the both of them still snug inside you.

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2023 Cap-IM Big Bang Masterpost

After months filled with creating secret masterpieces, this year's Big Bang posting period is over! Congratulations and thank you to all our lovely participants—we hope you enjoyed yourselves, whether this was your first Big Bang or not! 🖤

Here’s the final list of 5 amazing fics of 20,000+ words and their accompanying artworks, created specifically for this event. Bask in all the new Stevetony content, and remember to give the creators love if you haven't already!

Blessing in Disguise by MsWinghead (E for fic/Gen for art, 616, 23,512 words) ★ Team Masterpost

First Stark Industries Masquerade Gala. For Steve Rogers, however, wearing a mask for a gala wasn't that different from wearing a mask to fight crime every day. But Tony saw him as someone new that he hadn't yet met. Steve then proposes a role-playing game: pretend they have never met before and meet tonight. What could go wrong? Nothing, except that Tony had been completely in love with Steve for years. But that was a great opportunity to know if they could be something more than friends, right? Spoiler: They can and also have lots of fun in the process.

Art by KandiSheek

it might just have been you by Areiton (Mature for fic/T for art, MCU, 25,505 words) ★ Team Masterpost

"You have the whole world in front of you, Tony," Steve says, slowly. "When you get off this boat, there's nothing to stop you from living the life you want. If that's as a mechanic with a nice Alpha--you can have that. Just because what you grew up with is trash, doesn't mean that all alphas are. You can still have exactly what you want." Tony laughs, and it feels brittle, sharp, cutting at his throat as it spills between them. "There aren't nice Alphas, Captain. No one is nice enough to walk away from a billion dollar fortune for someone like me." "I would," Steve says, and it feels like a confession, like something he doesn't mean to share, and all the more precious for it.

Art by wingheads

Love Me (With No Explanation) by tinystark616 (E for fic/Gen for art, MCU, 42,225 words) ★ Team Masterpost

While spending the week in LA on business, Tony impulsively hires a male escort to keep him company after his girlfriend breaks up with him. Or, Steve and Tony spend a whole week trying not to fall in love with each other.

Art by starksnack

Love Story by iam93percentstardust (T for story/Gen for art, MCU, 22,579 words) ★ Team Masterpost

Tony dreams about a man named Steve Rogers and their lives together in a million different lifetimes. Little does he know that Steve is dreaming about him too and looking for him so they can spend the rest of this life together too.

Art by KakushiMiko

Men of Inaction by Neverever (M for fic/Gen for art, 616/Marvel Adventures, 20,017 words) ★ Team Masterpost

After being pushed through a portal in an AIM firefight, Steve and Tony find themselves trapped in a luxury resort. They suspect malevolent forces have captured them. But in the meantime, they have to solve puzzles on an island. And Tony keeps making spa appointments. Steve doesn't know what to do with himself and 'relax' is a foreign word to him. Then Tony starts to spend all his time with Steve. Can Steve figure why they are there, how to solve the puzzles, and what to do with his long-time crush on Tony?

Art by jayjayverse and Art by zappedbysnow

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Chapitre Cinq

In the following days, I didn't go online in the evening to text Mer. The void in my heart that he had fulfilled over the past days seemed to be enlarged. It wasn't Mer's fault. It was because I had been too delusional and chased after a love that was not real. Every night, I faced my emptiness when I sat silently in my gloomy room, prisoning myself inside four cold walls. Looking at the soulless computer screen made me just want to go online to talk to him and see his smile through the little emoticons. However, I overcame that desire. At that moment, I didn't know what to say when texting Mer; moreover, it would only desperately enhance the unrequited love in my heart. I would only be hurt more.

Avoiding Mer online was easy, but I couldn't do the same at school. He waited for me when school was out and suggested having a conversation somewhere. Looking at his begging eyes, I couldn't refuse.

I carried him on my bike, cycling on the windy road. The late autumn yellow leaves fell like rain. The turning-into-winter sky was dull and dingy gray. We simply moved from street to street, from alley to alley. In the end, he was the one to end the silence between us: "Are you still sad because of me?"

"No, I'm not sad at all," I lied awkwardly.

"Why haven't you been online these days?"

"There are too many 45-minute tests now, so I'm busy studying…" I refused bluntly with a justifiable reason. The truth was completely different: What could I learn when his image always appeared in my head?

"I'm sorry!" Mer said softly.

"Sorry? Sorry for what" I endeavored to smile: "I am the one to apologize! I judged you the way everyone did. I thought you were gay… I'm so bad! Yet I thought I understood you better than anyone else…"

Mer said nothing. At that time, I just wanted to put my arm behind him, put his arm around my hips, and let his head lean on my back. But everything was always just a dream that could not come true. Suppressing a sigh, I tried to cheer him up with some nonsense: "It's ironic, isn't it? I look so manly and I'm also the captain of the basketball team, so no one has ever thought I'm gay! But for you, who is called a pédé all the time, turned out to be a real boy! It's so hard to understand this life!"

"Are you not sad at all?" He was using an uneasy tone.

"Stop talking nonsense! I have already said that I wasn't sad, but you keep asking! Tell me about the girl you like!"

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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 45 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Rage - Cyrus

All that replays in my mind is Koa... any and every moment with him.

Moments that will have to satisfy the yearning for the rest of my time on this earth... even though they won't be enough.

There is nothing to numb the pain of rejection from one's mate.

My wolf is never at rest, always strained, quick to anger and on edge.

Tonight is one of those nights where I can't sleep.

I toss and turn before eventually giving up on the feat.

Slumber has not come easily to me since Koa's heat.

I turn on the lamp, shuffling through the bedside drawer for the note.

Cyrus,

I didn't want you to come here last night. I wasn't in my right mind. If you think the fact that you fucked me changes things, it doesn't. I am never going to forgive you for taking advantage of my heat. It sickens me. Please, just get it through your thick head. I need you leave me alone, for good.  I won't be your Luna or have your pups and that is final. Be gone by the time I'm back.

Koa.

I don't know how many times I've reread it.

Taken in every word, each one a stab to the heart.

The first time I read it, waking up in his room alone after our night of knotting, my mind went blank.

All I could feel was this immense weight on my chest as I noted his scent on the paper, the small scrawl of his handwriting I'd never had the pleasure of knowing until that morning.

Until he had to use it as a last resort.

He was too disgusted to even speak with me face to face and the worst part is, he was right.

I did come to him in a vulnerable state.

I did indulge in his body and the sex, after thirsting for his warmth and touch for weeks.

Leading up to it, I'd felt like I was dying, being apart from him.

It's no different now.

Only this time, I have this cold, settling realization within me that it really is over now.

He'll take care to avoid me completely in the future.

I have no more chances.

My mate has ripped himself away from me and there is nothing I can do because as much as I want to march back into his life and claim him as mine, I am not that kind of man.

I am not my father, an Alpha who used his strength and control over the Omega he was supposed to treasure... I refuse to be.

I go on with my Pack duties but most things feel meaningless.

Xavier says I don't smile anymore.

What is there to smile about?

I have that tiny, Goddess-forsaken Omega Beau buzzing around me constantly like a gnat.

He even pestered my father about getting me to 'train' him like I did Koa, to which the Alpha responded by threatening the loyalty of my warriors again if I didn't comply.

So I gave him some child-sized leathers and instructed Xavier to teach him a few moves.

Of course that wasn't enough for the brat and he threw a fit, clinging to my arm and shedding crocodile tears about how it wasn't fair that I'd held one-on-one sessions with myself for Koa and not for him.

I'd wanted to shake him by the shoulders and shout that no amount of training would make him useful in any kind of combat and that what I did for Koa is one of the many privileges that Koa alone receives.

Privileges that, even now, I would be happy to provide him because he deserves everything I have to offer and more and yet he will not take them.

He will not accept my heart but still I obsess over him like a lovesick pup, using every ounce of willpower I have not to even glance at my mate on the chance that I see him around the Pack.

He's made it quite clear how he feels about me and to make him uncomfortable is the last thing I wish to do.

"You look horrible, man," Xavier squeezes me on the shoulder after training.

"Go get some rest."

Like that will be possible.

Though I don't want to look absolutely pathetic by telling him I haven't been able to sleep the past three nights because I saw Koa chatting with Desmond by the willow tree near the school.

Will Koa take him back?

Desmond is interested, sure but my mate is harder to read.

He looks worn down.

Still, he managed to smile at the Alpha, so he must not be doing all too bad.

Probably was a relief for him, to finally be rid of me.

I also don't tell Xavier that I watched them from afar the whole 45 minutes that they talked, fists clenched and teeth gritted.

I'd wanted to pummel Desmond's face for even looking at my beautiful mate.... can't say the temptation is new.

'Mine. Mine. Mine,' my wolf is in constant agony, growling with possessiveness.

I head back to my office on Xavier's suggestion, figuring I might get a nap in before the fancy dinner tonight with Beau and our parents.

Just thinking about it makes me want to pull my hair out.

If I don't get some sleep before that nightmare, I might just blow up at the dining table.

I head into my office, only to find my desk chair occupied.

"Cyrus," Beau jumps up with a squeal.

"How did you get in here?"

I keep this place locked at all times.

"I have my ways," he shrugs.

"Do you find it enticing, that I'm so sneaky?"

"I find it bothersome."

If he made a copy of the key at the locksmiths or picked the lock, I don't bother asking.

Not like the brat will tell me, anyway, so instead I make a mental note to ask a guard to keep an eye on him.

I walk past him to my desk, hoping he'll take the hint that I'm not in the mood for his antics, when his arm shoots out to stop me.

"Wait, Cyrus. I have something important to tell you."

"Can it wait until dinner?"

His thin eyebrows arch in displeasure and he snaps.

"Is that any way to treat your betrothed?"

I am this close to losing it.

"Listen..."

"It's about Koa."

Whatever words were going to come out of my mouth dry up in an instant.

I can't hide the look of intrigue on my face, staring at Beau expectantly.

"Oh, now you care," he scoffs.

My heartbeat picks up, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"Did something happen to him? Is he okay?"

He rolls his eyes.

"It's not urgent. Simply some information he's been.. well, keeping from you."

Could it be... that he and Desmond..?

Or, maybe he's planning to leave our Pack?

Does he or Oliver have some kind of incurable illness...

"What is it?"

A thousand possibilities rush through my mind as I wait for a response, each one worse than the last.

"I'll tell you, Cyrus. You just have to do something for me, first."

I crane my head down at him, shooting the omega a glare.

"Cut the bullshit."

"Do you want the info or not? 'Cuz I'll leave..."

"Fine. Okay," I sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat.

If he could just spit it out...

Out of nowhere, he's flinging his arms around my neck and pressing his lips to mine.

I recoil in disgust, shoving him away.

"Cyrus. You want to hear it, do you not?" he snarls, pushing back up against me.

This isn't right.

It goes against all my morals, not to mention, it's disloyal to my mate.

'Not that Koa wants me anyway.'

Why would he care?

If I get this over with, Beau will tell me.

I'm too exhausted to argue.

I just want to know.

He sees when I give in, eyes darkening as he wraps his arms around my neck once again to kiss me.

I close my eyes, standing as still as I can as he has his way.

He moans, a sickly sweet scent penetrating my nose and I realize he has some kind of fruity gel slathered over his lips.

The wetness of it nauseates me but I endure it.

It's only when he tries to slip his tongue in my mouth do I pull back.

"That's enough. You got your kiss..." but he leaps up for more as I stumble away, managing to snag another touch of our lips... at the exact moment the door swings open, our parents barging into the room.

"Oh my," Leo, Beau's mother, gasps.

"I hope we weren't interrupting. I take it this means the betrothal is going well?"

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The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 25 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

It had been two days since we figured out that I could talk again and I hadn't said a word since then.

At least, not to anyone else.

I did however say a few things to myself, just to see how it would feel.

What it would sound like.

I didn't really know what to do with this new information.

I had an appointment with Dr. Greg this evening and of course, I would have to bring it up.

Which means I'd have to speak again but I really dreaded it.

I hadn't even talked to my Dads yet.

I didn't even know how I was going to tell them How did I tell Miquel?

Preston?

The twins will be so confused, right?

Then I thought of Nana and my heart would sink.

I looked at Riot who was driving the truck to the pack-house.

His hand was holding mine, giving it a squeeze when he realized I was looking at him.

He didn't take his eyes off the road but he did smile softly.

"Nana never got to hear my voice," I whispered, enough for him to hear me but still low, not feeling the confidence in my voice yet.

Riot picked up my hand, kissing my knuckle before signing into my fist.

"I know and that sucks but she'd still be proud of you because she hears you."

"You think she's proud of me?"

"Of course she is. Alister, you've been sober for a few days now, you haven't even been shaking. You've been doing amazing. She'd be so happy."

I loved when he called me by my full name, a flutter in my chest, even though I had emotions filling me to my eyes, tears collecting I still felt butterflies at Riot and the way he worded things, acted.

My hand still pressed to his chin before he set it down.

I smiled a little before turning my attention back to the road and laying my head on the window.

I hadn't had any dreams lately.

Besides one nightmare about Charles Maverick the other day but I had spoken to Riot about it, opening up a little bit about the things that happened to me as a kid.

Of course, I didn't tell him everything.

There was too much to share,and honestly opening up about it all terrified me.

***********

'I had just showered after waking up in a cold sweat' and Riot was making the bed, it was early in the morning and I could hear Preston making breakfast, the three of us getting ready to start our day and let the animals out.

Riot was patient with me, not pushing me to say anything about the dream that woke us both up.

I didn't think I moved that much in my sleep but apparently, I did, enough to wake up Riot and have him wake me up.

'I was kidnapped after the fire,' I started, he just nodded, sitting beside me on the floor where I sat waiting for him to finish the bed.

'I wouldn't say I was physically abused. Charles hit me a couple of times but it was more mental and emotional. He withheld food, made me stand with my face at the wall for hours, kept me in a closet for days.'

'I had a few friends but Raylene, she was like my sister. She was a couple of years older than me but not much and she was Charles' kid. So she was always around. I thought I could trust her.'

"Star..."

His hands were in fists, I knew it was making him upset hearing about it but I just... I couldn't stop now that I had started.

'She would go to him, tell him all my secrets but the biggest thing was when I had gone to her about how much I wanted to leave. I had a plan, I was going to sneak out and run away. I was fast, though they were all shifters, if I left during the night, while he was away I may have a chance.'

'I didn't have a chance but I didn't know that. I thought maybe... just maybe she would help me. Elijah said he was going to help me. I never told her that but he was. She promised to keep, me leaving, a secret but two days later when Charles was due to leave, he stayed instead. I thought he was gone but he wasn't.'

'It wasn't pretty. He had me hand-cuffed to his bed so I couldn't go anywhere and you know what she did?'

"What?"

'She laughed, she came in the next day and laughed at how stupid I was to think I could just leave.'

************

I was pulled from the memory when Riot pulled on my hand as the truck pulled to a stop.

We were at the pack-house finally and I stepped out onto the gravel, Riot opting to park in the driveway this time.

The doctor wanted to see me again for a check-up, just to make sure my levels were all good, I had felt fine since throwing up the other day, honestly, I didn't really feel the withdrawal this time.

I was thankful for that because honestly, how many more times did I need to lose consciousness?

I hadn't shifted either since the mated because I figured I would withdraw at some point and I didn't want to fuck my body up more than it was at this moment.

Riot was steps away from opening the door when it was thrown open and a tall woman ran out, jumping at Riot and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Oh Reggie, I'm so glad I finally get to see you. I heard you were here a few times and I kept missing you."

I looked at Riot, who looked a little caught off guard as he patted the lady back, she backed off a moment later and smiled widely at him and now that I could see her face I noticed that she looked a lot like him, the same nose, eyes, hair colour.

She looked at me for a moment before looking back at Riot and giving a small frown.

"You never told me you found your mate. You're supposed to tell me the big things that happen in your life."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Mom, it's really not that big of a deal."

'Mom?' and suddenly that 'Tik-Tok' song that said 'oh no' a bunch of times started playing in my head.

**********

"Mom?" I said out loud when we talked inside the house, Riot's mom telling us she'd find us after my appointment.

"She normally lives away the pack-house but I guess with Esther's passing she came back, a little late. She's not a bad person, she's just... a lot to handle sometimes. I'm sorry... if I had known she was here..."

"Riot. It's okay."

We walked into the office and Dr. Greg was sat at his desk, he was dressed as he was before, just looking more relaxed this time.

He smiled at us as he stood to shake our hands.

"Ah, good to see you both, Star, how have you been feeling?"

'Fine,' I signed and Riot nudged me in the side, giving me the stink eye before I sighed.

I should have known he wasn't going to translate for me now.

"I'm fine."

The doctor blinked for a moment, obviously caught off guard by me speaking, he tilted his head for a moment before standing up.

"So," he said, clearing his throat.

"We definitely need to talk about this."

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In a Heartbeat - Chapter 13 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

As I traced back my steps toward the cave, I had reached the bottom of one of the many hill areas of the forest when I heard rustling from behind me.

At first, I took it as the wind but when I noticed that the low-lying branches and bushes were eerily still, I picked up the pace, veering to the left where the forest became denser.

I almost played it off as some vermin or bird when I heard distinct growling coming from closer behind me.

I didn't dare risk looking back and sprinting off again, trying to and failing to dodge some of the shrubs in the unfamiliar part of the forest.

Suddenly the forest floor dipped drastically and I didn't have time to brace myself as I stumbled, tumbling down the slope, falling over and over until pain exploded through my side as I collided with a tree.

With my vision blurred and spinning, I tried to mentally check the damage before I heard the growling grow louder and the last bit of adrenaline rushed through me, as I shakily tried to stand and take off again.

I knew eventually my body would probably go into shock but all I could think was that someone, probably from the pack had chased me down to murder me.

I probably made it about thirty feet when a set of teeth clamped down on my neck, effectively pinning me down to the ground.

The fear and sheer size of the wolf was enough to pin me down.

All the shock, pain and anxiety hit me like a truck.

I waited for death to wash over, only for the wolf to release my throat and stare at me in silence.

I didn't dare look up but as soon as I got my bearings and his scent hit me, the fear multiplied tenfold.

"Don't run," Lucas growled.

All I could do was stare at his front paws, exposing my neck as far out as possible in hopes he'd just spare me, knowing full well he could easily kill me and get away with it.

As much as I wanted to run, there was no way I could, with the amount of pain in my right side, I didn't think I could even stand.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he sighed.

'Lies,' I thought.

"I just want to talk."

I didn't even move an inch, hoping he'd just forget it and go back home.

He continued.

"You saved my daughter. Thank you. You didn't have to, yet you saved her. For weeks I couldn't sleep knowing she was out there and I couldn't find her. So thank you, it means a lot," Lucas said.

He waited for my reply but I remained still.

"I know I haven't been the best father to her and I realize now how precious she is. I won't waste this second chance with her. I owe you one."

'You're lucky you even get a second chance,' I thought.

Lucas sighed.

"Look, Simon, I'm sorry. I know you're terrified of me but I really do mean it. I'm not here to hurt you. I just wanted to thank you, sincerely and to warn you."

I frowned, glancing up to risk making eye contact with his sinister orange eyes.

"Warn me?" I said so softly, I feared he didn't hear me.

"You remember Michael? Vince's brother?" he asked.

It took me a while but I did remember him.

He had been kicked out before I had.

It was shortly after Vince had taken on the Alpha role around the time their father died.

They had a massive fight about the title, both claiming that their father's position was theirs for the taking.

From what I remember of what Xavier said when we were young, was that the two never got along and this fight had been the last straw for the brothers.

I nodded, before replying softly.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"He called us a few days ago," Lucas explained.

"He wants revenge."

"For what?"

"Vince killed his mate, a while ago, shortly after you left," he said.

"I'm assuming the severed bond is making Michael go insane."

Lucas was getting on my nerves, I had nothing to do with Michael or his mate.

Did I?

I didn't even know who his mate was.

"What does this have to do with me?" I asked again.

"He wants to kill you," he informed.

"So Vince can experience the same pain of losing a mate."

I frowned.

When I had been in the pack, Lucas and Vince had failed to even acknowledge the bond existed at all.

Vince wanted nothing to do with me and honestly, wanted me dead too.

I think all the Betas did too when they found out that day that I had become a traitor to the pack.

"Why are you warning me, isn't that what Vince wants?" I asked.

"Killing me, I mean."

"Not if it means it'll kill him too."

"What?"

"A severed bond will make Vince go insane, whether he wants to or not, it'll destroy him. It could make him suicidal, depressed or even lead him to a rampage," Lucas continued.

"It's not like we're mated," I muttered.

"And Vince is an Alpha. He's stronger than most wolves, so I doubt killing me would do anything. I'm already dead to him anyways. I don't understand why you're even telling me this, I'm a rogue, a traitor. You're not obligated to tell me anything, remember."

Lucas sighed.

"Your death would be a threat to the pack, to my Alpha, so I do feel obligated to tell you. Besides, I owe you for saving my daughter, so I wanted to warn you about Michael. He's unpredictable and psychotic, so it's best you avoid him at all costs if you value your life."

I nearly scoffed if I hadn't still been petrified of his presence.

He hesitated as if he wanted to say more, before walking away. 

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Worthless - Chapter 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Kade

"Where the hell is Rory?" I yelled, starting to get pissed.

First the bastard gets a hold of my phone and sets 'I'm A Barbie Girl' as my alarm then I get all ready to go but he hasn't even shown up, leaving me waiting for the last four hours. Pacing, I growled, causing Jasper, who was making breakfast, to snicker. I sent him a glare and he raised his hands in defense with a grin. Rory decided to walk in at that moment, still in his pajamas and looking like a zombie. Feeling my glare, he turned to me. It took a moment for him to focus enough to make a coherent sentence.

"Ahh, morning Kade. What are you *yawn* doing up so early?"

"Early? It's past noon Rory."

He paused to glanced at the stove clock.

"Why the fuck are you making breakfast now Jasper?"

Not that I was complaining. I haven't had breakfast yet since I thought I would hunt while patrolling.

"Cause this guy gets up so late but demands breakfast or he won't work."

He shook his head with a sigh.

"If it wasn't for Eric spoiling him I wouldn't."

It was true, Eric did spoil Rory. It wasn't just because they were brothers. Rory, though he could make you want to commit murder at times and suicide during the others, was someone you couldn't hate. He was really easy going and could bring even the most gloomy person into a smile. Everyone saw him as a little brother and even though we were the same age, I did as well.

"Don't lie, you love me," Rory replied cheekily to which Jasper responds by smacking him upside the head.

I watched their exchange with amusement, the anger already flowing out of my body as I dug into the food. You just can't be anything but happy eating Jasper's cooking. Jasper was similar to Rory in the sense that you couldn't dislike either of them. That was where the similarities ended though. Where Rory was loud and bold, Jasper tended to stay quiet, choosing to stay out of the spotlight. Plus, Jasper could cook. Rory on the other hand was forbidden from going into the kitchen unless it was to eat. He was also banned from the armory and garage too due to a couple of 'small' incidents. I literally dragged Rory out after making him get ready. He cussed and squirmed, trying to get away but I won in the end.

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Now we were shifted and running to meet up with Shelby, who was also on patrol duty. I kept glancing at Rory as we ran, making sure he didn't fall behind. It's not like he'd skip out, he was actually a really hard worker once he woke up but he was small compared to me so I had to make sure not to go so fast. Looking at him anyone could see the similarities between him and the Alpha. Like Eric, Rory had dark fur that shown brown when hit with light and had amber eyes. If not for the scent and the size, you couldn't tell them apart.

'Man, I have to fix the roof after patrol,' Rory started to complain.

It was due to a recent firework incident that he swears he wasn't even close to. Seems that Eric decided that fixing it, and doing patrol every other day, was his punishment for almost burning down the house. He was trying to get me to convince Eric to let him off when we caught up to Shelby.

'Hey, guys, right on time,' I sent Rory a glare but he was suddenly super interested in a mushroom.

'Yeah, if I would've known that we didn't have morning patrol I would've slept in.' 

There was an amused twinkle in her eye.

'Well let's get going, we're only doing the east border today and then meet up with Eric.'

After a nudge to Rory, we started at a light run. It took us a little under an hour to patrol the eastern border. It was mainly due to Rory going so slow. He kept complaining about how we teamed up with his brother to kill him.

'Seriously, though. I know I'm hella sexy but that doesn't mean you all have to follow my brother in plotting my downfall. There's enough of Rory for everyone. What is it that I'm supposedly plotting?' Eric suddenly asked as he appeared from behind a group of trees.

'Oh, nothing, just how you want me out of the way because everyone wants my body,' Rory hummed causing Eric to snort.

I was about to tell him that he was full of shit when the wind suddenly shifted. It smelled like the forest but had a strangely sweet twist. Mouth watering, I spun around, intending to follow it to the source.

'Kade, it's nothing to worry about, just a lone wolf,' Eric reassured me.

When I didn't acknowledge that I heard him he and the others followed. My pace quickened as the scent got stronger until eventually the others had to run to keep up. Rory almost collided into me when I stopped suddenly at the edge of a clearing. In the shade opposite of me lay a wolf with a pelt of white and auburn. He turned to look at me, suddenly sensing my presence and I locked gazes with a pair of breath taking eyes that seemed to have every shade of blue in them. His scent invaded me, stirring something I didn't know I had.

'Mate,' I growled.

He shot up suddenly and I realized that I had unconsciously started towards him. I stopped, making sure I wouldn't scare him off. Reaching out to his mind I tried to show that I had no ill intentions, that I wouldn't hurt him because he was my mate. I was shocked when I hit a barrier. Not paying attention to the low growl that emitted from him, I pushed a little, inching forward. I didn't notice him tense up. I didn't give any thought as to why he was crouched down and I sure as hell didn't expect him to lunge.

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Hart and Hunter - Chapter 10 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

Ingrid's hair takes longer than anything rightfully should but when she finally emerges from the salon, beaming with delight, I have to admit she looks good.

I hadn't wasted the three-hour wait, either and had spent most of it seated at a table in the mall's promenade, researching Detective Rian Halloran and fighting the urge to check in with Julian.

"Just be glad I didn't want box braids," she says when I grumble, nonetheless.

"You're lucky extensions don't look good on Wolves."

I laugh... she has a point.

As long as something is a natural part of our body, it will Shift with the rest of us.

Anything artificial stays as it is.

I still remember how hard we'd all laughed the time Sasha, my second youngest sister, tried to Shift after having her nails done.

Her natural nails turned into wolf's claws, the acrylic ones stayed glued on top.

How long a Wolf can forego Shifting... for the sake of fashion or otherwise... depends on the Wolf... personally, I can't go more than a few weeks without the mental release.

Noah rarely Shifts, while Freya loves the freedom of her Wild form.

Ingrid's gone longer than a few months without Shifting plenty of times but at the moment, I know she's more excited to Run than to have fancy hair.

"You hungry?" I ask as I pack up my laptop and gather Ingrid's collection of shopping bags.

"My treat."

"Starving," she groans.

"I could eat a cow."

"Will a burger and fries do? There's a good place nearby."

"You won't judge me if I order a double, will you?"

"No more than I'd judge Monty for ordering the fake meat."

She laughs.

Despite her dainty figure, Ingrid has the appetite of a linebacker, while my brother, Monty bears the dubious distinction of being the only vegetarian werewolf I know.

"Do you miss them? The rest of the Pack?" she asks, as we exit the mall and pass through into the bright sunlight beyond.

I glance at her.

She's more comfortable talking about 'wolf-things' in public than I am and had only laughed when I'd warned her to be more careful.

She says everyone's too absorbed in their own business to pay any attention to the business of other people.

That's probably true... unless their business is other people.

There are few Hunters left these days and it's not something most wolves worry about but I'm just old enough to remember the last days of a time when secrecy and safety went hand in hand.

"Yeah, I miss them," I say, answering her question as we approach the restaurant.

"But it's been almost two decades since I left home. I'm used to being on my own or I was."

"It must suck being an alpha without a Pack," she sighs with mock sympathy.

"I mean, who do you boss around?"

"I have a pack... I have Julian," I whisper, as we enter the burger place and join a small group of people standing in line.

"Yeah but does he listen to you?" she laughs.

"He listens just fine."

"Not the way a Wolf would, though," she counters.

A girl standing ahead of us in line turns and stares at us and I give Ingrid a warning glance.

"No but some wolves don't listen so well, either," I mutter under my breath.

She rolls her eyes but takes the hint and doesn't mention wolves again as we order and find seats to wait for our food.

When our order is up, though and she digs into a huge burger and a tray of fries, she raises the subject once more.

"So when will you start a pack?" she asks.

"Get other wolves to join you here?"

I shrug and take a bite of my burger, giving myself time to think.

"Haven't really planned that far ahead," I say.

"Figure once I've claimed the territory, it'll happen naturally."

"I can't believe you haven't Claimed it yet," Ingrid says, stuffing her mouth with ketchup-drenched fries.

"Or how some other Alpha hasn't. This is prime range."

"I know," I admit.

"It surprised me, too. Before I accepted a job here, I did my research, though. No sense moving someplace where another Alpha would just run me off or force me into a fight I didn't want but there are no Wolves in Spring Lakes. The nearest Pack I know of is up north, near the border with Oregon."

"I wonder why."

"Who knows? I couldn't find any records or other traces but it's not like every town has a..." I catch myself and glance around as I realize Ingrid's casual approach is wearing off on me.

"It's not like every town has a resident werewolf pack," I finish, keeping my voice low.

She snorts.

"It's not like every town has a portal to Faerie nearby, either."

Behind her, a few tables away, the same girl who'd been staring at us in line is staring at us again.

She looks to be about six or seven years old.

The woman she's with... presumably her mother... notices and taps the girl's arm, leaning over to whisper something about manners.

The girl says something in return and the woman glances over at us with a flush in her pale cheeks.

Ingrid twists in her seat to see what I'm looking at and the woman's eyes go wide.

Then she smiles with pleased surprise, rises and approaches us.

"Ingrid. Darling, what are you doing here?" she asks.

"Hey, Pauline," Ingrid replies with a grin.

"We're just out shopping for clothes. You?"

"Same. I swear Savannah's outgrowing things as fast as I can buy them for her," she laughs and casts her daughter a fond look.

I notice that she's well-dressed, with styled hair and a manicure and the bags she carries are from expensive stores.

Ingrid self-consciously toes her own shopping bags a little further under the table.

"Is this your beau?" the woman asks, turning her attention to me.

Ingrid barks a laugh that turns heads.

"Oh my God, no. This is my big brother, Dane. The one I told you about. Dane, this is Pauline. She plays first violin."

"Nice to meet you."

I nod but don't offer to shake her hand, given I've just been eating with mine.

Her smile falters.

"Dane Hunter?"

"That's me."

"Oh, it's... well, it's nice to meet you."

Her smile recovers but not completely.

"I think you know my brother."

I keep a neutral expression despite the sinking feeling in my gut, which has nothing to do with the greasy burger I just ate.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Derek's... mentioned you once or twice."

"Yeah, well..." I settle back in my seat.

"We haven't worked together in a while."

She gives me a tight smile and turns back to Ingrid.

While the two chat about orchestra practice, I give in to the urge to check my cell-phone and feel a shot of adrenaline as I see I've missed a call and an urgent text from Julian.

Both came in mere minutes before.

I tap out a quick reply that I'm on my way and hit send.

"We need to go," I say, interrupting the conversation.

"Something's come up."

Pauline frowns at me.

"Well, Savannah has ballet at four, so we'd better be going as well. I'll see you at practice, Ingrid."

"See you," Ingrid waves as the two depart, then turns back to me.

"What's up?"

"Julian found something," I say as I rise and gather our things.

"I gotta get back."

Ingrid dumps our garbage in the nearest trashcan and joins me outside.

"What was that weirdness about with Pauline?" she asks.

I scrub my hand over my hair and sigh.

I don't want to complicate things for Ingrid but if Erickson is determined to cause trouble and Ingrid's already in with his sister's crowd, she deserves to know the score.

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🌟 || How about a round for Chloe? C:

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟

I've talked about this one before, but the reason Chloe addresses men by their last names is a sort of respect thing. She knows she's in a position where she's not likely to gain a lot of respect from other people in her field, particularly knights, so even though she knows she'll be looked down on she still tries to maintain that level of respect to some degree. The only exception she tends to make is if she doesn't know their last name, for example Jay having no last name. She also tends to alternate between addressing Senel by his name and by his last name. This could be due to how close she feels to him, though.

When Chloe learned she was an iron eren, there wasn't a lot that was done about it. Her parents felt like she wouldn't need to make use of her skills in that field, since they planned on having her take over as head of the house when they passed, so focused instead on noble lessons. She agreed with them at the time, but understandably chose to take up the sword after everything she knew was flipped on its head.

After the events of the game, Chloe does eventually get an actual house to stay in back in Werites Beacon instead of staying in the hospital's spare room. She also makes fewer and fewer trips to the mainland, having less and less reason to set foot in Gadoria as she moves on from her past. Now and then she'll still return to her homeland, mostly to visit her parents' graves, but the Legacy is her home. She's content enough with that.

Even after the events of her character quest, Chloe still harbors feelings for Senel. She isn't sure if he feels the same way about her, but she can't deny she still has a crush on him.

She also still harbors guilt over what happened between her and Senel in the graveyard during her character quest. She knows Senel doesn't hold it against her, but the guilt of hurting him still lingers at the back of her mind. She's trying to forgive herself, though, considering at the time she was fueled by a lot of feelings related to her past. Besides, if Senel forgives her and is still willing to trust her then she should be able to try and forgive herself. Right?

Chloe does want to eventually learn how to swim. It's still something she considers one of her biggest weaknesses, and it's something she wants to overcome so she can just grow in general. She has considered the idea of asking Senel for lessons, but hasn't gone through with asking yet. (I think there's a Legendia audio drama or something that makes this canon but I haven't found it so maybe something for a future thread we'll see)

Honestly, Chloe does prefer her hair short. Her decision to cut her hair before training to try and become a knight was partly made out of a desire to change. It also was partly a tactical decision, to prevent herself from potentially having her hair be something opponents could take advantage of. She grew used to having her hair short, though, and so keeps it that way. These days, she can't imagine herself with long hair in general.

Had things actually worked out and she'd been able to take over the Valens household without the trauma, she could have made a good head of the house. She was practically raised of it. Because of the circumstances of everything, though... yeah, a twelve year old was never meant to take over a noble household all by herself.

She still somewhat resents the nobility of Gadoria for not stepping in to try and help her when she needed it the most. It's a part of her reason for eventually deciding to go to her homeland less and less. They turned their backs on her and mocked her when she was at her lowest point. Though she wouldn't say she wishes any ill will upon them, she can't ever look at the nobility back home the same way she did when she was a child. Part of her is glad she isn't a part of that world anymore.

Sword Rain: Alpha is Chloe's favorite arte. It just gets the job done and feels satisfying to use.

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*Warning Adult Content*

HE ACCEPTS THIS - Chapter 22

Len

Adyen and I were resting by the kitchen island as we watched Leigh take out mugs as her espresso machine had a seizure on the kitchen counter.

I smiled when she went over to unplug it, remembering her and Georgiou arguing over how old the damn thing was.

Leigh wasn't a hoarder or anything but she had attachments to her things and found a hard time letting any of them go.     

"How much?" she asked from her position standing at the counter.

Adyen and I both looked over to find her holding both cups under the taps of the espresso machine.

Most of the snow had melted off and winter was coming to a proper end but it was still chill enough for hot drinks.  

"Just half the mug," I said before turning to look at Adyen.     

"Full," he said, running his fingers through his curls.

Leigh nodded, doing as she was told before bringing over both mugs to the kitchen island.

She grabbed a cup for herself too and soon we were all sitting on high stools around the off-white marble island.     

"So," she started, dropping her cup before looking from me to Adyen.

"What's this thing you wanted to talk about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the both of us.     

We both started fidgeting, letting our eyes fall so that we didn't look her in the eye.

Adyen had said talking to Leigh would be fine,and I had comforted him by repeating those words back to him but now here we were, both quiet like school children that had to own up to doing something bad.     

"Should I be worried?" Leigh asked, making me look up and lock eyes with her.

She raised one of her full brows at me, twisting her lips that were bright with red lipstick. 

"No." I shook my head and Adyen did the same.   

"It's just a bit difficult to figure out where to start, that's all," Adyen explained.

I'm sure his heart was racing... also his mind.

It was a lot to explain and I was sure he was beyond nervous. 

"Remember that wolf that used to give Georgiou a lot of shit?" I asked and Leigh's brow rose even higher.     

"The young Alpha?" she asked, and I nodded.

"I haven't seen him or his pack in a long time," she paused, taking a sip of her expresso.

"Good riddance," she muttered against the ceramic cup.

Her words didn't make Adyen feel any better.

I felt him grab my free hand under the kitchen island and I gave it a squeeze before looking back at Leigh.     

I understood why Leigh was mad.

Her husband had been very stressed about the issue and the pack, in general, had been worked up since a lot of them were low ranking and couldn't handle the conflict that seemed to be coming their way. 

"Err..." I started, not sure how to go from here.

"The thing is..." I paused, rubbing the back of my neck before pushing hair out of my face.     

"So, his name is Naylan," I said instead, trying an introductory approach.     

"Naylan?" Leigh repeated cocking her head to the side.

"Why are you telling me this? How do you even know this?"   

"He's my brother."

My eyes went wide open and so did Leigh's.

We both turned our attention to Adyen.

His face was red and that meant he must have been nervous because colors weren't something you saw so clearly on darker skin.   

"I've been talking to him for a few months now. His pack is out by the borders near the abandoned city section, so that's why you don't have them causing trouble anymore," Adyen explained.

He stopped talking for a bit, before blinking.

"Sorry," he said, although I wasn't sure what he was apologizing for.

The kitchen became silent again and we both watched Leigh as she picked up her expresso again to take a sip.

"Well," she said, dropping her cup.

"That was something, I guess," she added, still trying to find her words. 

"Does Georgiou know about this yet?" she asked and we both shook our heads. 

"Oh, so you told me first?"

She seemed surprised.   

Adyen shrugged.

"I felt that you would understand better."

Leigh gave him a weak smile in response.     

"You're right, Georgiou might lose his mind," she said, startling Adyen and making him flinch.

"It's alright, I'll be there with you when you tell him," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder before letting go.     

"My brother wants to apologize," Adyen added.

"He also wants to talk about the stolen stuff, if you'll let him pay for it."     

It seemed Adyen was trying to help his brother make peace.

Leigh just blinked, raising her hands.

"I can't do all that when we talk to Georgiou and the rest, alright?" she said and Adyen sat back, nodding his head.   

"So," she started.

"You found your brother. Is this a good or bad thing? Are you getting along?" she asked, moving the conversation forward.     

"Good," Adyen said in a small voice and Leigh smiled, humming. 

"That's all I need to know," she muttered, drumming her fingers on the kitchen island's surface.

"How are both of you doing, by the way, things were a bit shaky but it seems to be getting better."   

The look she gave both of us made my face grow warm.

I knew what she was talking about.

After Adyen found out that we were mates I had gone straight to Leigh for advice and it seems Leigh had a good talk with Adyen too because he seemed more fidgety than usual.     

"I'm still not sure of what you know or don't know, so I'm waiting for Len to give me clues here before I open my big mouth," she said, making Adyen lookup.

I raised a brow, wondering if he had asked her if I was hiding anything from him.

Adyen shrugged.

"I don't know," he sighed and I just looked down at my hands. 

"I don't think there's anything important I'm keeping from him," I said but my shaky voice betrayed that I wasn't too sure of myself.

I haven't handled the whole situation properly and Adyen going on to figure things out without consulting me had been stuff that had thrown me out of the loop, so I couldn't keep up.   

"Nothing important?" Leigh asked, and I nodded after some hesitation.   

The kitchen went silent for a bit and all I could hear was everyone else's breathing as we seemed to wait for someone to speak up first. 

"So, have you marked each other yet?" Leigh asked, making me look up at her.     

"No," I sighed, looking over at Adyen who seemed too confused to answer the question.

"I don't think Adyen can mark me at all, so I didn't bother bringing it up..." I trailed, hoping that Adyen didn't think this was something top secret or anything.   

"Well, he could try," Leigh said, resting her head on her palm.

"Do you know what marking is?" she asked, looking over at Adyen who was just watching us. 

"No, not really," he said, pouting. 

'Yeah, he seemed annoyed.'     

"Well, it's like a mating ritual of some sort. You mark the other person so other wolves can smell that they're I'm yours."

The idea Leigh was communicating seemed to make Adyen embarrassed.

His cheeks flushed and he avoided eye contact with me when I tried to look into his eyes.     

"How does marking work then? Is it like a marriage thing because if it is, I'm not sure..."     

Leigh chuckled, cutting Adyen off.

"Yes but not really. It's like err..." she trailed, trying to find the human equivalent.

"A promise ring? I don't know."     

Adyen seemed to understand.

He sat up, looking over at me as Leigh continued to talk.     

"You're supposed to bite the other person with your canines. It'll heal but leave behind a mark," Leigh explained.     

"I doubt that I can leave any mark on Len," Adyen said, chucking a bit.

I wondered what was so funny.

"Maybe a hickey if he wants."

He laughed again and my hand instinctively went to cover my neck as my face warmed up.   

 "We shouldn't just do it at all," I rambled.

"I could kill you with a bite. You know that, right? It's not a thing to joke about," I went on, explaining that me biting him was far from a good idea.

Recessive wolves didn't have the fast healing properties that full blood werewolves did or at least that's what I thought.   

I've never seen a mark on Leigh either, so I doubted she had one.

Why did she bring this up?

Why did Naylan bring this up? 

I blinked when Adyen reached out to squeeze my shoulder.

"Relax," he said in a soft voice.     

"Sorry," I muttered, trying to shake off my feeling of being flustered.   

"Well, Georgiou bit me..." Leigh trailed, reaching to push the necklaces she had on up so that I could see the faint but raised keloid scar that was running through her chest.

"It doesn't have the same effect as a dual one... as in, no one's really going to get the 'you're mine' smell but I think it's the thought that counts," Leigh said, smiling fondly.     

I winced at the thought of how painful that must have been.

The keloid scars weren't pretty and the fact that it healed that way was a testament to the fact that it took forever to close up.

"That looks like it was...." 

"Painful?" she asked, finishing my sentence for me. 

I shut my mouth, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah..."     

She smiled.

"It was but if you guys want to do it, I just wanted to put it out there that it's an option," she said, looking from me to Adyen before getting up.     

"Well, that was a nice talk but if you don't mind I'll have to go think about the best way to break the news you shared with me to Georgiou," she said before leaving the both of us alone in the Kitchen. 

We sat in silence for a while until Adyen spoke up. 

"What do you think?"

"About what?" I asked. 

"The marking thing," Adyen offered.   

My face warmed up.

"I don't k-know. You know, I d-don't care very much," I stuttered.

Of course, I knew. The mention of it made my wolf stir.

Werewolves would always love to mark and claim territory and property but I wasn't sure I wanted to explain that possessiveness... that very codependent like nature of werewolves that was one in human circles, a bad thing.

I wanted to give Adyen a normal everyday relationship.

We didn't need all that creepy obsessive stuff if he didn't want it. 

"Hey," Adyen said after humming to himself for a while.

"I still haven't seen your wolf. Can you show your canines without them?" he asked, still in awe of the concept of marking.     

"I can use them without fully transforming..." I trailed and he bounced in his seat in a way that made his curly hair stand up.   

"Really?" he asked, pulling his chest closer as his eyes drifted to my lips.

"Can I see?"     

My heart was pounding but I wanted to show him. I really did.

It was a weird yearning from the pit of my stomach... burning up my chest and throat.

My wolf was pacing.     

"S-sure," I stuttered, starting to feel a bit shy.

I opened my mouth, starting to feel my eyes water as my vision shifted and my jaw ached as it shapes itself to accommodate the elongated canines.     

"They look great," he seemed excited, he raised a finger, as if deciding if it was safe to touch it before putting it down.

"Your eyes are yellow now..." he trailed. 

"Y-yes."

It was uncomfortable talking like this but I didn't mind.

Adyen was going on and on about how cool it was but my mind zoned his words out, giving most of my attention to the rise and fall of his voice.

How he sounded in detail.

This was the first time I was allowing a little bit of myself show like this... it was the first time I could see him the best, hear him the best, smell him the best... all because of the partial transform. 

"Hey, are you listening to me?"     

I blinked, realizing that he was now holding my face in his hands.

"You leaned in too close," he muttered but didn't let go.

His eyes softened and his eyes fell to my lips again.

"Kissing you now is safe, right?" he asked.   

"Yeah..." I said, trying to calm my racing heart.

He smiled at me, before leaning in to press a kiss to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he didn't jump away as I had expected.

He just kept kissing me.

When I moved my hand over his back, he winced at the feeling of my claws but he didn't stop kissing me.   

Here I was, as close as I've ever been to showing Adyen that this wasn't some television drama or storybook.

I was showing him that werewolves were far from human and he was still here, kissing me and moaning into my mouth. 

He accepted me... fully and the knowledge filled me with relief. 

What had I been afraid of?

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Wenclair - Mine - Chapter 2

(Shorter chapter this time)

Wednesday would usually be quite content to leave the conversation there but everything had built up over some time now and her detective nature kicked in.

So in the spirit of uncovering mysteries she was finally ready to question Enid relentlessly on her recent behaviours and uncover the mystery that is Enid Sinclair

....

"Enid" The raven haired girl was about to press the girl on the matter at hand but she was harshly interrupted.

"Wednesday if you haven't noticed, since you know you're not a big observer of social cues, I'm kind of doing a whole quiet lonely emotional moment thing here so as much as I appreciate your lovely background music to my alone time, I'd rather not talk" Enid's usual energetic energy was clearly not present at the moment but this was even more of a reason for Wednesday not to take the girls advice.

She breathed in deeply, very aware of what she was about to do, and deciding to do it anyway

"Fine you don't have to talk just listen" she stated bluntly.

"Wednesd-"

"Listen." Her friends cold expression and authoritative voice caused Enid to choke on her words.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly urging Enid to answer her. But her voice betrayed her and the most she could muster up was a little fast paced head nod. She stared into the girls dark eyes and she saw ... Well not nothing... She saw something.

"When I first met you I instantly disliked you" Wednesday began

"oh" Enid looked down at her feet immediately regretting letting Wednesday talk.

" I thought you didn't want to speak" Wednesday raised her eyebrow challenging the girl.

Enid nodded her head again oddly submissive for the creature that she was. Yet Wednesday knew that Enid was far from an Alpha she still expected some kind of pushback from her.

"I feel the need to survey the fact that that is no longer true" Enid let a small smile sneak it's way across her lips and Wednesday noticed this "You are now ..." She paused trying to find the correct words "tolerable" she decided. As much as it pained Wednesday to see her best friend upset it would be excruciatingly painful for her if she were to show too much of that towards the girl. Weakness. Such a foolish ordeal she thought to herself.

"Gee thanks" Enid scoffed. Mission accomplished.

"Sinclair." She scolded having been interrupted again.

"Sorry" she looked at her feet, stepping back, fiddling with her hands picking at her nails nervously, needing not to be near the girl who caused her to act so submissively .

Wednesday practically growled in frustration " What is wrong with you? Is it me?" She asked " You're sad you're never sad it's unnatural and it's throwing off our balance" She complained. For the first time unable to keep a perfectly cold dead stare upon her face.

"Our balance?" Enid asked rather giddy at the idea of Wednesday referring to them as 'Our'.

"Careful" Wednesday raised her hand and again Enid retreated. But this time it brought no joy to the corrupt girl.

"This is what I'm talking about Sinclair" she turned away "Where's your fire? Why aren't you fighting me? That's what we do. You challenge me. I find it..." She paused again racking her brain for the right word "exhilarating" She admitted.

"Oh my god" Enid exclaimed happily "you're confessing that you like being with me?" It seemed natural for her to find the positive spin on everything Wednesday was saying.

"I like fighting with you" she corrected "Keeps me on my toes" she explained.

" Why do you care if something is wrong with me" Enid asked ignoring her rebuttal.

"I don't care" Wednesday straightened her jacket and raised her chin bringing forth her usual lifeless expression.

"Yes you dooooo" Enid practically sang in a sing songy voice. Enid felt things for Wednesday that she couldn't explain. And every so often she saw a flash of something in Wednesday that caused her to believe she felt the same. However, her sinister roommate was probably the hardest person on the entire planet to read or get to open up even a small bit. She could be monumentally wrong about the situation which meant it would go ignored for the rest of her existence.

"No." She stared at her counterpart "I'm just curious, it's the writer in me" she defended. Case and point Enid thought to herself.

"Whatever Wednesday" the tension died down and Enid turned away from her again trying to ignore the other girl since it was clear she was going to push her over the edge.

Her thoughts hadn't returned to her inevitable lifetime of loneliness she was going to feel and instead she was plagued by images of Wednesday. Sure the girl listened to her, helped her out whenever she needed, only let Enid look at her directly in the- wow. It was only just occuring to Enid that Wednesday "I don't give a fuck about anyone" Addams seemed to have a soft spot for her. She did whatever Enid wanted, not without resistance, but still. This made her wonder if anyone else had this privilege or if this was how the girl was with everyone one on one and the rest of the time she just wanted to maintain the outward appearance of unapproachable. God this was complicated.

A few minutes past but Wednesday didn't move. She remained still with a straight back staring at the blonde curls on the werewolf girl.

"I can feel you staring" Enid finally spoke without looking back at Wednesday. A smirk played on Wednesdays lips. Even she noticed the parallel and it made for a perfect scene in her novel she thought to herself.

"Good" she responded, quite comfortable in this uncomfortable silence between the two. The Blonde haired girl didn't need to turn around to know that Wednesday hadn't moved.

"So stop?" Enid told her but it came out as more of a question.

"Why? " There was that curious writer kicking in again.

"Because it's weird Wednesday" she furrowed her brow still not looking at her. "You're weird Wednesday" she declared rather strongly.

The darker haired girl walked up to the balcony and stood by Enid who was still currently staring at the sky her elbow resting on the cold concrete of the ledge.

"I assure you the feeling is incredibly mutual" she looked at the sky following the eyeline of Enid. And both the girls couldn't help but smile slightly.

"It's the full moon Tonight" Wednesday observed ruining the moment of course "The blood red moon in fact" she turned to stare at Enid's side profile "That must be why you're out here immersed in your own miserable thoughts" She concluded.

"You cracked the case detective Addams" Enid huffed pushing herself of the wall and turning to retreat back inside.

She had almost made it to the window when she heard

"I wasn't finished" a slight touch of anger slipping into Wednesday's usual monotone.

"Well I am. I'm done Wednesday" she looked back "Believe me talking about it right now is not making it better in the slightest" She pushed on her window and ducked her head to jump inside the room.

But she was stopped by an oddly soft yet harsh grip on her hand. Enid felt sparks. An electric shock pulsating throughout her veins, her eyes went wide, her stomach felt like there was a group of mini acrobats jumping around inside her and her whole body had goosebumps travelling across it in less than half a second.

Wednesday had grabbed her hand. This was the most physical contact she had ever felt from her touch phobic friend. It affected Enid on another level. In fact it freaked her out completely. It did anything but keep her calm and now she was absolutely speechless.

She managed to looked back confused, but Wednesday didn't flinch and didn't make any attempt to let go of her. Enid collected her thoughts when Wednesday pulled the girl back out on the concrete floor towards her.

They were so close. Enid had lost her balance on one foot and nearly crashed into Wednesday but the other girl held her steady with ease, still holding her hand. They stared at eachother for a moment, neither one knowing what to do or how to feel, thier cold breath lightly brushing across each others features.

Wednesday was almost as taken aback as Enid. She had no idea why but she felt the need to stay connected to the blonde girl but she has learnt to listen to her guy when it is trying to tell her something. Her outward appearance remained stale which was not the easiest to do considering Wednesday was feeling something she had never felt before. The closest feeling she could compare it to was her everlasting Nausea but this felt like... Was she NERVOUS?!

Wednesday knew how she felt about Enid in fact she was continuously angry with her own brain betraying her when it came to feeling anything for her. But what she thought was a budding friendship was becoming more and more to her everyday and that was enough to make Wednesday run for the hills.

Neither of them wanted to move from their current position but they were also both internally battling their emotions in their heads and if they stared any longer without doing or saying anything it was going to get weird. Fast.

Why couldn't they speak.This wasn't happening. One of them had to break the silence.

Wednesday gathered her own thoughts first before replying

"I said I wasn't finished." Wednesday repeated, taking a light breath in