#horse girl omega

[blackseafoam]

More Bad Batch x Red Dead AU 🐴

“Heels down, Omega!”

Riding lesson with Tech

[isurrendertoclones]

I accidentally pictured Omega offering Crosshair food on her palm and I had to pause because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t hear the TV

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 10, 2024; #378.

Shop Regulars: “Mischief”

CNTS: “I Won’t Work For You”

Science Man: “Brazilian Napkins”

Purple Eternal: “King Sonic”

Judges: “The House Always Wins”

Motorbike: “Throttle”

Brandy: “Rent Quest”

Bermuda Squares: “Basement (Funbois)”

Mad Doctors, The: “Lord Of Garbage”

Tube Alloys: “Mall Trollers”

Abi Ooze: “I.D.W.” (demo)

Feels: “Bitched”

Upchuck: “Freaky”

Boo-Tikis, The: “Purple Skies”

Happy Body: “Do You Wanna’ Be Mine”

Theee Retail Simps: “Jumpin’ Jack Off”

Billiam: “Where Is Jackson Reid Briggs”

Stomachmouths: “Don’t Mess With My Mind”

Memo PST: “Platform Damage”

Glazer: “Fan Of Violence”

Nag: “Frozen Dirts”

Warish: “S.H.M. (Second Hand Misery)”

Turin Horse, The: “Blissed Out”

Dog Date: “Cruel World Reversal”

Lysol: “Grease Paint”

Dirt Sucker: “Soil Psyop”

Consensus Madness: “Confined”

Delco MF’s: “MF Stomp”

Citric Dummies: “Tubing Down A River of Anxiety”

Ex Everything: “Slow Change Will Pull Us Apart”

Girls In Synthesis: “Sublimation”

Quietus: “La Gestation De L'Hippocampe”

St. Pierre Snake Invasion: “Things to Do In Denbigh When You’re Dead”

Sprain: “We Think So Ill Of You”

Cafe Racer: “Cannonball”

Nots: “Fluorescent Sunset”

Intercourse: “New England Bitters”

Oozing Wound: “Midlife Crisis Actor”

Wipes: “Forget The Minions”

Crows: “Slowly Seperate”

Day Job: “Dry”

Fucked Up: “Dry”

Space Camp: “Violets”

Suntouch House: “Staring Contest”

Easy Prey: “The Outcome, Not The Influence”

Jungbluth: “Charades”

Desperate Living: “If You”

Kulk: “Beyond Gone”

Force Camera: “Temple / Bus Stop”

Less: “Substance”

Major garage and noise rock.

[slamophile]

rebel omega: *looking at this random twi'lek and something starts feeling oddly familiar* hey are you that weird pilot girl i met ages ago?

hera: hold my FUCKING horses, chopper.

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of August. We really hope you enjoy this list and that you give these fics a lot of love. Happy reading!

1) Louis Confess | Explicit | 1,667 words

Louis always liked Harry, when he sees himself desperate for him, he decides to tell everything.

2) No Turning Back Now | Not Rated | 2,256 words

“Let’s go to New York City, Lou! A fun getaway with lots to do.” Louis nearly choked on his water and shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.” Niall frowned. “But we talk about it all the time. You don’t want to go see it in person?” Louis pointed a finger at his friend and corrected him. “You talk about it all the time. I’m pretty sure I just smile and nod at what you’re saying until I fall asleep.”

3) The Mundane Reminded Me Of You | Explicit | 3,185 words

Things between Harry and Louis have been tense since Louis confessed having feelings for Harry. Harry has been telling him that he’s not interested, but keeps giving Louis mixed signals. When Louis tries to understand what those mixed signals are, Harry just keeps acting avoidant and refuses to answer Louis’ questions. Niall, who is close with both of them, decided to get involved to try to help, but just ended up making things worse. Now, Louis has cut them off both. Niall keeps trying to reach out to Louis, but Louis doesn’t want to hear anything about it. With One Direction being on their Midnight Memories tour, everyone has been feeling that tension and no one knows what to do about it. One day, Harry has had enough and decides to confront Louis about how he’s been treating Niall.

4) Give Me That Adrenaline| Explicit | 4,636 words

It's the 80s, Louis works in a sex shop and it's one of those boring days... until, yes... until Harry enters the shop in all his glory...

5) Symphony | Teen & Up | 4,981 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

In the peaceful countryside, Harry Styles is a hardworking farmer who’s all about keeping things running smoothly on his farm. But when a routine check on his crops leads to a nasty fall from his horse, Harry finds himself seriously injured. Determined not to worry his pregnant omega, Louis, he stubbornly drives himself to the hospital, knowing full well that Louis would be frantic if he found out. Meanwhile, Louis gets a call that sends him into a panic—Harry’s in the hospital. Rushing to his side, Louis is a mix of anger and worry, not sure whether to scold Harry or hug him. As they reunite, the two navigate their emotions, and despite the scare, their bond only deepens, proving that together, they can handle anything life throws at them.

6) Desire | Explicit | 6,123 words

Louis Tomlinson is a teacher at a secondary school in London. He loves his job and the students he teaches. He’s been teaching Maths at the school for 3 years now. Before this school, he taught at a school with younger kids In his hometown of Doncaster for a year. Louis left his mum, step dad, and younger stepbrother, Harry, behind in Doncaster. Today Louis received a call from his mum that she and his step dad are having struggles in their marriage and need him to take Harry in for a while because she cant deal with a teenage boy right now. This is not news to him. Since their parents married, they have had a very rocky relationship. Louis and Harry have always been a kind of close that few could understand even them sometimes. They were always tactile and loving towards one another in and out of the public eye. The last ten months have been nothing more than daily text and calls between the boys. Louis being older than Harry and gay always knew it was much more than just a brotherly bond or a bond over a troubled and tumultuous home life. Part of leaving home was Louis’ way of putting a healthy distance between them so Harry could find a nice girl and have the chance at a normal life.

7) The Sacrifices of Righteousness | Explicit | 6,989 words

Priest Harry eats Louis out and then fucks him on the altar in the Sanctuary of the Church

8) Home Is Nest to You | Teen & Up | 7,340words

Being an omega, Louis was well accustomed to nesting. He had lost count of the number of times he'd nested throughout his life. But, there were five times in particular that he'd never forget.

9) I Want Nothing But You Beside Me | Explicit | 10,168 words

Louis is an omega cam boy, desperate to be fucked by a real alpha. When he ends up in heat, he goes live and begs his favourite viewer to come and knot him.

10) Consumed By All These Yesterdays | Explicit | 10,159 words

“I love you too, by the way,” Louis said in his arms. “And I will love you next summer, and the summer after that, and for every summer we have together for the rest of our lives.” “And I will love you more.” Louis would leave Harry’s summer home two days later, and it would become the fifth consecutive year that they would drift apart through fall and winter, but Harry wasn’t afraid. They always had the summer time and without a doubt it would inevitably bring them back together.

11) Bad Logic | Explicit | 14,108 words

Louis tried to tell Harry he was interested in him years ago. When a misunderstanding occurs, leading to a 5 year long feud, can they finally figure each other out?

12) Given Half A Chance | Explicit | 15,226 words

Louis commits suicide and Harry does everything to get him back.

13) Miracles At Sunsets | Teen & Up | 16,351 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

Harry and Louis are best friends bound by years of shared memories, but their relationship is complicated by a tangle of unspoken emotions. Harry, an Alpha, is deeply in love with Louis, an Omega, but fears revealing his true feelings might shatter the friendship they’ve built. When Harry decides it’s time to settle down and start a new chapter in his life, he turns to Louis, an interior designer, for help in finding the perfect home. What begins as a light-hearted search for a house soon becomes a journey of self-discovery and emotional upheaval. As they explore potential homes, their bond is tested by the growing tension between what is said and what remains hidden. Can Harry find the courage to reveal his heart, or will their unspoken desires tear them apart?

14) Home Is Wherever I'm With You | Explicit | 20,742 words

Louis' life is changed drastically when he is dragged off to the bathroom by his biggest crush.....his college professor.

15) Porcupine | Explicit | 82,250 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

Louis, a broke omega librarian, finds his quiet life in Vienna turned upside down when he meets a charming four-year-old boy named Venus, who insists that Louis is his "Mama." When Venus's father, Harry—a powerful and dangerous mafia leader—offers Louis a lucrative job as the boy's full-time nanny, Louis steps into a world where love and danger are deeply intertwined. As Louis grows closer to Harry and Venus, he discovers the perilous secrets of Harry's underworld life. Their unexpected connection sparks a passionate romance, but with Harry's enemies closing in, Louis must navigate a treacherous path where his heart and life are at risk. This is a thrilling tale of love, danger, and the irresistible pull of two souls drawn together against all odds.

16) Brat Camp | Explicit | 93,099 words

Bratty sub Louis Tomlinson gets sent to ‘Brat Camp’. Dom Harry Styles is the Counsellor assigned to him, tasked with correcting his attitude and behaviour.

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[scoobydoodean]

I was wondering if you, as a Dean fan have opinions about the different writers? Mostly because I see a lot of Dean fans really strongly dislike Dabb for some reason and I don’t really understand why. I’ve never seen a concrete explanation beyond “he can’t write Dean/doesn’t understand Dean/actively hates Dean” but with no examples as to what he does that’s so bad. And I see this in every shipping lane. I don’t have a strong opinion about him as a writer one way or the other.

I'm exploring this more as I rewatch the show (currently on season 6) so I'll speak mainly from that perspective on my most recent thoughts. I am not a big fan of Dabb or Loflin, but have tried to be fair about things so far when talking through each episode. I am a fan of "Alpha and Omega"—it's my favorite finale (it's also... a finale for a season Carver started as showrunner? So I don't know what the implications are there as far as storyboarding). Also points for having demon Dean stab a guy through in 10.02.

I'll focus on the negatives you asked about in this post, but in the links you'll find me moving the narrative this way and that toward much more charitable readings... I think. (I do have a tag #dabb disk horse which you can either peruse or blacklist at your leisure). What I can tell you is something almost always strikes me as a off about Dabb/Loflin episodes so far in this rewatch in terms of character work.

Dabb/Loflin's first ever episode was 4.06 "Yellow Fever". In the aftermath, Kripke felt the need to release a definitive interpretation of their episode to the public, stating, "Dean is not a dick... he's a hero." The whole episode toyed with, to an extent, the idea that all the victims of the MotW were bullies. You can take this other directions—for example, queer meta, or meta about Sam as the real bully. However, the story a lot of fandom latched onto was that "Dean is a jerk and deserves to be humiliated and punished for that" which obviously didn't make Dean fans watching live in season 4 happy—and this theme of Jerk!Dean continues into their next episode, "After School Special", where they once again parallel Dean with a bully literally nicknamed "Dirk the Jerk" by Sam, and throw what I think is transparent shade at Kripke's issued statement from before the Christmas break (post here)... or maybe they mean to throw shade at the Dean fans who got angry. In this episode, they also make illusions to Dean wanting to have sex with barely legal high school cheerleaders, which also did not ingratiate them to Deanfans at the time. I said on my last rewatch, "In After School Special, Dean seems more unlike himself than any episode ever in the history of Supernatural up to this point" (post explaining that here). I carry similar sentiments about portions of 5.06 "I Believe The Children Are Our Future". Yes—I am aware of performing Dean meta. I just... feel like they try a little too hard. It feels hamfisted—desperate. To the point it doesn't feel like Dean anymore sometimes. In 5.06, they also have Dean (guy who is generally very protective of kids) suggest to Jesse that he'd be good to have in a fight???? I can see how they got there, but again—it just feels... off. The last episode I rewatched that they authored, 6.04 "Weekend At Bobby's", also leaves a bad taste in my mouth—not in what it's trying to do with Bobby or what it's trying to do on a meta level—but once again, with dialogue from Dean that just makes me think "he would not fucking say that" (post here). I think looking at all of these, you can probably see deangirl ire toward Dabb has a long history. It's been around as long as he's been around, whether he deserves as much ire as he gets or not.

I haven't circled back yet on this rewatch, but Dabb and Loflin also penned season 7's "The Girl Next Door"... do I need to say anything specific? Maybe I'll just link my entire #amy tag. What narrative did they want you to get from that episode? Who the fuck knows. And that's often the problem:

When you watch various episodes I've mentioned, you can work around to a meta that tells you something different than you might at first think the page conveys—something hidden and maybe contradictory. The thing is... you could also... not do that? And that wouldn't be so bad, except that sometimes the two narratives you can most easily grasp completely contradict each other. "After School Special" can be an episode that points to Sam's envy of Dean and John deep down and foreshadows Sam becoming a bully, but on a meta level, it also just as easily says Sam becoming a bully is somehow Dean's fault, and Sam is some poor captive baby. Dean is a creep and a bully and a cheater but we should all coddle him because he saw his mom die when he was a child and he's sooo sad. "Yellow Fever" can be a queer meta story and might also foreshadow approaching Bully!Sam in 4.14, but it also very much does call Dean a jerk (should we take that seriously? should we not?) and implies Dean should be punished for the outcome of three decades of reality-bending torture. Even if it's a queer meta underneath... it's just as easily one about how closeted men should be humiliated for cowardice or how being closeted turns you into an asshole.

Jumping way ahead, I have to mention 15.10 "The Hero's Journey" just because. Yes, it is full of jokes and Garth goodness, but also tries to sell you the story that nothing about Sam and Dean is real, to a degree that feels like you are being flipped the bird for ever watching this show. And again—you can make meta that it's all a ruse! But is it? Or is Dabb actually just telling you to go fuck yourself? Like he totally wasn't when, after the SPN finale when fans were Not Happy™️, he tweeted a sign reading, "Don't feed the baboons"? Yet again—we play into the motif of the "hero" who isn't a hero at all but some pathetic loser who deserves to be publicly humiliated, bookended with Dabb's opening episode in his opening season. I'm not saying that's what it is on purpose—but I am saying you can make these arguments easily, and that leaves me consistently annoyed with Dabb for being fucking sloppy and leaving me to deal with some of the most insufferable meta imaginable that carries little support outside of episodes written by Dabb or the Dabb/Loflin writing team.... Yes—I am in fact saying that Dabb and Loflin's hamfisted episodes (regardless of their intentions) are largely responsible for some of the most insufferable, loathesome fandom metas about Sam and Dean's relationship around.

Look at 5.16 "Dark Side Of The Moon", and 7.08 "Time for A Wedding!" and 8.14 "Trial and Error", 11.17 "Red Meat", and 15.20 "Carry On". Along with 4.13, while they might or might not say something deeper or contradictory on a meta level, on a surface level, every single one of these episodes sows the narrative that Dean is needy and clingy and needs Sam more than Sam needs him—something I intensely disagree with for a multitude of reasons... but I'll just link this. Many of these episodes also follow a surface level narrative of "normal life obsessed Sam" (and here I'll link my entire #sam the hunter tag and #in which sam is not a helpless little waif with his hands cast over his eyes being carried along by the tides of the immutable sea). When I look at this episode list, I also don't find it at all difficult to believe that Dabb wanted Dean to die in the finale. There is nothing at all shocking about that. And yes—you can argue he's pointing to the opposite—that this fate should be subverted and that's what makes 15.20 the dark ending, but I think you can just as easily argue that yes it's a dark ending and yes Dabb has always dreamed of this ending. A "tragic" ending where Dean dies and Sam goes on to have a white picket fence... while also leaving you little hints along the way that maybe it's all a big ruse because how could he not? He never has to explain anything. Someone else will pick up the story and make it make sense. He's already fucked off to piss all over fans of Resident Evil.

That said, when I mention what I feel is off character work, I mainly mention Dabb/Loflin episodes from my recent rewatch, which suffer from the two of them being newer to the series (coming onto the writing team in season 4) and also leave questions about whether, perhaps, they had conflicting ideas about characterization. Was Dabb the one penning these lines? Was it Loflin? Was it both? Did they trade out who took the lead? I didn't really say anything negative about "Sam, Interrupted" or "Jump the Shark"... (though "Sam, Interrupted" also calls Dean "codependent") who wrote those? Is it possible that the messiness of the meta comes down to two writers at war? I have to imagine though, that they got along, or else they wouldn't have written together for four fucking years. If they didn't get along...? My mind always comes back to their first solo episodes, right after splitting up in season 8. Dabb's first solo episode is "Hunteri Heroici"—the only episode to lend any perspective to season 8 Sam's reasons for abandoning everyone—paralleling him checking out with Fred's catatonia, which Sam has to save Fred from. It is the only episode that lends Sam sympathy in the early part of the season. He follows it up with "Trial and Error"—where Sam promises to save Dean from suicidal thoughts. Loflin's first solo episode is what I would regard as the most scathing solo episode commentary on Sam in the entire series—"Citizen Fang". Then he writes again right after Dabb's "Trial and Error"—penning "Remember The Titans" where Sam tells Dean to get over the promise Sam so passionately made in Dabb's episode and face reality.

This is why we're exploring this rewatch.

DISCLAIMER: Now I just devolve into bitching because I'm writing at 3AM. Proceed at your own risk.

It seems like these days, everyone demands an explanation for disliking Dabb (something about some sort of destiel battle... I don't know what that flamewar is and I don't give a damn tbqh.) I guess I've just been wondering what's actually so great about him. Because it feels like people have overcorrected to basically acting like he's god's greatest gift to mankind. People point to how meta his episodes can be, but I think other writers easily best him on that front on multiple occasions (particularly enjoyed by me so far on this rewatch: 3.10 "Dream A Little Dream Of Me", 4.04 "Monster Movie", 4.12 "Criss Angel Is A Douchebag"), and without leaving their meaning so up in the air that you don't even know what the hell they were actually trying to tell you because there are two different completely incongruous narratives you could just as justifiably claim were the intended one. Some people may find that duality praise-worthy. I don't. I find it sloppy—and when I add in mediocre character work, I just land on the side of him being, at the very best, mid.

Add him in as showrunner, you have... at least two of my least favorite seasons (13 and 15). Add that he's a one-trick pony in terms of the Sam and Dean conflicts mentioned above that he continuously rehashes rather than come up with anything new or fresh, and the same conflicts between Dean and Cas being played out until they both die (shut UP I'm not talking about canon destiel as the alternative—I am literally just asking for more diverse conflicts). I can't say I understand what I''m supposed to find so impressive.

(Before anyone so much as breathes this near me, Berens also sucks and I am going to tear off your nose hairs if you start bringing him up as if disliking Dabb for some reason means wearing rose colored glasses about Berens. Berens can eat a whole cactus raw over "The Trap" alone.)

[shrimshrim4fun]

Smile for the camera, dear director~

Background- As we know and love, Deren… she’s a virgin. A pathetic one to say the least. So I present to you…. Showing Deren how to eat you out and fucking you.

Warnings: You probably ain’t gonna read this cause yall Deren fans will will proabably just scroll off but for the others- incudes crying, filming while you fuck ( forgot what it’s called), pet names, and other stuff that I’m gonna forget to add but it’s just gonna be smut in general. Men please don’t interact or anyone that not comfortable :)

Background: Deren as an Alpha sounds a bit weird to be but here’s what I think. Though as an alpha she never fucked an omega before. When her rut comes she hides in her room and just waits for it to end. But after meeting you as her new to behold girlfriend some things changed. It’s not really an alpha x omega dynamic as much but I tried my best. Never wrote shit like this before. Um she does have a dick :)

Deren whines as she rests between you. Your legs around her waist as you both lay on the bed. “Something wrong, dearie” You ask, amused due to you knowing her rut is coming. You have been keeping count of when her rut was due so you knew this was the perfect moment for you to strike. “N-nothing” she mutters softly as she clutches onto the back of your shirt tightly. “Oh are you sure now, you don’t seem ok” you tease as she lets out a small whine. You feel her erection rise up as she lays between your legs. “Oh do you need some help, dearie” you ask as you lift your hips a little so it bumps slightly into you through your clothed pussy. Deren tries to hold in a whine before whimpering “P-please I need it I-i need you” A smirk crosses your lips as you ask “ Then let’s not keep you waiting any longer” you hum before slipping off your shirt. Deren sits up now, though still between your legs seeming like an… eager puppy waiting for its treat. Clipping off your bra and throwing it aside you ask with an amused tone “Like what you, puppy?” She nods eagerly as she looks at you. Though you kept on your panties as you commanded the director to take off her clothes.

“Let’s see how inexperienced you are, eh” you tell her as you pat your leg. “H-huh?” A small yet simple sound that made you giggle. “Come on get on my thigh” you tell her with a small smile. “Oh um yeah” she mumbles as she straddles your thigh. “Ride” you tell her as she blinked at you. You sigh before explaining “Move your hips against my leg, like how cowboys ride horses in movies” She nods and finally understands something as her mind clouds up. Tears still pricking her eyes as she tries to ride your thigh. You giggle at the sight before thinking of something. Deren notices your attention not ok her has a little frown on her face though she still tries to ride your thigh. Her hands grip the sheets tighter as you reach and grab a camera from a drawer before telling her “Look at the camera, dearie” you tell her as a smug smile spreads on your face once again. Her eyes stretch in surprise as she sees the camera. “Are you ok with this?” You ask and she nods quickly. A weak smile on her lips before moaning as you move your thigh. Tears stream down her eyes again as she looks breathless; it hasn’t even been 10 minutes yet. “Y-you won’t p-post online r-right” she asks as she tries to get more stimulation from your thigh. “Of course I won’t, this is for my eyes only, pretty girl” Deren nods before continuing to ride your thigh before sucking in a breath. She moans before cum squirts from her dick. Her breath raged as she tries to recover from her orgasm. “On all fours, director” you tell her as you see her eyes widen. Though she obeys your command as tug your underwear off and speeding your legs in front of her. Her eyes widen as she stares at you from between your legs. “This was a very valuable lesson, I already told you about it, yes?” She nods as she stares at your pussy, never have you seen her concentrate on something this hard before. “Let’s see you what learned” you hum as you lean back against the soft pillows. In an instant Deren arches her back and dive into your pussy. Lapping at your inner folds which makes you moan softly. Her warm tongue then lapping at your clit and sucking on it gently. You moan even louder as you felt her tongue plunge inside you. Your other hand tightly gripping onto her hair as you leaned your head back against the head board of the bed.The arch of her back; a perfection as her nails claw at your thighs. The camera having the best view ( your perspective) of how the famous director was acting like such a whore. Sloppily eating you out as saliva dripped from your thighs and from her mouth. “Oh gosh, gotta cum” you breathe out before having your release on her face. She doesn’t waste a drop like the good puppy she is and continues to eat you out. “Puppy” you call up and Deren instantly perks up. A drunk like smile on her face as she looks at the camera. Probably already forgot you were recording tbh. And a little bit of your cum on the tip of her nose as you giggle slightly.

“You’ve been such a good girl, let me give you a reward. Get on your back” you tell her as she immediately gets on her back next to you. You look at her red erection as it came just from eating you out though you didn’t notice when she came. The camera still in your hand as a small smile of your face. She grips the sheets from under her as she grips the sheets. You lower yourself onto her dick in one smooth motion which caused a moan from both of you, though hers way louder than yours. “Ah-ah p-please move your hips” she whimpers pathetically as she looks up at you. You laugh at her eagerness before starting to move your hips. You pussy clench around her cock as you move your hips. She whimpers and cries out as she gripped tighter to the sheets. Tears started to prick at her eyes again as you went faster. “Ah- fuck” she whines before coming. Filling you up as you were all the way down her dick. She pants before realizing what she did. “I-I’m sor-” “Don’t worry I’m on the pill” you tell her with a warm smile before starting to ride her again. “Augh!” She moans at your sudden movement.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been riding Deren. Tears staining the pillows she was laying on as she came for the 6th time. I sigh before slipping off of her. Cum striping out of your pussy as she whimpers slightly from the loss of the warm sensation around her dick. You lay next to her, both breathless as she already looks knocked out by you. “How was it?” You ask. “Too good I can’t even describe in my scripts” she mumbles as she hugs you closely. You chuckle as you place the camera aside and whisper into her ear “You did so well for me on the camera, dear director.” You laugh at her reaction before running your hand through her hair.

Y’all this isn’t proof read but I hope you enjoy it. I hope the Deren fans don’t just bomb me the next day I wake up but oh well. I hope it’s good proabably never doing alpha x omega it’s too confusing 😓 I hope she’s in character but like yeah that’s it from me. Hope I cooked and y’all are well fed :3

[holylulusworld]

Faking it all (2)

Summary: It’s date time. 

Written for @spnkinkevents SPN Omegaverse Week – Day 7 – Saturday, April 20 - Alpha/Omega for Hire

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, reader was an omega for hire, love-struck Dean, nervous Dean

Words: 700+

Catch up here: Faking it all

A/N: This is the last day of the event and the last story I wrote for it.

SPN Omegaverse Week Masterlist

Dean wrings his hands. He didn’t listen and came to your apartment instead of waiting for you at the restaurant. The alpha tried to act like a gentleman and pick you up.

Now the clock is ticking and he’s waiting patiently outside of your home.

“Y/N, I came here to pick you up. I bought you flowers and all. At the restaurant, you cannot put the flowers anywhere.”

You sigh and open the door. “I told you to wait outside the restaurant for me,” you purse your lips. “You can’t even follow a simple order. This is our first date and you already messed everything up.”

“I came here to offer flowers to you,” Dean grunts. “I thought you’d be impressed because I tried to be romantic. I even booked a fucking horse carriage to drive us through the park after dinner.”

You watch Dean despair. He looks at the flower basket standing next to your doorframe, huffing as he messed up the first date with you.

“I wanted you to wait for me at the restaurant so I can drive home alone. Most alphas want to pick a woman up, believing they get laid after the first date.”

“What? I—” Dean swallows thickly. His cock twitched in interest, but he shakes his head. “I didn’t think of getting laid. I only tried to survive the first date without fucking things over again.”

You cross your arms over your chest, simply watching Dean whine.

“Fine. Get the flowers and call that carriage dude. I won’t spend the night in a carriage. It’s cold, and I’m not in the mood to smell horse poop.”

“Poop?” Dean grins.

“Hurry up and get inside,” you open the door wider, walking with it to let Dean inside. He grasps the flower basket and hurriedly makes his way inside your apartment. “I got pasta, salad, and pie for dessert.”

Dean stops in his tracks to stare at you. “What? You cooked. But why?”

“I knew you’d not listen,” you coo and pat his shoulder. “Take off your shoes and coat and put the flower basket on the sideboard over there.” You point to the sideboard.

“You knew?” He quirks a brow. “How?”

“I knew the alpha hindbrain could not follow orders coming from an omega. And I knew you’re an eager puppy wanting to rub your scent into my stuff.”

His grin widens. Dean chuckles and crouches down to unlace his shoelaces. “I knew you were perfect for me.”

“Slow down and hold the horses,” you poke his back with your index finger. “You didn’t make it through the first date yet.”

“I…I don’t want you to work as an omega for hire any longer. I’ll help you find a better job or do anything to keep you away from other alphas,” he blurs out. “Shit. Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t want to say things like that. I’m not a control freak or try to dominate you.”

“As if I’d let you dominate me," you snort. "No alpha will ever tell me how to live my life."

Dean drops his gaze. He did exactly what he tried not to do. Now he lost the chance to get to know you better and win you over.

“Relax. My business went down the drain long before we met. The new girls did more than go on dates with my clients and ruined my reputation.”

You shrug and grab the flower basket.

“You don’t work as an omega for hire anymore?” Dean follows you hot on your heels. “Really? I mean…are you open to pups and nesting in my home? Maybe we can mate and look for a new home together. I got all these plans and…” He gasps at his words. 

You snort.

“Crap,” Dean curses under his breath. “Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry…again. Please, believe me, I’m usually not like this.”

You smirk.

“I swear!”

“Dean.”

“Yeah?” Dean whispers. He watches you turn around. His eyelashes flutter nervously when you cup his face with both hands.

“If you stop talking now, this can still be a nice evening,” you lean closer to peck his nose. “You should use your brain as a filter before speaking again. I don't need to know that you are planning to breed me like a horny dog.”

He chuckles nervously. It’s like you can see right through his cocky façade. “Okay.”

“Good,” you peck his nose again. “If you can tame your libido and stop saying stupid things, you can eat with me.”

“I promise to not talk about breeding or your job again. I’m an idiot, but not stupid.”

“As long as you’re not like your father,” you nip at his lips, making him purr against you, “we are golden…”

Tags in reblog.

[madhatterbri]

Star-Crossed | Hangman A.P.

Summary: A fic about the time two star-crossed lovers didn't make it and the one time they did.

Author's Note: Bored? Play my newest escape room found here. Also, fair warning, this is sad.

Hangman Adam Page Masterlist

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @hotgirlgraps

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The year was 1865. Despite vowing to never return, Adam Page found himself walking through the fields of Gettysburg. The wind blew through his blonde hair. Despite the calm scenery, he still saw the bodies of comrades scattered amongst the fields.

His boots carried him as memories continued to pour in. Lost in the thoughts of his mind, he didn't notice he was in front of her house until it was too late. His green eyes filled with tears.

Y/N was his first love, his only love. Her family moved to Gettysburg when she was a little girl. When he sent her an urgent letter that war was coming to her, she wouldn't leave. He took a shaky breath and blinked.

Papers after the Battle of Gettysburg reported that their was only one civilian casualty. A girl by the name of Jennie Wade, who was shot by a stray bullet. There was no recollection of his Y/N. It was as if she never existed.

Adam walked into the house. Long abandoned after the owner died, nature was starting to reclaim the house and land. His eyes played tricks on him. All the times they spent in the house together. Adam dropped to his knees and cried.

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The year was 1875. "Hangman" Adam Page was now sheriff in the Wild West. He used the skills picked up in the military to bring lawlessness down in his little town. He was favored heavily by his governor, Tony Khan.

Despite the fact that he was doing good, he made a lot of enemies. Men who would love to hurt him at any cost. He had a group of men to protect him, though. Friends such as the Young Bucks and Kenny Omega to keep things in order.

Adam managed to fall in love again. A dead ringer of his lost Y/N, she made her loss seem almost bearable. She knew all about his lost love. Long and countless nights, he would wake up whimpering. The image of her slain body appeared so real before him.

One night, he came home to the wooden door left open. His friends looked at each other nervously. One of his numerous enemies must have found the hideout. He cursed and jumped off his horse. Revolver in hand, Adam ran inside and stopped. He started to yell no.

Adam dropped to his knees and scooped her in his arms. Tears poured down to her face. There was no surviving this. Even if a doctor was to burst it at any moment. She looked at him as the light left her eyes.

"At least I got to see you one last time,"

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Adam Page made his way through the busy city that was hosting AEW that night. Lost in his phone, he managed to bump into a woman. Their phones dropped on the floor.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention," Y/N sighed and picked up their phones.

"It's on me, darling. I didn't mean to," he stopped when their eyes finally met. The woman had a familiarity with her. Maybe she went to a previous show of his. "Do I know you?"

"Not yet, but I wouldn't mind knowing you," she answered.

Adam smiled, and the two of them started to walk together. Behind them, the ghosts of their past smiled at one another. Maybe this time, they would finally be together.

[eddywoww]

Steve who is a prized duke omega. Steve who has been kept behind glass his entire life. Taught the gamut of skills that his family think are necessary. He spends his youth in etiquette classes, learns to be patient and kind and above all, a good Omega for an Alpha.

He spends all his days learning to cook and sew and be empathetic. His favorite lessons involve taking care of the animals and the children. Healing them, dressing wounds, tending to the sick. He loves taking care of people, of the cows and chickens and dogs.

He’s promised to an Alpha of lesser standing, one that his parents approve. They do everything the correct way. They can’t be seen alone together, their dates are supervised to a T. Steve is polite and sweet and perfect, not a hair out of place. And then the Alpha brings discord and shame into his life by impregnating a younger Omega in the city. Steve is angry, angrier than he’s ever been. Because now it’s his fault and now he’s the problem. What sort of Omega would allow their future Alpha to stray to violently?

Steve loses it, destroying the Alpha’s carriage in the middle of the night. Ripping it to pieces as the betrayal hits him head on. What was all the point to his upbringing, if one man can just ruin it all in a snap?

He’s sent away, a shame to his family. Promised to a lonely Alpha on a farm. A man named Byers. He isn’t dirt poor but he’s not made of the same luxury as Steve’s family. Steve arrives and he notices right away that his time with the Byers family will be ultimately useless. The idiot is deeply in love already, with another Alpha nonetheless. A small girl who visits the farm from a local school to do research on the soil and animals. He’s smitten with her. He looks at her the way that Steve so violently craves.

It isn’t fair for either of them. So despite the fact that the children who visit are very kind, despite the fact that Beta Joyce is incredibly helpful and giving….Steve tries to run.

Only, the horses here are obviously too well trained. He gets thrown the moment he tries to ride one, wincing at the tenderness to his wrist as he pulls himself out of the grass.

“Coulda told you that would happen,” Someone says with amusement, rounding the corner of the stalls and into Steve’s vision. He has pinned back hair, blacker than the night. With eyes to match and a smile made of shark teeth. It fits him. “Are you trying to run away?”

“Is it any of your business?” Steve asks, falling wayward to stare at the sky above. The Alpha won’t let him bask in self pity for long, instead popping his head into Steve’s vision. Chewing on a piece of wheat like a cow or something. Uncouth.

“I’m Eddie,” He says, all friendly and obnoxious. “You smell like lemon pie.”

Steve is offended, more than he has any right to be. He splutters and sits up quick, cheeks pink and hot.

“You blush really pretty too,” He only smiled bigger. “Maybe just ask to ride Gump next time. I won’t say no.”

That’s how he meets Eddie.

Eddie. Stable boy Eddie who smells like mint. Eddie who will one day steal Steve away from Alpha Jonathan. With his small cabin and his pen of chickens and his unrelenting kindness.

Then, maybe then, Steve will learn to be happy.

[blackseafoam]

WIP- omega finally gets her own horse ((and ofc it’s the youngest, craziest pony she can possibly find))

[deejadabbles]

Been seeing a lot of Bad Batch western AU stuff so here's some random thoughts I had, might make some fics based around them eventually.

The boys grew up on a nice little homestead (probably called something like Pabu Creek or something), Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, and Wrecker are all brothers.

Hunter's the oldest and inherited the family's ranch when their folks passed. Has a reputation for never losing his livestock when they get loose, as he's an expert tracker. There was a nasty incident when some poachers tried to steal his horses. No one really knows what happened when Hunter tracked them down.

Wrecker, for a while, just helped with the ranch but he started to take to more farm work the longer he helped their neighbors through rough harvests. One year Hunter used their savings to buy another stretch of land so Wrecker could start his own farm. The whole town pitched in to build his house and barns as a thank-you for everything he's always doing for them (everyone adores Wrecker, even if he is loud as all get-out)

Tech is, of course, the scholar of the family. While he did help on the ranch he much preferred his textbooks. Now he spends his days in his workshop, inventing new ways to improve farm work and the general lives of the town. Often visits the nearest city to sell his inventions and buy new books on any subject he can get his hands on. Everyone thinks he's a bit of a mad scientist.

Crosshair is...the black sheep of the fam. When their parents died Hunter and Cross fought almost constantly. Eventually, he saddled one of the family horses and just...took off in the middle of the night, leaving behind a note that said he needed to find his own path. Hunter wanted to go after him, but Tech convinced him to let him go, that he could only come back when he was ready. Rumor has it that he became a bounty hunter, but they still hope he'll come home someday.

Rex and Echo are their cousins. Both grew up in the city and were drafted into the army when the war broke out. After the war, both men still wanted to be of service, but also wanted a simpler life. So, when the latest letter from their cousin Hunter mentioned that Pabu needed a new sheriff, they took it as a sign.

Rex is the sheriff, well respected and beloved by the whole town. You can see him patrolling the streets and surrounding land at all hours. He checks in on every farm and house in the area regularly to make sure everyone's safe.

Echo is the deputy. However, he has to ignore the looks that linger on his prosthetic arm and leg. Most thank him for the sacrifice he made in the war, but are skeptical of his ability to protect them. Thankfully he knows his own skill and ability to adapt and never wavers in his duty. The town quickly learns they can put their faith in him.

Omega. Oh, this little one. She grew up in a convent after her parents died. She never took to that life well and always daydreamed about adventure and setting out on her own one day.

Unfortunately, that day came when the convent was burnt down. Omega was one of the only survivors and found herself suddenly on her own, alone and scared. She wandered through the forest for days, until she came across a camp of bandits. Thankfully some passers-by heard her screams as she ran from them and intervened.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech were just coming back from a supply run to the city when they found Omega running from some unsavory folk. Folk who...lets just say they rethought their choice to chase the girl when the brothers stepped in. Not sure what to do after that, they brought Omega back to their little town and the rest is history. Hunter finally officially adopted her after a year of her staying with them <3

[godiscommitingtaxfraud]

Art post after god-knows-how-long

This time is the full TH17 cast + Yuuma because she belongs to the rest of these beasts

Eika Ebisu

Leaned more on the Jellyfish motif, making her skin slightly transparent enough to show her bones, she’s grumpy because this is the 34th pile of rocks she’s had to fix due to the MCs topping them over.

Urumi Ushizaki

So I leaned a LOT on the demon cow motif, so much I actually forgot she’s kind of half-half spider too… gonna have to fix in a future lol, there’s a lot on here that I feared doing back in the day, and I’m finally satisfied to have done it.

Kutaka Niwatari

Again, heavy on the beast theme, also her boots don’t have claws, their hers, there’s a lot going on there that I may explain in a future HC post, anyways, also gave her those weird ear things that Mystia has because I started giving that to bird characters lol.

Yachie Kicchou

Added more dragon things, not really it’s just weird shaped ears, also tiny otter earring because having the matriarch have little family jewelry just sounds fun.

Saki Kurokoma

Horse girl, so, those spiky things on her boots are something that cowboys wear too (were I live at least) and seemed like fun decor, but there’s always something off about her pose and her wings when I draw her, it’s like a curse… also Wolf ring lol.

Yuuma Toutetsu

Gremlin, that’s all I added, lies, I added the little Eagle skull pin because why the hell not amirite?

Mayumi Joutouguu

There’s something fun bout how I have not learn how to draw her armor right in like 3 years I’ve drawn her, I dunno, also her “face” is actually a mask that she can take off whenever, is just so other human spirits get less threatened by her presence, and her hair became a helmet ig.

Keiki Haniyasushin

Made her look specifically “artificial” when I think of her being sculpted by utter isolation I can’t help but think that said isolation began and was not there from the start, I dunno, I also think she should be more unhinged in how the fandom portrays her but now that’s just my opinion, let Keiki be unhinged.

Apex predator: Idola Diabola

Fun fact: I actually made an “aura” portrait of each character but Keiki’s the only one that changes substantially.

Also based on her position on Gensokyo’s human-free animal realm and one of her last spells, she’s alpha and omega, savior of the human spirits but by-god she’s not gonna act like that with the beasts, turned her dragon aura to resemble one of those bear skins hunter are portrayed as, to parallel on how she “hunts” the beast spirit that had enslaved the humans in the A.R.

Anyways that’s all this time, posted this on Reddit as a goodbye to that site too, Not going back there again probably. (Also check out Dai Karasu’s videos on YT, there’s where I could find the backgrounds)

[gwentrification]

in my ancap tgirl commune we'll have a version of trickle down economics where the top girl (🥺) drinks horse piss, then the next girl drinks her piss, and so on and so forth until we reach the omega who everyone bullies. yeah it's a sex thing

[delta-pavonis]

July Kinkfest Days 7, 8, 9, and 10

The Sandman (human A/B/O AU) || Dreamling (Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling) || Rated E || 3294 words

Prompts: Blood Kink | Omega in Heat | “What have you been up to without me?” | Piercings and Tattoos | Desperate Sex | “I’m going to take care of you.” | Denial | Roleplay | "Careful darling. You're this close to being pinned against the wall until you beg forgiveness." | Double Penetration | Phone Sex/Sexting | “Be a good boy/girl for me now.” 

Warnings (in addition to the prompts above): Mafia Boss Alpha Hob, Gun Moll Omega Dream, they have always been humans, impact play, sex toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, shibari (mentioned), they are very very in love

Author's Notes: Four days, NINE PROMPTS. Buckle up, folks, this goes right into the smut and it doesn't stop. Little glimpses of background for these two thrown in there.

"Christ, just look at you. So wet and open for me… I wasn't gone but an afternoon, love. What have you been up to without me?" Hob trails his fingers through the sloppy mess that is his lover's ass, his fluttering hole crying in its need to be filled. "Oh, darling." Hob sighs and circles his thumb around the rim while palming one ass cheek. Then he drops his fingers between quivering thighs only to find folds that are impossibly more slick. "All this? For me?"

Dream moans something filthy, claws at the bed sheets and gets his knees under himself enough to sweet fucking Christ present his holes to Hob. "Please. I need…"

Hob pets his lover's lower back, soothing across the rear fetlocks of the enormous white horse coat of arms tattooed from the nape of his neck to the very first indent of the crease of his ass. Per chevron inverted sable and azure, a rampant horse argent the heraldry terminology floats across his mind as he shucks his clothes off. The entire device is shiny with sweat that gleams in the low light of their bedroom.  

"I got you. I am going to take care of you, don't worry." He gets the last of what he is wearing off and then heads to the drawers and grabs some supplies, which is when he realizes what is missing. “Oh, my Dream. Little pet. You used the teal one? Were you really that desperate for me?” When he turns back to the bed he can see it, wedged halfway beneath a pillow near Dream’s stretched out, grasping hands: the blue-green dildo that they had made from a mold of Hob’s erect cock, for Dream to have while he was away on business and couldn't risk bringing an omega, even his own omega, along. It has no knot though. That is for Hob and Hob alone. 

“Get up for a mo, pet. I need your help.” He instructs, dropping the items in his hands onto the foot of the bed. Hob stands there, knees pressed to the side of the tall mattress, as his gorgeous Dream complies. He strokes his cock lazily, admiring how Dream has to work so hard just to concentrate on this during the ramp up into his heat. Hob honestly did not mean to leave his sweet Dream in his time of need – he truly thought that he had at least another twenty-four hours before it got this bad. If managing cleaning up after the Corinthian hadn't taken up so much of his damned time he would have been here for when Dream… Fuck, Hob would put a contract out on the little shit again if he could. As it was he made a mental note to up the reward.

Finally, Dream is on his knees before him, facing him, waiting. His slim omega’s cock bounces a little with each panting breath, the ring hanging from his frenum piercing glinting in the moonlight streaming through their penthouse windows. Dream has put in work to gather himself together enough to be present for Hob right now – his instincts are no doubt pushing him towards incoherence. Even the ruby hanging from his one earring trembles. Hob cups his face in both hands and gives in to the temptation to kiss his love, who whimpers in pleased surprise. He maps Dream’s mouth slowly, until the need for air becomes more than a buzzing annoyance. “What was that for?” Dream’s voice is so low and sultry Hob feels it as much as hears it.

“I am endeavoring to make it up to you that I was gone when this started.” He strokes flushed cheekbones with his thumbs and watches as inky black eyelashes flutter like raven’s wings. “You know I wouldn’t leave you during a time like this on purpose, not without it being an intentional scene, right?” They have plenty of kinks, but that kind of denial is not generally one of them – abandonment isn’t the kind of pain Hob likes his omega to be in.

Dream’s blue eyes catch the moonlight like gemstones as they widen in surprise. “Of course, my love. I didn’t think any different.” 

“Good.” Hob runs his hands through Dream’s wild black hair and the lithe man leans into it, purring all the while. “That’s good. Well, since we are in this situation a little suddenly, lets make sure I can assist you properly.” He reaches down into the small pile on the bed and pulls out the two-inch wide strip of silicone and hands it to Dream. “Nice and tight now, darling. Need to be able to fuck you through at least four orgasms to bank this heat for you, you know that.”

His perfect pet hums in pleasure as he takes the silicone, wraps it around the base of Hob’s cock, and pulls it tight. “Tighter?” 

Hob's breath comes out in a shudder. “One more notch. Need it to keep my knot down until you are ready for it and you’ve already gotten me quite worked up tonight.” The pain of the wide cock ring preventing his knot from swelling will be its own sweet searing ecstasy as the evening progresses. 

The smirk that Dream levels at him is pure sin, even with lust giving a haziness to his eyes, as he pulls the cock ring tighter and secures the band. “Oh, have I?” Dream’s fingers find their way into Hob’s chest hair, combing through it while he turns those ridiculous bedroom eyes back up to Hob. He can see the subtle dusting of shadow on Dream’s lids from here, combining with the black liner to make him look like some Hollywood starlet all in black-and-white.

“Oh, have I?” Hob mocks, voice high-pitched and lilting. He grabs Dream’s waist and heaves, throwing him back onto the bed. “You know damn well what you’re doing.” He crawls up on top of his giggling lover. “I know I keep a clever omega.”

And he knows that his lover is a greedy, vain creature, so it is not shocking that he preens and arches prettily with the praise. “Well this clever omega is tragically empty and would like his alpha to get to fucking him until he can’t remember his name.”

“So demanding.” Hob grins and nuzzles under Dream’s jaw so he can mouth and nip along that gorgeous swan neck. “You are lucky I like your smart mouth.” He rocks his hips down to press their erections together, stopping any response Dream might have had as his long legs part immediately. Dream’s whine as he grabs at Hob’s shoulders is delicious – Hob can taste it on those plush peony lips as he repositions himself and sinks into the welcoming heat of his omega’s cunt.

The first round doesn’t last long for Dream, he is too worked up and Hob knows his body too well. He snaps his hips in hard, fast thrusts and twists his hand on Dream's cock just so and then he is letting out a sweet little shriek as he comes all over his own chest. 

“That take the edge off, darling?” Hob reaches backwards for the towel and does a quick clean-up while Dream just nods in reply. “Alright, be a good pet for me now and turn over, get that ass back up in the air.” Dream complies so easily it takes Hob’s breath away and he curls around his lover to kiss between his shoulder blades. When he speaks his lips caress the ears of the white horse on his lover’s back. “Be as loud as pleases you, my Dream. Peel the paint off the walls with your screams. I know you can. I want to hear you.”

Hob feels more than hears the chuckle given that Dream’s face is buried in the sheets. He reaches up for the discarded teal dildo and brings it back with him to kneel behind the curve of that lovely little ass. Dream is still absurdly open and wet, so Hob just lines the head of the shaft of silicone up and shoves it into Dream’s ass to the flared base in one go.

Dream’s entire body goes taut as he wails, “Yes!” And then Hob puts the tip of his actual cock back at the entrance to Dream’s cunt and the omega sobs. “Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease…”

“Well, since you ask so nicely.” Hob thrusts into the wet heat where he just was and it is like a different world. At this angle he reaches deeper, hits a spot in Dream's body that makes his moans hitch every time he drives in. And all along the way he can feel the dildo deep in Dream's ass, a solid mass that presses along the top of his dick, providing a different kind of stroking than the muscles clenching around him. 

He takes it slow, rolling his hips and talking filth into the safety of their bedroom. "Look at how easy you take two cocks. My god, you were fucking made for it, weren't you? Have you always been this greedy? Or is it just for me?" An incoherent string of consonants is Dream's only answer and it sends a shock of arousal down Hob's spine. His cock twitches, trying to leak fluid, but it can't. 

"I know pet, I know. You are still burning up, inside and out. How about another for me?" Hob gathers some of the copious amounts of slick streaming down Dream's thighs and then puts his hand back on Dream's prick. He strokes in time with his thrusting, being careful around the frenum ring, while he uses the thumb of his other hand to push the dildo in a little on each instroke. Each of Hob’s pulls back drags the dildo out a little with it, so he presses it in again as he rolls into Dream's cunt.

Hob revels in it, lets the steady rhythm build his own pleasure until his prick is throbbing with it not too long later. His knot tries to swell and presses against the wide ring of silicone and it causes a bright flash of pain to rocket up his spine. Hob groans with it, thrusts deeper, so Dream starts rocking with him, trying to keep the same angle.

Dream's next orgasm is longer and louder than the last and he makes a mess of the sheets. But Hob doesn't stop, just keeps thrusting through it all, torturing both Dream and himself into overstimulation. The omega wobbles beneath him and then collapses onto the bed, his body lax with pleasure as Hob keeps fucking him through the post-orgasm sensitivity, strong and steady until Dream’s voice is climbing in volume and pitch again. When Hob slips his thumb into Dream's ass alongside the dildo his sweet omega comes again, rutting into the mattress, voice cracking on a sob like glass under a hammer.

Hob hoists Dream's hips up to get a couple of pillows under him – he needs the angle even if his lover can’t hold it himself. As the dildo comes out it makes a lovely wet squelching noise, almost as arousing as his Dream's groan of "Noooo."

"Shhh, pet. Just need to tighten you up again. You fucked yourself so damned loose before I got home…" Hob grabs for the last three items on the bed. "Your cunt is never going to be able to hold the egg if you can't clench tight." He drops the dildo and grabs the leather paddle, a strip of thick leather about as big as Hob's hand with a wooden handle. Hob scoots back on the bed, giving him enough space to generate the velocity he needs in a single swing. "Ready, love?"

"Hnnnnnngh yes." Even Dream's voice is coming out lust-hazy now. Perfect.

Hob doesn't ease into it, just goes immediately for his usual impact strength, right on the curve of Dream's left asscheek. The leather's snappy slapping sound reverberates in the room along with Dream's ecstatic gasp. He hits the other side, watching as Dream's whole body tenses, jerks forward, then relaxes; Dream lets out a blissful sigh.

With one hand Hob pulls on the right cheek, just enough that he can see the wet hole fluttering. He watches, enraptured, as everything clenches with the next impact. And the next. And the next. Heaven above, even in this his omega is beautiful. 

Hob concentrates on hitting only one side first and then pauses to check his work. Dream is panting and trembling and moaning, his cunt leaking all over the pillows beneath him. When Hob sticks a finger into said cunt to see how the muscles have tensed he does so roughly, with all the gentleness one might use when stuffing a cornish hen with herbs and aromatics. Dream hisses, but then tries to push back, still desperate to be filled. "Pleasemorepleasemoreplease!"

The begging makes Hob's cock want to leak in sympathy, but it can only twitch in its bonds. It is starting to be more constantly painful the more aroused Hob gets, the longer he is denied release, and the adrenaline fuels him onward.

"Not until you tighten up for me, darling." Hob scolds. "Still too easy to get two fingers in you now, see?" He drives said fingers into Dream's ass with only passing resistance and Dream moans, the sound coming from deep in his chest, resonant and worshipful.

Hob pulls his fingers out and switches sides, holding the reddened asscheek back now, making Dream gasp and writhe. Then he is smacking the other side of Dream’s ass with equal force. After the first two, Dream is arching backwards towards Hob. "Harder, please! Give me all of you!" 

Oh. So that's how this is going to go. Hob adjusts his grip on the paddle's handle, takes a deep breath, and strikes Dream with all of his strength. 

The sound of leather hitting skin is almost deafening and his omega's sweet moans have turned into pleasured sobbing. On the next one Hob is watching as both Dream's cunt and ass clench so tightly fluid dribbles out from them. Gorgeous, just gorgeous. 

One more hit at maximum strength, just so Hob can see that deep body reaction again, and then Hob is praising Dream, "That's it dove. Almost done. So good for me." He knees Dream's thighs apart, pries his cheeks open as much as he can with one hand, and then uses just a flick of his wrist to smack the leather onto the little strip of flesh between Dream's vaginal opening and his asshole. He screams and Hob does it again, just a touch harder. The scream this time snaps at the end, a tree branch struck by lightning. "One more, baby." 

On the third hit Dream shrieks "Please fuck me! PleeeaaAAAAA-eh-eh-eeees!"

Ah, there it is. That’s the sound Hob fell in love with. He heard it across the room at a private party, that euphoric howl of an appeal to be filled, and had been drawn to it like a vulture to a carcass. The attendees at the party all knew who Hob was and they parted silently as he stalked forward. He found the ethereal source of that sound strung up in a complicated shibari scene, his ass being teased with a soft flogger. Miles and miles of milk white skin, not a scar nor a tattoo nor a piercing in sight, just dried blood smeared over his back from recent cuts and distilled omega perfection begging Hob for his attention.

He walked around to the omega’s head, crouched down in front of him to meet his eyes on the same level. The omega’s blue eyes were fogged shower glass, unseeing even while pointed at him. Hob snapped three times directly in front of the other man’s nose and, with a gasp, the pretty thing focused on him with bright, clear intention. “Wha-?” 

His voice was so much lower than Hob expected that it made him shiver. “Hello, gorgeous. Heard you begging to be fucked… any chance I can take you up on that offer?”

Hob couldn’t resist then and he can't resist now, his alpha desire for this omega bullying forward, and it takes a minute to remember his plan. He throws the paddle aside and flips Dream over, hefting one leg onto his hip. 

Dream is gasping, cock still hard and bobbing, dripping its mess all over. The impact play worked well, because it actually takes a little effort to pop the egg into Dream's cunt, but once Hob does and slips the little remote into his palm, it only takes turning the vibrator on to low and Hob's teeth gently tugging on the ring in Dream's frenum piercing to have him screaming into another orgasm. Hob gets around to catch this one in his mouth, sucking on the tip of his omega's elegant prick until Dream is sobbing again. 

When Hob moves above Dream, the omega growls, eyes almost completely black in their dilation, still burning with the increasing heat, and attempts to climb onto Hob, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. 

Hob’s movements have become a little frantic now, he burns to be inside his Dream. So he coats his cock in the copious amounts of lubrication his omega’s body is providing, grabs bony hips, and fucks hard into the tight heat of his lover’s ass; he gets immediately drunk on Dream’s screams of encouragement.

Oh fuck, yeah, this is what Hob needs. He has pulled four orgasms out of his wildfire of an omega and now it is his turn. His cock is throbbing in its confines, impossibly hard, and he fucks with all his might into Dream and turns up the vibrations higher and higher and higher. He can feel the vibrator clear as day now, like there aren't walls of flesh between his cock and where it is nestled inside Dream. Even better, he’s found an angle where each thrust in rams the egg up into the underside of all that nerve-dense tissue behind Dream’s dick and his sweet whore omega is screaming himself hoarse with it.

On the next pull out Hob unclasps his cock ring and lets it fall beneath them, pulling his dick all the way out and getting Dream’s legs over his shoulders so he can bend his pretty little thing to his will. “Gonna knot your ass, darling.” He rumbles a warning and before Dream can respond Hob is fucking down into his omega, folding him in half so that he can nip at those pink lips, cracked and dry from all his howling. 

It only takes three thrusts and Hob’s knot is swelling along with his pleasure, both reaching a crescendo. On the fourth he is almost too wide at the base to get in and out. And then with the fifth drive in he is locked in place, his climax descending upon him violently as he roars into Dream’s jaw. 

Once he can hear more than the blood rushing in his ears, Hob realizes that his sweet Dream is begging again, voice rough and ragged, “Touch me, please please, let me come, please Hob.” 

“Christ on the cross, again, my love?” Hob pants, chuckling. But when Dream keeps pleading with him, he acquiesces, wraps his hand around his omega’s prick and brings him to one last orgasm without drawing it out or any fanfare.

It takes a little maneuvering, but Hob gets them lying curled on their sides, the omega’s cock finally soft and Hob buried into his lover for the next short while. Dream pulls Hob’s arm around his waist and interlaces their fingers. “Welcome home, love.” Dream coos.

Hob laughs into his lover’s hair and can only agree.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Want The Heat

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Fifteen)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, ruts, mpreg), past abuse, past SA, alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, d/s dynamics, mentions of murder, graphic descriptions of murder, descriptions of murder used as foreplay (this chapter is a bit fucked, just a warning), threats, voyeurism, top Dom, bottom Kells, talks of double penetration, talks of toys, playful insults, edging, pushing each other's buttons, dildo play, masterbation, control and submission, mating cycle talk, breastfeeding/kink, biting/marking, overwhelmed boys, sex, alpha/omega posturing, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The Alpha watched as his mate walked across the room. More accurately he tracked his every move. Colson could feel his gaze like a weight and he wondered if James was even watching, he couldn't feel anything but Dom. When he reached the couch he walked in the space behind it instead of presenting and looked out the window to see if he could spot the other man. He knew he was pushing it but he still wanted his partner to dominate him. Make him do as he was told.

Dominic growled and pushed his boxers off before he stalked across the room and jumped onto the back of the sofa, crouching on the edge like some gargoyle with a monster cock. His eyes dropped, he couldn't help it. The boy's knot was already threatening to pop and he felt his thighs dripping wet at the thought. “I told you wha’ to do.”

Col leaned against the window and crossed his arms. “Yeah you did. Doesn't seem like I did it.” He sighed back and got the glare he wanted. “You look ridiculous sitting like that. Like fucking Gollum if he was hung like a horse.” That drew a laugh from the other but a look came over him, an arched brow, a playful glint.

“I know ‘ow much you like a monster. I seen wha’ you buy to use on tha’ pretty tight cunt of yours.” Dom purred.

Kells fought not to blush but he did glance away for a moment, his first loss in the game between them. He'd been collecting dildos of all shapes, sizes, and types but it was more to satisfy his old need for variety than anything else. He didn't want anyone but his fiancé but he was used to exploring his kinks with all types of beta girls. It wasn't just for him though, he had plans to use them on the Alpha as well. “They're for both of us. Gonna need something to fuck you with when you knock me up again.” That got a rise out of the killer, his dick visibly twitching and a bead of drool slipped down his chin.

Dom smiled and leapt off the couch to move for the toy drawer. They had different ones for different things but all the bigger toys were in the closet. He came back after a moment with a surprisingly manageable sized dildo and when he came closer he pushed the couch away with one hand. The show of strength was incredibly Alpha and should have bugged Col but did quite the opposite. When they were chest to chest Dom dropped to his frog crouch, and pressed the phallus between the omega's thighs. He made sure it was well drenched before he licked the suction base and stuck it to the glass behind Kells.

“What's the point of this?” He huffed but he was shaking. His lover was looking at him as if he were a whole meal.

“If you so uninterested in me you can fuck ya’self.” Dom shrugged as he stood up and leaned against the back of the sofa.

“I didn't say I wasn't interested.”

“No no. You was making fun. So... go fuck ya’self.”

It started to hit the omega what he was truly seeing. This was the killer. The predator. The side of his mate Dom was so careful to keep away from him. He couldn't hide it now that he was so consumed with his rut and murderous urges. He hadn't killed in too long and it was overwhelming him as much as his cycle was. Col watched as Dom pet over the faint scar on his chest. He didn't wear the elephant pendant anymore since they were being watched by the feds and that was Yungblud’s calling card but the last time he'd completed his ritual he'd put the necklace back on too soon and branded himself just slightly. The older man stepped closer and pressed his fingers there. “You never tell me about it all. How did the elephant start?” He always kept his ritual quiet but Kells wanted to learn more. He wanted to prove he'd love him no matter what. It was an inopportune time but that didn't matter. It wouldn't be hard to make it sexual. He was pretty sure it already was for his partner.

“It were a present from Blain before we stopped seeing each over. I never took it off.” Dom explained softly. It was mad to him he didn't realize who the boy was when he saved him. It broke him that he didn't recognize someone who meant so much. “When me mum died and I went back to save me girls… I didn't jus' kill ‘im. It started as a fight. I didn't plan it. He ‘it me first and I fell and smacked me ‘ead on the fireplace. He must ‘ave seen the necklace and been upset tha’ we lost such a good ‘mega. He ripped it off me and tossed it in the fire. It broke me. I destroyed ‘im. Made ‘im pull it out. I liked the way the burn looked on ‘im and it felt right tha’ it be the symbol of revenge. A gift from an omega.”

Colson nodded and kissed his mate's cheek before he stepped back and lined the toy against his core. He wanted to reward Dom for opening up. It wasn't what he needed most but he grinded against it, feeling slick drip down his thighs. “And when you kill… How do you do it? Like, what's the process?” He asked, his voice going soft. He'd already mostly forgotten they were putting on a show for someone else.

The Alpha smirked and moved closer, turning his lover around. Colson groaned when his cock pressed against the glass but he didn't move. He was becoming more pliant for the other too soon. He tried to look back but he couldn't see Dom very well. He felt him drop though from the soft rush of air. “I start wiv the tendons. Ankles. So ‘ey can't run away.” The killer purred, nipping Col's heels on both sides hard enough to make him feel weak. He moved next to the back of his knees and licked over them. “And ‘ere…”

The Alpha worked up Colson's body and spread him out, nipping or kissing anywhere he would cut on his victims. Once he'd covered every spot he laid against his fiancé's back and rolled his hips, his dick grinding between the older man's ass cheeks. “What next? How- mmm- how do you kill them?”

“Depends on wha’ I was after ‘em for. If it's for sexual shite I'd castrate ‘em first. Cut off wha' was used to cause pain.” He explained, his fingers groping the omega's balls before stroking lovingly and slowly over his cock. “I'd cut ‘em open, pull out ‘eir insides slow and show ‘em to ‘em.” His voice was barely above a growl as his hand pet over the inked expanse of Col’s belly. He ran his nails over where he'd make the cut before his touch ran higher, teasing over his chest. One of his wrist brushed over the omega's nipple and they both noticed when he got wet there and between his thighs. The milk was always tempting for Dom but now it felt almost impossible. He only kept control because he knew they were doing something important. He wasn't done playing with his lover.

“What about me? You were planning on killing me, right? How were you going to do it?” He knew it was a fact but it was one they barely ever talked about. They made jokes about how they'd begun but they never went into detail.

“Well you jus’ sold people. I fhought. So wiv you…” The Alpha trailed off and scratched his nails in the middle of Col’s chest again. “I would ‘ave cut you ‘ere, broken open ya ribs, and tried to show you ya ‘eart before you died. Ain't never made it tha’ far. Always die wiv the cut cause I can't ‘elp bleeding ‘em first.” He explained, licking over his mate's shoulder, up his throat, to kiss his jaw. “But ‘en I realized you got a tight pretty pussy and tha’s the only part of you I wanted inside.” He teased.

“Liar.” Kells whimpered back. “You want my mouth, my ass, and I think you'd fuck any hole you cut in me.”

“I don't want you ‘urt.” Dom growled as he stood back and turned Colson around with such force it almost knocked the wind out of him. It was obvious the words were true but scared him. He didn't want his partner hurt but part of him loved blood. He couldn't help it. Blood, sex, and pain were all mixed up in his head. The killer dropped his hand between the omega's legs and pushed the toy harder against his cunt until Colson moaned. “So wha's ‘ese for anyways? You say me but I fink you like ‘em too.”

“Double penetration. Or um… both my holes.” The man tried to be more honest because Dom had. He felt himself flush because he hated admitting he enjoyed being fucked but he was far enough gone to be open. He was aching hard and river wet and drenched in sweat. He knew Dom was the one in rut but he was starting to feel like the one out of control. Of course his mate would still have himself in check.

“So you want…” Dom didn't even finish his question he just picked his partner up and groped his ass, spreading him open and rubbing his hole against the toy.

“You picked this one for it didn't you? You wanna play with my ass?” Colson asked and his bitch grinned wide. He needed to stop thinking of him as that though, his lost boy was all man and seemingly beast as he stared up at Kells with his crooked fangs on display. “You can.” He sighed. He was partly terrified, they hadn't really tried anal on him much besides a finger occasionally. The dildo was small enough it could slide in without hurting him but he knew he was getting a pounding either way.

“Say please.” Dom demanded, his voice rasped and dark. It danced over Col's skin and made him shiver. “Say ‘please Alpha, fill me ‘oles.’”

The omega shook but he took a deep breath and tried to reply flatly. He knew his voice was trembling and needy though. “Please Alpha, fill my h-holes?” When that obviously pleased the younger man he added with a whine. “Fuck me full? Knot my pussy? Breed me?”

That fucking did it. That broke something inside the killer. He was trying so hard to keep a measure of control but even knowing he probably couldn't yet, that Colson's body was still healing from the last whelp, it still set off his rutting instincts until he felt wild.

He moved quickly and sure, holding Kells up with one hand and he dropped the other to hold the toy where it was needed. His lips slammed against his mate's as he dropped the older man gently and worked the dildo inside him. It always made Colson a wreck that his Alpha was so fucking strong he could control his entire body with one hand. He choked on spit when the toy jammed into his spot but he knew his fiancé wouldn't let him breathe and still had more for him to feel. “‘Ow’s tha’ feel?” Dom purred, his lips pressed wetly against his cheek.

“Mmm fuck- g-good. More? Need you.” He almost begged.

“I told you to fucking present but I guess you can ‘ave a taste of wha’s to come. Cause it may not be you yet.” The killer vowed.

Before Kells could speak again the blunt head of Dom's dick was sliding deep in his guts and hitting home. He felt fuller than he'd ever been and he swore he was bigger in rut. A noise escaped him, one he couldn't name but he knew it felt ripped from his soul. He couldn't move, he was pressed so hard against the glass and his lover, but he tried to wiggle and meet his rough thrusts.

Even though they were finally connected, Dom wasn't losing himself like his partner hoped. He wanted to be destroyed but the Alpha was controlling himself annoyingly admirably. He pressed biting kisses to his lips and clenched his inner walls tight, his heels dug into the killer's back. He made every move he could think, even sucking the other's tongue like he would his dick, but Dom was being so careful. Every hip roll was measured, every pound of his cock was aimed perfectly, but that's not what he needed. What he craved.

“I thought you were going to f-fuck me?” He stuttered out and the Alpha growled at him.

“You piss me off sometimes. Fucks sake you won't be ‘appy till I make you bleed aye?” Dom was scared to let himself off his leash entirely but he was close to snapping. His palm slapped hard against the glass next to his mate's head but he wanted to smash through it with his fist just to keep himself calm. “I told you wha’ the fuck to do. I bloody told you. You get wha’ you get when you don't- fuck- when you don't- mmm-” He was losing himself in the push and pull pleasure even though it wasn't what his cycle needed. He couldn't command the other if he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. The feel of his fiancé's cunt was always overwhelming, the omega was hot and so drenched they were squelching with every move.

His hand moved, his fingers tangling in Col’s sweat wet hair so he could tug his head to the side. His fangs scraped over inked skin and his tongue traced the sweet racing pulse before he licked over his candy adams apple. He was so far gone he was tempted to take a bite and the thought of crimson blood pushed him closer to the edge. His instincts needed the other to present but he needed to cum. His knot throbbed, his body shook, and with one gentle prick of his teeth-

One thing they'd both forgotten was the simple fact that they weren't alone. Punk had slept happily in his crib most of the night but as both men were about to reach rapture he screamed his little lungs out and where Colson had been rocking between his lover and the toy his mothering instincts took over and he pushed at his partner's chest. Dom was so close to release he growled out and nearly bit down on his omega's neck. For just a moment he thought about not letting himself be pushed off. “Let someone else get ‘im.” He demanded but Col just laughed.

“They can hear us. They won't come in while we're fucking. Give me a minute to feed him and I'll give you exactly what you want. Deal?”

Red eyes glared up at him but after a moment he of course gave in. His dick slipped free with a rush of slick and precum following it, and Kells pulled himself carefully off the dildo. His gait was unsteady but he forced himself to walk across the room to pick up his other grumpy boy. “Trying to be the best cock block you can huh? That was a low blow little one.” He cooed as he got the baby settled against his chest.

“I should make you fucking present right now while you feed me whelp.” The words weren't expected but they made the omega somehow even wetter. The thought was tempting.

“Will you?” He asked, he knew he could pull it off but it would make his own rapture harder to find.

The sticky sounds of self pleasure had him turning his head to find his mate doing exactly what he thought. His gaze tracked that beautiful strong hand as it stroked that monster cock. He wanted more than anything to jump on it but he had to calm their child first. Besides, that wasn't what would satisfy either of them. “Fink you can get off on jus’ me knot or are you slut enough you need the bloody toy?”

“Don't be a bitch. You know you do it for me. You're the one who got it out.” He huffed back.

“I should shove one in every ‘ole till you learn to fucking listen. You love making me desperate but you a right cunt when you need to be topped. Can't let go for even me?” The last was obviously a truthful worry but Colson was sure he had at some point. Their first few nights together he thought he was open and needy.

“Are you really gonna waste that on jacking off?” Kells asked instead of facing the point. His core was aching with the sound that felt louder than it should.

“Depends on ‘ow fast you get done. Best milk fast luv. Close. So fucking close.” The Alpha purred, the noises getting faster.

“And if I present anyway?” He was almost nervous at the thought. He wondered how fast he could get one of their family members to the door to take his happily feeding boy.

“You wouldn't.”

“Wouldn't I?”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

Sorry for the cliffhanger but... Maybe I'm not. I'm still not sure how this is going to go 🤭 Will Colson present with a baby on his chest or will he let Dom cum and try to get him hard again? I suppose we'll find out soon but I hope you're all still enjoying it 🖤❤️‍🔥