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ofthemorningstars · 2 months ago

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Impossibly Impassioned

TerzOmega ~ Breeding Kink ~ Resurrection AU

4.9k words Post-Breeding Companion Fic/Sequel

AO3 Version

" 'Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,' was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. "

Terzo and Omega get up to some babymaking.

Content Warning: breeding, mpreg (cis), biting and blood mention

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Terzo was frustrated.

He had been aiming to spread his frustration to his husband as well, but Omega’s silence on the other end of their text thread was deafening. Terzo thought for sure that his messages would drive Omega wild, would have him begging for Terzo to make up an excuse to come home early.

“Waiting for you to put a baby in me xx,” was all Terzo thought he’d have to say, accompanied by a racy photo of him pulling his pants down low to one side, just enough to expose his hip bone and happy trail, showing off his trim stomach and shapely waist. He included a pouty selfie for good measure, his bottom lip jutting out just so, waiting to be bitten. His smug self-satisfied attitude faded after the first five minutes with no response, quickly turning into disappointment and despair.

Ever since it became possible for them to conceive, ever since there had been hope for starting a family despite their anatomy… they had been insatiable. They tried to have every encounter end with Omega cumming in Terzo, unwilling to waste a single opportunity, a single ounce of potential. For their entire relationship, they had reluctantly accepted that they were biologically incompatible. That was until they learned that with enough work and sacrifice and black magic, they could be. Primo wasn't happy to be helping facilitate their mission with his own research and instruction, but he owed them. Now that the real work was done, the fun could begin.

Terzo was so let down by Omega ignoring him that he considered finding an excuse to stay late. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed after having put himself out there like that. He took a risk, and it didn’t pay off; his face grew hot every time he thought about it for too long. Deciding to bite the bullet and head home on time anyway, he finished up what he was doing and made the trek back to their chambers. Hesitating for a split second, he unlocked the door, almost nervous. Breathe, he told himself. It’s just Omega. His heart was still pounding in his ears regardless.

“I’m home, amore! I missed you toda–” was all he could get out before Omega appeared seemingly out of nowhere, pinning him to the closed door with his body. Terzo’s senses immediately zeroed in on the feeling of Omega’s erection pressing into his stomach. The enticing heat of Omega’s hard length through his boxer briefs was enough to distract Terzo from the fact that Omega was nude, save for his underwear, a fact that it took his brain too long to process. All of his dusky-grey skin was on full display; Terzo wanted to touch every inch.

“Finally,” Omega murmured, licking up Terzo’s neck possessively. “I’ve been waiting for you all day, you little tease.” He growled low in Terzo’s ear before biting the lobe, his usual gentleness absent. Terzo felt the pinch of pain and yelped, the sensation going straight to his cock.

Omega’s mouth was upon his in an instant, his tongue a welcome intruder. It took Terzo a moment to kiss back, to get into the headspace that he was in when he’d been toying with Omega from his office, but when he found it his need returned with a vengeance. His arms wrapped around Omega’s neck, deepening the kiss as Omega began to grind against him. When Omega fondled him through his pants, Terzo pulled away, unable to suppress the cocky grin that threatened to overtake his face.

“I take it you did see my texts, then?” Terzo quipped. Omega snarled lightly at him, baring his fangs. Terzo didn’t have a chance to react before he was dragged to the bedroom by his shirt collar. Omega slammed the bedroom door behind them, stripping Terzo in record time and tossing him roughly onto the bed. When Omega finally sprung free from his underwear, his impressive length rock hard and flushed, glistening with precum, Terzo’s mouth began to water.

Omega grabbed the lube from their nightstand, quickly prepping. He glared at Terzo while he stroked himself, as if daring him to protest his aggressive treatment. Terzo wouldn't dream of it. Satisfied with the job he’d done, Omega pushed Terzo flat on his back and propped his hips up on two fluffy pillows.

Terzo’s body hummed with anticipation as Omega got himself into position, claws digging into Terzo’s thighs, spreading him wide. This forceful side of Omega rarely came out to play, and Terzo found it exhilarating. Omega pushed inside, only going slow enough to ensure that he wouldn’t hurt his partner. He let out a guttural groan as he was fully seated.

“Nn... Fuck, you’re so tight… I’m gonna creampie your tight little hole,” Omega hissed through gritted teeth as he began to move. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want my cum inside you?” Terzo was already panting, having been given no time to adjust before Omega started thrusting. “You want me to put a baby in you? Isn’t that what you said?” Omega made intense eye contact, Terzo finding himself unable to look away.

“Omega–!” was all that Terzo could manage. Omega growled, tightening his grip on Terzo's thighs.

“That’s not an answer, Terzo. Use your words like a good boy.” Omega thrust up into him hard to spur a better response. Terzo threw his head back, Omega stimulating his prostate in the most delicious way. Precum was already pooling on his stomach. He was almost embarrassed about how violently turned on he was so soon; he was positively aching, throbbing a little harder with every word that left Omega's mouth.

“O-Omega! Please cum in me, Omega, I need it so bad, please, oh fuck… Please!” Terzo begged with a needy whine, moving his hips in time with Omega’s. He wrapped his legs around Omega’s waist, trying to draw him in deeper. Omega chuckled darkly.

“That’s better… That’s better. My good little cumslut. You look so pretty with my cock in you...” Omega’s voice was syrupy sweet.

Looking down, Terzo saw a bulge in his belly appear and disappear due to Omega’s massive size. He felt like he was going to pass out from arousal, having to look away. Omega rode him mercilessly until Terzo was mewling and begging incoherently beneath him.

“You were made to take this cock. Fuck, you feel so good… I’m gonna wreck you, you��re all mine.” He could tell that Omega was getting worked up by his own dirty talk, his thrusts growing more forceful. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, punishing Terzo with his body. “I’m gonna fucking breed you, Terzo. Tell me that’s what you want and I’ll do it.” Omega’s hands wandered over Terzo’s hips, his thighs, claws digging hard and leaving deep scratches that began to dew with drops of blood. Omega was marking him. Terzo shuddered.

“Sì! Oh fuck, breed me, please, I need to carry your kits…” The words came out in a rush before he could think about what he was saying. It was true. The thought of finally being impregnated by his husband after all their years together, of being full of Omega’s kits, was intoxicating. It was all he could think about, and not just when they fucked anymore. It was constantly in the back of his mind, a brutal yearning that consumed him. He needed to be Omega’s in every way possible. Satanas, he wanted to have Omega’s babies so badly. Terzo writhed beneath his lover’s ministrations, squirming and struggling for air as he throbbed hard, his body on fire with want. “Aa–! Omega, you fuck me so good…”

“I’m gonna pump you so full, you’re gonna look so beautiful, all big and round and heavy with my kits. Everyone’s going to see what a naughty little slut you are. They’re gonna know you’re mine, that I bred you.” Omega leaned down to bite Terzo’s shoulder, fangs sinking in deep and drawing blood. Terzo cried out, a hand flying to the back of Omega’s head to hold him closer. Omega drank greedily, his thrusts becoming shallow due to their position. When he finally pulled away after taking his fill, Omega gave the wound a long lick, relishing the taste. Terzo felt like he was going to combust. Omega sat back up, resuming his punishing rhythm.

“You’re such a whore for me.” Terzo saw Omega’s teeth still washed faintly red as he licked his lips to clean up any remaining mess. “My pretty little whore, always so hungry for my cock.” Terzo moaned louder with each thrust, fists balled up in the sheets. Terzo was so close, grabbing his own cock and stroking himself with abandon. Omega swatted his hand away, reaching into Terzo’s mind with his quintessence and forcibly stopping the orgasm that Terzo had been on the brink of. Terzo was on the verge of tears, whining loudly in protest.

“Ah ah... If you want me to fill your tight little hole up with my seed, you’ve got to earn every drop. You’ve got to work for it. I know how bad you need it, I can feel it, but you’ve got to tell me yourself.” Omega flashed him a wicked grin. Terzo did cry this time as he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. The mounting pleasure was building up, creating so much pressure inside of him with no way to release it under Omega’s control. He bit his tongue against a scream.

“Omega, please let me cum, please, fuck, I can’t fucking take it,” Terzo moaned. “I need your cum inside me, I need it more than anything. Fill me up with your kits, make me yours,” he whimpered breathlessly. He was struggling to get the words out, but he knew they were his only ticket to salvation.

“No. If you want me to put a kit in you, I need to hear you scream for it,” Omega snarled. “I want the whole fucking abbey to hear you screaming for my cock.” He reached into Terzo’s mind, amplifying his pleasure even further. A scream wrenched its way from Terzo’s throat. In the only distant corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, he idly wondered if anyone else really could hear him. He didn’t care anymore. Let them hear how mad Omega was driving him, how hard he was getting fucked.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, Terzo was finally, finally allowed his release. His back arched so hard that his hips nearly came off of the bed, his cum spurting with such force that some of it landed on his face. He screamed again, his cries echoing off the walls of their bedroom. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, the pleasure almost painful, until finally it eased away with a pathetic whimper. Omega continued thrusting as Terzo came down, Terzo squirming as his oversensitive prostate was stimulated.

“Cum in me, Omega, please cum in me… I need your cum so bad… Please give me a baby,” Terzo whispered. Omega lost it, shooting his hot load into Terzo with a shout of his own. Omega kept moving through his orgasm, pumping slowly even after he’d finished, wanting to fuck his seed in deeper. When he could no longer keep going, he reluctantly pulled out, collapsing between Terzo’s legs with his head on Terzo's flat stomach. He lavished it with kisses, and Terzo reached down to entwine one of their hands together.

Omega pulled his hand away after a minute to delicately run his fingers along the raised welts he’d left on Terzo’s hips and thighs in a silent apology. Terzo gazed at him tenderly, running a hand through his hair.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, mio caro. I love it when you mark me up.” Terzo meant it with every fiber of his being. Omega cracked a small smile, looking up at Terzo with eyes full of adoration. He rubbed Terzo’s belly slowly, his expression morphing into something more wistful.

“I hope it takes this time,” Omega said quietly. Terzo stroked the ghoul’s horns.

“I hope so too.”

“You're so good to me, tesoro,” Omega whispered against Terzo’s skin. The corners of Terzo’s eyes crinkled. His smile was infectious, soon spreading to Omega.

“I love you. You deserve nothing less,” Terzo crowed. “My beautiful ghoul.” Omega pulled him closer, nuzzling against him.

When Terzo began to yawn and rub his eyes, Omega helped him to the ensuite, running a bath for them both. Terzo knew Omega thought the water temperatures that Terzo preferred were just a step below the heat of the pit, but Omega always obliged him, bathing with him regardless. They’d always bathed and showered together for nearly the entirety of their three decades as a couple. A thought struck Terzo: he wondered if Omega had showered in the same temperature water as they always had together while Terzo was dead. He swallowed hard. Tonight was not the night to ask such a question. He banished the thought before Omega could pick up on the creeping sadness with his quintessence.

Before they got in, Omega sat Terzo on the edge of the bathtub, carefully cleaning Terzo’s bite and scratches. He kissed each one before swabbing them gently with peroxide, not wanting to subject his mate to the sting of rubbing alcohol. Terzo wouldn’t have minded if he did; it was simply a reminder of being claimed. He smiled fondly down at his husband as he took care of him so tenderly.

When they got settled into the water, Omega insisted that they wash first so that the water wouldn’t cool before they finished bathing this time. Omega couldn’t have his little human mate getting cold, especially not now that they were trying to get pregnant. They took their time sudsing each other up, Omega scrubbing at Terzo’s hair lightly with shampoo with his claws while Terzo hummed to him. When they were both clean they relaxed together, Terzo leaning back against Omega. The ghoul couldn’t take his hands off of him, his fingers dancing over the skin of Terzo’s belly. What started as gentle kisses to Terzo’s neck quickly escalated into Omega sucking and biting, leaving blooming bruises in his wake.

Omega’s touch grew bolder and traveled lower until he was teasing his way through the v of Terzo’s hips. He teased around where Terzo wanted him, spreading his legs and caressing his inner thighs. Soon Terzo was breathing hard through his nose, leaning harder against Omega. He felt Omega’s cock twitch against his back, miraculously hard again. Terzo was getting there too, the throbbing between his legs becoming difficult to ignore.

“Again, amore mio?” Terzo laughed, trying to hide how pleased he was with this development.

“Mm, how can I resist? I’m about to make you the father of my children, what’s more attractive than that?” Omega nuzzled into the crook of his neck, luxuriating in the scent of his skin before kissing along the scar that he found there. Terzo shivered at his words, his cock jumping.

“Is that a threat?”

“No, mio amato. It’s a promise.” His hand found Terzo’s shaft, stroking leisurely along his length and teasing his tip in slow circles. Terzo groaned, letting his head fall back against Omega’s shoulder, feeling himself grow harder in Omega’s hand by the second. When Terzo began to subtly thrust, Omega stopped, withdrawing his touch. Terzo whined at the loss.

“So impatient, tesoro…” Omega murmured against Terzo’s skin. “I think we should get out now. We don’t want to waste a single drop of my cum, do we?” There was a smile evident in Omega’s voice, and Terzo shook his head emphatically.

After they’d toweled off, Omega caught Terzo by the chin, kissing him fiercely. His other hand wandered down Terzo’s lean, muscled body, pumping him quickly. Terzo moaned into his mouth before needing to break away to catch his breath. Omega released him to cup and squeeze Terzo’s ample ass, clawed fingers kneading. Before Terzo knew what was happening, he was being lifted. He wrapped his legs around Omega, meeting his lips in a bruising kiss while he stroked along his jaw.

Omega swept their belongings off of the cluttered bathroom counter with little regard, both of them ignoring the sound of things clattering to the floor. He sat Terzo down on the edge of it, never breaking their kiss. When Omega did pull away, it was so he could trail his lips down Terzo’s body. He made a stop at Terzo’s nipples, Terzo gasping and arching at the attention being given to one of his most sensitive areas. To Terzo’s surprise, Omega dropped to his knees before him on the floor, nudging Terzo’s legs apart. He didn’t need much prompting, spreading wide for Omega.

Terzo was treated to Omega licking his hole with the flat of his forked tongue before swirling around his rim. Terzo gasped again, the sensations catching him off guard. Omega hummed against him and Terzo groaned, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up his spine.

Omega prodded at Terzo’s mind with his quintessence, asking to be let in, to connect their minds. Terzo eagerly let him in, and Omega groaned at being able to feel his own tongue flicking against Terzo the way his lover did. When Omega began to touch himself, Terzo moaned at the sensation coursing over their bond, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Omega was diamond-hard and dripping onto the floor, throbbing with every heartbeat.

When Omega’s tongue slipped inside, Terzo cried out. His hands gripped Omega’s horns, pulling his soft white hair, unable to settle. He squeezed Omega’s head tightly between his thighs, squirming when Omega let out a muffled chuckle. He could feel it as Omega tasted himself inside Terzo, letting his eyes flutter closed at the surge of arousal this stirred in his ghoul. Omega directed his thoughts at him, conveying one word that nearly sent Terzo over the edge.

“ Mine.”

Omega projected some of his recurring fantasies into Terzo’s head: Terzo, lounging bare in their bed, heavy with their child as he beckons Omega forward. Lazily fucking up into Terzo while he sits in his lap with his back to Omega’s chest, his hands exploring Terzo’s swollen belly. Pounding into Terzo with his face buried in the sheets, his ass in the air to take some of the weight of his rounded middle off of his back.

Terzo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the onslaught of images, his thighs clamping down harder around Omega’s ears. All he could do was think back the word “ Please ,” trying to convey how badly he wanted all of those things. Omega decided now would be the perfect time to reach up and begin stroking Terzo again, working him hard and fast while his tongue continued its assault. Omega was chasing Terzo’s pleasure more than his own, determined to break him. Soon Terzo’s chest was heaving, leaving him fighting for air.

“Wait–” Terzo stopped him, struggling to get the words out. Omega let his hand fall away but his tongue continued. “Your cock– I need your cock inside me… Oh fuck, Omega, please fuck me–!” Terzo knew that his begging was music to Omega’s ears. He groaned as he felt the bolt of lust that shot through Omega at his words. Omega disentangled himself from Terzo’s legs, quickly rising to his feet and hurrying to their bedroom. Terzo hated to see him go, but didn’t mind the view. Omega returned within seconds with a black bottle in hand, sloppily preparing himself and getting into position.

Omega slammed balls deep into Terzo in an instant, not giving him any time to adjust before he set a brutal rhythm. Terzo let out a moan so loud that it was nearly a yell in response to being so full, so thoroughly fucked, so suddenly. He clung onto Omega’s shoulders, fingernails digging in and dragging down Omega’s back as though he were trying to leave marks of his own. Through Omega’s quintessence, Terzo felt his own tight warmth and pressure the way that Omega did, felt the maddening desire coursing through Omega’s veins.

“Your hole belongs to me… You… Your body, your soul … belongs to me,” Omega spat through gritted teeth, sliding his hands under Terzo’s ass and digging his claws into his cheeks. Omega’s teeth sank into Terzo’s unmarred shoulder, hard enough to draw blood again, laying further claim to him. Terzo shivered as he felt Omega’s bottomless, insatiable appetite for his lover. Omega only released him when he could feel Terzo drawing close.

“Delicious,” Omega whispered in Terzo’s ear. Terzo began to tighten around Omega, unable to fight off his release any longer. He came hard on his own stomach, dragging Omega over the edge with him through their bond. Omega’s seed spilled into Terzo, leaking out of him, Omega doing his best to fuck it in deeper. Terzo collapsed into Omega’s arms, Omega chuckling and stroking his raven hair.

When Omega reluctantly pulled out, Terzo tried to stand on shaky legs and nearly fell. Omega caught him just in time. He was gingerly picked up and carried bridal style to their bed. After carefully setting Terzo down on his usual side of the bed, Omega got a towel and cleaned both of them up. Omega made sure their phones were plugged in and settled down bedside Terzo, laying his head on Terzo’s bare chest. Terzo felt a wave of warmth and love and a possessive protectiveness for his husband wash over him. His fingers carded through Omega’s hair as they basked in the afterglow together, soaking up the feel-good hormones.

Omega’s hand came to rest on Terzo’s stomach, like it often did these days. There was little wonder why; there was nothing in this world that either of them wanted more than to have a family together. A previously locked door they had spent decades crying in front of was now open to them, and they were racing hand in hand to see what was on the other side. Terzo pulled Omega close to his body, placing an affectionate kiss to the top of his head while his free hand rubbed up and down Omega’s back.

“What are we gonna name them, tesoro?” Omega said dreamily, almost sleepily. Terzo couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. They’d had this conversation many times over the previous months. Terzo had never once wavered in his stance, no matter how much he had been tempted to.

“You know we cannot talk about that until we are sure, mio caro,” Terzo warned him, but his tone was light. He was so close to giving in, he wanted to so badly; he just couldn't bear that much extra heartache, should their attempts fail. Omega made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine as he huffed.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just get so excited… I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait to have a kit with you.” Omega sighed. Terzo’s heart ached, years of deep sorrow only barely masked by their newfound hope. Terzo knew Omega must be picking up on the pangs of sadness shooting through him and didn’t want it to ruin their night, but he couldn’t stop it. Omega pressed a lingering kiss to Terzo’s bare skin, projecting feelings of calm reassurance onto him. It helped, at least a little.

“I love you so much, Terzo, you are everything to me. The only thing in any realm that matters.”

One kiss turned into two, then three, and then Omega’s mouth was roaming across the expanse of Terzo’s chest, taking his time. Omega’s breath grew heavy and hot against Terzo’s skin. When Omega’s tongue came out to give Terzo’s nipple a long lick, Terzo inhaled sharply, his body jolting. Omega kissed the overly-sensitive flesh at first, then began sucking and nipping, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. Terzo felt himself throb almost painfully as his tired body struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

Omega sat up to reach the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while Terzo twitched and writhed. His hand found Terzo’s cock, lightly running his clawed fingers up and down his shaft. Terzo jumped.

“Ah–! A-amore, I do not think I can do it again… not tonight. I am drained. I have nothing left in me to give…” Terzo reluctantly admitted. Omega pressed himself against Terzo’s leg, already half hard.

“Mm, but I still have plenty to give you.” Omega still sounded impossibly turned on. He kissed his way up Terzo’s neck until he came to rest at his earlobe, biting. “Do you want it? I’ll give it all to you if that’s what you want. You have all of me, always.” Terzo took a long moment to think about it.

“Sì. Give me everything you have left. I want all of you…” Terzo was aching with need, unable to fight the fire raging within him. He reached over to grasp Omega’s cock, pumping him in slow strokes. Omega’s mouth latched back onto Terzo’s nipple, working him harder this time. Terzo squeaked. He released Omega to cup and stroke his balls, earning a low groan. Omega released him with a soft sound.

“Roll over for me, mio amato,” Omega murmured. Terzo knew what he wanted, moving to face away from his husband. Omega spooned up next to him, grinding against Terzo’s ass. Terzo reached to grab the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table and passed it to him, and Omega rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. Terzo hummed happily.

Preparing himself quickly, Omega grabbed Terzo’s leg, slinging it over his own for easier access. Terzo sobbed as Omega slowly slipped inside, overstimulated but desperately craving more. After letting out a shuddering sigh of relief, Omega gave Terzo a moment before he began to move. He was gentle, moving in long, smooth thrusts. An arm snaked its way around Terzo, pulling his hips closer to his body, wanting to go deeper. His hand began to play with Terzo’s cock, but Terzo whimpered pitifully.

“I’m sorry, mia ombra, that is too much. I can't handle it,” Terzo said, his voice thick with remorse. Omega nuzzled against the back of Terzo’s neck as he let him go.

“Don’t apologize, mio amato, it’s ok,” he cooed, kissing the bite he’d left on Terzo’s shoulder. He moved his hand to Terzo’s lower belly, feeling the impact of his own cock. Terzo shivered, want mounting but knowing he’d be unable to finish; he was simply too sensitive. He shed a tear in frustration, deciding to close his eyes and instead revel in how good he already felt.

Omega’s hands began to map out Terzo’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he once again got to Terzo’s nipples, he began to play with them, circling and tweaking. Terzo made a sound that was somewhere between a cry and a moan, pushing back into Omega. He’d meant it when he said he wanted all of his partner, every inch. Soon Omega’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, panting in Terzo’s ear. Terzo started to pant along with him at being ridden so hard. When Omega came in Terzo one final time, snarling almost painfully as his claws dug hard into Terzo’s hip, Terzo didn’t cum in return. He was too worn out, and he was ok with that. He was simply happy to have satisfied his husband, to have been filled up with his seed again.

They lay there entwined together as they caught their breath, Omega still buried in Terzo’s ass, whispering praise and sweet nothings to him. Terzo had nearly fallen asleep when Omega finally decided to withdraw. Rolling over and stumbling to his feet, Omega retrieved the towel and again cleaned them up. Terzo selfishly missed his warmth, but he knew they’d be uncomfortable in the morning if he didn’t. When Omega crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around him, Terzo turned in his hold, nuzzling his face into Omega’s soft white chest hair. They pressed their bodies together tightly, both wanting to be as close as possible.

“Omega?” Terzo asked quietly.

“Yeah?” Omega’s voice was soft in answer. His claws drew unseen patterns on Terzo’s back that almost tickled.

“Do you really think it’ll work?” There was sadness in Terzo’s voice that he couldn’t hide. Omega squeezed him tighter.

“Yes, mia luce. Yes. I know it will, I feel it in my heart. We are destined to have a family. We have fought so hard to get here, defied so many impossible odds. Our fates are intertwined. You are my miracle, and we will get another.” Omega’s tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. Terzo teared up, nodding as Omega’s words sank in. He felt safe and warm, full of love for the ghoul holding him. Full of love for their potential family, a love that he was still learning not to be afraid of.

He drifted off in Omega’s embrace to blissful dreams of a coveted future, flooded with images of a beautiful little girl who looked just like his husband. He hoped to meet her someday.

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jawritter · 4 years ago

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Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

A/N: This is the first time i have ever written ABO in the context. So please take it easy of me if some of the information isn’t isn’t normal ABO dynamic, or isn’t necessarily something seen in specific AU’s before! This is not a series, just a one shot! As always feedback is golden. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous about posting this one. It’s the most “Non-Con” I have ever written, and it took me weeks to get this written out in a way that I thought might be acceptable. I hope you all enjoy this one!

This one was Beta’d by @squirrelnotsam! Thanks so much hun! <3

Please heed the warnings on this Fic!! Warnings: (((TRIGGER WARNING!! This fic contains Non-Con, borderline rape implications! Please take caution when reading this if something like this affects you! )))

Other Warnings: Smut, almost non-con, angst, possessive Alpha, ABO Dynamics, knotting, forced claiming, forced knotting rut, almost feral Alpha, true mates, soul mates, knotting, mentions of first heat, language, scenting, non consensual scenting, disturbing Alpha behavior. Aggression, Pain, scared reader, Dean can be pretty scary in this one. Massive age gap! 19 year old reader x 41 year old Dean! Mention of parental death of reader’s parents. Language I’m sure because it’s me.

Word count: 5244

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“That will be $8.97,” you tell the woman standing in front of you. She pays you for her purchase, and you hand her bag to her as the door opens and closes with a dinging chime.

Your eyes train to the large Alpha male that just walked into the filling station you were working at in Lebanon, Kansas. The Omega you were just checking out wasted no time in straightening her blouse by pulling it down lower, and making quite the show of herself as the Alpha grabbed a basket near the door, and lumbered his way over to the beer cooler, not even giving her a second look.

You had to suppress the snort as the Omega harshly grabbed the bag from the counter where she’d laid it when the Alpha had walked in the door, and made her way quickly towards the exit, leaving you alone with the Alpha as he made his way around the store, filling his little basket with things he usually buys every time he came in.

Pie, beer, jerkies of different types, sometimes toilet paper, the odd Playboy as well as the next copy of Busty Asian Beauty, lube.

You weren’t worried about being left alone in the small store with the rather large and very attractive Alpha. It’s not like it was the first time he’d ever been there, and it wasn’t like he would have any interest in you, a beta.

By law, you weren’t even allowed to speak to him unless he spoke to you first. Betas were considered even lower than Omegas and weren’t allowed to address an Alpha directly. You had to choose your words wisely when it comes to Omegas too, but they weren’t nearly as hard about that law as they were with the Alphas.

You watched quietly from behind the counter as the Alpha picked up the newest porn magazine from the rack and placed it in his basket after thumbing through a few pages.

You wondered if the Alpha lived alone. He carried himself like a bachelor, you never saw him with an Omega, nor had he expressed any interest in any Omega that was in the store the same time he was, male or female. Maybe something was wrong with him physically that prevented him from having those hormone-driven urges that seemed to rule the Alpha and Omega community?

Whatever the reason, the Alpha seemed to be almost done with his shopping, so he made his way over the counter with his basket, setting it down before finally looking up at you, giving you a tight smile before grabbing a few candy bars and adding them to his pile of stuff.

You returned his smile with a little more enthusiasm than what was probably necessary, but you couldn’t help it. Alpha or not, the man was sex on two bowed legs, and you weren’t dead.

Instead of speaking, when you had his total, you turned the screen to him so that he could read his total. This was your usual routine with the Alphas that came in the store; it was just safer.

His piercing green eyes seemed to burn a little as he tilted his head to the side and looked at you, or as much of you as he could see through the counter. Something in his stare made you want to blush; even though Alphas and Betas were not compatible physically, you felt like he was sizing you up. You had no scent strong enough that he would be attracted to, and you weren’t anatomically able to take his knot, which from what you understand was necessary to fulfill his needs.

You were 19 years old. If you were going to be anything other than a Beta by now you were positive you would have presented. You still had not, so the Alpha staring at you made you literally take a step back away from the counter, your heart rate spiking as hungry eyes watched you curiously, like he was noticing you for the first time even though you’d rang up his items a thousand times before.

“What’s your name?” he grunts, and his baritone voice sends a shiver down your spine, landing somewhere deep in your stomach, making it do a flip of sorts.

“Y/N,” you answer shortly, utterly unaccustomed to talking to Alphas. There was no one Alpha that you could recall that had ever spoken to you, and you had been working at this filling station since you were 16.

Your parents were killed by a demon when you were very small, and you were delivered to an Omega compound when you were only 12 by the man that saved your life. It was assumed you would present as an Omega because you came from what they all called a “pure” bloodline.

Much to the community leaders disappointment you never presented. So they kicked you out on your ass to fend for yourself, and you were lucky to have landed this job, and the Omega owner let you sleep in the back part of the storehouse.

Finding a place to live on your own as a beta, and at such a young one was virtually impossible, and you would have been dead by now if it wasn’t for her. You never told her about your past, and you never intended to, after all, who else in this twisted world would believe in demons.

The green-eyed Alpha leaned forward slightly, breathing in deeply, his nostrils flaring as he attempted to scent you from a distance, and you put your finger on the panic button just under the cigarette counter you were leaning against, ready to push it if he tried to cross the counter. Sure, you would probably be dead before the cops got there, but at least they would be able to find the security footage and maybe track him down.

You didn’t know what triggered this behavior from him, he’d never done anything like this before, and you wondered if he had just scented the Omega that was previously here, and just thought it was you.

The Alpha placed a large hand on the counter, about to start making his way around it when the door dinged again, and a skinny Beta man you thought you’d never see again entered the store.

“Dean! There you are? What’s taking so long buddy? Sam’s ready to get back to his Omega?” he said as he approached the green-eyed Alpha you now knew was named “Dean”, smiling as he noticed you standing behind the counter.

“Y/N? Little Y/N Y/L/N is that you?” he asked as he shoved the large Alpha aside, and leaned against the counter to talk to you. Earning himself a very disgruntled look from the Alpha and the Beta’s boldness.

“Hey Garth, it’s been a while,” you said, smiling at him warmly. You had met Garth years ago when he showed up to the Omega community you were living at not long after you’d been dumped there, taking a few Omegas there for safety after he wrapped up a hunt in Salt Lake City.

“No kidding! Look at you all grown up. What are you doing here?” he asked, totally ignoring Dean as his eyes narrowed, looking swiftly between yourself and Garth as if he was annoyed that he was missing something.

“Well, I never presented, so they marked me down as Beta when I was sixteen, I’ve been living and working here ever since. What are you doing here? There’s not another Demon around is there?” you asked, and before Garth could answer, Dean spoke up directly to Garth, who, for some reason, seemed completely unfazed by the large, and brooding Alpha leering at him.

“Wait a minute, what’s going on here? She knows about the life?” Dean said, pointing at you as if you were a piece of furniture, and you weren’t standing there at all. Typical Alpha male behavior, but you knew better than to call him out on it.

“Yeah! A group of hunters saved her from a particularly nasty Demon when she wasn't but twelve, and dropped her off at the hunting Omega compound. Looks like that didn’t work out though.” Garth said, giving you an apologetic look.

Dean turned his gaze to you, that same hungry look burning just below the surface as he took you in from head to toe. A deep growl low in his chest that made Garth burst into laughter, and you look at Garth as if he had finally lost his damn mind.

“Just ignore Dean, he’s an old Alpha who’s on the edge of a rut for the first time in too long. His brother and his Omega just moved into their bunker up the road here, and it’s triggered his hormones again.” Garth said with an eye roll, totally ignoring Dean as his eyes widened, and he looked at Garth like he could rip his throat out with his teeth for divulging that little bit of information.

“Come on Dean; we need to go, Sam’s gonna kill you if you wait any longer,” Garth said, grabbing the card from Dean’s pocket and throwing it on the counter for you to ring up his stuff. You quickly bagged his items, handed them to the Alpha along with his credit card as Garth blubbered on about something you weren’t even really listening to, doing all you could to ignore the burning, tingling feeling that the Alpha’s skin left on yours as your hand touched his.

The rest of the day progressed much as every day would. You could have sworn you saw that black Impala he was driving when you closed up that night, but you thought you must be imagining things, and locked the door before making your way to your makeshift bedroom in the back of the warehouse. Falling into an uneasy sleep, that seemed to be haunted by green eyes.

The next morning you trudged your way over to the front door to open up for the day, still rubbing your eyes and yawning widely. You didn’t see Dean until he pushed the door open almost on top of you before you could step back as if he was waiting on the door to open. You stumbled back out of his way in surprise, fully awake now. Dean said nothing, just came very close to you, scenting the air around you before tilting his head to look at you curiously.

You didn’t speak, you didn’t move, hell you were too afraid to do anything but stand there holding on the counter next to the coffee pots.

Leaning over your shoulder, Dean brushes his body against your own as he reaches behind you, and grabs a coffee cup, filling it with black coffee all while keeping you virtually pinned to the counter. His body moving over your much smaller frame made an involuntary shiver roll through your body as he pulled away from you, and made his way over to one of the small booth seats next to the window before making himself comfortable there. His green eyes followed your every move as you quickly made your way to hide behind the counter.

Your entire body was shaking as you tried to get a grip on yourself, as well as your imagination that was running wild in your head. It was effectively putting all kinds of thoughts that shouldn’t be there, thoughts that were not only so far fetched they were laughable, but thoughts of Dean’s hands on your skin, thoughts of Dean’s powerful body moving above yours in a way that made you almost whimper.

Shaking yourself, you continue about your day, choosing to ignore the large Alpha once you have calmed down enough to move from behind the counter. Dean never left his booth except to go to the bathroom. He stayed there literally all day long, just watching your every move. Never speaking to you, never getting close to you again, just watching. When you closed that night, you had to finally speak directly to him, to get him out of there, even though you knew you weren’t supposed to address him without being addressed first.

“Dean, I’m closing, you have to leave,” you tell him in a voice you hope sounded more confident than you felt. Dean said nothing, his green eyes racking over your body before he stands and leaves without so much as a word, and you lock the door quickly behind him.

The next week went on much of the same. Dean would be there as soon as the door unlocked. Thankfully you had learned to move when you opened the door. He’d take his seat in the booth after scenting you, then would stay there until you made him leave, just watching you.

You knew Alphas could become possessive of Betas, it was rare, but it did happen. You also knew that possessive Alpha’s could be dangerous, and had the tendency to be violent towards the Betas they have become possessive over, or they could become brutal to people around them in general.

Dean was an older Alpha. If you had to guess, he was in his early 40’s and unmated. Things like this happened when Alphas went unmated for too long.

You tried to text Garth, but he didn’t answer, he was probably on a case somewhere. You knew Garth said that he was about to go into rut, and with Dean’s behavior as of late, you hoped that Garth was just joking. Cause a rut could mean he’d try and hurt you.

The next day you didn’t see Dean all day long. You thought maybe he found something else to be focused on or obsessed with. That or Garth got your text, and alerted this Sam they were talking about to Dean’s strange behavior. Part of you was relieved, and part of you was disappointed. Sure, you knew you and Dean could never be a thing, and staring aside, he did make you feel a little safer when he was around, and he definitely made you blush every time he looked at you like he wanted to touch you.

Three more days passed without Dean making an appearance, and you had all but gave up on ever seeing Dean again. You check to make sure everything is off before trudging your way towards the little bedroom you had made for yourself. Your mind on Dean, and not really on your surroundings, you almost miss the large man standing in your room when you turned your light off, almost, a possessive growl let you know you weren’t alone pretty quickly.

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as you turned slowly to find Dean, standing in the middle of your room with nothing but a low hanging pair of sweats that were doing very little to hide his thick length that was straining against the fabric.

Your core clenched around nothing, and a shiver ran through your body as you took in the Alpha, his broad shoulders and strong chest on full display as it rose and fell rapidly with each quickened breath, sweat prickling his skin as he stood in the dim light. His tattoo shines boldly on his chest, you knew of as an anti possession tattoo from your time at the compound. You backed up and he took a step towards you, a deep purring coming from him as his lust blown eyes scanned your body.

“Dean, you need to leave,” you tell him, knowing full well that wasn’t going to happen. He was in rut, and you were the object he’d chosen to fixate on, and now you were pretty sure he was going to kill you.

Dean, back you slowly towards your bed, growling low in his throat as his body came down over yours as you fell onto your bed. He was nuzzling his face deep in your neck, scenting you and purring as his teeth ran over your throat.

“Dean, you need to stop, I’m not an Omega. We can’t do this, you will hurt me,” you beg him even though your body was screaming for the Alpha hovering over you, now nipping at the skin of your hroat.

“Not an Omega, still mine. You want me, I can smell it,” he said as he ripped your shirt from your body as if the materially wasn’t made of anything at all. The cold air hitting your skin made you gasp, large hands roaming all the free skin as his mouth claimed yours dominating you easily. His tongue sliding over yours as his huge hands pulled your shorts and underwear from your body. He threw them to the floor before he discarded his own sweats.

“Dean, think about this, I can’t take your knot, this isn’t going to do anything but frustrate you further,” you attempt to make him see reason, even though your body was arching into him as if he couldn’t get close enough, his thick cock sliding through your dripping folds, gathering as much of your slick as he could. Purring and licking at your throat as he did so.

Dean was huge, you had heard that Alphas were large, but Dean was so big that you weren’t sure he’d get in all the way. You’d only ever been with Betas before, and you were convinced that he was twice the size of any of them without his knot.

“Mine,” Dean growled against your skin as he pushed into you, fully seating himself inside of you in one thrust, surprising you. The stretching was almost painful: you had never felt so full in all of your life. Dean’s mouth fell open in an inhuman growl as his lips latched around your nipple, sucking and biting as his hips began to snap into yours. He pulled himself almost all the way out before fully penetrating you again. Each powerful thrust on the edge of pure bliss and too much.

You were almost sure that you could practically scent him as he continued to pound himself into your body, over and over again hitting that stop deep down inside of you that no one had ever been able to reach before. Purrs and growls falling from his lips as teeth repeatedly grazed the same spot on your neck. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach with each powerful thrust, and before long, you were coming undone around him. Dean continued to fuck you through it. Groaning and sucking a mark onto your shoulder as spots appeared before your vision.

Your head lulled back as you came down from your high. Dean’s body continued to slam into your own.

That’s when you felt it, the stinging pain that was the beginnings of his knot. You knew he was about to split you open, and you did everything you could to get him off of you, scratching, and biting seemed to only push him on. Possessive growls left his lips with each thrust into your abused heat.

“Dean, please stop, I can’t,” you begged him as you felt his knot start to swell further, and pain began to radiate through your body. Dean was too far gone, an animalistic look on his face as he quickened his pace.

You screamed as his knot popped, locking the two of you together as he came, his teeth sank deep into the skin of your throat as your mouth fell open in a scream that never came out. Your vision goes black as indescribable pain radiated through your body. The last thing you remember was Dean purring above you as everything faded to black.

Time seemed to be moving at a strange pace after that. You would get flashes of what you only assumed could be reality because of the blinding pain radiating through our body. You could have sworn you heard Dean apologizing to you between whining noises as he carried you somewhere. Then there was the sound of the Impala starting, after that, you didn't know much. Except for pain, you knew pain because it felt like it was burning through every fiber of your being.

When you woke up again, the pain was gone, but the first thing you saw was fiery red hair, making you jump, which caused pain to shoot through your body again.

“Easy there, dear, you’ve been through a lot; let’s not move around too quickly,” her thick accent and motherly voice seemed soothing to you, and you slowly tried to calm your breathing.

“Where am I? Who are you?” you asked, eyes shooting around the room that looked like an old infirmary.

“You’re in the Men of Letters Bunker. Poor Dean brought you here after he almost killed you.”

Your heart rate spiked up at the thought of Dean. You didn’t know if you were afraid of him, or more anxious to see him again. The whining sound he was making as he carried you to his car was still so clear in your ears, and even though he did this to you, something in you told you that he didn’t mean to do it. That he wasn’t in control, he would have never hurt you of his own free will. If so, he wouldn’t have brought you here, but instead left you there to die.

“Where is Dean?” you asked her as she fussed over your neck bandages where Dean had bitten you.

“He’s locked in his room until he is out of his rut, not by choice mind you, he’s not happy about being kept away from you. He should be out of it by the end of the day. Last I checked on him, and he will be happy to hear you're awake, the name’s Rowena by the way, “ she said as she walked over to the old book sitting at a table in the corner of the room.

You watched as the older Omega woman flipped through the old book's pages in front of her, adding ingredients to the bowl sitting on the table next to her.

“Why did he do this to me?” you asked her just as the door opened and closed with Garth, and another very large Alpha entered the room with long brown hair.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. Rowena here is the best witch in the business, and if there’s a way to solve this, she can.” Garth said as he flopped down at the foot of your bed. “This is Sam, by the way, Dean’s little brother.”

Sam nodded politely at you before making his way over to Rowena.

“What we don’t understand is why my brother tried to claim and knot a beta. He doesn’t understand it either. All we can get out of him is that you're his mate and that he needs to see you. I'm sure you don’t want that to happen, especially after what he did to you, so we’ve locked him in his room.” Sam said, his eyes barely leaving the book.

“I’ve heard of a lot of strange things, but I’ve never heard of an Alpha trying to claim and knot a beta as if she was an Omega, and then calling her his mate,” Garth said.

“He’s been following me around for days now, and then he just showed up and…”

You were cut off by a banging on the door, followed by a loud whining, you recognized as Dean. Rowena’s eyes flashed a purple color, and she turned to smile at everyone in the room as the incessant whining and banging continued.

“Don’t worry, he’s not getting through that door, you should rest Dear,” she told you as the room started to get fuzzy, you were sure she was the cause of your sudden drowsiness in attempt to keep you from further agitating Dean, but you didn’t have time to respond to her before you fell back into a deep sleep.

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The next thing you remember is feeling warm, very warm, as if a body was pressed against yours. That’s what made your eyes snap open to see Dean’s worried gaze as he lay in the bed next to you, your body scooped up and pressed tight against his own, holding onto you as if he could protect you from all danger.

Deep whines mixed with purrs filled the room as he nuzzled himself into you gently, scenting you deeply as if he could scent you.

“This is a Bad Idea,” Sam’s voice came from the other side of the room. He was clearly keeping his distance from the Alpha that was holding you.

“He’s not going to hurt her, Sam,” Rowena said. Shifting very close to you, setting a bowl down next to you with strange ingredients inside.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I swear I would have never done that if I could have stopped, I would have, I never wanted to hurt you,” Dean mumbled, kissing your forehead gently as if you were some fragile thing. His large body all but covering your protectively as you fought against your groggy state.

“We think we know what the problem is,” Garth said from somewhere behind Dean. “See all those years ago, that Demon must have done something to you, sort of like what Azazel did to Sam. You were an experiment. One that intended to turn Omega’s into Beta’s before they even presented. There are traces of the Omega gene in your blood. Crowley mentioned something about it a long time ago, but we didn’t know he was successful. The only explanation is that you were Dean’s true mate, and he can somehow still sense it, which is why he went almost feral and tried to claim you.”

You could almost feel the anxiety rolling off of Dean’s body, and you instinctively nuzzled his hold, earning purrs of approval from the Alpha above you.

“See that, she senses he’s nervous, and she’s trying to comfort him. She’s his Omega, I just got to get the spell right to fix this,” Rowena said, shuffling around in her bowl.

“So what are you all gonna do to me?” you asked as Dean tightened the covers around the both of you, pulling you deeper into him.

“We’re going to turn you into an Omega,” Sam says, handing Rowena a strange vile of something to add to her bowl.

You look up at Dean nervously, and he places his lips softly on yours in a chaste kiss.

“It’s gonna be okay; I wouldn’t let them do this if it was going to hurt you. They’re just gonna fix what that sick asshole did to you all those years ago.” Dean said, his deep baritone voice was comforting to you, and you could swear that you could almost feel the bond between the two of you, and you were still technically a beta.

“Okay, dear, we’re ready,” Rowena said as she placed the bowl on the bed next to you, and you buried your face in Dean’s throat.

You could hear her making incantations, and things first. Then a strange tingling started to stretch through your body. Scents became stronger; you could smell Dean first. His own mouth-watering musk, mixed with evergreen and gunpowder, then Sam, and Rowena.

Your skin started to heat up as Dean’s body tense above your own, purring as Rowena ended her spell. Pressing his nose to your neck he scented you deeply.

Your body felt new, refreshed even. The soreness that was there from what Dean had done was gone, and you could feel everything Dean felt. Every emotion, every fear. It was all so overwhelming. Reaching up, you pulled the bandage away from your neck, revealing the mark Dean had left there. His claim still shines against your skin, as even though you knew he thought it would be gone.

Rowena clapped her hands behind you as Dean ran his tongue along the claiming mark on your neck, and slick started to gather at your thighs in response to your Alpha. “Well, my job here is done. Call me if you all need me, oh and enjoy, dear,” she said, patting Dean on the shoulder as she made her way to the door. Dean picked you up bridal style, making his way towards his room that would now be your room.

Not stopping until he had you laid down on his bed, lying down close to you before pulling you into him, purring as he nipped at the skin of your throat.

“My Omega,” he purred against you, an overwhelming feeling of peace washing over you with each touch of his large, warm hand against your small frame.

“My Alpha,” you tell him, nuzzling closer to him, letting his scent wash over you in waves.

“I thought you didn’t exist, I thought I was doomed to die alone. Then when I found you, I thought I had lost my mind. Then when I came to myself in your room… I’m so sorry, Omega, I will never hurt you again,” Dean said, his voice cracking as he pulled his clothes from his body, throwing them to the floor as you did the same. Desperate to feel your Alpha’s skin on yours. Heat roars through your veins as his body wrapped around yours, his half-hard cock resting on your thighs as he settles himself to lay between your legs.

You place your small hand on his chest as his lips claim yours in an intoxicating kiss before rolling himself on top of you. Grinding his hips against yours, rutting his hardening length against your clit as the first wave of cramps rolls through your stomach of your first heat. Slick gushing over him as he pressed himself against your entrance, knowing what your body needed, and ready to give it to you. The foreplay could come later; right now, he just needed to be as close to you as possible.

“It’s okay Alpha. In a lot of ways, I’m so glad you found me. I was sleeping in a storage closet for fucks sakes.”

Dean growled as he entered you slowly in one smooth thrust. The amount of slick your body was creating made a smooth entrance, and he held himself still inside of you as his lips claimed yours. Your walls fluttering around his throbbing length as your body welcomed him like a missing piece that finally was in place after being lost for so long. Both of you groaned in relief as he filled you.

“Gonna take care of you Omega, no more sleeping in storage rooms. I can’t give you much, but I can give you all that I have, and I can protect you with everything in me.”

Dean hips snap into you in a rough thrust as his instincts begin to take over, and your heat starts to take the forefront of his attention.

“I’m all yours Alpha. Always will be.”

There was a lot you still had to learn about being an Omega, and you still didn't even know your Alpha really, but you knew one thing, you were so glad he found you. Pain and all, it was worth it.

Fate always finds a way, even with everything against you. In the most unlikely places, even after you gave up hope. That’s one lesson you will never forget.

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Different but the Same (pt. 17)

tw: sex, knotting, marking, cursing, insecurities/anxiety, praise, mentions of rough/degrading sex, mentions of guilt/fighting, discussion about consent

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: R18+/M

Omegaverse AU, Rating: 18+/M

Pairings: Iwaizumi x fem!reader, Ushijima x fem!reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

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ch. 17: Honesty Hours

The golden light filtered through the curtains and bathed her face, causing her eyes to flutter open. An arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer into the muscular chest that vibrated against her back. “Good morning princess,” he rasped, a deep baritone as his own sleepy eyes peeled open. His warm breath tickled the shell of her ear.

“Haji,” she purred, turning slightly so that she could bury her face into his chest. Iwaizumi chuckled, voice husky as a hand carded through her locks.

“Sleep ok?”

The opening of the door surprised Iwaizumi as he glanced up from his dinner, the familiar scent of strawberry filling the room as he stood abruptly - chair screeching as it dragged against the floor.

“You’re back.”

“Haji.” She beamed back at him.

His heart stuttered. “I would have picked you up if I knew that you were coming back tonight.”

(Name) shrugged, “I didn’t wanna wait for you, I just wanted to be back.” The words ‘with you’ hung over them.

Iwaizumi’s brown eyes scanned her figure, taking note of the lack of new marks, though the stench of mountains still lingered. He swallowed, nodding. As she opened her mouth, he held up a hand. “I know you’re tired, baby. Why don’t you go shower, and meet me in the nest? We’ll talk about it later.”

Relief filled her features as she bit her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

Iwaizumi swallowed his reservations, nodding. She had returned to him as she had promised, and for now, he’ll have to accept that.

He spent the rest of the night holding her close to him, hoping to completely saturate her with his scent. Not quite ready to give her up just yet.

(Name) nodded, eyes shutting as she took in his warm embrace - the scent comforting her. This was how she preferred to wake up: in Iwaizumi’s arms, surrounded by his love as they cuddled in their nest.

“I’m glad. We have a fun day planned ahead, baby. We need to get ready soon.”

“No.” She snuggled deeper into his chest.

“No?”

Iwaizumi chuckled again as Omega’s lips jutted out against his left pectoral.

“Can we cuddle longer?” She asked childishly, peeking up into his face. (Name) admired the way the sun highlighted the golden flecks in his brown eyes. Iwaizumi nodded, a hand slipping under the shirt she had stolen from him as it gently gripped her hip.

“Of course, princess. Anything for you.”

*****

“Ah, Haji!” She grinned, spinning towards him. The long woolen sweater swaying with the movements. (Name) was wearing an oversized wool sweater paired with some leggings and boots. Iwaizumi was wearing a woolen button-up with dark blue jeans. He grinned at (Name) before they looked around their surroundings.

They were standing outside the Sendai Aquarium, a place that (Name) had grown up visiting as a child before her parents moved away and before she started high-school. It had been ages since she had last visited.

“Oh Haji, you’d have so much fun!” Her eyes sparkled as she fell into the depths of her memories. “They have all types of awesome marine animals, and their dolphin show was so fun!”

“Is that right?”

They were sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework assignments. (Name) had been doing research on marine animals for her science class, which is what spurred on the topic of the local aquarium. Iwaizumi watched with fascination as her expression filled with such wonder as she flitted through the various photos. His brown eyes darted down to the date before opening a private window on his laptop.

As he viewed the options for extra packages, he glanced back up at his mate.

Anything to make the love of his life happy.

“You’re the absolute best,” (Name) squealed as she flung herself into his arms.

Iwaizumi chuckled, swinging her slightly before gently placing her down. “Just wait until you see what else I have planned.”

Her eyes widened, “really?”

Iwaizumi threw his arm around her shoulder as they walked into the aquarium, “Really, really.”

He couldn’t help but watch in awe as she led him through the aquarium, following the dimly lit paths as they visited exhibit after exhibit. They had a wonderful morning after their extended cuddle session.

“Haji!” she protested, pouting. “Let me help!”

As she reached for the chopsticks, Iwaizumi smacked her knuckles. “No, this is your birthday and I will spoil my mate,” he scolded, eyes flashing dangerously.

(Name) pouted, crossing her arms as she plopped back onto her seat - her legs swinging. “C’mon, you don’t have to do all that. What happened to being partners and mates before all else?”

“Yeah we are partners and mates before all else,” Iwaizumi agreed, stirring the eggs in the pan. “But that means that I’m allowed to spoil you whenever I see fit, so take the spoiling!”

She rolled her eyes, watching patiently as Iwaizumi finished the rolled eggs. It was definitely a different experience to see Iwaizumi taking over her kitchen, though it wasn’t an unwelcome change. It made her heart flutter to see how hard her mate worked in order to treat her, even if it was just for her birthday. Iwaizumi laid out the bowls and plates down in front of her, setting down the grilled salmon in front of her accompanied by the rolled eggs, pickled salad, agedashi tofu, and a bowl of miso soup and rice. A small plate of steamed gyoza sat in between them for them to share. (Name) giggled, of course Iwaizumi would include his favourite food for breakfast.

“What?”

“Nothing baby.”

Iwaizumi’s gaze softens as he takes his seat beside her, holding her hand and brushing his lips against her knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Haji.” She picked up her chopsticks, playfully tapping them together. “This looks so yummy, thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you.”

A soft smile breaches Iwaizumi's face. He glanced at his watch. “Hey baby, let’s make our way back to the stadium, yeah?”

Her face drops slightly as her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh uh, sure?” They had just been about to visit the Oceania exhibit where the fairy penguins were.

She followed his lead as he gently escorted her to the stadium, fighting back to suppress the excitement that throttled his body and pulsed through her mark. “Haji?” she asked, her free hand covering the mark slightly. “Why are you so excited?”

“Shh, you’ll see in a second.” They entered the stadium where Iwaizumi had her stop for a moment. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

“Alright.”

(Name) watched curiously as Iwaizumi went up to the staff before returning with a massive grin. The pangs of his anticipation got harder to ignore. “C’mon.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on now?”

“Ta-da!”

With a splash of water, a dolphin hopped onto the flat surface of the floor right beside the water-side.

“Oh my gosh!” (Name) gasped as the dolphins squealed at her.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

“Miss, come with me.” One of the employees stepped forward, extending a hand for (Name).

“Oh okay!” She glanced between Iwaizumi, the employee, and the dolphin - barely able to restrain her own excitement. Iwaizumi watched with crossed arms as (Name) sat beside the dolphin, her eyes widening with unadulterated joy as she was guided to gently stroke the smooth and rubbery skin.

“You can sit with her, sir.”

Iwaizumi glanced at the employee, giving them a short nod. “Thank you.” He squatted down beside her, letting one of his arms fall around her waist as they posed for pictures with the dolphin. He couldn’t wait to see how the photos from today would turn out.

As they walked away from the stadium, (Name) threw herself into Iwaizumi’s arms. “Haji! That was so cool! I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Iwaizumi chuckled, holding her tight. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, babe.”

“You’re the absolute best,” she sniffed, burying her face into his shoulder.

“You say that, but the surprises aren’t over yet,” he smirked mischievously.

“I feel like my heart is going to give out with all of these surprises,” she mumbles, shaking her head slightly.

“I promise, you’ll like it.”

“I know I will. That’s why I’m not ready,” she replied looking up at him with semi-glossy eyes. “Thank you. Really. Thank you so much for making this the best birthday a girl could ask for.”

Iwaizumi cupped her face. “You’re the love of my life. My mate. My soulmate. I won’t accept anything but the best for you, alright?” He pressed his lips to her forehead before straightening up, slipping his hand into hers. “Now c’mon, let’s take you to your other surprise, yeah?”

He brings her back to the Plaza of Marine Animals, just outside of The Seas of the World exhibit they had just been at before they had left to interact with the dolphins. Iwaizumi double-checked his watch once more.

Right on time.

The staff members grinned, waving at Iwaizumi, recognising him. He had gone to visit the aquarium weeks ago with the rest of the Seijoh third-years in order to see the various programs and to see what would be best for (Name)’s birthday present.

“Hi Iwaizumi-kun. Are you and your mate ready?”

“Yes we are,” he affirmed, squeezing her hand. (Name) looked curiously at them, tilting her head slightly.

“What are we doing?”

The employees looked at one another before handing her a bucket. Her eyes widened, making the connection as they led them to the penguin exhibit. “Oh my god, Haji!” She squealed, tears really threatening to overwhelm her now. “Are we-?”

“Well, you never shut up about penguins so I figured you might like to feed them sometime.” Iwaizumi shrugged slightly, hiding his own smile as her entire expression lit up. Her happiness warmed him like the sun on a summer’s afternoon, completely bathing him as if he was a cat sunning itself.

(Name) squealed, trembling in sheer excitement as she made her way along the glass before setting into the opened gate. “Aw, look at you dapper little fellows,” she cooed before she offered them their fish.

The employees snapped photos of them together. A photo of the penguins cuddling up and swarming around her legs as (Name) giggled. Iwaizumi crouched by the penguins, a hand extended to offer a fish to the penguin.

“Haji look!” (Name) gasped, pointing at the penguins who dove back into the water after getting a fish. Baby penguins sauntered out of their den, ruffling their fluffy feathers. “They’re so small!”

“Just as small as you,” Iwaizumi teased, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Haji!” She pouted, nudging his shoulder with her knee.

“You can get your photos at the front.” The employee informed them as the couple took the last of the fish. “Thank you for supporting our aquarium, I hope you have a wonderful day.”

“Thank you so much!”

The duo bowed before they made their way to the restrooms to wash their hands.

“Oh Haji, this was so much fun, thank you so much.” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she peered up at her mate, heart racing. After years of being together, and many, many dates, this had to be her all-time favourite.

“Just wait, there’s more,” Iwaizumi smiled, a hand settling on her hips.

*****

The couple arrived safely home, Iwaizumi closing the door behind him as (Name) shyly looked away. After the fun at the aquarium, the couple had gone to a cafe where Iwaizumi had surprised her with a class on how to make peach nerikiri. From there, the couple had journeyed home.

This was it.

This was the moment.

Turning to face her mate, she was surprised to find him standing right in front of her, his hand tilting her face up to his. Minty breath fanned across her lips before he captured them with his own. She could faintly taste the peach from the sweets they had made earlier.

“Wait.” She put her hands onto Iwaizumi’s chest. “Before we get started...do you wanna help me make my nest?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened, his arms falling around her waist. “Really?”

(Name) blinked shyly at him, nodding. “It’d feel right. If we had a nest.” He scooped her into his arms, pulling her into a kiss as he carried her towards the room.

“It would, wouldn’t it?” He purred, nosing the mark he’d placed on her. She reciprocated his movements, placing open-mouthed kisses on the spot where her mark would go; her chest vibrated as her purrs met his. “Now, let’s build a nest, shall we?”

Iwaizumi pulled away, his brown eyes sparkling as he looked at his perfect mate. She nodded, affectionately nipping his neck before springing out of his arms. Iwaizumi shivered with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut before he opened them to the sight of his Omega grabbing her nesting blankets from her closet.

“What should I do?”

“Can you grab the other blankets in the closet and scent them for me?” She climbed onto her bed, neatly arranging the blankets. Iwaizumi did as she asked, excitement spiking through him.

In all of their years of courting, she had never before asked him to help her with a nest. Sure he’s been in her nest before, and definitely scented things for her, but never helped her make it. The act of it now felt so much more intimate than he had expected. The room filled with a flurry of pine and strawberry clashing as Iwaizumi moved to hand her the freshly scented items. The Omega pressed them to her face, letting out a satisfied chirp at the scent, before she padded them into the nest. “Can I get your volleyball stuff too?” She turned, lip jutting out.

“You don’t have to pout like that ‘Mega, you know I’d give it to you if you ask. I’d give you the world if that's what you wanted.” Iwaizumi chuckled, grabbing his duffel and pulling out his volleyball jerseys. “Sorry, I’ve washed them since I used them.”

He tried to hand them to her only for her to push his hand back, his eyebrows quirking up. “Scent.” His deep baritone laugh filled the air as he complied.

As soon as he was finished, she yanked it out of his hands, patting it into the nest. With a satisfied trill, she jumped in, disappearing from sight. Iwaizumi stood beside it, waiting patiently as he listened to her happy chirps as she rolled around in it, unseen. Her head popped up, beaming as bright as the afternoon sun. “You can come in, Haji.”

With a soft purr, he pounced. Diving in, he was quick to wrap his arms around his little Omega. She squealed, curling up into him as he started scenting her. “My beautiful mate,” he breathed, decorating her face with kisses. The setting sunlight trickled in, bathing her in a pool of golden light. Iwaizumi’s eyes sparkled as he took in her beauty, heart fluttering. His hands rested on either side of her head, propping himself up. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Brown eyes roamed her face before settling on her mark.

His mark.

His Alpha howled with excitement.

“I’m yours, Haji. Always have been.” Soft hands found his face, cupping it as she leaned up. Her scent consumed him as tender lips met. Gently at first, until the fire of desire overtook them. His tongue traced her lips only for her to eagerly part them, her breath coming as low pants.

A hand slipped under her shirt, tracing small circles into her hip as his fingers tightened his grip. “I love you so much baby,” he whispered against her plush lips, peppering kiss after kiss as the fire raged through his body. “So much.”

“Haji, I love you,” (Name) gasped, pulling back. Her eyes blown out with desire and lust. “Please, I need you.” Her hips rolled up, meeting his as her neck tilted to the side, exposing the mark up to him. “I’m yours, Alpha.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes darkened as the sight of his mark filled his vision. His breath catches as his hand comes up to cup her neck, the other sliding down and tugging at the bottom of her shirt. “Take it off,” he demanded, licking his lips - his eyes not leaving the mark.

(Name) purred, scooting back slightly before tearing the shirt off her body. Her fingers tugged at Iwaizumi’s shirt, whining as she glared at the offending material. Iwaizumi’s lips found her mark, gently nibbling on it as his arms reached down to strip the shirt off.

“You’re so beautiful,” Iwaizumi breathed, inhaling deeply against her mark. “My pretty mate. Mine.”

“I’m yours,” she whimpered.

Iwaizumi ripped down her leggings, tossing them onto the floor out of his way before he pushed off his own dark-blue jeans. He settled between her legs, the scent of their arousal thick in the air and clashing.

(Name) whimpered, pressing her hips up against his, slick escaping her.

“Lemme take care of you baby,” Iwaizumi cooed, nibbling on the side of her neck as he stroked his hard cock.

“Please,” she gasped, jolting as he tapped the head of his cock against her clit.

His hips rolled against hers as he pushed himself forward, lips frantically capturing hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth just as his dick sunk in - welcoming him home. Soft, breathy moans met his baritone grunts as she clenched on his cock. “Fuck baby, just like that,” Iwaizumi cursed, sucking on her bottom lip. “Fuck you’re so tight.”

“Feel so good, Haji,” she whimpered, her hands scrambling to grab onto whatever she could until they settled on his biceps. He hissed as her nails dug in, the pleasure overwhelming him. Her velvet walls caressed his dick as he slowly pushed his way in. “So big,” she moaned. Iwaizumi waited patiently as he bottomed out, the tip just kissing her cervix. He leaned closer, a hand gliding up her back as he held her close to him, leaving a trail of goose-bumps.

Hot, open-mouthed kisses were pressed along the column of her throat. Iwaizumi sucked on her flesh, littering the flesh with darkened marks. Her arms came to rest around his chest under his arms, letting her nails scrap his back. Fingers tapped his back twice, “you can move now Alpha,” she whispered, nosing along his collarbone and planting her own desperate kisses.

During her heats or his ruts, they were prone to having rough, aggressive sex where he would spit on, slap, and spank her for hours, chasing orgasm after orgasm until they’d both nearly collapsed. He took it slowly this time, enjoying the sensation of each movement as he held her tightly against him.

“I love you so much baby. Never wanna hurt you.” Iwaizumi lapped at the love-bite he had just left on her chest. She whimpered under his caress. Iwaizumi chuckled softly under his breath as he felt her pussy pulse around him. After so much practice, he knew (Name)’s body like the back of his hand. He knew exactly how to position himself, how to hold her, and just how much pressure he needed to bring her to the brink and back. He was hers, and she was his and moments like this just proved how well their souls were meant to be.

But if all those times were just fucking, then he wanted this to be the time he made love to his mate. This time was special after all - it would be their first time they would have sex since he’s marked her.

Where she would finally place her mark on him.

Electricity shot through his spine at the mere thought.

Finally, he would be able to claim her as fully his - just as he was fully hers from mind, body, and spirit.

“Please baby, I wanna make you cum on my cock,” Iwaizumi moaned, his nose nudging hers as his eyes squeezed shut. “Make you fall apart on me, wouldn’t you like that, pretty girl?” A sharp thrust had him pressing against her cervix again. He shuddered, his orgasm creeping up on him. “(Name),” he choked out, eyes snapping to her face. She made the prettiest faces when she was falling apart under him. It was a sight that he would never tire of. Nothing could compare to the unbridled pleasure of having his mate in his arms.

Her eyes snapped open, anxiety squeezing her heart. “Yes, Hajime?”

“Tell me you love me.” His brown eyes glistened as a glimmer of hesitation graced them.

“Haji, I love you. I love you so much.” She cupped his face. “I never want to be without you, ever.” Frantic kisses decorated his face, his chest, anything she could reach. “I’m yours,” she whispered, leaning up to nose his scent gland.

He let out a stifled moan, shivering under her touch as another wave of pleasure swept over him. “Mark me baby.” His nose brushed against his mark, sending sparks through her. Her pussy clenched onto him.

She pressed a kiss to his gland, licking her dry lips. “Together,” she breathed. His cock twitched at the suggestion. “Wanna be yours,” (Name) murmured, hands tracing along his jaws delicately in contrast to the aggressive way his hips met hers. “Forever.”

“Always, baby,” Iwaizumi promised, sweat dripping down his forehead. He leaned forward, exposing his gland to her as he nosed along her mark. (Name)’s jaw opened, canines pressing lightly down onto his flesh. Iwaizumi shuddered, groaning at the brief contact, thrusting forward and grinding his dick deeper against her cervix. Delicately placing his teeth onto her mark again, he brought them to the brink. One of his hands slipped down, messily rubbing circles onto the sensitive bud while the other gripped the back of her neck.

With one final thrust, her walls fluttered so deliciously around him.

As his orgasm surged forward like a raging flame, his teeth sunk into her flesh, bonding them together once more. Iwaizumi’s eyes rolled back as she placed her mark onto him. An explosion of lights flickered behind his eyelids, every nerve burning as pleasure raged through him.

“Haji!” She cried, pulling back.

Red coated her teeth as tears flowed down her cheeks. (Name) placed delicate kitten-licks over the mark, body quivering under him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi’s body seized up, ropes of cum coating her walls. His movements slowed to languid thrusts, his knot swelling and locking them together. “I love you, (Name),” Iwaizumi panted, licking away the last traces of blood from his marking.

“I love you too, Haji,” she whimpered under him, eyes fluttering shut as her head fell back onto the bed. He pulled away, wiping the blood away from his lips before he captured her lips with us. He’d never cum as hard as he did when she’d marked him, and based on the wetness between them, she’d felt the same way. “You’re stuck with me for life,” (Name) teased, bright eyes looking up at him.

“I’m okay with that.”

*****

“I was really scared I’d lose you.”

A pang shot through her as a wave of sadness slipped through the mark. She shifted, tilting her head up to look at her mate. They were still laying in the nest, his arm around her waist holding her flush against him.

“Ever since middle school, girls would go out of their way to become my friend or show interest in me, only to go behind my back and confess to Oikawa.” A scoff left his lips. “I was so fucking happy when we met at that volleyball game.”

A tug, and she was on top of him, legs intertwined with his. Their eyes met, and she could just see her reflection in his glassy eyes. A sigh left his lips, the warm air fanning across her cheeks.

“Finally I could have something that was mine. I couldn’t catch myself from falling for you.” Calloused fingers reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. His eyes closed, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, pressing her lips gently to their mark. “And then that asshole messed around with you, and I thought that I had lost the only person who was supposed to be mine.”

The wave intensified, becoming a current that they were being dragged out into. His grip tightened while his scent burned.

“You were so defenseless and I just felt so helpless. I couldn’t protect you, and I was worried that you’d leave me because of it.” Droplets rained onto her skin as she listened. He had never opened up to her like this before, and she didn’t want to interrupt, didn’t want him to close back up. Her hand reached up, caressing his cheek. A soft whimper escaped him as he leaned into her comforting touch before he cleared his throat, willing the icy claws away.

“But when you stayed, I couldn’t help it, I got so insecure.” His voice quivered as he continued, gulping loudly. “And then you were managing the volleyball team, and that’s when I started feeling worse. Ushiwaka in a position of power over you? Who knows what he could’ve made you do, what fucking shit he’d put you through. All the time we used to be spending together, you’d be spending with him. I just couldn’t help thinking to myself, is he making her happy? Does he know how lucky he is to have you there during practice? Do you prefer his pack over mine? And I just kept thinking about how he’d convince you to leave me, or somehow show you that he was the better option.”

The droplets became a stream. He sniffled.

One of his hands reached up, playing with her hair in an attempt to comfort himself. She began to pump some soothing pheromones in the air, letting him rein in some control of his emotions - sensing there was more he needed to say.

“And after he marked you? I thought it was over for us. Of course you’d choose him, he’s a fucking Apex Alpha. He’s one of the best aces in Japan. How can I compete with that?”

At this, she pulled away from his grip, sitting up and pulling him up with her. He whimpered at the loss of contact. “Hajime.” Her eyes surveyed his face as her hands went to cup his face. Leaning in, she kissed away his tears.

“You’re the love of my life.”

A kiss to his right cheek.

“There’s nobody more perfectly imperfect than you.”

To his left cheek.

“There’s not one day where I don’t think about my future with you, about our future.”

His nose.

“A life without you is not one that I want to live in.”

His sniffles got louder as he gripped her hip harder. She pulled his head into her chest, gently combing through his hair as he let go, crying into her flesh. “I’m so sorry that this happened. I promise that you’re the only Alpha for me. This pack - our pack - is the only one I want. I don’t give a fuck about Ushijima. I don’t need an Apex Alpha or the best ace in Japan. I don’t care what people say, you’re the best ace. I only want you, Hajime Iwaizumi. My soulmate, my Alpha.” With that, she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

His tender sobs became hiccups before he became overwhelmed with emotion once more. “Be mine?” he whimpered.

“I always have been. For now and always, I’m yours.”

As they laid in the comfort of each other’s company, (Name) couldn’t help the breathy sigh of satisfaction that left her. How lucky was she to find someone who loved her as much as Iwaizumi did?

*****

“I would like to apologize for my actions.”

The two best friends sat awkwardly in their dorm, Tendou on the top bunk and Ushijima at his desk.

“I could have died.”

Ushijima sucked in a harsh gulp of air. “I know.”

“Wakatoshi, you’re my best friend. You know I would do anything for you, right?”

He let his head hang as he nodded. “I know. But that does not remove my guilt. I am sorry that I put you in danger.”

“I know I shouldn’t have gone back to the dorms, but I was worried.”

Tendou hummed slightly, fiddling with his white plush dragon, the very same one that (Name) had gifted him after learning about his Studio Ghibli preferences.

The last remnants of strawberry clung to the room. Ushijima’s rut had eased up after he had knotted (Name) that first time. After proceeding to do so another three or four times that night, Ushijima had regained control over himself. He had felt only extreme remorse since she had left his dorm room.

“I did not mean to worry you.”

“You were in a lot of pain, Wakatoshi. The whole floor could hear you and I figured that would be the case after you marked her. How are you feeling now though?”

Ushijima’s fingers drummed on his desk. “Guilty.”

“What for?”

“I should not have marked her.”

Tendou snorted, nodding. “You aren’t wrong there. So what now?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you plan on doing about your relationship with her?” Tendou raised an eyebrow. “You know as well as I do that she’s our Omega, you essentially trapped her into that.”

Ushijima’s brows furrowed. “I did not trap her. I gave her a choice.”

“A choice where she would have to decide between Alphas she knew and trusted and other Alphas she’s barely interacted with.”

“But that was still her choice.”

Tendou leaned over the bunk, vermillion eyes fixing Ushijima with a hard stare. The Apex Alpha flinched, unused to such a serious expression on his best friend's face. “Wakatoshi. It doesn’t matter what you or your Alpha believes. (Name) has a bond-mate and you intruded on that relationship by courting her. Did you even ask her?”

Ushijima’s nerves froze. A bond-mate? Why hadn’t she said something sooner? He shook his head, eyes darkening.

“I gave her the watch and she accepted.”

“But did you verbally ask her?”

Ushijima paused before shaking his head. “I did not think that I needed to.”

Tendou barked with shrill laughter. “Seriously? I would have thought you knew better than that, Wakatoshi. We’ve moved past those traditional times. It’s all about consent these days.”

“I- I didn’t know.”

The middle-blocker snorted. “I care about you deeply, Wakatoshi-kun, but this is a difficult situation. You and (Name) need to both talk it out, face-to-face, without any influence from pheromones or your rut and her heat. She’s probably bonded with that wing-spiker by now.”

“I know.”

Tendou gave him a final nod before rolling back over.

“Are you hurt?” Ushijima asked.

Tendou looked over his shoulder, giving his friend a small smile. “Nothing that I can’t recover from Wakatoshi. Good night.”

“Good night, Tendou.”

Ushijima climbed out of his chair, plopping down onto his mattress and laying down. The strawberry scent floating up from his bedsheets. He rolled over, burying his face into the pillow where the scent lingered the strongest.

He knew he wasn’t guilt-free here.

He knew that (Name) was in a difficult situation.

He knew that his Alpha, his instincts, had landed them both into this. Why hadn’t he tried harder to control it?

Ushijima huffed, squeezing his eyes shut. He had to fix this.

He had to.

BONUS

“Oooh, Iwa-chan look!”

Oikawa grabbed the octopus hat, shoving it onto Iwaizumi’s head who scowled at his best friend’s antics. On his other side, Makki and Mattsun were engaged in a swordfish fight, smacking the plushies around in an attempt to force the other to submit.

“I should have never asked you idiots to come with me,” Iwaizumi growled, snatching the plush swordfish out of Makki and Mattsun hands before using both to smack Oikawa across the head.

“Ouch!” Oikawa whined, rubbing his head. He pouted. “Well why invite us if we can’t even have fun?”

“We aren’t meant to be here for fun!” Iwaizumi replied, replacing the merchandise before apologising to the store owner. “You’re supposed to help me decide which thing (Name) would like better.”

Makki snorted as the group made their way to the exhibits. “Wouldn’t you know that? Since you’re her mate and all.”

Iwaizumi face-palmed.

Why oh why did he think this would be a good idea?

“Do you think we could kidnap a penguin?”

The third years turned to see a grey-haired lanky male, who had his face pressed against the glass as he stared at the penguins.

“Y’know what, I’m just going to talk to the employees. Stay here.” Iwaizumi gave Oikawa a pointed look before he disappeared in search of an aquarium employee.

“Maybe we should try and steal a penguin too,” Makki muttered to Mattsun. Loud footsteps distracted the Seijoh third-years, drawing their attention to the entrance of the exhibit.

“Lev!” A short Alpha stormed towards the tall multiracial male, kicking him square in the back. “I told you to wait at the entrance for the rest of the pack!” The Alpha glared at the taller Alpha before grabbing his arm and dragging him off. “I swear, we can’t take you anywhere.”

“But Yaku! You can’t lose me.” Lev’s eyes sparkle as he points at the fairy penguins. “You’re as big as these penguins! You’ll see me anywhere you go.”

An angry tick-mark appeared on the libero’s forehead. “Lev!” He snapped, his Alpha tone slipping.

Lev flinched, a shiver running down his spine as he let out a little whine. “Don’t get mad!”

“Yaku, stop harassing the first year.” Kuroo appeared, crossing his arms as he tapped his foot. “You already know he’s an idiot, so why do you continue getting upset over it?”

“Just cause he’s an idiot doesn’t mean he can’t respect me,” Yaku scowled. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Reminds you of anyone else you know?” Makki snickered, glancing between Oikawa and the direction that Iwaizumi had taken off in. Oikawa ignored them, still picking through the various shelves of the gift-shop.

Kuroo shrugged. “Fukunaga and Inuka are taking photos with the seals.”

“You can take photos with the seals here?” Makki asked under his voice, nudging Mattsun.

“Do you think we could steal a seal?” Mattsun joked before they both chuckled.

“C’mon, let’s go find the rest of the pack. We don’t have much time for this “team-bonding” before we go meet Karasuno.”

“Karasuno?” Oikawa muttered, eyes narrowing as he snapped to attention. He sniffed the air, scanning the Alphas. “Who are they and why are they meeting them?”

The question was answered by the tall halfie.

“It was such a long trip from Tokyo,” he whined. “Why can’t we spend more time here?”

“Lev, just do what we say,” Yaku rolled his eyes, his nostrils flaring slightly.

At that moment, Iwaizumi returned.

“Hey, I got everything booked. You ready to head out?” He checked his wrist. “If we’re lucky, we’ll be able to hangout with (Name) at home and have dinner.”

Makki’s face lit up. “(Name) and food? Sign me up!”

As they walked off, chatting about their plans, Oikawa kicked the ground angrily muttering under his breath.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Why are you so pissy?”

“Why do all the other teams get to practice with Tokyo teams? We’re just as good!”

Irritation filled the wing-spikers face. “Why don’t you talk to the coaches? That’s how Karasuno did it.”

Mattsun raised his eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

Iwaizumi shoved his hands into his jacket, “I talk to Kageyama sometimes.”

“You what?!”

Across the town at the Karasuno gym, Kageyama sneezed mid-set.

*****

“Welcome to this short class! Today, we’ll be learning how to make two different types of nerikiri wagashi, Strawberry Daifuku, and three-colour dango and we’ll be pairing those with matcha green tea that we will brew later.”

(Name)’s eyes sparkled as she bounced in her seat, eyes flitting from the instructor to her mate. Iwaizumi looked calm and collected as he leaned back in his seat, his elbow on the back of her chair.

“Since you all have partners, we’ll be working on both two different desserts at once. Please choose one person to work on the nerikiri and the other to work on the daifuku.”

She carefully followed the instructions to mix the flour, sugar, and water into the pot to dissolve. Beside her, Iwaizumi followed the instructions to make the strawberry daifuku. Amusement filled him at the sweet scent of the fruits. He preferred his mate’s scent to them.

“Why are we taking this class again?” Someone whispered behind them as the instructor went over the ingredients that they would be using.

“Aone wanted to.” An Alpha snorted.

The voice seemed vaguely familiar. Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed, throwing a curious glance over his shoulder. He almost choked as he realised who was behind them.

“Guess even the mighty wall does cute stuff for bonding, huh?” (Name) said softly, grinning as she looked up at her mate.

Iwaizumi chuckled, shaking his head. He definitely hadn’t expected to see them there, nor did he expect the formidable middle-blocker of Date Tech to be the very reason they were there.

“Your peach nerikiri is so cute Aone-san!”

The couple jumped slightly, startled by the loudness of the voice. Heads turned to the tall, blonde-haired male as he eagerly bounced in his seat.

“Kogane!” Futakuchi scowled, face-palming. His nostrils flared as his cedar scent spiked slightly. “What did we say about inside voices?”

Koganegawa pauses, tapping his chin. “To use them when we’re inside?”

“Exactly.” The newly appointed Captain sighed. “Now, let’s be quiet and finish this class, okay?”

“Yes Captain, sir!” Kogane salutes only to accidentally knock the bowl of dry ingredients, sending it flying all over Aone. Koganegawa’s jaw dropped. “I am so, so sorry Aone-san!”

Aone blinked.

Then the middle-blocker gave the young setter a nod before turning his dough. The Alpha carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, shaping it. Futakuchi glanced over from his dango, observing the fluid movements.

“Have you made these before, Aone?”

Aone nodded again, eyes locked on the pastries.

“I didn’t know you were into sweets,” Koganegawa whispered to no avail. His voice still echoed in the classroom.

“I grew up making them.” Aone replied simply.

Futakuchi tilted his head. “Was it to impress Omegas?”

Aone shrugged, remaining silent.

“Omegas like it when you make them desserts?”

(Name) stifled a giggle as she tried to keep her eyes on her own treats. She had no idea who this ‘Kogane’ was, but he reminded her of Goshiki and Kindaichi. Her heart hummed, missing the two young males. Silently, she decided to host a mini-dessert party with her underclassmen as soon as she had a chance.

“I swear to god, Kogane, I’m glad you’re a Beta.”

“Thanks!” Koganegawa paused. “Wait, was that supposed to be an insult?”

“Just make your daifuku.”

*****

FUN FACTS

💟 Iwaizumi had been miserably picking at his dinner and staring at photos of him and his mate when (Name) had unexpectedly arrived

💟 As soon as (Name) felt that Ushijima had enough control, she had left his dorm. She didn’t like the way she had to rush off that morning and how her conversation with Iwaizumi had ended

💟 Regardless of whether or not she was in heat, (Name) had a nest built in her room. She enjoyed the safety it provided and it wouldn’t feel complete without Iwaizumi

💟 Iwaizumi had been invited to that final trip to the aquarium with (Name) and her parents, but had to skip out due to his own family obligations. Outside of visiting it with the Seijoh 4 to plan this date, Iwaizumi had never actually been to the aquarium before

💟 The Alpha typically only cooked with (Name) or cooked for her when she was sick. The Omega typically wouldn’t let him cook by himself if she had a choice

💟 Marine animals are (Name)’s all-time favourite. She can’t choose which she likes the most and will default to ocean documentaries whenever she has a chance. Iwaizumi and the Seijoh boys will get her plushies of the animals whenever they notice one she doesn’t have (which isn’t very many)

💟 The couple got a DVD of all the photos they had taken that day. The employees - knowing that it was (Name)’s birthday - also managed to get some sneaky pictures of the couple around the aquarium. Iwaizumi plans on printing those out and displaying them in their apartment

💟 Initially, they would take turns planning dates but after a few months of courting, they decided just to plan them together as those dates would end up more fun

💟 Iwaizumi loves to buy (Name) sweets, but he thought it would mean more if he learned how to make it himself. Secretly he was already planning on going to Oikawa’s place to learn how to make other sweets

💟 It wasn’t often that Iwaizumi would voice his insecurities, and it always meant the world to (Name) when he did. She never pressured him because she knew that he would be more stressed out. Instead, she would provide him whatever support he needed

💟 (Name) had been shopping when she saw the plushie of Haku and knew immediately that she had to get it for Tendou

💟 Tendou had never spoken up before about the situation between (Name) and Ushijima. Initially, he was all for Ushijima’s happiness and congratulated the male on finding a mate, but after getting to know her better, Tendou couldn’t help but feel guilty

💟 During their swordfish fight, Makki had knocked over a glass bowl which would have shattered. Thankfully, Iwaizumi predicted that would happen and was already primed to catch the bowl

💟 Lev was unsuccessful in his scheme to kidnap a penguin, but Fukunaga - wanting to one-up the first-year - managed to steal one up until they were about to walk out. The two are now banned from the Sendai Aquarium

💟 Date Tech has a monthly hangout where team members all switch off on getting to pick what to do. This month was Aone’s choice

💟 Futakuchi meant his comment as a back-handed compliment. He worries how Koganegawa would treat his Omega if he was an Alpha, especially since it was common knowledge that Omegas love sweets.

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sweetness47 · 5 years ago

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The Boss’s Celebrity

Pairing: Mafia Boss! Alpha! Sam x Celebrity! Omega! Reader

@spndarkbingo – Celebrity AU

@samwinchesterbingo – Mafia Boss Sam

@spnabobingo – Jasmine/Gardenia/honeysuckle

@spngenrebingo – Sam Winchester

Word count: 1841

Warnings: MATURE 18+ CONTENT!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!!! Smut, abo, mafia themes, attempted assault, etc…

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ATTEMPTED RAPE AND ASSAULT

He was watching out the window of the restaurant, picking at his fries. It was a quiet night, and he liked it that way, it meant everything was running the way it should. But it didn’t last, his sensitive hearing picked up screaming, followed by men laughing. He turned to witness three Alphas chasing a young woman, presumably an Omega, and as he listened to their taunts, his features darkened. There was no way in hell he was going to allow that kind of behavior to happen in his town.

Sam rose from the table, throwing a hundred on the table, pocket change to him, and left to follow the three would-be assailants. He stuck to the shadows, staying out of sight and out of their scent range. They were young, but old enough to know the rules. He also caught a whiff of gardenias, his favorite flower, and knew then why the chase was happening…the young Omega was in heat. Her face looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t place where from. There would be time for that after he saved her from a horrible crime.

She ran faster, the footsteps closing in fast. She could hear them howling, laughing and teasing her, talking about what they were going to do when they caught her. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to exit her body.

She silently cursed herself for not taking her suppressants today, especially knowing her heat was close. Now she was running for her life, desperate to escape the threat that loomed over her. She took a turn, running down an alley, hoping to hide in the darkness. Then she shrieked as a large rough hand clamped down on her arm, yanking her back. They pushed her into the wall, groping her breasts and ripping at her clothing, consumed by the need brought on by her heat.

Sam caught up with them quickly, and not a moment too soon. His loud growl stopped the three Alphas instantly, and they all turned to face the tall, menacing Alpha. Their faces went pale, recognizing him immediately. The Omega was pushed away from them as they lowered their gaze in reverence to his status.

“Mr. W-Winchester, sir,” the first Alpha stammered, “We were just, uh…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish as a gunshot rang out, and the Alpha howled in pain as blood poured from his leg. Then he shot the other two Alphas in the leg before he spoke.

“Well, gentlemen, since it appears you know who I am, then it’s safe to assume you know my rules. And one of the most important rules is no violence against women. EVER!” He paused. “So why were you three ignoring my laws?”

They looked at each other, but none had a good answer.

Sam’s features darkened more. His gun went off three more times. In seconds, the three men lay dead on the cement.

The young woman looked up as Sam knelt down beside her, and was met with the most amazing hazel colored eyes, and locks of silky brown hair. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around her trembling form, and took a handkerchief from his pocket for her.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently.

YN looked into his eyes and nodded. He helped her to standing, then caught her as she collapsed into his arms. As the streetlamps cast light on them, he began to see her features more clearly, and recognition hit him. The woman he’d saved was an actress in his favorite movie. She felt hot to the touch, and then he caught the alluring scent of gardenias again. Her heat was getting stronger, and the fact that he was smelling his favorite scent meant she was his soulmate.

He picked her up carefully and carried her to one of his safe houses nearby. Once there, he set her on the couch and made some calls. Then he took a cloth and soaked it in cool water, placing it on her forehead. She moaned, mumbling incoherently. Her temperature was rising at an alarming rate, and Sam was worried. If her body had noticed his connection to her, it would only make her condition worse until he knotted her. But the gentleman in him had no desire to do so while she was unconscious. Thankfully, she opened her eyes a few minutes later.

“You…you’re an Alpha?”

Sam nodded. “I am, but I won’t touch you without your consent. I can help ease your symptoms if you’ll have me.” She doubled over as cramps tore through her. “Can I call someone for you? Your mate, or…”

YN shook her head. “No mate, never been knotted. Never found the right Alpha I guess.”

“I find it hard to believe that you, YFN YLN, a well-known movie star, has no mate.”

She laughed through the pain. “Would you believe I’m an old fashioned, romantic, soulmate kind of girl?”

His eyes darkened. “What a coincidence. So am I.” He caught what he said as she giggled. “Well, all of the above except I’m not a girl.”

“Thank goodness, otherwise this would be very awkward.”

“Yes it would YN. Did I mention you smell like gardenias? They are my favorite flower.”

She stopped then and her eyes flickered gold. “You smell like Vanilla ice cream!” She studied him. “So, mobsters have hearts?”

Sam winced at the label. “We are like everyone else, we feel, we breathe, we eat, sleep, and we also eventually die. We just do a lot of business, keep cities running smooth. Those places that have organizations like mine have lower crime rates.”

“Probably because you kill whoever doesn’t follow your laws.”

Sam wrinkled his nose as he shook his head. “Not all the time. Different crimes have different consequences. Those three Alphas that chased and attacked you, they knew the rules. I do not, under any circumstances, tolerate violence against women.”

YN raised a brow. “What about BDSM and fetishes like that?”

“If such a fetish exists, there are clubs designed for that, or couples can choose to explore those traits in the comfort of their own home. They have to register as such, and prove they aren’t coercing or blackmailing their partner into that lifestyle. It has to be mutual consent.”

“What about women who break your rules. What if a woman committed a horrendous crime against you or your family?”

Sam took a deep breath. “Honestly? I have a maximum security facility that was designed for men, and one designed for women. The women would be put there, very rare would there be an instance where I would execute them on the spot. Thankfully I’ve never had to explore those particular scenarios.”

She pursed her lips. “Fair enough.” Then her features were once more filled with discomfort as the cramping hit again, harder this time, tears welling up in her eyes. “Alpha…help me, please.”

Her plea melted any resolve he still had. He lifted her off the couch and took her to his bed, where he placed her gently. He removed his shirt and pants, then helped YN with her tattered garments. YN drank in the sight before her. His well toned body, lean and muscular, had her licking her lips in anticipation. His cock was thick and hard, more than ready to take her.

He joined her on the bed and his lips found hers as his hand explored her body. His tongue ran over her mouth, coaxing her lips apart, and dove in as she opened to him. His fingers found her slick-coated entrance, and he slipped two fingers inside her. He curved them just so each thrust hit her sweet spot. Then he slowly moved them, thrusting in and out, and YN felt the most exquisite pleasure building inside her, coiling, ready to explode. And it did, her cries filling the room as she was thrown over the edge of ecstasy, her juices coating Sam’s fingers.

Sam withdrew and climbed over her, lining his cock up with her opening. YN saw the hesitation in his eyes, his fear of hurting her. “Just do it Sam, please,” she begged.

Sam nodded in understanding, and he lifted her legs to wrap around his torso. He thrust hard, breaking through the barrier, and YN gasped as both pain and pleasure collided. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust, then began to move. He moved his hips back, then slammed forward, again and again, causing ripples of orgasmic bliss to rock YN’s very core. She met him with each thrust, and was hit with another climax as they kissed, tongues dancing, mating, thriving with each other.

Sam pulled out suddenly, causing YN to whimper briefly, but it was short-lived as he flipped her over and positioned her on hands and knees. YN presented herself, bending her face toward the pillow to give him access to her. Then he was thrusting back inside, grabbing her hips and slamming into her, giving her body more of what it craved, skin slapping against skin. YN was grabbing the sheets for support as Sam cried out, driving in as far as he could, and knotting her. Ropes of white hot cum filled her belly as he bent down over her and claimed her, his fangs finding her scent gland and sinking deep.

They rolled to the side gently as Sam licked the wound to seal it. Both sighed as they spooned, waiting for Sam’s knot to recede. YN closed her eyes in contentment, even as her mind raced with tons of unanswered questions.

“Sam?”

“Mhm.”

“Do I have to learn to kill people?”

Sam kissed the back of her neck. “No, not if you don’t want to. But I would like you to learn self defence. You need to get used to being the mate of a Mafia boss. People will try to use you to get to me. You’ll have a target on your back from this moment on.”

She turned her head to glance at him. “Will you teach me?”

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “I was hoping you’d ask. I am going to assign you bodyguards, but I’d feel much better if you had training. We can start tomorrow.”

“What about my career?”

“You can still do what you love YN. I would never take that away from you. But starting immediately, you do not go anywhere without a guard or me. Other than that, you can continue your life as before.”

YN nodded and yawned. “Ok.”

Sam smiled and pulled up a sheet to cover them both, then wrapped his arms around his Omega and drifted off to sleep.

@legion1993 @alwaysdreamingforthebest

#spnabobingo #spndarkbingo #samwinchesterbingo #spngenrebingo

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popunktomlinson · 5 years ago

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fall ‘19 rec

re-read:

Pull Me Under - zarah5 (140k)

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

new:

Tell Me When You’re Ready (I’m Waiting) - insufferablelovebirds (17k)

When Harry's love letters to his old crushes get sent accidentally, one of his old crushes, Louis offers to help him fake a relationship but it gets complicated when feelings get involved.

Or an au loosely based off to all the boys I've loved before.

your rainbow will come smiling through - hazkaban (17k)

when harry isn't working at his stepfather's cafe, he's trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he's not doing any of those things, he's talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he's elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he's been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

I’m A Man Who’s Got Very Specific Taste - patdkitten (4k)

“Birth control is getting expensive,” Louis repeats aloud to himself, focused on the medical bill he's just opened as he blindly locks back up his mailbox. “I could just stick with suppressants and condoms.” He continued, muttering to himself as he folded the bill back up. “It's not like I have a boyfriend or a mate or anything like that to merit continuing taking them.”

“Do you normally announce your sex life in front of the mailboxes?”

There's a strange alpha in the building that Louis calls home and he thinks maybe he'll make a proposition to the alpha. It goes a bit different than expected.

Love Isn’t Always on Time - messofgorgeouschaos (45k)

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

Sonic Sounds - glasscushion (6k)

"Harry takes a deep breath, suitably embarrassed, “I’m just really...” and he can’t say the obvious. He can’t just say really wet."

Harry loves feeling embarrassed. Louis is happy to help.

Sit Next To Me - allwaswell16 (12k)

Harry Styles of One Direction always gets what he wants. Well, nearly always. What he can’t seem to figure out is why the very fit man who comes to assist Liam’s tattoo artist seems to have zero interest in him. Is Louis Tomlinson the straightest man alive? Or does Louis showing up for every show on tour mean something more is going on?

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) - indiaalphawhiskey (17k)

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

red hands - reveries_passions (132k)

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

My Favorite Word - lightswoodmagic (3k)

“Nah,” Niall replied, typing on his computer and gracefully ignoring Harry’s embarrassment. The grin remained though. “He has a pretty specific...type. You could go help him out, you know. Pretend to be his boyfriend.”

Harry choked on the water he’d just swigged, his face brighter red still when everyone in the library turned to stare at him.

Or, Louis’ ex boyfriend won’t leave him alone, so Harry steps in.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone - 2tiedships2 (32k)

“As we are both aware,” Louis began. “You are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.”

“Where are you going with this, Lou?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“We need to pretend we’re getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who don’t know who we are.”

Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

No Turbulence Please - wetdandelions (5k)

It's just Harry's luck that his rut hits right before his concert when he's stuck on an airplane with his best friend as the only omega. Luckily, Louis doesn't mind helping him out. All for a good cause, of course.

Stay Forever - allwaswell16 (6k)

For the last year and a half, Harry has spent his coffee break at the same cafe every day, not because he loves their coffee, but rather because of the gorgeous omega behind the counter making the coffees. As a beta, he’s sure he doesn’t stand a chance with him, so he goes online to find as close a substitute as possible.

A camboy au

Into Always - jaerie (4k)

Harry finds his ex's knotting dildo and gets a little curious. Louis is more than willing to help out.

The End Should Be A Good One - bannanasandboots (43k)

It doesn't feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other's skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn't feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) - flowercrownfemme (3k)

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

Hey, Mr. DJ - allwaswell16 (5k)

Harry really, really does NOT want to go out to a club tonight and be hassled by a bunch of alpha knotheads, but against his better judgement, he finds himself alone on the dance floor, barefoot, with an orange in his hand. This is all Niall's fault. At least the DJ is the most strikingly gorgeous alpha he's ever seen...

spice up your life - bottomlinson (9k)

After a conversation with his Uni friends, Harry worries that his relationship with Louis has lost it's spark.

(aka: an incredibly silly modern day love story ft. awkward boners, grumpy neighbours and Cosmopolitan sex tips.)

Falling All In You - dimpled_halo (16k)

Louis wins a contest to meet Harry Styles even though he doesn't consider himself a fan. What he doesn't expect is to win over the popstar's heart.

Floating - Snowy38 (56k)

There's places that you can go to get help. The doctor's, psychiatrists, psychologists and all that run in between. And then there's places that fall on the edge of those recognised institutions. Places that offer the kind of therapy that most medical boards would reject on the ground of ethics. That's the kind of place Louis Tomlinson needs. It's the kind of place he has found. And so he goes. To a sex therapist with an unorthodox way of curing...by actually having sex.That therapist just so happens to be Harry Styles.

Don’t Move In (Don’t Move Out) - 2tiedships2 (14k)

Only one more week and Harry would be living under the same roof. Gone would be Liam’s alpha scent, quickly replaced with Harry’s. All Harry. Louis was going to fucking die. You’d think Louis would be used to it by now, that Harry’s scent would simply fade into the background like Liam’s did. But Louis had a feeling he would simultaneously be living in Heaven and Hell once Harry moved in.

Blockheads (Building a home with you) - bitter_leaf (38k)

Louis is a no-nonsense contractor with a score to settle. Harry is an idealistic interior designer who just wants the world to be beautiful. When they decide to go on The Block, a reality TV show about renovating, they’re not prepared for what else they might build together…

unfinished:

Shake Me Down - AGreatPerhaps12 (206k)

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Fall Into Your Gravity - zarah5 (74k)

AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

And The a Bit - infinitelymint (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

#fics #read #fic rec #mine

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HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 2)

DFW's First Birthday GOGO Fest 2019:

The Minister's Decree by LadyKenz347 - M, 5 chapters - Ten years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and birthrates have steadily declined. In order to save the Wizarding World, the Minister enacts a Marriage Law.And Hermoine Granger is ready to burn down the patriarchy to make sure that doesn't happen.

Tempo by bionically - G, 4 chapters - Draco's good deed is punished. How bloody typical.On the verge of a suitable marriage, a chance meeting with a mysterious time witch gives Draco a chance to review his options.

Quite the Declaration by Frumpologist - M, one-shot - Glimpses into Draco and Hermione’s evolving, secret relationship.

Bare One's Soul by Felgia_Starr - E, one-shot - Ten creatures around the world have been chosen to study at Scholomance to become the most glorious warlock the world has ever seen. There, Hermione meets Draco Malfoy of the Purebloods, the most infuriating boy she's ever put her eyes on and the only one with whom she feels a connection.What happens when they bare their souls to each other?

Ichor and Aureum by fandomfairytales - E, one-shot - Based on the prompt/ gorgeous aesthetic by Felgia_Starr so, I've done my best to give it a little bit of everything (the only thing I couldn't work into this franken-prompt-fic was an accidental marriage what with the word limit).

Hermione Granger and the 'I'm sorry but I have to work with WHO?' by highlyintelligentblonde - G, one-shot - Hermione's Head Girl, Draco's Head Boy- neither of them know the other is though. What could go wrong? ;)

To My Wife by MykEsprit - T, one-shot - Draco admits to an obsession.

Game On by BiscuitsForPotter - M, one-shot - As co-Head Boy and Girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger just can't seem to get along. Hermione won't let Draco have a say and Draco refuses to listen. In an effort to force them to work it out, Professor McGonagall sets up a series of non-traditional detentions to get them to work together and communicate better. Her chosen method: board games. What could go wrong?

Of Love and Ducks by frecklesandbroomsticks - T, one-shot - Draco and Hermione take a trip to Paris. Things don't quite go as planned.

You make me see clearly now by ruthy4vrsmoaked - E, one-shot - You make me see clearly now... the rain is gone.She never asks permission to seat at his table. She just sits, drinks her tea and eats her cake. He has no other choice than to endure her unsolicited opinion on his life. The start of something none of the two expected.

Golden by msmerlin - M, one-shot - In a world where magic is forbidden and bounty hunters are on the prowl, Hermione must try to outrun the Crownland's most notorious hunter, The Harrier, when her secret is exposed. Magic Suppression AU.

A Game of Chance by TheLastLynx - M, 4 chapters - Hermione barely registered Harry calling out after her to let in someone he was apparently waiting for. So when she rushed out, deep in thought, she smacked straight into the tall person standing just outside the door. ‘Careful there, Granger,’ someone with a pleasant baritone said, chuckling under his breath. ‘No need to hit on me.’ Hermione’s head snapped up. The pointy face of Draco Malfoy looked down on her, something like humour brightening his pale eyes. She raised her chin, ignoring the heat in her cheeks. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy.’ These past weeks, the London Muggle casinos have seen unprecedented losses. When Number 10 gets concerned and starts pressuring the Ministry of Magic, the D.M.L.E. tasks Hermione Granger with investigating the poshest of them all, Les Ambassadeurs. Is it all just an unlucky streak or might be magic to blame? And why does she keep running into Draco bloody Malfoy at the most unfortunate of times?

Magic in the Air by otterlyardent - not rated, one-shot - On his twentieth birthday, Draco has the first of many dreams, meant to lead him to his soulmate. The other problem, however, is that he's quite certain his dreams revolve around two women. Add in a request from Hermione Granger to assist her with a case, and Draco finds himself in a right mess. Canon divergent. Soulmate AU.

Healing Properties by MrsMast - T, one-shot - Hermione needs a cure for Dragon pox. She decides to go to the one man she knows that can help.

Wise Words by CourtingInsanity - T, one-shot - Both stuck in a war they didn't start, Hermione and Draco forge a strong bond on the night Dumbledore falls.

Not My First Mistake by savedprincess85 - M, one-shot - Hermione is a hard-working lawyer. Draco is a rugby player. Will they hit it off when Harry tries a bit of matchmaking?

DFW Trope Fest 2019:

The Essence of Veela by Elena78 - T, one-shot - Hermione doubts herself before she starts her new job at the Ministry and finds herself caught up in a predicament of Molly's. As she tries to resolve her part in this situation, a personal one arises.

The Dream Connection by Pureblood_Muggle - M, one-shot - Hermione is going stir crazy. She's having dreams about Draco Malfoy of all people. If only she could figure out why!

A Wide, Dark Sky by perilous_circumstance - T, one-shot - Set an indeterminate amount of time in the future, the wizarding world is travelling across Space. Hermione is a veteran of the Second Wizarding War and a Junior Auror aboard the giant Station, the large starship that houses the main parts of the Ministry, Hogwarts and other communal parts of the wizarding community. She is battling residual trauma leftover from the War, as well as a painfully awkward attraction to her former-Death Eater colleague, Draco Malfoy. When they are sent on a routine shuttle mission and disaster happens, Hermione is forced to confront her feelings for the insufferable git.

Near the Dragon's Eyes by fandomfairytales - E, 3 chapters - Late bloomer. That’s what they called her, adding yet another title to follow her other asinine monikers.With magic as strong as hers how could she possibly be anything else?What a joke. Of course, she took it all in stride; pushed herself harder, striving and struggling to make herself worth more than her lack of Alpha, Beta or Omega designation. But even the abject awe or generalised jealousy she inspired didn’t prevent the surreptitious glances or whispers behind hands about the girl who simply 'wasn’t witch enough.'

Soteria by Felgia_Starr - M, one-shot - 150 years after Voldemort won the Greatest War, nothing has changed. The Rebellion is still fighting against His regime. The Salvation is still defending their benevolent Dark Lord. Several generations came and went, but the world remains the same. Who knows? Maybe things will change soon. Maybe when fate forces Prince Draco of the Salvation and Hermione of the Rebellion to meet in the only neutral zone in the world, something different will finally happen.

Pinned by bionically - E, WIP - Draco doesn't know what he's expecting when he follows Blaise down a dark alley, but it certainly isn't this.For a man with an addictive personality, this isn't going to turn out well.

CATastrophic Love Potion by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - What do you get when you cross a bored feline and an owl on a mission.

Hello. (Is it me you're looking for?) by weestarmeggie - M, one-shot - A series of meetings that can only be described as "meet cutes" lead Hermione to her one true love just as a spell cast on Halloween the previous year predicted.

Finding Granger by TheImperfectionista - T, 6 chapters - When the Ministry introduced the Pureblood Reparations Act, Hermione found herself with a tax bill for being Pureblood. Despite being told she qualified for an exemption, the witch began a search for the truth of her ancestry with the most unlikely financier of her journey.

Questions Later by Pandorascube - M, one-shot - Hermione's life of isolation changes with a mysterious stranger's appearance.

Broken Barriers by Snowblind12 - M, one-shot - Tensions run high when Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts after the fall of Voldemort. As Head Boy and Girl, how will they ever get along? A story about tradition, booty shorts, and learning to trust.

Higher Love by PartyLines - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger learns about love in the conviction of Draco Malfoy.

The Unlikely Governess by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - The Malfoy children are little terrors. They drive away every Governess Draco hires.Will a certain curly-haired witch be able to tame his wild offspring, or will it all be a disaster?

Revenge by TriDogMom - M, one-shot - Hermione has a secret- she liked revenge.

More Than One Way to Win by scullymurphy - M, 7 chapters - “That’s damn near impossible, even for me,” Blaise shook his head. “I think we’ve hit the bar. Is there anyone who would be more difficult to shag?”His words were hanging in the air when Draco felt a magnificent plan spring fully formed into his mind. Could it work? He thought it could. A grin split his face and he said, “I know someone.”“Who?” Theo demanded. “Granger.”“Oh fuck ME, I can’t believe we forgot her!” Theo was really slurring now. “She would never let any of us get within ten feet of her precious, pristine knickers. Not that I wouldn’t love to,” he leered. “But yeah. Impossible.”“Impossible, you say?” Draco tilted his head to the side and regarded his extremely pissed friend. “Would you care to wager on that?”

Dark Affair by Kaarina_Riddle - T, one-shot - Dark Draco! Hermione and Draco have a secret affair and someone finds out what will they do? Will they be caught?

Regards, Hermione Granger by HufflepuffMommy - M, one-shot - Hermione and Draco form a relationship through writing letters while Draco is in Azkaban.

DFW 20/20 Challenge 2020:

Bookworm to Badass by Pandorascube - T, WIP - Guess who will rescue our Draco-in-distress?

Hindsight by floorcoaster - T, WIP - It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes.

Fireworks by Felgia_Starr - T, one-shot - Pressured by their managers, Draco and Hermione come together one evening during the Midnight Kiss Ball, a yearly get-together of greedy record labels, eating up business deals like they’re treats, disguised as a New Year’s Eve party for artists to celebrate their success during the year.

Grave Awakening by savedprincess85 - T, WIP - Hermione is mourning. Harry wants to help her. No one knows exactly what happened to Draco. One chapter a month for the year 2020.

The Green Pheonix by Gidgit2u - M, WIP - A betrayal at the beginning of sixth year causes Draco to swear allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix.Having recently come of age and as both hold the position of Prefect, Hermione is the perfect choice to become the Order’s handler of the grieving Slytherin.Despite years of hate and animosity, Hermione and Draco need to overcome their past and put aside their differences in order to help defeat Voldemort. As the war crescendos, the two must fight prejudice on all sides as they discover they may not be as different as originally thought.

Pretty Petty by TriDogMom - M, one-shot - "Damn right I'm pretty." "I said petty."

All Things Unsaid by TheImperfectionista - T, one-shot - "Many of the faces he knew from work, but he never liked any of them or had a desire to sit with them in the canteen for lunch. That was one thing he never told her. She was the only colleague, he enjoyed working with."

This fest is ongoing.

#DramioneFanfictionWriters #Fests/Exchanges/Challenges

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madamemalfoywrites · 6 years ago

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Smoothie-senpai

Commission done for @saijordison! Thank you SO much for this I had so much fun. Finally some Ukai x Takeda content!! Delinquent/Nerd Omegaverse AU and it’s sfw ^^ Enjoy! Read on AO3

Ukai noticed because it smelled like fruit. Citrusy and vibrant but still soft and sweet. And it was strong enough to cut through the thick smell of smoke.

People moved out of his way easily enough, Ukai led by his nose, all the way down the hallway of third years, despite being a second year himself. An omega with large glasses was laughing, books clutched close to his chest as if they were some precious part of his body or something.

Lame.

Well, not like Ukai cared. He just wanted a better taste of that smell. Without giving much attention to anything else, he walked right past the group of people, dropping his nose to the omega’s collar.

Yup. Definitely fruit. Like a smoothie. Maybe mixed with a hint of—

Someone screamed, which was annoying, and the smoothie-omega started trembling under him, eyes fogging up behind his glasses. That was also sort of annoying.

“Ex—Excuse me—”

Typical omega. They always spoke so soft. Without thinking, Ukai grabbed for his arm, “C’mere a second—”

Having this many people around was a nuisance. Ukai figured it’d be better if he could sniff the omega at his own leisure. The classroom at the end of the hall was always empty, so he dragged the smoothie-senpai down that way, ignoring his friend’s comments about his rut starting soon.

It wasn’t that.

This omega just smelled really sweet.

“U-Ukai-kun—um I don’t—I don’t have any money—a-and either way my wallet is in the classroom—”

��Would ya shut up?” He tugged at the collar of the omega’s gakuran for easier access, sticking his nose in and taking a large inhale.

Fuck. That could get addicting. Because it wasn’t just the fruity citrus coming through. There was something else—something even sweeter, like a fruit that’s at peak ripeness just before going bad. Sickeningly sweet and almost disgustingly strong.

“U-Um—”

“Hey,” Ukai inhaled again, resisting the urge to lick, “are you in heat or something?”

“N-No—”

The scent changed, the sweet overpowering the citrus, and when Ukai looked down, the growing bulge in the omega’s pants confirmed his suspicions.

“Heh,” he smirked, “you sure you’re not in heat?”

“Please—Please excuse me—!”

With surprising force he was pushed off, Ukai left with his ass on the ground while the omega bolted out of the classroom. What a weird guy.

Even weirder that Ukai had been distracted enough to stumble back. A feeble push like that usually wouldn’t be anywhere near enough for him to lose his footing.

He stepped out, watching the omega stumble through the halls and back into classroom 3-A. Figured. With those glasses and books it wasn’t like the omega could be anything other than a huge nerd.

…

Takeda Ittetsu bolted out of the empty classroom, pulling at the collar of his shirt and trying to calm the flush of his cheeks. Ukai Keishin was notorious for skipping class, talking back to teachers, and worst of all, smoking. Rumor had it he was the heir to some sort of yakuza clan, what with his bleached hair and multiple piercings.

All in all, he was the last alpha Takeda wanted to get involved with. If it was just money then that was one thing but—Ukai had smelled him. Put his nose right up against Takeda’s scent glands, as if something like that wasn’t the most intimate thing on the face of the planet.

He was sure he wasn’t in heat. He’d taken his suppressants properly and, even if he hadn’t, his heat was still a good month away. Takeda had been pretty regular all his life. There was no reason for Ukai to suddenly call out to him like that. No reason for Takeda to have reacted like that. But it wasn’t his fault! To have an alpha nuzzling his scent glands—that was just an instinctual reaction, wasn’t it? That was the first time anyone other than his family had gotten so close without the intention of platonic scenting. Takeda had scented with his friends of course, to form loose pack bonds, but Ukai hadn’t approached him like that. He came in like an alpha on the hunt, inhaling so much that for a moment Takeda thought the alpha might just bare his fangs.

His body shivered, the omega trying to get a hold of himself. No use letting his imagination run away from him. This was Ukai Keishin he was dealing with.

And being the delinquent that Ukai was—maybe this was some sort of prank?

Takeda’s racing heart calmed. Yes, that had to be it. That was all it was. Just some stupid prank that Ukai and all of his friends were probably laughing about right now. Because other than volleyball and his current pack of cigarettes, the alpha didn’t have an interest in anything. So Takeda had nothing to worry about.

At least he thought, until the alpha cornered him after class, pinning him to the wall like something out of a movie.

A crowd had gathered, because for one, Ukai was probably the only one who could get away with a kabedon that wasn’t ironic in the least, and two, there was no real reason, for a second year to be in the third year classroom.

“Um, Ukai-kun,” Takeda tried again, “I need to get home. If there’s something—”

“Ya, I’ve got volleyball in a bit,” he grabbed Takeda by the cheeks, squishing them together. “This’s been bothering me all day.”

“Wh—”

“Hold still.”

Not that Takeda could have moved even if he wanted to, Ukai’s scent alone enough to pin him to the wall, even without the alpha’s iron grip on his face.

His first kiss smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. Ukai closed his eyes when he leaned in. Pulled away with a bit of a grimace, and Takeda knew because his eyes were blown wide the whole time.

“Oy, the fuck—open your mouth—”

“I—” he shouldn’t have said anything—really shouldn’t have said anything, because that brief moment alone was enough time for Ukai to stick his tongue in, to probe around the inside of Takeda’s mouth without a single ounce of permission. This was bad. He couldn’t breathe. What was he going to do if he couldn’t breathe?

“Wai—” he whined, trying to push against the alpha, managing enough to break away, coughing and gasping for air.

Ukai finally let him go with a perplexed expression, crinkling his features and rubbing his chin, “That doesn’t make sense…”

“What are you—”

The silence between them was broken by another group of second years popping their head into the classroom, “Oy Ukai! Captain's gonna kill you!”

“I’m going!” He shot another glance down at Takeda, frowning, “Wait for me.”

“I can’t—”

“See ya!”

He took off with his friends, leaving Takeda to slide down the wall. This sort of thing couldn’t be good for his heart. With Ukai gone, everyone was staring at him, and before any of them could think to ask him any questions, Takeda took off again, racing down the stairs and bolting towards his shoe locker.

Of course he wasn’t going to stay and wait for Ukai. Certainly not until after volleyball practice was over, when the school would be mostly empty and there’d be no one there to stop the second year in case things got…

His mind thought back to the kiss, and Takeda shivered, clenching his thighs together.

Maybe he was going into heat.

He left the school on trembling legs, clutching the strap of his bag. If this was a prank then it was horribly done. He’d never so much as made eye contact with the alpha, he didn’t see why he had to be the brunt of him and his friend’s jokes. To go around kissing people without any sort of consent…

It was rude at best. Not to mention making such an absurd request as asking him to wait for him after school. The audacity of such a thing! It was probably that same attitude that got him on the volleyball team, Takeda figured, because he’d never really heard of a smoking delinquent being on a sports team before. The alpha was a walking contradiction.

But again, none of that had anything to do with Takeda. So he pushed up his glasses, taking in a deep breath to fill his resolve. If Ukai tried to talk to him again then Takeda was going to put him in his place.

“Oy, Smoothie-senpai.”

Takeda screamed, and if he’d been holding anything he most definitely would’ve dropped it, tripping over his own feet and nearly falling to the floor. He would have, if Ukai hadn’t grabbed him by the arm. Takeda adjusted his glasses, ripping his arm free, “What’re—What’re you doing—?!”

“I figured you wouldn’t wait,” the alpha crossed his arms accusingly, and Takeda shrunk back.

“Don’t you have practice? I really need to get home—”

“I skipped. Leg cramp, or whatever—”

“Ukai-kun,” Takeda inhaled, closing his eyes, “whatever sort of trick, or whatever punishment game you lost—”

“You talk a lot. It’s sorta annoying.”

Ukai leaned in again, as boldly as the first time, Takeda popping his mouth open as if in habit. But the moment he realized what he was doing, he pushed Ukai away, standing on all but trembling legs.

“W-What are you doing? You can’t just kiss people out of the blue—”

“I don’t get it,” Ukai scratched his head, “you smell so good but the taste isn’t there.”

Takeda could have died. He knew delinquents were sort of…dumb, but Ukai had such a blank stare on his face that it was almost comical. Not that Takeda could have laughed at the current moment, though. “That’s not my problem! Please stop kissing me!”

“Well you explain how someone can smell like a berry smoothie but not taste the same!”

Heart pounding in his chest, Takeda closed his eyes, trying to come to terms with the absurdity of it all. “It’s probably all the cigarettes you smoke! How should I know! Please stop bothering me—”

The alpha’s eyes lit up, grabbing Takeda by the arm, “That’s probably it! Hey, Smoothie-senpai—”

“My name is Takeda—”

“Please let me be the only one who gets to smell you.”

The omega froze. He was pretty sure Ukai wasn’t using any sort of pheromones on him, but even so his knees were about to give. That was a confession, wasn’t it?

Scenting and scent marking—that was something only couples did. But Ukai was his kouhai. One he didn’t even know all that well. And despite his good looks Takeda wasn’t sure he wanted to dive head first into a relationship with someone who was rumored yakuza.

But then again, this was the first time anyone had ever felt the need to confess to him. If those were Ukai’s true feelings then Takeda felt he needed to respect at least that much. To either agree or deny him in the heat of the moment would be irresponsible at best.

He gripped at his bag, struggling to fill his lungs and blurting out his response, “Um, please let me think about it!”

He wasn’t sure why he yelled, but Ukai didn’t seem too bothered by it. Either way the alpha agreed, which was a relief, because more than anything else Takeda really needed some time to process everything that had happened.

And if worse came to worse, Takeda could always just reject him.

…

Ukai made himself impossible to ignore. Because the rest of the week Takeda was watched, the alpha’s presence absolutely everywhere, no matter where Takeda seemed to go. At lunch, on the way home, during lessons—he’d even managed to lock eyes with the alpha, while Ukai was playing soccer in the field below Takeda’s classroom.

And if Takeda was being fully honest…he didn’t hate it. Omegas were primed to be drawn to alphas, so maybe it was just instinct, but he was getting used to seeing the alpha’s face.

And…also…Ukai-kun didn’t smell too bad himself either.

Takeda could blush just at the thought of it. Because wasn’t scent the absolute most important when it came to relationships and compatibility? If he liked Ukai-kun’s scent, and Ukai-kun most certainly preferred his then…didn’t it stand to reason that they should date?

Oh god. He was going to agree to this, wasn’t he? To an alpha that was his kouhai no less. To an alpha that skipped classes, and smoked, and dyed his hair.

But…it was fine. Because love had no limits, or whatever that phrase was supposed to be. Takeda was pretty sure he wasn’t exactly what Ukai had ever expected either.

Opposites were supposed to attract, right?

Mind made up, the moment classes ended Takeda raced down to the second year’s hallway, so that he could catch Ukai before the alpha had to go to practice.

“Ukai-kun!” he caught the streak of blonde, raising his hand so that the alpha could see him in the crowd.

“Smoothie-senpai!”

It took all of two seconds for Ukai to reach him, pulling so hard that Takeda’s feet practically floated over the floor until he was caught in a warm embrace that was Ukai in its entirety. Though he’d gotten rather flustered, Takeda pushed through it, wanting to give Ukai a proper reply.

“About what you said before…I’ve thought about it.”

“And?”

“And it’s fine,” Takeda blushed, losing his courage and dropping his gaze to the ground, “I…I like Ukai-kun’s scent too.”

“Yes!” Ukai made a fist, cheering to himself, "I fucking knew it! Meet me tomorrow at lunch, okay?”

“O-Okay,” Takeda nodded, sort of smiling but blushing more than anything else, because seeing such an excited reaction from the alpha had his heart beating like crazy. “Should we exchange contacts?”

“Oh,” Ukai made a face, but then shrugged, “sure if you want. What’s your Line?” he was reaching into his pocket, digging for his phone, and Takeda reached into his bag to do the same.

Finally, in his third year of high school, Takeda Ittetsu got himself a boyfriend.

…

Having a boyfriend was embarrassing. That was all Takeda could really take away from his two weeks of being in a relationship with Ukai-kun. The alpha was rather forward at best, and Takeda found himself struggling to keep up with the alpha’s advances.

For example, every day at lunch, Ukai would have Takeda sit on his lap, so that the alpha could bury his nose in Takeda’s scent glands. Takeda didn’t mind, because in all honesty it felt really good to have an alpha so close, to be given so much attention. It was especially embarrassing when his body reacted in that way, Ukai always teasing him for being in heat.

Moments like those Takeda was glad they had the roof to themselves. That was one of the perks of dating a rumored yakuza. No one questioned him when he told them to get the fuck out. But Ukai was also interestingly shy, because he hadn’t tried to kiss him since, nor had they really gotten to scent marking.

Ukai seemed content with just…smelling. Which was fine of course, Takeda didn’t really have any issue with it, but he was starting to find himself craving the alpha’s lips again.

Especially during times like these, when Takeda was struggling to eat his bento, Ukai nuzzling into his neck. It made him want to spend even more time with Ukai, than just these handful of minutes at lunch. And they’d been together for all of two weeks so…it was time for a proper date, wasn’t it?

Ukai gave a long sigh behind him, murmuring against Takeda’s skin, “As I thought, Takeda-senpai’s scent really is the best.”

Goosebumps rose all over Takeda’s arms, his ears heating up, “Don’t say such embarrassing things so easily.”

“It’s true though.”

Takeda smiled, pushing his rice around, running through his question in his head before saying it out loud. “Um, so, I was thinking. Maybe this weekend we could go out and watch a movie? Or maybe shopping…you know to get to know each other a bit more.”

Ukai pulled away, cocking his head with a bit of a frown, “Why?”

Why? Ukai really liked teasing him, didn’t he?

“Y-You know,” Takeda stuttered, embarrassed beyond belief that he had to say the words out loud, “like a date.”

Ukai continued to stare at him, the creases around his eyes sharpening, “A date? Who?”

Now it was Takeda’s turn to frown, not sure what the alpha meant, “…us?”

“Since when are we dating?”

Takeda’s heart slowed, heavy and pounding in his ears. Was that supposed to be a joke?

“What’re you—?” he tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace, “U-Ukai-kun that’s not funny…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, not when Ukai was looking at him with such a blank expression, eyes far gone.

Were they not dating?

Ukai still hadn’t said anything. And if he were joking, he definitely would have said something by now. But that didn’t make any sense. Because if they weren’t dating, then what was that confession supposed to be? Their lunch dates and…

Takeda grabbed for his bento box, pushing himself off the alpha’s lap to kick his legs and run. He didn’t care where. Just knew that he had to get away. Would be damned if Ukai saw him cry now of all times because he’d really honestly thought—

What a joke. As if someone like Ukai would actually like him. What had he thought, that this handsome alpha would actually be attracted to him, with his giant glasses and stupid curly hair and his—

It was just his scent. And even that hadn’t been enough.

It was probably the first time in his entire life Takeda ever skipped classes, but it didn’t matter. Not today. Right now, he just needed some time to himself, to sort out his feelings and be miserable.

He ended up at the park by the school. He’d always loved the trees there, and given the fact that he’d run, not being anything even remotely close to an athlete, his legs collapsed beneath the shade.

Logically, he knew he couldn’t blame Ukai-kun. This had been a misunderstanding all on his own. But that didn’t stop it from hurting. After all it’d been the very first time anyone had ever—and the alpha had even kissed him so, naturally, Takeda had thought—

Actually, no. He could and he would blame Ukai-kun. Because kissing someone like that—and claiming to love their scent—that was hopelessly misleading. Anyone else would have thought—would have seen that as a confession. Takeda had done nothing wrong.

He had to take his glasses off, to wipe away the tears. He cleaned them off with his shirt, sniffling and digging around his bag for his tissues.

This was the worst.

In fact, he had just thought that it couldn’t get any worse, until Ukai showed up beside him, panting and resting his hands on his knees.

Takeda stood up in shock, clutching his bag to his chest, “Ukai-kun?! What’re you doing here?”

“You just left—”

“You’re not supposed to follow! How’d you even find me—”

“Your scent—”

Takeda threw his bento box out of sheer frustration, Ukai dodging it easily.

“Is that all you care about?? My scent?”

“Look, I’m—”

“You know you really shouldn’t just—k-kiss people—I know it was mostly my misunderstanding but you also—y-you also—”

Damn it. The last thing he wanted was for Ukai to see him cry. He was pathetic enough as it was. To have the alpha see him cry—

Ukai didn’t, mostly because he brought Takeda to his chest, squeezing so tight Takeda thought his glasses might snap.

“I’m sorry,” the alpha breathed, holding him close, and those words were whispered so softly, with such genuine feeling, that no matter how hard Takeda tried he ended up bursting into tears anyway.

“Ukai-kun you big idiot! You absolute—idiot!”

“I kinda get that a lot—”

“Are you hugging me right now because of my scent too? B-Because if you are—”

“No,” the alpha squeezed, “your scent right now…I hate it.”

Takeda burst into tears all over again, hiccuping and gasping on sobs, “So you don’t even like my scent now—”

“No that’s—! Goddamnit!” Ukai grabbed him by the shoulders, separating them just enough so that he could bring Takeda back in with a kiss, calming pheromones bursting around the alpha, surrounding Takeda in a warm embrace that matched the alpha’s soothing tongue. Ukai pushed up Takeda’s glasses, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “You reek of salt. That’s why I hate it. So stop crying, okay?”

Takeda sniffled, silently nodding his head. “Sorry,” he cleared his throat, clutching at the front of Ukai’s shirt, sort of scared the alpha might leave, “for causing a scene, I mean.”

“Do you, um,” Ukai rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Takeda’s gaze, “do you want us to date, or something?”

Takeda dropped his hold, lowering his head and tugging at his own fingers, “No. Sorry. I just jumped to conclusions on my own.”

This time Ukai cleared his throat, “I wouldn’t mind…if we did…or whatever.”

Head snapping up, and pink dusting his cheeks, Takeda swallowed, “Um…s-something like that—I don’t…you don’t have to feel pressured, or anything”

Ukai snorted, and he brought his fist up to his mouth, trying to stop his laughter. Takeda frowned.

“What?”

“No it’s just,” he laughed openly, “it’s just kind of funny. As if you could pressure me to do anything. I just like you because I like you.”

His heart was hammering now. But he’d jumped to conclusions last time, and he wasn’t about to get into this same mess again. “What—” he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer, but he balled up his fists at his side, licking his lip, “What kind of like?”

Ukai leaned in, cupping his chin and giving him a soft kiss, “This kind of like.”

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jujywrites · 5 years ago

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Howl

Dick-or-Treat/Lower Your Standards, part 5~

My first YoI fic, oh god...So! I swear Victuri is my OTP but what can I say, I also got hooked on a rarepolyship (this is very Not Unusual for me). This started as one of two plotbunnies for a "bad"/idfic YoI big bang a few years ago that I dropped out of, both featuring the eventual OT3 of Victor/Yuri. K/Yuko.

This is a no-skating ABO AU; I've never written ABO or YoI. It's also an extension of the fade-to-black (and/or saved for later~) smut scene between Alpha Yuko and Omega Victor that opens the fic (Yuri K. is a Beta :D). I'm gonna finish it. *puts up flame shield*

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It was 4AM, and Yuko stared up at the bedroom ceiling wide awake. Light from the half-moon shone through tree branches, through the not-quite-closed curtains from the window at the head of the bed. Strange shapes bloomed on that ceiling, and Yuko had been watching them for far too long.

She shifted, moving her gaze to a less discomfiting sight: the man asleep beside her, moonlight gathering in his silvery hair and giving it an unearthly glow. His breath was peaceful, face soft. She slid closer to him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. Then an arm across his chest. He sighed in his sleep, and a moment later she felt a hand gently take hers. His touch both calmed and stirred something in her, and for the umpteenth time she marveled at her present situation. How could he sleep so soundly?

Need was growing in her chest as she lay nestled up to him. A deep breath in hopes of soothing oxygen only made it worse, because it carried his scent. The events of the past few days began to rattle around her brain again. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the memories and the rising panic and the infernal heat in her belly.

"Please, please stop," she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn't let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

"I'm sorry." She was panting now, tunnel vision descending as she pressed mouth and tongue to his shoulder and across his chest.

"Yuko." His hands encircled her wrists and she froze, looking up at him. "Breathe, Котёнок. And never apologize for your nature." He leaned up and placed a kiss to her jaw. "I'm all yours. Please… claim me."

Those words unlocked everything she'd been trying to hold back. She groaned, scraped her teeth across his skin. "If you don't mean that...!"

His hands released her wrists and he shifted in such a way that she could feel his erection. "Then I wouldn't say it. I do, I want you to make me yours."

The need in his voice was light years removed from the calm comforting reason he'd given her over the last few days. Even if he hadn't taken suppressants, surely the mark on his neck would only glow if he really...

Instinct took over. Clutching his torso, she leaned down and bit the mark.

The cry he gave reverberated through her whole body, making her thighs slick. He tasted like rain, like something icy sweet, and under it all was the Omega scent she'd ignored for so long.

"Yuko, please fuck me, take me, I can't-"

She sat up, trembling, and planted her feet on either side of his legs. His cock was long, hot when she stroked it. She mounted him easily; a distant part of her marveled at the guttural noise that tore from her chest.

"You're perfect..." Her head dropped back, eyes falling shut, as she stilled, still trembling. Wet dripped from her even with him inside, a deluge she had no power to stop. She ground down onto him, tasting the air as it filled with his whine. "Absolutely perfect." Her mark felt so hot it was nearly burning, but she couldn't make herself move. Victor was everywhere, everything.

"Прекрасный," he was saying like a mantra, gasps mixed with her name. One hand was reaching for her, toward her ribcage and the burning glow.

She caught it, digging her fingernails in. "What?"

"Beautiful." He inhaled deeply, swallowed (inside her he throbbed). His hand went slack in hers, but the tension in his arm was obvious. "May I touch it? Your mark... it's calling to me." He licked his lips, staring unwavering, with eyes full of desire.

How could she want and not want him to at the same time? "Yes," she finally said, the word nearly all air, and let his hand go.

She watched with held breath as his hand moved closer. Three fingertips touched her skin, and-

Her mind blanked. When she was aware again Victor was breathing hard underneath her, pupils wide.

"My god," he said. "Amazing."

He laid his palm to her mark and she keened, sensation overwhelming; she was jolted into movement, hunching down toward him and letting her hips do the work. "Victor!" She nearly sobbed. One hand over his, the other grasping his shoulder, and she still was barely grounded.

"Yes, yes, please!"

Somehow she lay atop him; somehow she kept riding through the tsunami of pleasure. She put her teeth to his mark again, and she tasted blood this time, and Victor turned her name into an ecstatic scream.

She felt him fill her up, felt the convulsions that were the only sign of her orgasm against the unimaginable pleasure. "Mine," she gasped into his neck. "All mine..."

His hand left her mark to join the other on her hips, holding her to him as though it were even possible for them to separate. His cock was soft inside her now, but still throbbing gently from her greedy clenching.

It seemed endless, her body on autopilot, the noise of her thrusts made obscene from the amount of wet. When he grew hard in her again she moaned out weakly, throat raw and chest aching, and she kissed him when he came the second time, drinking in his moans and sucking on his tongue.

The instant the waves of pleasure began to subside, she went utterly limp against him. Her mind went blank once more.

Then she gasped awake, soothed instantly by the circles Victor was making on her back. "How long?" she said, hoarsely.

"Just a few minutes."

His eyes looked past her, and Yuko turned her head to see the lilac of early morning sunlight on the wall.

He chuckled, breathlessly. "Everything else has been... longer, of course."

The slickness had begun to dry. She shifted cautiously, and he mirrored her shiver.

"We might," she began, "be able to-"

"Don't."

Startled, she stared at him.

"Even if you can..." He raised a hand to stroke her cheek. "Could you wait, just a little? I want to stay like this for a while."

Those eyes... She couldn't possibly say no.

She settled against him again. There was so much she wanted to say, she couldn't speak.

"Ah, there, дорогой. Thank you..." His tightened his hold around her, sighing deeply.

Laying a kiss to his collarbone, she allowed sleep to claim her.

#JujYwrites #Yuri on Ice #spice #YoI

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throwawayov · 5 years ago

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The Case of You, Who Saved Me on Mondays

ReiRan Omegaverse AU. Not proof-read yet. Apologize for horrible grammar this is written at 2 AM lol not really intended for being published as well buttt yeahhh

TRIGGER WARNING : substance abuse

--Sunday, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV--

"Ranran, are you perhaps...an omega?"

Fuck.

Ranmaru had played this scenario over and over in his head for countless times. What to say when someone suspects something. What to answer when someone asks. What to say when someone confronted him. What to do when some batshit insane alpha attack him. What to do when someone smells something…

But he didn’t quite prepare when Reiji was the one who asked. Reiji, of all people. The only person Ranmaru ever respect in the industry so far… his most endearing and strong Reiji.

He then counted the pills in his head. The shot. The supporting ointment. All the nasty chemicals he took in the morning as his usual buzz. All seemed fine. All should be fine. But the fact that they just finished a very tiring live concert concerned him. Is it my sweat?

No, no. This is Reiji, afterall. Ranmaru knew full well how the guy can say the most random thing just to annoy him without batting an eye.

I’m fine. I’m fine.

He put down his bottled water carefully on the table. He glanced at his own hand, making sure he’s not trembling even the slightest.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Stupid.”

He walked to the sofa and threw himself without even looking at Reiji. “I’m taking a nap,” he covered his eyes with his arm. His mind is still racing. Thank God Camus and Ai went out of the room already, else they would’ve picked up his crazy loud heartbeat when they sat on the sofa.

A couple of seconds passed. The lack of response from the oldest Quartet Night member disturbed his act.

God fucking dammit say something, Reiji. Or should I say something? No. No. But—

“Ahahaa, sorry sorry! I just want to see your reaction! Don’t be maad~”

Ranmaru can hear Reiji sat down on the sofa across him. Ranmaru didn’t move. His heartbeat and breath were suddenly a lot steadier. He wanted to take a nap for real now.

“Maybe you’re stronger than I thought?” Reiji said suddenly.

Ranmaru moved his arm from his eyes as he tilted his face. “What?”

Reiji smiled, “Nothing!”

Ranmaru knew it was Reiji’s stage smile. And he’s got a bad feeling over this.

---

--Sunday, Reiji Kotobuki POV--

Reiji Kotobuki never really liked being an Alpha.

The pressure, the expectations, the way society treated him as the leader of the pack…it’s suffocating. The way some people smell so good that he needed to hold back his primal urge was maddening. He hates holding back. Yet he hates letting himself out bare. It’s disgusting.

His only channel to let out all his suppressed emotions were singing. The lights, the sound, the cheer, the dance, the team…they are his ultimate pills. On the stage, he never had to notice any tempting smells he always tried so hard to ignore. It feels so liberating.

And then here he was. On the locker room with just his teammate, the beta-rocker Ranmaru Kurosaki.

Reiji really liked the guy. What started as an admiration of the younger’s work ethics now already became something more… precious. He’s still not sure what to label this feeling as. It always fascinated Reiji; the way Ranmaru sings wholeheartedly on the stage, moves his body around with rough yet gentle precision, his rare but tender smiles, his smell…

Wait, did I just think smell? Gosh. There’s that smell again.

Sometimes Reiji can smell something when he’s alone with Ranmaru. It was always faint. At first, Reiji just thought it’s the former’s perfume. But this time it is far from faint and more than just perfume.

Ranmaru just exudes a really really alluring scent around him.

"Ranran, are you perhaps...an omega?"

Ah shit. Why did I say that out loud?

“What nonsense are you talking about? Stupid.”

He watched as Ranmaru threw himself on to the sofa. “I’m taking a nap,”

Reiji couldn’t believe himself, but the smell is getting stronger. It’s definitely coming from Ranmaru. It matched perfectly with his reaction; it’s the smell of omegas when they are very nervous. Unfortunately, Reiji knew this smell too well.

He is an omega, alright. How—Wha-Why is he hiding this? D-Does anyone else know? Isn’t it dangero—

His mind halted. To hide the fact that you’re an omega is an enormous, if not impossible, task. Alphas can sense omegas presence in a heartbeat. Reiji is an Alpha. Hyuuga is an Alpha. God, they even worked closely with four freaking alphas in STARISH on daily basis. There’s no way none of them never picked this up these past 5 years.

But then again, Reiji never really sensed anything strong either, until now.

“Ahahaa, sorry sorry! I just want to see your reaction! Don’t be maad~”

He slowly walked to the sofa across Ranmaru and sat down. He studied the younger’s face intently, as Ranmaru covered it with his arm anyway so he wouldn’t noticed. The smell didn’t go away…

He didn’t want to think about it. If Ranmaru is a beta, then that means Reiji can now even smell a beta’s pheromones, which is very unheard of, but… it’s plausible. And it made Reiji want to throw up. Really? Even beta? I’ve evolved into something more disgusting than I already am.

But if Ranmaru is indeed an omega… Reiji didn’t want to imagine what crazy stuffs Ranmaru had done to cover this up really well for so long. That must’ve been extremely difficult and painful.

“Maybe you’re stronger than I thought?”

Oh, fuck me and my blabber mouth. Why Reiji, whyyyy…

“What?” Ranmaru tilted his head and looked straight at Reiji’s face.

Reiji tried his best to act natural. “Nothing!”

---

--Monday dawn, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV--

Ranmaru Kurosaki really hates being an omega.

The day they announced his secondary gender result was the worst day of Ranmaru’s life. His parents were both alphas so the result was crazy upsetting for his whole family. No one wanted to admit this. An omega? In Kurosaki family? It must be a fluke. They proceeded to test him 3 more times.

The result was always the same; a full-fledged omega. Cue the cymbals, a joke of the century for the family.

He still remembered how his parents told him during middle school that they found a way to help him cover this up. To convert him into a beta. To patch the embarrassing stuff. To basically neuter him of his being. It was risky and cost a fortune…but his father was willing to pay anything for it.

In the end, the procedure was botched. Literally nothing came out of it. If anything, it created a deep emotional scar for Ranmaru rather than physical one.

Then his parents business crumbled with all the financial and emotional burden it created and the story went on just like a fucked up drama that is Ranmaru’s life.

Ranmaru Kurosaki really despises being an omega.

Right after arriving in his apartment, Ranmaru ransacked through his medicine cabinet. One, two, four, eight… he gulped them all. All these disgusting pills that keep me sane.

He coughed and almost threw up. He held himself together over the sink.

They are really just normal pills omega used to suppress their hormones. Normally omegas only took two kinds of medicine; hormone suppressants and birth control pills if they are sexually active.

Ranmaru is a virgin and he took 4 kinds of birth control just for the heck of it.

Sigh…now comes the hard part.

He steadied his breath. He glanced at three blue vials in front of him. This stuff is the most expensive thing on his chemical cocktails. The experimental drug his fellow bandmates introduced him. The holy grail for omegas like him, the ultimate suppressant.

Even someone who is physically strong like Ranmaru dreaded the aftereffect of this drug. It made him want to claw out his insides just to stop the scorching sensations it caused.

Just stop thinking and get this over with. He injected himself with the blue liquid quickly on his upper arm. He squirms. It’s painful. It’s painful. I’m dying. No—

He threw up on to the sink. Today is going to be great.

---

--Monday evening, Reiji Kotobuki POV--

“So, Kotobuki-kun, what is it like, being the only alpha of the group? You’re doing such a great job bringing the pack together nee~”

Reiji’s smile grew wider.

I want to punch this interviewer’s face right fucking now. Pack? Are we dogs now, bitch?

“Ah weeeeell, it’s just really fun because we are all friends, you know! It doesn’t matter whether you’re alpha or beta or omega, riiiight guys?” Reiji winked to all his teammates besides him.

Camus let out a scoff. “Hmpf. We never see him as an alpha anyways,”

“I believe we are a group of 4 betas here,” Ai added with a nod.

“Come on, guuyysss, why are you so meeeaaan!” Reiji pretended to cry. As usual.

The interviewer just laughed and move along with other questions. Reiji silently relieved that this antic never failed to please the outsiders. He glanced over to Ranmaru and caught the silver-haired staring at his face intently. That caught Reiji off guard.

“What is it, Ranran?” Reiji asked when both of them were in the changing room. Camus and Ai went out already for another interview regarding their duet project.

“What is what?” Ranmaru asked from the sofa in front of Reiji. He looked really tired his literal color almost gone from his face.

“The whole interview you’re just straight up staring at me and not saying much! Is there something wrong with my face? Or you just want to admit now that I look cool?? Is that it? Aaaww I’m so flattered, Ranran!”

Ranmaru put his palm over his face. “Ugh, just drop the act already,”

Reiji smirked. He knew already that Ranmaru is sharp. “Yeah yeah, but you know me, we need to be professionals,”

“You need to tell them to stop asking that kind of questions,” Ranmaru sighed. “You hate being an alpha, don’t you,”

Oh wow, it stings. “Hmm? Nooo? I never hated it?”

“I told you to drop the act. Just like me, you’re disgusted with yourself,”

Reiji drew his brows together. What feels like an eternity was only 5 seconds of silence. “What do you mean, just like you?”

Suddenly the room is filled with a really strong smell it almost suffocated Reiji. He put his hands over his nose and mouth, “What the—“ he saw Ranmaru on the sofa, clenching his chest. He didn’t know what happen but he looked so…red. And in pain. And breathless.

“Ranran, oh my God, are you okay??” Reiji stood up and tried to reach him. But the smell now literally suffocated him. It’s like a really strong chemical trying to burn and poison his head, but it felt so good.

What the hell—

“Get out, Reiji,” Ranmaru whispers under his labored breath. He’s drenched in sweat.

Reiji froze. His mind went blank but his body is burning for some reason.

“GET OUT, NOW!” Ranmaru now screamed. In pain.

Reiji took a step back. He clawed on his own head trying to control himself. What the hell what the hell what the hell—

“NO! Ranmaru where’s your medicine?? Where is it??” Reiji ran to the vanity desk and scrambled through all the bags on it. He trembled so bad he knocked everything off the desk. “RAN YOU BETTER TELL ME YOU BROUGHT YOUR MEDICINES,” He looked back quickly and noticed Ranmaru was crawling on the ground, both his arm clenching tight on his chest. He’s drooling a lot and struggled to breathe.

“My jacket,” Ranmaru whimpered. “—pocket,”

Reiji practically flied through the other side of the room to the hanger and scrambled through all the jackets in lightning speed. “This blue vial?? Is this it??” Reiji pull out something that looked like a strange blue epi-pen.

Ranmaru didn’t respond. His breaths become shallower and shallower. “Ranmaru!!” Reiji grabbed Ranmaru’s shoulder and shaking him hard. Though in this close distance Reiji actually almost fainted himself trying to keep his sanity intact.

He couldn’t think anymore. He administered the injection into Ranmaru’s outer thigh with haste. “UGH—” Reiji closed his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. This smell. This heat. He bit on his own lips hard.

“FUCK!” Ranmaru suddenly jolted open his eyes and screamed. He sat up and moved Reiji out of his way. He leaned on the wall and tried to catch his breath.

Reiji tried so hard to calm himself down. His labored breath and bleeding lips aside, his mind slowly creeped back to sanity. A minute passed just for them to slowly steadied their breath. “Ranmaru, listen to me, you fucker,” Reiji scratched his own head hard. “You are an omega, are you not?”

Ranmaru didn’t answer.

“That,” Reiji gulped. “That is a freaking heat if I knew one. That’s one violent heat. I never see an omega went into heat that sudden and look like they’re dying at the same time. And then, and then—What—What the fuck, Ran?”

“Shut up,” Ranmaru muttered.

“NO, I WILL NOT SHUT UP!!” Reiji screamed. “The-Then—What fucked up drugs did you just take? It went away just like that, Ran. What the hell? That’s not normal!”

“SHUT UP, I AM NOT NORMAL, OKAY?” Ranmaru screamed on the top of his lungs. “What do you want me to say? Oh yes I’m sorry I’m an omega guys, please be careful around me I am craving to be filled all the time yada yada yada?”

Reiji was still trying to catch his breath. His mind is a lot calmer now. “No—no, I’m sorry that’s not what I’m trying to say, okay?” He stood up and walked slowly to Ranmaru. “I’m—I’m just worried about you,” he extended his hand to help Ranmaru stand up.

Ranmaru looked up. “I don’t need your pity,” he said while slapping Reiji’s hand away. He stood up by himself slowly.

“I need to take a shower” Ranmaru said before opening the door. “Reiji, can I trust you not to tell anyone about this?”

Reiji couldn’t say anything. “Please?” Ranmaru added.

“…Okay,” that’s all Reiji could muster up.

This is just too much for me to handle.

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Tuesday Dawn, Ranmaru Kurosaki POV

Ranmaru stood in front of his sink for a whole minute without even moving a single muscle. He looked horrible. He didn’t get a blink of sleep last night and the black lines around his puffy eyes looked worse than his ghostly Halloween makeup last year.

Out of all people, why Reiji?

He couldn’t stop asking this question in his head. His precious Reiji. The one who taught him how to be a professional on the stage. The one who smiled through all the sleepless nights just to not disappoint his fans. The one who showed him how to keep on going through anguish and distress. The one with the gentlest touch, literally and figuratively, out of all the people in the universe…

The only person who made Ranmaru want to appear strong every day.

The embarrassment of showing Reiji his weakest and most disgusting side had grown into gnawing pain in Ranmaru’s whole being. He always wanted to catch up to Reiji… It’s useless now isn’t it?

His eyes locked into his pills on his hand without care.

One, two, three…four…eight…

He fought back a sharp pain inside.

…twelve, thirteen…

And Ranmaru gulped them all.

---

Tuesday Dawn, Reiji Kotobuki POV

Reiji was driving way above the speed limit for the most of his sudden early morning trip. He kept one of his hand on his phone’s handsfree, trying to call Ranmaru for the bazillionth time.

Still, no answer. Goddamit Ran please answer my call I know you’re always up early…

Since last night Reiji couldn’t sleep at all. His mind wandered to the big revelation that is Ranmaru being an omega after all this time. He couldn’t stop thinking about the weird drugs. He was extremely worried.

When his morning alarm suddenly blazed off, Reiji decided to check on Ranmaru by calling him. He didn’t answer. At the beginning Reiji just thought he’s still asleep…

But then he remembered how Ranmaru is. His Ranmaru who always put his pride on his performance above all. His confidence and rock-solid belief in his performance he always gives on the stage… his most beloved and strong Ranmaru. What happened last night must’ve been really took a toll on him, right?

He called again and again, but no answer still. He became extremely worried.

And now here he was putting the pedal to the metal trying to reach Ranmaru’s place.

Please please please please I hope I’m just being a paranoid…

He reached Ranmaru’s place in record time and bolted to the door. He knocked slowly. “Ranran? It’s me, Reiji. Let’s go to work together?” Reiji called.

He knocked again, louder. “Ranran?? Are you okay??”

Silence. He tried to call Ranmaru’s phone again and listened carefully at the door. Ranmaru’s phone ringtone can be heard from outside.

He’s inside. Damn it—

“Ranmaru, please open the door before I open it by force!” He banged on the door again.

The lack of sound except the ringing phone put Reiji on edge. He took a couple steps backward and readied himself. “I’m coming in!”

He put all of his strength to his shoulders and threw himself on to the door.

It didn’t budge. Fuuuuuck it huuuurts, it looks easier in the movies…

He tried again. Twice, thrice…

The door finally gave in on Reiji’s sixth try. “Ranmaru!!” He screamed when he got inside.

He looked around the spacious flat and found no one there. He checked the doors hastily before finally opening the bathroom door.

What Reiji found inside was a scene from his true nightmare.

--- TBC soon

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sleepyfan-blog · 6 years ago

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Sleepy Dream [Part 1]

fandom: Undertale AUs

continued here and here.

Characters: Underswap Papyrus, Dream

warnings: none

Word count: 1,462

Summary: Dream tiredly eats tacos. He’s fine, he promises.

Dream let the smile on his face drop as soon as he closed the kitchen door. He bit back an exhausted groan as he shuffled over to Blue and Stretch's fridge, pulling out some tortillas and fillings, barely caring enough to fill them properly before stuffing the monster food in his mouth. Dream sat down with a near soundless thud, leaning against the partially open door, the cool air kind of nice against his face. The energy boost was minimal, despite the fact that the food had been made with love and care. But a half-dozen hastily made cold tacos was enough to stave off the looming exhaustion. Hopefully while Blue and Ink sparred, he would be able to take a nap. He just… Needed to put the food away first…

“Uh… Dream are you okay?” Stretch’s voice called out, causing the positive guardian to startle a little and flail, nearly spilling Blue’s cooking - which would be terribly rude.

Dream shoves the food back into the fridge after re-wrapping it up as best as he can with his shaking fingers before turning around and giving the other a big smile, nodding as he looked up at the taller skeleton “Yes, I’m fine! Do you need something, Stretch?”

The younger being squints down at him, a concerned frown on his face that does not in the least bit abate the longer that they continue to stare at one another. Stretch folds his arms over his chest and sits down next to Dream, asking quietly “... I don’t need anything, but I’m wondering if you do. You’ve been dead asleep for the past six hours. Ink and Blue’ve been causing well meaning chaos that entire time and haven’t come in yet. This is the first time you’ve reacted to me calling your name. I would have tried to shake you awake, but I couldn’t actually get into the kitchen until you woke up. Every time I tried to get close to the door, you’d activate some sort of yellow shield thing. I couldn’t even use a short-cut to get in here. Unless you were just ignoring me for some reason.”

“I… No… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to pass out on your kitchen floor like that! Hahaha… I had your fridge door open and everything. That was so rude of me! But really. I’m fine. And sorry about subconsciously keeping you out of part of your own home. It’s just that before I left my timeline, for the longest time I only slept when I passed out from exhaustion - which took several months of staying awake and moving around constantly trying to…” Dream paused for a moment, blinking as he realized that he had been about to admit to have been trying to flee… From a certain someone. He must still be in need of sleep if he was about to say something like that. “Help people in my home timeline.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. Dream had been doing what he could to help the scattered and miserable survivors of Dreamtale. Nightmare fancied himself the king of their world - and it wasn’t as if he could actually rule an empire of dust and dead human bodies. There would be no one but him to torment, which as he’d been told repeatedly, was boring. He couldn’t quite suppress the shudder and hoped that Stretch hadn’t noticed.

The worried frown that only deepened on the other’s face told Dream that he’d failed miserably. “Uh… Dream, I’m pretty sure that Ink sleeps more often than that. You do sleep more regularly than that now, right? Or at least since you’ve been running with Ink and my bro?” Stretch pressed, frowning at him in concern.

“Of course! I’m… Not entirely sure why I passed out on your kitchen floor, actually. I knew I was tired, but tile isn’t the most comfortable thing to sleep on? Then again, it’s pretty clean, which is nice! I’ve definitely slept in much worse places.” Dream answered cheerfully… And mentally beating himself up over the fact that he’d just said that.

Particularly as, predictably, Stretch’s concern and worry over him grew, not lessened “Dream… You know that you can tell me anything, right? Even if you want it to just remain between the two of us. You’ve done a lot to help me and mine. I care about you and want you to be okay.” The other reached out and lightly patted the top of his skull in an affectionate gesture that the positive guardian was wholly unprepared for.

“I… I know. I promise that if there’s ever anything bothering me I’ll tell you.” Dream lied, still smiling cheerfully up at Stretch, hoping that the other would buy it. “Really, I am fine. Just a little overtired…”

“... Are… Are you sure about that? I don’t meant to press… It’s just this is the third time in two weeks I’ve found you huddled in the kitchen over a pile of food and passed out, unable to get to you until you wake up. But you snuck off the other two times and I wasn’t able to talk to you then.” Stretch pushed, still watching him with a surprising amount of care and concern.

“... I…” Oh hell. He might as tell someone. Stretch might be able to help him come up with a better option rather than shoving food in his stomach and sleeping in weird places, as it was incredibly inconvenient and… Worrying. He’d very nearly collapsed in that last fight against Error due to exhaustion and he’d never done that before. “... I don’t have as much energy as I used to. My mana recovers slower than before, and I don’t know why. Even when I’m up at full strength, it doesn’t last nearly as long as I used to… I’ve been trying to sleep a bit more and grab MP restoring potions when I can but… They’re kind of hard to come by and most AUs tend to regulate them if they are sold and not just for the use of the royal guard, sentries and any court magicians who work for the magical royalty or leadership in the AUs I visit. It’s been… For the past three weeks it’s getting worse and I… That last fight with Error I nearly…” Dream stopped talking when he felt Stretch’s emotions shift from concern and worry, to something closely resembling panic.

He let out a tiny sound of surprise when the Papyrus grabbed him by the shoulders and Checked him, staring hard at his stats. “Dream… You’re not beginning to Fall Down, are you?”

“No! No it’s not anything like that. I have lots of HP and am full of positivity. I kind of am the guardian of such feelings, you know. Haha. People feel much happier and more hopeful around me, so why wouldn’t I?” Dream answered, telling the truth… More or less. He wasn’t falling down. “Besides, I can’t die from natural causes, so I’m unable to Fall Down.”

“I… What do you mean by that?” Stretch questioned, frowning a little “How do you know that?”

Dream sighs and shakes his head “Due to how I was created, I cannot die of natural causes. Not from illness, hopelessness, starvation, old age, cold or heat exposure. I can only die if I’m killed - and it’s a lot harder to kill me than it may look. In part because I heal really quickly. I know this because the previous guardian of… The previous guardian told me. They were dying and created me to take their place. They gave me a lot of information so that I wouldn’t be helpless at first as I adjusted to my form and role.”

“Okay… Does any of that information that they gave you explain your recent lack of energy? Or is it just that you need a bit of a break from running all across the multiverse? Maybe stay someplace safe for a couple of weeks and just chill.” Stretch was pretty sure that he could talk Blue into staying in this timeline for a while - or hell. Dream could go to the omega timeline to rest where there was absolutely no chance of a reset and everything suddenly going horrible on him. Ink was… Generally a reasonable sort about taking breaks and the like.

“Yeah, I figure I just need to recharge in a high-positivity timeline. We have been fighting more with Error than normal… And we were fighting to try to protect a neutral-run Underfell so… That usually takes a bit more out of me than other timelines I’ve been to.” Dream responded, the smile on his face mostly genuine this time. They’d been battling in darker timelines as of late. That’s probably just what it was.

#my writing #underswap papyrus #dream

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hurlingturtles · 6 years ago

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Boku No Hero Acadmia Omegaverse Fan Fiction!

I’ve been reading a lot of this particular fan fiction lately and the system on AO3 is just.... lacking. Wattpad is a little better but the fan fiction there is super amateurish sometimes (no offense Watts pad writers, I just can’t stand too much bad grammar). It makes me love the system on mangago even more, tbh! ❤️

So, hopefully this will help me remember what I’ve read, a hopefully brief synapsis, bits to trigger my memory, and notes about how well I liked it. So I’m going to be (hopefully) editing this post a lot.

I’m lazy and don’t want to explain omegaverse so just look it up if you don’t know. There’s also a lot of variations within the sub genre, not all authors follow every “rule”. For this list as long as there are alphas/betas/omegas and M/M then that’s good enough! I don’t care which ship it is as long as it’s super gay 😜

Primary ships:

Bakudeku: Bakugo x Midoriya

Tododeku: Todoroki x Midoriya

Kiribaku: Kirishima x Bakugo

EraserMic: Eraserhead x Present Mic

EraserMight: Eraserhead x All Might

(I’ll explain any other ships)

❤️First off, I’ve been writing a bit myself so I’ll shamelessly plug my own omegaverse: Omega Reborn by hurlingturtles on AO3 (Kiribaku, omega Bakugo)❤️

OKAY, enough explanation. Let’s go!

Bakudeku

Kintsugi by kacchansass - Kinda historical vibe, taking place in a time of tribes. Omega Midoriya’s Tribe is being taken over by alpha Bakugo’s tribe. 👍 Long incomplete 😭

Luck by 2degreesabovefreezing - Alpha Bakugo runs across an omega Midoriya with amnesia. Good 👍 Incomplete but feels close to the end 🤔

Fate Be Damned! by K1NGKYO- Omega Midoriya is forced out of his tribe and runs into alpha Bakugo on a dragon (Not Kirishima, which is kinda weird tbh). Good 👍 Long incomplete 😭

Games, Changes, Fears by Daiako - I remember liking this but it’s been a while since I read it. Bakugo and Midoriya get assigned by the government to be mates

Mina Approves of this Ship by SUSURRXUS - Long-running fic about omega Midoriya going into heat in the dorm and hooking up with Bakugo. I remember really liking this and it gets updated! 👍👍

The Hunt by greatcloudninja - omega Midoriya signs up for an annual hunt, where alphas “hunt” for omega mates in this forest. Bakugo is forced to enter into the hunt, not knowing Midoriya is there until he smells him. Side ship of Inatodo (Inasa x Todoroki) Completed and great! 👍👍

Off Limits by Mildlyashamed -Bakugo turns to Midoriya when he can’t take his ruts any longer . Incomplete.

Forced Attraction by jaegerackereri - Omega Midoriya and alpha Bakugo are bought at an illegal trafficking place and are treated horribly by their “owners”. They are forced to become mates but grow to care about each other. Dark but I liked this a lot 👍 Incomplete.

Reparations by Merrywetherweather - Tribes and stuff. Ummmm... I don’t remember too much, I should re-read.

what are the chances by yuutakun - Alpha Bakugo saves a suicidal omega who turns out to be the long-disappeared Midoriya in disguise who was kidnapped and raped by villains for years. VERY dark and angsty. Complete. 👍

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful - Omega Midoriya asks Bakugo to claim him so he can be a better hero. They discover they can’t just forget their new bond. Incomplete but recent updates 👍

Quiet Rapture by lalazee -Alpha Bakugo falls for omega bookstore owner Midoriya at first scent, but to his shock Midoriya can’t smell anything from a old nose injury and Bakugo struggles to woo him. I LOVED this! ❤️👍❤️

How to Train Your Shitty Omega by deanvspanties - Midoriya suddenly goes into heat when he’s though he was a beta for years. He goes after Bakugo, begging to be mates. Bakugo tries to resist but can’t. Eventually Midoriya gets knocked up. Long fic, complete 👍👍

I Run From You by Morpheel - Midoriya is an omega bunny-human hybrid and Bakugo is an alpha wolf-human hybrid who instead of eating Midoriya mates him and knocks him up. Lots of interesting animal behaviors, some of which made this less than romantic but still good. Short and complete 👍👍

Lost Omega by GreyDayMoon - Midoriya is a struggling omega in an ancient AU with tribes and prides who gets separated from his mom and when he’s lost Bakugo finds him and instantly decides to make him his mate, but not without some difficulty. Completed, loved it ❤️👍❤️

He’s Mine by Dracien - Alpha Bakugo has felt possessive of slightly older omega Midoriya his whole life, following him around and guarding him from other alphas. This story is pretty good, but I skimmed significant chunks of this because I didn’t have the patience to read through stuff that was a manga/anime re-telling. Complete 👍

Izuku’s Home for Wayward Pets - *not REALLY omegaverse but Bakugo is technically an “alpha” so I’ll let it slide* Midoriya helps rescue and rehabilitate abused Companions (human/animal hybrids, kinda). Bakugo was rescued from a illegal fighting ring and Midoriya becomes his foster “parent”

Take My Heart by Colourcubify- Omega Bakugo is fucking alpha Midoriya during his heats but not in a relationship with him, but he starts to wonder if he doesn’t deserve Midoriya’s devotion. Ongoing.

Tododeku

Lose Control by Mekabella21 - Omega Midoriya usually has Mirio help him through his heats but circumstances force him to mate with Todoroki and they find themselves unable to forget each other or ignore their new desires. Steamy. ❤️ Incomplete with recent updates 👍

Break Me Slowly by CorpsCommand2020 - Omega Midoriya is keeping his omega status a secret from everyone, including alpha Todoroki, who is drawn to him anyway. When Midoriya’s suppressants finally start hurting him they become mates. I skimmed a lot of this because it’s a re-telling of the anime, which bores me. This is complete but ends on a unpleasant cliffanger of sorts.

Kiribaku

Mating Season by Ailovlovyuu - Primarily Kiribaku but with a sprinkling of other ships. Bakugo is having a rough time dealing with being an omega. Incomplete, no update in many months 😭 Pretty good though! 👍

This Changes Nothing by vulcanhighblood - Bakugo’s first heat as an omega is triggered from a prank and he has a VERY rough time with his heats from then on but is determined to overcome is own body 👍 Complete!

Take a Chance On Me by Fanficismything - LOVE this one! Bakugo can’t become a hero because he’s an omega so he becomes a vigilante and gets flirty with Kirishima 👍❤️👍 Incomplete but recent updates.

Don’t Tell Me (What To Do), I’m Not Listening Anyway by vulcanhighblood - sequel to This Changes Nothing. Incomplete.

I Don’t Want an Alpha, But If It’s You It’s Okay by vulcanhighblood - Bakugo is an omega but everyone assumes he’s an alpha and he doesn’t disillusion them. Because Bakugo has been mateless for too long the government forces him to go to a “heat house” and he gets Kirishima to come rescue him from a horrible alpha. I LOVE this one ❤️ Incomplete but recent updates.

Communicate With Your Body by xX_KUUHAKU_Xx - Not sure if this *really* counts as omegaverse but it has alphas and omegas so I’m letting it slide. Bakugo, a normal human with no powers, finds and rescues a hurt merman, Kirishima. Complete ❤️👍

Don’t tell me what I need by TuesdayTerrible - Bakugo goes into heat, and struggles to accept that he’s an omega. He finds himself drawn to alpha Kirishima, who hates being an alpha because he has two knots 😮 Complete and sexy! ❤️👍❤️

Not a Mistake by MartyMcFly- Alpha Kirishima accidentally knocks up his boyfriend, omega Bakugo. They end up giving him up for adoption because they’re both teens and want to be heroes. I was disappointed with how easily they gave the baby up and how indifferent they seem when they meet him again when he’s a teen. Ongoing.

Studded by KTG- Bakugo is about to present as an omega and isn’t happy about it by if he “studs” an omega he will turn into an alpha so he’s a man on a mission. Kirishima offers to help, and Bakugo is surprised to learn he’s an omega. Completed one shot. Very nice! 👍❤️👍

EraserMight

A Foolish Flirtation with A Gentleman Alpha by eeearnest - I love this one a lot! Eraser and All Might start dating in secret but with the help from well-meaning friends. I love all the pairings in this! 👍👍 Incomplete but recently updated

Other

Vulnerable by Eccentric State - This is a tododekubaku fic. Alphas Todoroki and Bakugo discover that they are BOTH True Mates with Midoriya. They’re cute together, lots of steamy threeway sex. Complete ❤️👍

1+1 by Peasantries - Alpha Kirishima is shocked when he finds out that Bakugo is an omega when he goes into heat. Bakugo tried out a heat assistance service where alphasTodoroki and Midoriya work. The three alphas all end up his mate. Complete 👍👍

Cotton Candy by MomaRoxy - Denki presents as an omega and Sero tells him that he’ll be his heat partner. Denki finds out he has a rare illness that could kill him unless his unrequited love is returned. Incomplete.

#bnha #omegaverse #fanfic #m/m romance #m/m #bokunoheroacademia

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write-havoc · 6 years ago

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 11

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

“So, how’d it go?” Diane asks excitedly from her seat opposite her daughter at their usual table in their favorite coffee shop. When Chuck had told Diane about Negan asking her out to dinner, she was a little nervous at first, but then she decided to put her trust in Negan. Now, she’s trying to get the details out of Chuck to make sure that trust wasn’t misplaced.

Chuck can’t help but smile as she thinks about the night before. “It was really nice. The restaurant was the fanciest I’ve ever been in and the food was awesome.”

“Negan behaved himself?” Diane asks after taking a sip of her coffee.

“Actually, he was a perfect gentleman. Opened doors, held out chairs, the whole nine yards.”

“I shouldn’t expect to be a grandma in nine months, should I?”

“God, Mom!” Chuck’s face turns bright red at the insinuation. “No! You don’t have to worry about that.”

Diane holds her hands up. “Just asking.”

Chuck shakes her head at her mother’s antics. “We’re taking our time with that kind of stuff,” she explains.

“I’m glad Negan is being a gentleman, then.”

“He is, actually.”

“Why don’t you invite him over for your birthday?”

“That’s not for a couple weeks yet.”

“It’ll give him time to get you a gift.”

“He doesn’t have to get me anything. I’m not even sure if we’re at the gift giving stage in our relationship, yet. We’ve only had one date.”

Diane raises her eyebrows. “You guys don’t exactly follow the normal handbook, though.”

Chuck shrugs a little. “I guess.”

“Ask him, anyway.”

“Okay.”

Diane brings her cup up to take a sip of her coffee “Since, uh...” she clears her throat. “Since we’re on the subject of my possible grandchildren-”

“We weren’t on that subject,” Chuck interrupts. “We moved past that to never be mentioned again.”

“Seriously, sweetie. I’ve been asking around the hospital and googling a lot about your birth control options.”

Chuck groans at the embarrassing topic. “Mom...”

“You’re in a relationship now, Chuck. And you need to be prepared. You are not ready for a child.”

“I know that. I don’t want a kid right now.”

“Then you need some form of birth control. And since you can’t take the suppressants, it’s going to be more complicated for you.”

Chuck’s face is bright red at her mother’s choice of topic. “Really, Mom?” She lets out a petulant groan.

“Charlotte Josephine,” is all Diane has to say for her daughter to straighten up.

Chuck lets out a huff. “Condoms don’t seem that complicated. And I’m pretty sure Negan knows how to use them.”

Diane ignores her daughter’s sarcasm. ��Condoms don’t work with a knot, honey.”

“They don’t?”

“No. They’ll break or slide off.”

“Oh.” Chuck didn’t know that. She never needed to know that before now. “Then... what?”

“There’s a thing called an omega condom. It’s like a regular female condom that betas use, but it’s able to take a knot.”

“Oh. I remember seeing ‘omega condom’ mentioned on the Alpha For You app, but I didn’t realize it was something different from a normal... condom. I think they would’ve provided them for me if I used their services.” Chuck shrugs a shoulder. “Well, I’ll just pick some up from the pharmacy myself, then.”

“Only alphas can buy them. With a prescription.”

Chuck scrunches up her face. “What? Why? That’s stupid. Anyone can buy normal condoms.”

“There’s still people that don’t want omegas to be independent. Suppressants only became legal twenty years ago. And that was just because omegas in heat were sending alphas into rut. And people were getting hurt.” Diane takes a drink of her coffee before continuing. “The omega condom lets omegas go into heat but not get pregnant, so I guess the old white alphas in the government are against it.”

Chuck lets out a heavy breath. “God,” she calls out on disgust. “Why is it anyone else’s business if an omega doesn’t want a kid?”

“Because they see it as an omega taking the opportunity to have a kid away from an alpha . And alphas’ rights always trump everyone else’s, it seems.”

“Well that sucks.”

“It does.”

Chuck scratches at her face as she lets out a sigh. “So I have to get Negan to buy me some omega condoms.”

“Yes.”

Chuck throws her head back and groans. “As if this stuff wasn’t awkward enough!”

Later that day when Chuck gets back to her building, she stands waiting for the elevator in the lobby. When the doors open, she’s surprised to see Negan standing in the elevator with his hamper of laundry.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

As Chuck enters the elevator, the smell of Negan’s freshly washed laundry fills her nose. “Did you have to fight for a dryer this time?”

Negan leans forward to hit the close door button. “I punched Mrs. Grant right in the face when she tried to get the last open one.”

Chuck laughs at his joke. “I’m pretty sure she can hold her own, so you probably just made her mad.”

“Probably.” He laughs. “I really should stop fuckin’ waiting until Sunday afternoon to do laundry. It’s like the fuckin’ thunderdome down there.”

She laughs. “I wouldn’t be caught dead down there on Sundays.”

The doors open on their floor and they both exit.

Chuck clears her throat, getting Negan’s attention. “Can I talk to you about something? Well, two things actually.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You can’t talk to me about fuckin’ anything.”

“Okay.”

When they get into Negan’s apartment, he sets his clothes in his bedroom then comes back out to sit next to Chuck on the couch.

She lets out a heavy breath. “Remember I told you I was going out for coffee with my mom today?”

He smiles at her, wondering where this is going. “I remember.”

“Well... First off, my mom wanted me to invite you over to her house for my birthday on the seventeenth.”

“Oh.” He was expecting something much less innocuous to come out of her mouth.

“You don’t have to,” she’s quick to say. “It’s just gonna be me and my mom and Uncle Aaron.” She shrugs, not wanting him to feel obligated.

“No, no. Of course I’ll celebrate your fuckin’ birthday with you.”

His answer makes her smile. “Okay. I’ll tell her. She usually makes a dinner and then we have cake.”

“Sounds fuckin’ great.”

She nods, stalling for time on the other subject she wanted to talk about.

Negan watches her for a moment, seeing the gears turning behind her eyes. “And the other thing...?”

She lets out a breath. “Well... My mom brought up... Uh. Well, you know... With my condition and all...”

He sees her getting flustered. “Just breathe, sweetheart,” he coos as he places his arm around her.

“I can’t take suppressants,” she blurts out finally. “Which means I’m not on birth control.”

“Ah.” Negan lifts his arm off of her shoulders to tuck it in by his side. “I see.”

“And my mom said condoms won’t take knots.”

He scrubs his hand down his face as he thinks over what she’s saying. It’s been a long time since he’s knotted an omega. Well over a decade. And that was with Lucille. So he hasn’t had to worry about safe sex with a knot since he started dating her. Since betas can’t take a knot, normal condoms work fine with them and that’s what he’s used to.

“So... do we have options?” He wants to knot Chuck. And it’s certainly going to happen during her heat, if not before then. But he doesn’t want to get her pregnant. Not yet, anyways. But he’s unaware of what they can do.

“There’s something called an omega condom,” she explains. “But you have to buy them because omegas can’t. And you need your doctor to call it in to the pharmacy.”

He’s never heard of such a thing before. But he’s more focused on the second part of Chuck’s statement. “Omegas can’t get buy them? That’s fuckin’ stupid.”

“That’s what I said.”

“I mean, I’ll definitely do it. But it’s stupid you have to jump through those fuckin’ hoops to get one.”

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “I can give you money for it.”

He shakes his head. “No. I’ll get it. It’s no big deal.”

“Okay.” She nods. “I-I still want to go slow, though. I just want to be prepared. For when the time comes.”

“I get it. I’m not gonna fuckin’ push you, honey. I’ll let you decide when you’re ready.”

“Yeah. Okay.” She rubs her hands over her thighs, not knowing what else to say. “I guess that’s all I wanted to talk about.”

“You want me to make you dinner later?”

She bites her lip to try to hide her smile. “That sounds nice.”

He chuckles low in his chest at her reaction to him. “Can I get a kiss until then?”

She giggles as her cheeks redden. “Okay.”

He sets his hand gently on her cheek and leans in to kiss her lips sweetly. Despite the urge, he successfully holds himself back from trying to deepen the kiss, leaving it at a peck. When they pull away from each other, both of them have smiles on their faces.

Chuck stands from the couch and starts to walk to the door. “See you later,” she calls out over her shoulder, her face still flushed.

He smirks up at her. “Bye, sweetheart.”

As Negan prepares the meal he’ll share with Chuck, he gets a call on his phone. After a few days of calls with his cell phone company (and a lot of yelling) he got everything straightened out and got his old number back with a replacement phone to boot. An even better phone at that. An iPhone like Chuck’s, so she can show him how to use it. He tries his hardest to listen when she tells him how to do things with it, but he only retains about fifteen percent, just enough not to blow the thing up, he figures.

He pulls the phone out of his pocket and sees Rick’s name at the top. “It’s been three fuckin’ weeks,” is how he answers the call. He had been texting Rick every few days enquiring about his phone that Rick’s office is supposed to be searching through to find evidence on Eldritch. All Rick would say is that he’d call when they were done.

“What do you expect?” Rick responds. “The lab guys have been busy with murders and drug dealers .”

Negan lets out a huff, supposing Rick’s probably right. “Did they at least find anything?”

“No. It was clean. Whoever cleared it did it thoroughly.”

“We know who did it,” Negan bites back. “Eldritch fuckin’ Ruben.”

Rick nods and grunts an approval. “I did a background check on him. One speeding ticket. That’s it.”

Negan huffs a breath. “So you think he’s a fuckin’ saint?”

Frustration laces Rick’s words, though that’s not new when he’s talking to Negan. Despite the fact that Rick considers the man a friend, Negan still has the innate ability to annoy the piss out of him on occasion. “No. I’m just telling you all I know.”

“Fine.” Negan drags his hand down his face. “Thanks for looking, I guess.”

“Has he reached out to you guys?”

“Chuck got some fuckin’ flowers after her uncle died. But the card said it was from her whole office. I think he was behind it, though.”

“That’s nothing we can make a move on.”

“I know,” Negan admits dejectedly. “I just know in my fuckin’ heart this guy’s bad news.”

Rick understands the feeling. “Sometimes gut instinct can save lives. I’ve seen it more than once in the field. Just use your head. Protect yourselves.”

“Me and Chuck are together now,” Negan comments. “And I’m not gonna let any-fuckin’-thing hurt her.”

“You claimed her?”

“Not yet.” The ease that those words leave his mouth stun him. After Lucille, he was dead set on never taking another mate. And though he hasn’t taken the time to seriously entertain the thought of claiming Chuck, it seems so natural to expect that he will actually do it in the future.

“I’m not trying to force your hand or anything, but a claim sends a clear message to other alphas.”

“Look, Rick. It’s not the right fuckin’ time for that. I’m not gonna claim the fuckin’ girl unless she’s goddamn sure about it. And I don’t want her fuckin’ decision to be swayed by fear of what that motherfuckin’ knothead Eldritch might do to her.”

Even though Negan can’t see it, Rick holds his free hand up in a placating manner. “Okay, Negan. I guess I don’t really know what goes into claiming,” he admits. Since he’s a beta male, he’ll never claim a mate like an alpha. And it’s just generally accepted that omegas get claimed, so it seems automatic to assume that an omega won’t stay unclaimed for long. Rick had never thought about the thought process omegas and alphas must go through before they make that life altering decision.

“Yeah.” Negan scratches at the back of his neck. He doesn’t really blame Rick for assuming he’d claim Chuck. It’s a logical assumption.

“Well.” Rick lets out a sigh. “Keep me updated. If he does anything, let me know. I’ll keep my eye on him, too.”

“Thanks, Rick.”

After Negan hangs up and shoves his phone back in his pocket, he lets out a heavy breath as he leans over the counter. He had hoped the lab guys would find something to pin on Eldritch so this could be over, but that’s not the case.

The next week flies by with Chuck and Negan continuing their budding relationship. Despite the fact that Chuck certainly feels the urge to be with Negan in a more physical way, her insecurities keep her from going too far with him. And since Negan is going at her pace, he holds himself back.

That doesn't mean that things are completely G rated all the time.

Chuck and Negan are sitting on her couch binge watching Stranger Things with a bowl of popcorn sitting on Chuck’s lap.

“You weren’t even alive in the eighties,” Negan comments then shoves some popcorn in his mouth.

Chuck giggles. “But I’ve seen all the eighties movies they’re referencing.”

Negan suddenly realizes what he had said. “Shit, you weren’t even alive in the eighties.”

She shrugs, not really thinking that’s a big deal. “What was it like to be alive in the fifties?” she quips.

“I wasn’t fuckin’ alive in the fifties!”

She laughs at her own joke. “Oh. My mistake.”

“You naughty little girl. Come here.” He pulls her to him, sending the bowl of popcorn spilling to the floor.

Chuck doesn’t get much time to think about the mess before Negan leans over her and starts to tickle her sides.

“Negan!” she squeals as uncontrollable laughs leave her mouth. She tries to push him away, but he’s relentless.

Eventually, he has her pushed down on the couch as he hovers over her, continuing to tickle her torso. “This’ll teach you,” he calls out jovially.

“Negan! Negan, stop!” She laughs further. “I’m gonna pee my pants!”

“Alright, alright.” He stops, but doesn’t move away from her.

As she regains her composure, she realizes just how close Negan is and it causes her heart rate to pick back up.

Negan smooths Chuck’s hair away from her face. “You look so fuckin’ cute with your cheeks all red.” He brings his hand back up to cup her cheek.

She bites her lip demurely. “I blush easily,” she says, not knowing what else to say to him.

He chuckles. “I know.” He bends down to kiss her, waiting for her to move away or stop him.

But she doesn’t. And only a few moments after their lips meet, they both deepen the kiss. Chuck buries her fingers in his hair as she tangles her tongue with his, eliciting a low groan from him. The noise sends a jolt of heat through her body to pool at her core. The heat only builds when his hand slides under her T-shirt and up her side. His fingers dancing across her skin feel so good that she almost gets lost in the sensation.

Almost.

All at once, those voices start in her head telling her that all those other women he’s been with probably don’t feel like her. Is she too chubby? Does Negan prefer those sleek curves over her soft ones? Or is her skin not flawless enough? She has those dry patches that surely must be sticking out to him. And what about-

“Chuck?” his voice draws her out of her thoughts.

“What?”

“You went all tense and stopped fuckin’ moving. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Negan lifts off of her and sits up on the couch, wondering if he did something wrong.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly as she sits up, too.

“No. Don’t apologize.” He takes a deep breath. “Was it something I did?”

She turns to him. “No. I-“ She clears her throat. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t you.”

“Okay.” He looks around at the popcorn littered all over the floor. “I’ll clean this up.”

Chuck just nods, feeling stupid and disappointed in herself.

After Negan leaves, Chuck is left with those same feelings of inadequacy that have plagued her for her entire adult life. But instead of wallowing in that, she decides that she’s just going to try really hard to be good for Negan. Since she’s still woefully inexperienced when it comes to sex, she goes back to the next best thing, watching a lot of porn on the internet.

The next Monday, Chuck and Negan go to Dr. Bailey’s office for their first meeting with her.

“I’m nervous,” Chuck whispers to Negan as they wait in one of the exam rooms for the doctor.

Negan takes her hand in his. “Don’t be.” He brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses it softly.

A few minutes later, Dr. Bailey enters and after greeting the pair, she sets herself up much like she did the last time Chuck saw her. “So,” she starts. “Any developments?”

Chuck shrugs, not really knowing what to say.

Negan sees her shyness and jumps in. “We’re taking things slow.”

Dr. Bailey continues to type in the computer. “Are you planning to be together for her next heat?”

“Yeah,” Negan answers as Chuck just nods.

“Good, good.” Dr. Bailey turns to look at them. “I know this is going to be a little weird for you guys, but I want to stress that studying you might give us more understanding on how alphas and omegas react both before and after a pair bond. And of course the attraction of omegas and alphas to one another. Especially since you seem to have a stronger than normal attraction to each other.”

“I’ve never been a lab rat before,” Negan jokes, easing a little of Chuck’s anxiety.

Dr. Bailey chuckles. “We won’t force you through too many mazes. But I will ask for blood samples from both of you today to test different things like hormone levels and certain DNA markers. If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“That’s okay,” Chuck answers.

Negan gives a little shrug. “Why not?”

Dr. Bailey brings in the nurse to take the blood samples then sits back down to talk to the pair after the nurse leaves.

“Now I’d like to ask you some general questions. They might get a little personal, but it’s important that you answer them truthfully . If you don’t want to answer, we’ll just skip it.”

Negan and Chuck nod, though Chuck is feeling even more nervous.

“First thing’s first. Have you had any sexual contact with each other?”

“No,” Negan answers quickly as Chuck’s face blooms red. “We made out a few times. No contact downstairs.”

“Okay,” Dr. Bailey responds as she types on her computer. “A lot of these questions are going to be directed at you, Negan, since I already have Chuck’s history and medical record.”

“Alright then.” Negan doesn’t exactly have a problem with that, but he wonders what the doctor wants to know.

“Did you only have the one mate before now?” Dr. Bailey had been Lucille’s doctor, so she knows that Negan had claimed her before her untimely death.

“Only Lucille.”

“How many omegas have you had sex with?”

He flicks his gaze over to Chuck, but she’s looking down at the floor. She knows she shouldn’t really have any feelings about Negan’s past, since she wasn’t in his life yet, but there is a little bit of jealousy there.

He runs his hand down his face. “Two. The one was years before Lucille.”

“You knotted both?”

“No. Only Lucille.”

So, no claim on the first one?”

“No. Definitely not. I was fuckin’ twenty-one and she was this cougar widow I met in a bar. Literally only saw her the one time. Don’t even remember her name.”

“Okay.” Dr. Bailey types on, recording his answers. “I know Chuck has had experiences where she thought maybe she was... let’s say, reacting to your strong emotions, physically,” she directs at Negan. “Have you experienced something similar?”

He thinks for a moment. “I don’t fuckin’ know. I mean... I hate when she’s upset.”

“You don’t have any any other feelings when she’s emotional? Like you’re experiencing her emotions?”

He thinks again back to when Chuck first learned about her uncle’s death. It seemed like he did feel something more than just regular empathy for her.

“Maybe,” he finally concedes. “I might’ve felt more than fuckin’ normal when her uncle died. Like I lost someone, too.”

Chuck turns to look at Negan upon hearing that revelation. She hadn’t thought that she might affect him that way.

“That is really remarkable,” Dr. Bailey comments. “Did you feel anything similar with your first mate?”

He pauses and thinks hard. As much as he loved Lucille, he can’t think of a single time where he was effected by her emotions like he was with Chuck. “No,” he answers simply.

Chuck isn’t really sure what to make of that. But she doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it because Dr. Bailey moves on.

“I’d like to get your permission to bring other doctors in on this. One specializing in alphas. Probably a neurologist and an endocrinologist. Maybe even a psychologist.”

“Fuck, Doc.” Negan lets out a huff. “We gonna have to meet with all these goddamn doctors?”

“Probably not. I’d mainly just show them your test results. But they may want to meet with you in person occasionally.”

Neither Chuck or Negan are really excited about the prospect and it shows.

“This is all voluntary on your part,” Dr. Bailey stresses. “Though what we may learn from you-“

“Yeah, yeah, Doc,” he interrupts. “We fuckin’ get it. Scientific discoveries, blah blah blah.”

Chuck giggles at him. “Is there really not that much research into this?” she asks the doctor.

“Not really. It’s just generally accepted that alphas and omegas mate without much thought into why . But in the last five years or so, there has been a push in the scientific community to look into this area of study.”

After the appointment is done, Chuck and Negan walk back to his car at the far end of the parking lot.

“So,” Negan starts, “do you have any fuckin’ plans for Saturday?”

Chuck turns to look up at Negan beside her. “I don’t think so.”

“Want to do something with me?”

“Like what?”

He starts to smirk. “It’s a surprise.”

She giggles. “A surprise?”

“Yup. But I promise you’ll have fuckin’ fun.”

“Okay. But I’m trusting that you don’t want me to rob a bank or something.”

He laughs. “Nah. Bank robbing is more of a third date kinda activity,” he jokes.

When Saturday rolls around, Chuck is still in the dark as to what they’re going to do. All she knows is that Negan told her to dress comfortably and that’s it. So she dresses in some jeans and a Supernatural T-shirt and heads out to Negan’s car with a hoodie draped over her arm in case it gets cold. When she meets up with Negan, she sees that he’s dressed in a crisp white T-shirt and jeans, as well.

Negan drives them out of the city and into the suburbs, all the while not giving up where they’re actually going. When he pulls into a high school parking lot, Chuck is thoroughly confused.

“We’re here,” he says nonchalantly after he parks.

“This is a school.”

“Yup.”

“Why are we at a school?”

“Come on.” He gets out of the car and Chuck follows suit.

They go around the back of the building and onto a baseball field, where someone is waiting for them by a pitching machine.

“Hey, Coach!” the beta male calls out with a wave. He looks to be in his late thirties and is dressed in jeans and an off white polo shirt.

“Just ‘Negan’, now,” Negan responds and shakes the man’s hand. “This is Chuck.” He gestures back to her.

“Nice to meet you,” the man shakes her hand, too. “I’m Terry.”

“Hello.” She smiles at the man.

Terry turns back to Negan. “Got everything all set up for you guys. Just don’t break anything.”

Negan places his hand on his chest. “Would I ever?”

Terry laughs. “Well, have fun.” He claps Negan on the shoulder and leaves.

When he’s gone, Chuck speaks up. “‘Coach’?”

He chuckles a little, but it has an air of nervousness. “I used to fuckin’ teach here. Gym. And I coached baseball.”

“Oh!” Chuck exclaims in shock. That is news to her. “You didn’t like it?” she asks, wondering why he changed careers.

“I loved it, actually. But shit changed after Lucille...” he trails off.

“Oh. I understand.”

He clears his throat. “Grab one of those fuckin’ bats and stand on the plate.”

As he fiddles with the pitching machine, Chuck follows his instructions. Maybe a bit too closely.

When he finally looks up at her, he can’t help but laugh. She’s standing square on home plate facing him, awkwardly holding the bat loosely in her right hand.

“What?” she calls out at his reaction.

He shakes his head as he chuckles a few more times. “Have you ever played baseball before?”

“No.”

“Alright.” He walks back over to her. “You’re a rightie, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Face that way.” He points to her right then gets behind her when she complies. “Move back a couple steps.”

She takes two steps back and bumps right into him. “Oops. Sorry.”

He puts his hands on her hips. “No. This is right where I want you.” He places his foot between hers to nudge them apart then moves his hands from her hips to position her shoulders. “Bring the bat up.”

She obeys and holds the bat like she’s seen other people do, hoping that she’s not doing it too horribly.

Negan leans over her, his chest flush against her back, and places his hands above and below hers on the bat. “Don’t tense.” He moves the bat all around, like he’s loosening Chuck up. “When the ball comes...” He swings the bat gently and makes a knocking noise with his tongue. “Just like that.”

“Okay,” she replies nervously.

Negan pats her hip as he backs away, then walks over to the pitching machine. “Ready, sweetheart?” he calls out.

“Uh... yeah.” She had never been very athletic. As a matter of fact, her only exposure to sports was in her own high school gym class. And she ended up having to do extra credit reports so she wouldn’t fail because she was so bad at everything. She just isn’t naturally blessed with the coordination for sports.

“I’m gonna start it nice and fuckin’ easy.” He turns the machine on and a ball comes flying out.

Chuck lets out a little yip and jumps backward, even though the ball wasn’t really that close to her. Nor was it traveling that fast, really.

Negan chuckles at her reaction. “It’s okay, baby girl. Don’t be afraid of it.”

“I’m not good at this, Negan.”

“You didn’t even try, yet. I’m gonna send another one. Just swing at it.”

When the ball flies over the plate, Chuck does swing, but misses.

She lets out a groan. “See? I told you I’m not good.”

“Just try a few more times.”

Another pitch, another miss. Then another. And Chuck’s frustration grows quickly.

“Negan... Why are we doing this?”

“I told you I’d take you to a fuckin’ baseball game, but it’s not baseball season, yet. So...” He gestures broadly to what they’re doing. “So stop bellyaching.” His tone isn’t angry, but rather teasing and it brings a smile to Chuck’s face.

“I’m just horrible at this.”

He sets the machine to automatically pitch and walks over to her. “You just never had the right fuckin’ coach.”

He gets into position behind her again and rolls the bat around playfully as he wiggles his hips, waiting for the ball to come. When it does, he swings the bat, sending the ball down the first base line.

“We hit it!” Chuck exclaims excitedly.

After hitting a few more, Negan backs away. “Hit this next one on your own.”

“Oh, god. I’ll try.” She really wants to hit this one, not only so she won’t feel like a failure (like she always did in high school), but she wants to do it for Negan, too.

When the machine releases the ball, Chuck swings the bat as hard as she can, trying to do it like Negan was. With a resounding crack, the ball flies over the pitcher’s mound to land next to second base.

“I hit it!” she yells as she thrusts her arms out in celebration. She flips around to face Negan. “I did it!”

He laughs at her enthusiasm. “You sure did.” He scoops her up in his arms, lifting her from the ground.

“Negan!” she squeals with a giggle as he twirls her around.

Negan holds her close and doesn’t let her down. “You’re the next Babe Ruth, sweetheart.”

Chuck laughs. “Don’t oversell it.”

“Okay, maybe not Babe Ruth. But you look cute as shit. And that’s something.” He sets her back on the ground. “Can I show off for you, now?”

She giggles. “Go ahead.”

Even though he hasn’t been on a baseball diamond in many years, he’d still get to the batting cages almost every week. So as the pitching machine does its thing, he sends the balls flying one by one deep into the outfield. When Negan hits the last one, Chuck applauds.

“You impressed by my manly show of athleticism?” Negan asks in a joking way.

“Super impressed.” Chuck giggles. “That’s really why you wanted to do this, huh? To show off.”

“Damn right.” He tosses the bat away and pulls her into another hug. “I’m still gonna take you to a baseball game, though.”

“So I can be impressed by the players’ manly athleticism?”

“Fuck no! You can be impressed by my ability to get good tickets and drink $20 beer.”

Chuck laughs. “Is that so?”

He nods. “Hey, there’s this little fuckin’ burger place nearby. You wanna eat lunch?”

“Yeah. I’m getting hungry.”

They go to the cute little burger shop and eat their lunch, then stop by an ice cream stand for dessert. Both with ice cream cones in hand, they walk around the little town lazily.

“It’s nice here,” Chuck comments as they wander through the neighborhood.

“Yeah. If you like the fuckin’ ‘burbs.”

“You don’t?”

He shrugs. “It’s just different, I guess.”

Chuck lets out an excited gasp when she notices that one house is nicely decked out for Halloween already. “Halloween is my favorite! I’m so excited!”

He chuckles at her enthusiasm. “Halloween is your favorite?”

“Yeah. I love Halloween. Me and my mom dress up every year and hand out candy at her house. We actually have her house all decorated already. First of October, everything gets spoooooky.” She wiggles her fingers and warbles the last word for emphasis.

He laughs. “I would definitely like to see you in a costume.”

His implication goes over her head, since he’s thinking about skimpy costumes while she considers scary ones the norm.

“I’m dressing like the Pint-Sized Slasher,” she explains excitedly.

“I have no idea what that is.”

Chuck pulls out her phone and finds a picture to show Negan. “It’s from Fallout 3.”

The picture looks like a kid in a clown mask to Negan, which is disappointing. He was hoping to see Chuck in something a little more sexy than that.

“Looks weird,” he finally comments.

“I’m doing it all in black and white, too and I made the mask myself,” she beams. Making her own costume has always been a source of pride for her. Mainly because the kids always seem to like it. “I always try to dress scary. But my mom usually dresses like a not scary witch for the really little kids so we don’t scare them too much.”

Negan takes his first crunchy bite into his ice cream cone. “I haven’t handed out candy in years.”

“Oh!” she calls out suddenly. “Hand out candy at my mom’s house with us. She always gets a ton of kids.” She figures that the reason he didn’t participate in trick or treat is because kids don’t go into their building on Halloween. Which is true. But for Negan, it’s also part of that life he left behind when Lucille died.

He used to really enjoy handing out candy. Him and Lucille both. He used to love watching Lucille’s face light up as she saw the children all dressed up. After she died, he didn’t have the interest to participate in trick or treat anymore.

He gives her offer a thought, though. “Sure. Why not?”

“Yay! I’m excited!”

With their ice cream cones all gone, they head back to Chuck’s apartment. Negan casually plops himself down on her couch as she grabs a drink in the kitchen. Her laptop is open right beside him, though it’s in standby mode. To give himself more room, he picks it up to set it to the side, hitting one of the buttons in the process and turning it on. Instantly, Negan is met with the homepage of the porn website Chuck had left open.

“Shit,” he says aloud as his eyes scan the various pictures of naked women and descriptions of what each video is.

Chuck looks over to him and sees what’s happening. “Oh my god!” She rushes over and rips her laptop out of his hands. “I-I can explain. I was just- It- I wasn’t-“ her heart pounds as all the blood rushes to her face. “Oh my god. I’m just going to go kill myself now.”

He laughs at her reaction. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. Fuckin’ everyone watches porn.”

“I’m sorry.” Her embarrassment is quickly making her upset.

He sees this and gestures to the seat beside him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

She sets the laptop down and takes the seat. “It’s not what you think. I wasn’t... you know... doing anything to myself.”

He’s a little confused by her reaction. “Honey, I really don’t care if you were taking a little ‘me time’. Everyone gets themselves off. I don’t give a shit about that. If it makes you feel any better, I rubbed one out before we left this morning.”

She looks at him and sees he’s completely comfortable with the subject. It actually eases a little of her embarrassment. “Really?”

“Yeah. So don’t be ashamed that you get yourself off. As a matter of fact, I’d be very fuckin’ interested in hearing about it.”

She laughs at him. “That’s- I guess that’s good to know.” She giggles again. “But... I really wasn’t... I was just trying to learn. Since I’ve never... you know. I’m a-a... virgin.”

“I see.” He scrubs his hand down his beard. “You can talk to me about it. Since we’re planning on engaging in that particular fuckin’ activity at some point, I think it’s pretty goddamn logical for you to be open with me about it.”

“Yeah.” She looks away. “I guess you’re right. I was just embarrassed. And I didn’t want to be bad for you. For our first time.”

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about me, baby girl. As long as you’re into it, it’s gonna be fuckin’ amazing for me.”

She just nods, unsure if he’s really telling the truth or not.

Negan sees the uncertainty on her face. “I want you to be fuckin’ comfortable with me, Chuck. And you gotta be comfortable with this.” He gestures between them.

Chuck nods.

“You gotta be comfortable with yourself .”

She looks at him, not really knowing what he means.

“Have you ever made yourself cum before?” he asks, already figuring that he knows the answer.

She shakes her head.

“Have you ever tried ?”

“No.”

“Well.” He lets out a sigh. “I think you need to take that step before we can take that step.”

“Right.” She nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Do you know how?”

“Uh... well. Sorta... I guess. I mean, I watched videos.”

“So you know you gotta rub your clit.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah.”

He chuckles a little at the situation. He’s never had to tell a woman how to get off, before. Especially since the women he usually sleeps with are of the more adventurous variety. Lucille was probably the least experienced of all the women he’s had, but she wasn’t a virgin .

When she hears him laugh, she looks away in shame. “This is really weird, right? I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” He puts his fingers around her chin to move her face back to his. “We got a unique fuckin’ situation here. But that doesn’t mean you gotta feel bad about it. Okay, baby girl?”

She nods, though she’s not quite sure if she believes him.

“Just... talk it out with me,” he says gently.

She clears her throat. “I just feel really weird. You know, not normal. Like, there’s this whole world that I’ve not been living in. With my condition and all, I just accepted that I would never live there with everyone else. But now...” She shrugs. “Now, I’m just ashamed that I haven’t experienced all the things everyone else has.”

“No need to be ashamed. Like you fuckin’ said, you had a condition that you didn’t fuckin’ ask for. There was nothing you coulda done about it. So what if you’re a little bit of a late bloomer. Cuz you can sure make up the time now.”

She laughs. His words actually make her feel better. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants,” she jokes.

Negan takes it seriously, though. “No, baby girl. Do I want in your pants? Shit yes. Would I try and talk you into it when you’re not ready? Fuck no . I’ll try my hardest to get you ready. Help with all that self conscious repression you got going on so you can make your own decision. But I would never try to convince you. I just need you to be okay with all of this before we actually get our fuck on.”

She giggles at his turn of phrase. “Can I ask you something, then?”

“Go ahead.”

She clears her throat. “You said you... uh... rubbed one out this morning.”

“Yes,” he drags out with a smirk.

“Is that normal? For you, I mean. Do you do that everyday?”

He shrugs. “Well... Alphas have a high sex drive, so yeah. Pretty much. Especially now that I haven’t fucked anyone in a while.”

“Oh.” She realizes that his dry spell is because he hasn’t had sex with anyone since they decided to be together. It makes her smile knowing that he’s taking his fidelity seriously.

As he stares at her, waiting for her to say something further, her own thoughts drift from his faithfulness to what he must look like when he pleasures himself. It causes a heat to burn all over her body and her cheeks to redden even more than they already were.

Negan notices the change in her expression and immediately recognizes the look of arousal. It sends his own body buzzing at the possibilities of what might happen.

“Do you want to watch me?” he asks before he has time to really think about it.

“Watch you?”

“Jerk off.”

“Oh!” she almost squeaks. Her first thought is to say absolutely not, but then again, she finds herself wanting nothing more than to watch him. “Is that... weird? If I did?”

“No. It’s not fuckin’ weird. And you shouldn’t worry if someone else finds something fuckin’ weird. Just do what you want,” he tells her as he looks right into her eyes. “Within reason, I guess. As long as all parties involved are fuckin’ consenting.”

“Okay.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. It’s your choice.”

She lets out a breath. He’s right that she needs to be comfortable with him and she knows the only way to achieve that for her is to jump right in before she can talk herself out of it. But he’s also right that she needs to be more comfortable with herself, too.

“I want to watch you. But... I want to do it, too.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You want to jerk me off?”

She giggles. “No. I mean, well... I was thinking I’d... you know... touch myself. While you touch yourself.”

Negan can’t help but smile at the thought. “Alright, baby girl. If that’s what you want.”

They move into Chuck’s bedroom, but she’s not sure where to start. Negan really isn’t either. This isn’t exactly like any other sexual encounter he’s had before. But he knows he has to let her do her own thing. If he pushes her too far too fast, she might regret it. And that might make her regret being with him.

“Should we take our clothes off?” she asks so sweetly that Negan chuckles.

“I’m okay with that.”

She bites her lip in nervousness. She’s never been naked in front of anyone, save her doctors before. And that always made her so anxious that she couldn’t sleep for a few days before her appointments. Now, she’s planning on being naked in front of Negan, who will also be naked.

“Will you do it first?” she finally responds.

“Do you want me to do a little dance for you?” he jokes, calming some of her nerves.

She giggles at him then shrugs a shoulder. “Sure.”

He laughs, not really considering dancing, then starts to remove his clothes unceremoniously. When he’s fully naked, he just stands there, allowing Chuck to make the first move.

She had seen Negan naked before, albeit, for only a second. But now, he’s standing there waiting for her to take the sight all in. It takes her a moment to settle before she allows her eyes to even travel below his waist. And when she does, she lets out a soft gasp.

He’s big, long and thick. Especially since he’s mostly hard already. And like most alphas, especially ones born before the nineties, he’s cut. He has an ample amount of curly black hair leading up from his groin to fade out below his belly button. The sight of him sends a tingling heat straight to her core.

He notices her reaction. “Everything okay there, sweetheart?” he teases.

She swallows roughly. “Mmhmm.”

“You don’t have to go through with this,” he reminds her, since she hasn’t made a move to take off her own clothes yet. “You can just fuckin’ watch me and that’s it.”

“No,” she answers quickly. “I wanna do this. But... can I ask you something?”

He chuckles at her repeated question. “You can ask me anything.”

“Have you ever... been with someone that looks like me? You know, bigger.”

“Honey...” he coos. “You’re not big. You’re a fuckin’ omega . And you have no fuckin’ idea what your curves do to me.”

Though there is some variation, of course, most betas are slim and straighter shaped. Since betas make up the majority of the population, beauty standards adhere to that ideal. Omegas, however, have more of an hourglass shape, with larger breasts an hips. Since Negan has only ever brought betas home, and with societies influence, too, Chuck figures that Negan is only attracted to thin, slender women. But she’s wrong.

“Really?” she asks quietly.

“You and that body of yours have been the star of a lot of my fantasies, sweetheart.”

She giggles, actually feeling a little less anxiety about being naked in front of him now. So before she can back out of it, she rips her shirt off. But as she’s unbuttoning her jeans, she pauses and looks up at Negan.

“I-I have stretch marks,” she warns him. As her hips expanded, some light stretch marks spread across them. Though in actuality, they aren’t as noticeable as Chuck thinks.

“Honestly, I don’t care one fuckin’ bit about that.”

“And I...” she continues. “I mean, I don’t know what you like, you know, hair-wise. I’m not... waxed or anything. I shaved my legs last night, but I have hair, you know, elsewhere.”

He chuckles. “Honey, I really don’t care about any of that. Stop telling yourself you have all this shit wrong with you so I can fuckin’ show you that you’re fine the way you are.”

She nods then proceeds to remove the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely bare. When she finally looks up at Negan, his eyes are roving her entire body.

He takes it all in. Her whole body is covered in alabaster skin, with only her shoulders and arms dotted with random freckles. She has a nickel sized birthmark a few shades darker than the rest of her skin on her left breast under her small pink nipple. Her breasts are full, but perky, much like many other omegas. Her waist is soft, but mostly flat, leading down to her ample hips, which are rounded perfectly, as far as Negan is concerned. With what Chuck had said, he thought she would have unkempt pubic hair, but that’s not the case. Her soft red curls are neatly trimmed, with her bikini line completely bare.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

She bites her lip at the high compliment. Her first thought is not to believe him, but the look on his face and the way his body is reacting to her tell her that he’s not lying.

Negan feels his whole body get hotter as he commits every detail of her body to memory. He’s so taken with her that he has to hold himself back from rushing over and burying himself inside her instantly.

“Are you still good with this?” he finally asks, hoping to god that she says yes.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I think you can see just how good with this I am.”

She giggles because there is no missing his very prominent erection.

Negan turns away from her to sit on the bed. He positions the pillows behind him so he can lean back on the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him, widely parted.

“Are you gonna watch from there?” he asks, pulling Chuck out of her stupor as she stands away from the bed. “You can hop up here.” He pats the bed beside him.

“Oh. Okay.” She gets on the bed and sits on her knees between his legs with her hands in her lap.

Negan wasn’t expecting her to choose to be front and center, but he’s certainly not complaining. He brings his hand up and wraps it around his shaft, stroking it a few times.

Chuck notices that with each stroke, he swirls his hand over the tip, figuring that that’s how he likes it. She files that knowledge away for when the occasion comes that she’ll be the one giving him pleasure.

As his breaths get heavier, so do Chuck’s. She’s focused on his hand, noting every movement and how he seems to react to it. When he starts to buck his hips slightly, a little grunt leaves his lips. Chuck’s eyes snap up to his face and she sees his own gaze is on her breasts.

He watches as her chest rises and falls with her increasingly deeper breaths. All he wants to do is reach out and feel just how soft her perfect tits are, but he holds back, clenching his unoccupied fist with the effort. She hadn’t told him she was okay with him touching her, so he won’t do it. As long as he can fight the urge to, anyway.

The look of pleasure on his face affects Chuck in a way she’s not entirely familiar with. She has this uncomfortable pressure between her legs that she has the urge to alleviate. She’s not an idiot; she knows she’s aroused. A lot, actually. But she doesn’t want to tear her attention away from what Negan is doing to do anything about it. Her body works for her, though, clenching her thighs rhythmically, seeking relief.

Negan knows what she’s doing. And he can smell the slick starting to slowly leak from between her legs. It all hastens him to his climax.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he strokes faster.

When she sees the muscles his thighs ripple with tension, she lays both her hands just above his knees without thinking, like her body is moving on its own. She pushes her hands up his thighs and then back down to his knees, just feeling his hot skin under her fingers as he bucks into his hand.

“Fuck, baby. Can I cum on your tits?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes,” is her immediate answer. He could’ve asked her anything right then and she would’ve agreed. She starts to trail her hands up his chest and down his arms, though she’s not confident enough to actually help him reach his end.

Negan’s resolve finally breaks and he reaches his hand out to squeeze her breast. As soon as he does, his climax hits him, sending ropes of his cum on her chest and over his own hand.

His growls and moans send heat and electricity through her, straight to her core. She had seen a lot of porn where women get ejaculated on and didn’t really see the appeal, but what Negan just did to her was the most erotic thing she could imagine ever happening. To date, anyway.

“Oh fuck,” he drawls out and lays his head back on her headboard with his eyes closed once his orgasm has passed. “Goddamn.” He stays in that position, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high.

Overcome with lust and without a thought (at least from her upstairs brain), Chuck pulls her legs out from underneath her and spreads them over Negan’s still spread thighs. She lays back fully on the bed and brings her hand to her mound. Her first unskilled touches send pleasure through her, since Negan’s show had gotten her so turned on already. But her clumsy fingers aren’t deft enough to get her where she wants to be.

Negan’s mind is blank after his orgasm as he continues to sit there with his eyes closed. Just being near Chuck made him cum harder than if it was just him alone. This post orgasmic stupor has him completely unaware of what Chuck is doing right in front of him.

Until she calls out for him.

Her frustration in her own lack of ability hits a head as she can’t bring herself to climax. “Help me, Negan,” she calls out breathlessly.

His eyes snap to her instantly as he takes in the image of her spread out before him. At this instant, he’s glad he went first. He isn’t sure if he would have been able to hold himself back from pounding in to her if he was still hard. And with his lust sated at the moment, he’s able to think the situation over a little more clearly.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Can I touch you?” He should’ve asked this question earlier, but at least he’s doing it now.

“Yes!” she calls out in frustration as she continues to move her fingers like she’s seen women do on the internet. It’s just that she isn’t getting the desired effect.

Negan runs his hands up her legs, trying to commit the feel of her skin to memory. When he gets to the apex of her thighs, he puts his hand over hers to guide her her fingers where he thinks they should go. By gliding over her folds slowly and watching her face intently to see what gets a reaction and what doesn’t, he starts to build her up.

“Keep doing that,” he instructs in a deep voice and lifts his hand away from her own. Even though he wants to be the one to make her cum, he knows that she needs to be familiar with her own body first.

She takes his instruction and soon finds the right pace on her own, swirling her fingers over her clit. She can’t help the moans now coming out of her mouth as she arches her back and thrusts her hips into her hand.

Negan can’t get enough of the sight before him. His eyes alternate between watching her wet pussy to staring at the way her breasts bounce with the movement of her arm.

“You look so fuckin’ good like this.” He continues to move his hands all over her, up her legs to squeeze her hips, then back down her inner thighs, repeating the action over and over. Then he ventures further north, lightly squeezing her breasts and brushing his fingers over her nipples.

“Oh, god!” she calls out as the pressure builds more and more.

“You’re gonna cum,” Negan says almost in astonishment. His eyes scan every bit of her. Her furrowed brow and parted lips. Her arched back and bucking hips. He’s suddenly painfully hard again and can’t stop himself from furiously stroking himself, trying to reach his end again.

“Ah!” She continues to swirl her fingers just right. “Oh!” Her breaths come heavier until she almost stops breathing. She ceases to move as tension builds in all of her muscles. Then it snaps sending pleasure through her in waves as a long moan escapes her lips.

As she writhes and moans through her orgasm, he spills onto her again.

“Fuck,” he groans then moves to lay down beside her. “Fuck, baby girl,” he says breathlessly.

“Mmhmm,” is all she manages to say as she tries to catch her own breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” she answers with a smile. “That was... wow.”

He chuckles. “You enjoyed yourself?”

“Definitely. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I think that’s pretty fuckin’ evident.” He runs a finger over the mess he made on her torso. “Let me clean you up.” He jumps off the bed and retrieves a wet washcloth from the bathroom. As he gently wipes her skin, he can’t help but look her over in adoration. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers almost to himself.

She hears his words and looks up at him. He’s not saying it out of lust and that throws her for a loop.

“No one’s ever said that to me,” she responds quietly. “Except my mom,” she adds with a giggle.

He tosses the washcloth aside and leans down to kiss her sweetly. “Well, I’m saying it now.”

She smiles up at him as she smooths her hand over his cheek. “I think you’re beautiful, too. But I’m sure you’ve heard that a million times.”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “No one’s ever called me beautiful before.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“I’ve been called a lotta things, beautiful ain’t one of them.” He kisses her again. “But I kinda like it.”

A couple days later, Chuck has to go back into the office for her monthly meeting. It’s going to be her first time there since the whole Eldritch situation. She really doesn’t want to see him, but she’s hoping that being with a bunch of people will mean that he won’t do anything.

Negan tried to get her to stay home, but she really couldn’t. She agreed to keep in touch with Negan during the day, just to allay his fears.

Chuck walks into the meeting room and waits for Eldritch to enter. When he does, she keeps her head down, not lifting her gaze to him once during the whole time he speaks. He, of course, notices, but can’t do anything about it while they’re in the meeting.

After the meeting, Chuck rushes to a work station to get started. She only has a few hours to kill before she can leave, so she hopes she can avoid Eldritch until then.

She sends Negan a text. Meeting went ok. I’m at a computer now starting to work.

He didn’t talk to you he responds.

His iPhone is doing a better job at autocorrecting than his last one. At least a little bit. Despite the lack of punctuation, she figures what he said is a question. No. I’m hoping to avoid him now.

What floor are you on. I’ll John McClain it in and rescue you

She laughs out loud softly. Like crawl through the ducts?

Yep

I’m not sure if this building has man sized vents.

I’ll make it work

She puts her phone down and starts typing on her computer, completely unaware of the eyes on her.

As Eldritch walks toward Chuck with his memorized speech playing around in his head, he sees her looking at her phone. And then she giggles. It sends a wave of rage through him because he figures she’s talking to Negan. Negan is making her laugh. Negan is making her smile. Negan has a blush going across her cheeks. He hates it. It should be him .

Before he can reach her, someone intercepts him, requesting his presence on the other side of the building. Reluctantly, he abandons his plan to talk to Chuck to do his job, figuring he’d catch her later. But he doesn’t get the chance. He’s delayed in getting back and when he does, she’s gone.

“Thanks for coming,” Chuck comments from the passenger’s seat of Negan’s car. They’re headed to Diane’s to celebrate Chuck’s birthday.

“Of course,” Negan responds. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“My mom always has to celebrate birthdays. She makes a big deal about it. I never cared that much.”

“I used to party fuckin’ hard on my birthday. But then I got fuckin’ old.”

She giggles. “When is your birthday?”

“April 7.”

“I didn’t miss it then.”

They pull up and head into the house. Negan greets both Diane and Aaron, then they eat dinner in the dining room. After that, they head into the living room where Chuck sits down at the piano. Aaron and Diane both grab their guitars and they start to sing. This is a little family tradition for holidays and birthdays. Songs would always be sung between dinner and dessert.

Negan just sits back watching the trio. They’re all very good, their voices harmonizing together perfectly. He has to admit that there’s something sexy about how Chuck’s fingers glide over the keys and they way her face looks as she sings.

“You have any requests, Negan?” Diane asks.

“Whatever you’re playing is fine by me.”

Aaron looks to Negan. “Do you play?”

“Nah.” Negan scratches at his cheek. “Learned maybe a couple of chords on the guitar in college. That’s the extent of my musical fuckin’ ability.”

“You could sing,” Chuck offers.

He chuckles. “I’d only ruin it.”

“We could use a deeper voice here,” Diane comments.

“Let me practice a little bit and I’ll get back to you,” Negan jokes.

Diane nods at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Shouldn’t we be doing presents anyway?” Negan changes the subject.

“Alright,” Diane concedes.

Before they get to that, Aaron turns to Chuck. “Could I ask you a favor?”

“Yeah, sure,” Chuck responds.

“I decided to take a trip to some of Eric’s favorite places and write an article about it as a memorial to him. But since I got this all ready last minute, our usual dog sitter isn’t available. Will you be able to watch Mozart for a week?”

“Yeah. I can do that. I love hanging out with your puppy. When is it?”

“Beginning of November.”

“Of course I’ll do it, Uncle Aaron.”

Chuck takes her seat on the couch between Negan and Aaron. Diane sits on an arm chair beside them with two presents sitting on the coffee table.

“I’ll do the big one first,” Chuck comments and picks up the box.

“That’s from me,” Diane comments.

Chuck rips the paper off and opens the box, pulling out a violin after. “You got me a violin?” Chuck asks with a smile.

Diane smiles back. “I know you never played one, so I thought you could teach yourself. There’s a book in the box, too, to help you out. It’s not exactly a Stradivarius, but it’ll be good to learn on.”

“Wow! Thanks, Mom. I love it! Negan might not when he hears me trying to learn on it,” Chuck jokes.

“I bet you have that shit mastered in no time,” Negan responds.

Chuck moves to the next box and opens it. It contains five T-shirts, all nerdy in subject.

“I hope those fit you,” Aaron comments. “I got you the same size as last year without thinking about how you’ve changed. I kept the receipts if they don’t.”

“I bet it’ll be fine. T-shirts are stretchy. Thanks, Uncle Aaron. I can always use more geeky shirts.”

Negan clears his throat and reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, producing a black jewelry box. “I’m shit at wrapping so I didn’t wrap it.”

“Oh.” Chuck is a little shocked that he actually got her a gift. “It’s okay that it’s not wrapped.” She takes the box from him and opens the lid. Sitting on the fancy cushion is a silver bangle with engraved writing in it. “Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars,” she reads aloud then looks up at Negan.

“I saw that line highlighted in your Lord of the Rings book,” Negan explains. “I know a jeweler and asked him to put it on a bracelet for you.”

Chuck looks down at it, running her finger over the delicate script as her eyes well up with tears. “That was my dad’s favorite line. He’s the one that highlighted it.” She looks back up at Negan and instantly throws her arms around him in a hug. “I love it,” she whispers in his ear.

He brings her in tighter. “Happy birthday, baby girl,” he whispers back.

“Who’s ready for cake?” Diane interrupts their moment intentionally. Just because she’s okay with her daughter and Negan being together, doesn’t mean that she wants to see it.

After the party as Chuck and Negan drive home, she can’t help but stare at the bracelet on her wrist. She had never been very into jewelry, but this is so perfect. She never thought that Negan could be so thoughtful.

Negan sneaks glances at her and notices that she keeps looking at the present he had given her. It fills him with pride knowing that he knocked this first gift out of the park. Chuckling a little at himself, he gently grabs ahold of her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly.

She looks over to him, wondering how she got to this point. When she first saw Negan, she thought he was the most handsome man that ever existed. Then after living next to him for a little bit, she actually disliked him, thinking that there was nothing more to him than a cocky, womanizing alpha that only cared about himself.

But here he is, spending the day with her. He had thought up the most perfect gift and had someone make it for her. He’s been so patient and caring about her, more so than she would’ve thought anyone would be with her. It brings a smile to her face and she comes to a decision.

I’m gonna have sex with Negan tonight.

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years ago

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Hamilton Omegaverse AU 1

John smiled widely as he looked around, taking in every detail of his new office. To be honest, he never thought he'd pull it off, but here he was! An omega with a full time job as a newspaper artist. His job was mainly focused on cartoons, of course, but he knew that he'd get to do a few pieces to go with certain articles, if the journalists themselves asked for him to do so.

But enough wasting time, he had to set himself up! He spread out his ongoing works across his desk and put up a cork board that he used to organize his ideas, making the office his own. As he sat and got ready to begin working, he caught a sharp, inky scent in the air, instinctively whipping his head up to look at the alpha that walked into the room.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. You have a strong sense of smell."

Right, of course everyone would expect him to have a weaker sense of smell...

"Anyways, I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Alexander and I'm a journalist here. I was surprised that they actually let an omega on board here, not that I have anything against omegas, but I know it can be hard for you guys out in the work world."

John knew he wasn't trying to be offensive.... But he was failing very badly at that. "I mean... Most omegas these days can be okay with suppressants. It's not our fault that the world still thinks we should just be housewives."

"Right.. Sorry.. Um... I've never been around an omega like this, if that wasn't obvious."

"No, it was."

"Anyways.. I just wanted to say hi. Is there any tips you can give me on not insulting you in the future?.."

"Yeah, I may be an omega, but I'm not all that different from you. I'm an adult, not a child."

He nodded and left.

John didn't mean to be so harsh, but he didn't get a full time job as an omega by being sweet to the core as he was expected to be, though he was sure he did benefit from his manners being better than those of an alpha. He shrugged it off. If that guy let his ego be torn down just because he was called out by an omega, that wasn't his problem. He just got to work.

When everyone was taking their lunch break, John had planned to stay and eat in his office, not wanting much to interact with the alphas in the office, but that idea was interrupted by someone coming into his office before he could tell them off, the same alpha from earlier.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see and I didn't ask to come in, but I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier and show you that I'm not just some idiot alpha, like you probably think I am.."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to barge into here like that?"

"Kind of.. I knew you wouldn't let me in if I hadn't done this. I wanted to give you a peace offering." He slid a plastic plate onto his desk with a piece of cake in it over to him. "The office is having a party for one of the other guys and I didn't think you'd want to join, so I brought you some cake from it."

John was surprised by how genuine the gesture felt. He thought for a second before taking the cake and eating it, accepting the peace offering. "This is good cake.. Thank you. And I forgive you. Besides, I didn't mean to be so snappy, I'm just trying to make sure you guys know I'm not some alpha that's helpless. This isn't tv or something." He shrugged and took another bite.

"I know.. Again, I don't really interact with omegas that often and I think it's unfair that almost all omegas in media are shown to be as weak as they are and alphas are just people. I just wasn't sure how to approach you.."

"Just like a person. I'm just a person who's built a little different and has a sweeter scent." He shrugged. "And if any of your alpha buddies want to try and come talk down to me because of it, I have been given permission to hurt them in self defense."

"That's fair. There might be a few creeps that do that, but there are also some guys that are cool, probably cooler than me, and know how to speak to an omega."

"I wouldn't mind meeting them at some point. Preferably without you just barging in."

"Yeah, again, I'm sorry about that.. I just wanted to apologize."

"I accept your apology." He smiled and took another bite of his cake.

Alexander smiled. "Also.. You're really cool.. Would you like to go out sometime?"

John hardly had to think over the offer before shaking his head. "Sorry... It's already being an omega in the workplace, especially so quickly out of school. An office romance would only complicate things. You seem like a cool guy, though."

"Right.. It's fine." He smiled, quickly getting over the rejection. "So, do you want to come get drinks with me and my friends after work?"

"Can't. I'm 19. Besides, I don't really feel comfortable going into bars with a bunch of alphas, not you in particular or anything."

"Oh... You meant fresh out of high school. You must be really talented."

"Thanks." He smiled. "We can hang out at my place or something. I know self defense, so I'm not afraid, as long as I stay sober."

"None of my friends would attack you. I'd never be friends with someone who'd force an omega or anyone to do anything in bed."

"It's not that I don't believe you or trust them, it's just to be sure. Look at the world we're in. I can't be too careful."

Alexander knew exactly what he meant... Their president believed that all omegas should stay at home, breeding and making the future generations in a country that was already overpopulated. He thought omegas were there to please alphas and make babies, that they were just objects and it was disgusting. "I know what you mean.. I'll talk to them, maybe they'll be interested in hanging out."

"Cool. Tell me what they say." He smiled and looked back down at his work, getting back to it and leaving his lunch and desert to the side.

Alexander took the cue and got up, leaving and going back to his own office, finishing his work for the day.

Once the day was over, he went to his friends and to the bar, catching sight of John leaving the building as from the parking garage. Did this kid have a car? .. Nope. He went straight out of the garage and waited by the curb for his ride. He turned his eyes away and got in his friend's car, going out to the bar with them.

Luckily, his friend Lafayette was there to make sure that they didn't regret it the next morning at work, especially since they were having a meeting.

John walked in a minute or so before, having gotten the email last minute, and ignored all of the stares from the alphas that picked up his scent, turning to their boss.

Mr Washington, who was at the head of the table, stood up to begin. "Okay. As most of you know, we're here to discuss our weekly interview topic."

Alexander smiled proudly. Every week, they received different submissions for important figures in the area that should get interviewed over their success and it was his week, which only came twice a year.

"Alexander, I see that you're already well aware that this is your week. We've decided that this week's interview should be with someone whose been getting recommended for months and I've decided to save this one for you."

"Yes! Who is it? Bernie Sanders? Michelle Obama?"

"Nope. A bit more local. Maybe you're familiar with his work. He runs a blog online, helping people become successful even though, as you've said, 'he hasn't worked a day in his life'."

Alexander's smile disappeared. "Nope! Not happening! There's no way I'm going anywhere near him! He thinks he's so high and mighty because he knows how to get a job that he doesn't need!"

John furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you mean Thomas Jefferson?.. From Invest for Success?.."

"That privileged, self-obsessed, high and mighty-"

"Yes, John, him. I assume you're familiar with his work?"

"Yeah, my friends used to read it and think it was crap, but I thought it wasn't all that bad. He knew what he was talking about and it's really helpful for college students, since the school system failed at helping us in that area."

George nodded. "Right. And it seems that a lot of people feel like he's helped them, as he's been highly recommended for the past few months."

"I'm not doing this. I'm not going near him. John knows about him, John can do it!"

"Wait, I'm just a cartoonist! I don't know the first thing about this kind of stuff.."

"It's easy. You just read the questions and write his answers. Lafayette can handle the editing."

George raised his hand, cutting him off. "That's enough, Alexander. John, would you mind?.. I know it's not your job, but we can discuss this at a later date. It would be due next Friday."

"I don't know.. I guess we can talk about it."

"Thank you. And, if you find that you don't want to take this job, Alexander will do it."

"Sounds like a plan." John nodded.

"Good. You're all dismissed. Come to my office, John."

He got up and followed him to his office, a familiar sight from his job interview a few weeks prior and his short orientation the day before.

"So, you can look through all of the old interviews and figure out what kind of questions you want to ask, then I can get one of the other journalists to help you edit it together. And, of course, since this isn't really your job, I'll provide a bonus."

John thought over the offer for a few seconds before nodding. "Yeah.. I think I could do that. Just give me the address and time."

George smiled. "I'll send you that and all of our previous interviews as soon as I can. You can go ahead and go back to your office."

John nodded and smiled, getting up and going back to his office. A few hours later, he received an email with every interview and everything he'd need to conduct his own, taking a deep breath before looking through them all. He mainly skimmed through them, more interested in the questions asked than their answers, and went through the actual blog that brought Jefferson there before writing down his choice of questions and sending them to Washington for approval, which he received soon after.

He smiled and began emailing Jefferson himself about the interview.

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intrepidolivia · 7 years ago

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Tarot: 3--The Empress

Pairing: NeganXOlivia (OC)

Warnings: cursing, implications of abuse, discussion of injuries

Summary: A/B/O AU. Sherry gets Olivia settled in, she meets Frankie, and has dinner with Negan.

A/N: Been a little slow writing of late, but I’m already working on the next chapter!

The Empress is traditionally associated with maternal influence, it is the card if you are hoping to start a family. She can represent the creation of life, romance, art, or new business.

Sherry led Olivia through the lounge to a hallway lined with doors. Most of them were closed, though a couple stood cracked open, allowing her to see into fairly well appointed bedrooms. Sherry pointed to one of the closed doors.

“This one’s me,” she told her, and opened the next door. “And this will be you.”

The room was plain, which didn’t surprise her. It had been unoccupied for some time, after all. There was a dresser, a small table serving as a desk, and a double bed with cobbled-together bedclothes. It was better than anything she’d had since the world ended.

“Thank you,” she said, looking up at Sherry.

Sherry chuckled, ruffling her hair. “It’s not much, but once you start earning points you’ll be able to fix it up a little. I can help with that if you promise not to tell Negan,” she winked.

Olivia grinned a bit. “Won’t say a word,” she promised, taking a tentative step inside the room. There was no lock on the door, she noticed, but it still felt safer than most places she’d been. The windows were set high in the wall, too small for someone to climb into. She could barricade the door if need be. She shook herself. She was safe here. She didn’t need to think that way.

“We’ll go ahead and get you some fresh clothes, and a shower. I’m sure you’re dying for both,” Sherry said, leaning on the doorframe.

She nodded eagerly. “I am. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.” She was also desperate to lessen her scent. Any Alpha close to her would know what she was, but a proper shower, with soap and maybe even perfume, would make it a little less obvious. She hesitated, glancing at Sherry’s outfit. “Do I… have to wear a dress and heels?”

Sherry laughed, shaking her head. “This is just for wives,” she said. “So, advantage or drawback depending on your point of view.”

“I’ve never been much on heels,” Olivia confessed. “I can’t move in them very well.” She wondered, perhaps uncharitably, if that was why Negan liked his wives in them.

“No one can,” Sherry smirked. “Honestly half the time I just have on slippers and save these stupid things for public purposes. But I’ll grab you a few changes of clothes, and some shoes. What’s Negan going to put you to work doing? Did he say?”

Olivia nodded. “I used to be a nurse. So he’s going to have me working in the infirmary. Starting tomorrow I guess.”

Sherry raised an eyebrow. “Huh, that should pay a lot of points. So you should be pretty good as far as the essentials.”

“Hopefully. I’ll be out for a week every month,” she sighed. “Without suppressants it’s hard to get out of bed, much less to try to work. Not to mention being around other people.”

“Well, Negan’s sure not going to let you go roaming around if you’re in heat,” Sherry agreed, sympathetically.

Olivia frowned a bit. “I’m pretty sure he thinks he’s going to mate me.” He would be a safe choice in some ways. He was dangerous, but he was strong. More than equal to the task of keeping her safe, considering what he’d built with Sanctuary. Still, the thought frightened her.

“Probably so,” Sherry said. “But he’s under the impression he’s irresistible. My advice? Even if you decide to say yes to him, make him work for it some.” She gave Olivia a sharp-toothed grin. “He doesn’t force anyone to be his wife, but there are undeniable benefits all of us take advantage of for one reason or another. And Alpha and Beta females aren’t in terribly short supply. You, little Omega, are unique. Don’t let him forget that.”

“I don’t know if I want to say yes,” she admitted. “He scares me.”

Sherry nodded. “He should. He’s dangerous. But if you’re his, he’ll put that toward making sure you’re safe. And he’s good to us.”

“As long as you obey him?” Olivia let a little sourness creep into her voice.

“Well,” Sherry sighed. “I won’t deny that he likes being in charge. He likes people to be afraid of him, he likes people to obey him, and yes, he likes having a harem of wives. But,” she tapped the tip of Olivia’s nose with a long, elegant finger. “He’s good to us. And he’s not usually very hard on his wives.”

She thought about responding to the ‘very hard’ part, but chose not to. Sherry was being kind to her, and she didn’t want to seem ungrateful. Even so she couldn’t help but muse that even a gilded cage was still a prison. Then again, what alternative was there?

“Hey,” Sherry’s voice cut into her thoughts. Olivia looked up, and the other woman smiled. “Cheer up, sweetie. You’re going to be fine, I promise.”

Olivia nodded, giving her a small smile. “Thanks,” she said softly.

“Now, I’m going to get you some fresh clothes, and we’ll find you some things for a nice bath. That’s generally warmer than a shower around here.” She winked. “You say yes to Negan and sometimes he lets you use his bathroom. He usually has hot water.”

Of course he did. Rather than say anything, Olivia just nodded again.

Sherry ruffled her hair. “Sit tight. I’ll be back in a few.”

Olivia sat down on the bed once Sherry had gone, not sure what else to do. Any belongings she had were left back with her old community, so there was nothing to put away. Nothing to rearrange. Biting her lip, she pulled her knees to her chest, feeling alone.

It was better than being with Kevin, she reminded herself. At least Negan gave her a little bit of choice. And, if she were to believe him, safety. When Kevin found out she was an Omega, it was almost as though dollar signs lit up in his eyes. She’d ceased to be a person, and had become a bargaining chip. Chattel. She wasn’t sure if it was better than him claiming her or not. In her situation it seemed likely that in the end Negan would end up knotting and mating her. Sherry had been reassuring, so maybe--just maybe-- he wouldn’t be cruel. But she’d had more than enough of Alphas who wanted more than she was willing to give. It seemed almost inevitable that most of them wound up violent.

She might have ended up brooding until Sherry returned, if there hadn’t been a knock on her door. She approached cautiously, afraid it was going to be Amber back to torment her. Instead, it was the woman Negan had introduced as Frankie.

The other redhead smiled. “Hi,” she said.

“H-hello?” Olivia still felt more than a little nervous. She didn’t want to alienate her suite-mates (other than Amber), but she didn’t know what the other woman could want.

Frankie seemed fairly relaxed, however. Her smile only widened, crinkling her nose. “Hey, sorry if you want to be alone,” she said. “I just wanted to say a proper hello. Sherry kinda tucked you under her wing and ran off with you.” She giggled softly. “She does that.” Frankie put out a hand. “I’m Frankie. The other ginger,” she said drily.

Her charm was disarming, and Olivia smiled, taking her hand. “Olivia. The Omega. Since that seems to be my claim to fame.”

Frankie nodded, almost eagerly. “Yeah. So I heard from Amber’s bitching.” She leaned against the doorjamb. “So, sorry about that. Amber…” She shook her head. “She’s kinda a trainwreck. The whole apocalypse thing fucked her up. Try not to pay her any mind.”

Olivia shrugged. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good call,” the other redhead chuckled. “Anyhow, look, I did want to let you know I used to be a massage therapist. And we took classes on Omegas in heat. So if you need some help once that rolls around, and you’re not a new wife…” she trailed off, glancing over with narrowed eyes.

Olivia frowned slightly. The offer was a good one. Perhaps a little too good, now that the world had ended. No one did things as favors anymore. She hesitated. “In exchange for what?” she asked, cautiously.

“Nothing much,” Frankie said earnestly. “I didn’t really mean it like a Godfather favor or anything.” Her cheeks turned pink as she looked down. “Just, you know. More an open-ended thing. Like watching each other’s backs and helping each other out if we need it.”

“I can’t tell if you’re flirting with me or trying to ask for an alibi,” Olivia said after a moment.

Frankie laughed. “You’re so suspicious. I’m just trying to be friendly. We’re all in here together so helping each other out is for the best, you know?”

Olivia relaxed a little, chuckling. “Yeah… sorry. It’s been rough for a while. It’s hard to trust anyone. Even a Beta female.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Frankie said softly. “You’re lucky you made it this long without something awful happening.”

She couldn’t quite meet the other woman’s eyes. “Plenty awful happened,” she said. “But I didn’t get killed or forced into mating. So there’s that.”

Frankie nodded. “That’s good, hon,” she said gently. “And you’re safe now. Nobody’s going to cross Negan. Even if you aren’t a wife.”

“That’s what I keep hearing,” she replied, sighing.

“God, you too?” Amber’s sneering voice made Frankie turn. The blonde was standing in the hallway, arms crossed. She wrinkled her nose. “She’s short and weak and she stinks,” she continued. “And she’s only here because Negan wants to knot her.”

This time there was no Alpha to hold her back. Olivia growled. “You spend weeks in the woods and see how nice you smell,” she shot back. “And keep running your mouth and we’ll see who’s weak.” She chose to ignore the last part of Amber’s commentary. That, at least, she was pretty sure was right.

“Amber, having someone new here doesn’t mean there’s going to be less goodies for you,” Frankie cut in, her voice reasonable. “Olivia’s going to be working, so she’s not going to be taking anything meant for you anyway.” She arched an eyebrow. “And I don’t see why you’re acting so jealous. It’s not like you care if Negan sleeps with you or not.”

Amber sniffed, turning her nose up. “I don’t care if he’s panting after some Omega bitch. I just don’t think she should be here smelling up the place and getting a free ride. She ought to be out there with the rest of the workers if she thinks she’s too good to be a wife.”

Olivia’s nails bit into her palms. “I don’t think I’m ‘too good’,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Frankie laid a hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s different for Omegas than us Betas, you know that… It’s not something she can take back later…”

“So? Why’s she got to be here while she’s mulling it over?” Amber sneered.

“Because Negan said so.” Sherry’s voice cut through whatever Amber would have said next. She strode up the hall, a cloth tote slung over one shoulder, her expression hard. “That’s all you need to know, Amber. If you don’t like it, I’m sure you could take it up with him.”

Amber flinched at the suggestion. She cast a dirty look at Olivia, and tossed her hair. “Whatever,” she growled, stalking off to another room and slamming the door behind her.

Sherry sighed, rolling her eyes. “That woman has a real attitude problem,” she said. She smiled at Frankie. “Hope everyone else was getting along.”

Frankie grinned. “Yeah, so far so good,” she said, and patted Olivia’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you with the mother hen, but I’ll see you around later,” she said.

Olivia couldn’t help but chuckle, waving at Frankie headed back to the lounge.

Sherry passed her the bag. “I found you some clothes, and some soap and shampoo. Go ahead and get washed up, dinner should be here before too long.”

The bathroom Sherry showed her to was fairly spacious, and already stocked with towels. As she’d been warned, the water was on the tepid side, but she didn’t much care. It was the first time she’d had warm water and soap in so long she’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Olivia scrubbed every inch of her skin, washed her hair, and luxuriated in the feeling of being clean. She felt much less self-conscious once she had washed up and put on fresh clothes. She thought most of what she had on was probably a loss, discolored by ground-in dirt and sweat and even blood. Even so, she bundled them together in the hopes that she might get them washed.

In the mirror she examined herself, frowning at her visible ribs and spine, and jutting hip bones. She might not have lasted long if she hadn’t wound up with a group. Still, the bruising across her back, ugly blue and purple stripes, reminded her she might not have lasted long with one either. Negan at least seemed like he’d be… well, perhaps not kind, but so far not abusive. And he’d been right; Sherry seemed like she would be in Olivia’s corner.

She chose a pair of soft drawstring pants and a tee shirt with a cartoon cat on it. The clothes were comfortable, if a bit large on her. Soon she was dressed and feeling better than she had in months. Her belly growled, and she remembered that Negan had promised food. Quickly stashing her new clothes in her new room, she headed down the hall.

Olivia could hear him before she got to the lounge. The baritone laugh carried down the hallway, along with the scent of something delicious. Despite her hunger, she approached cautiously, peering into the room from the doorway before she let her presence be known.

Negan sat on the couch, one arm thrown around Frankie’s shoulders. He’d left his leather jacket behind, still wearing that white tee that clung so enticingly to his chest. Lucille, the barbed-wire wrapped weapon, leaned against the wall next to the door. Even with his wives, he apparently didn’t go unarmed.

The other wives sat in chairs or at the bar with plates of food. Olivia’s jaw almost dropped as she finally recognized the smell of tomato sauce and realized Negan had brought honest-to-god spaghetti.

Negan paused, a beer bottle halfway to his lips, and his nostrils flared. He turned his head, dark eyes catching her, and grinned widely. “Well, hey there. No need to be shy, sweet thing. Come eat. You must be hungry.” He indicated the empty spot on the couch beside him. “I saved you a seat.”

She might have balked at his presumption, but she was hungry. She padded in, avoiding looking at Amber. Negan leaned down, opening the containers on the coffee table, and portioning a small serving of pasta and sauce onto a plate.

“I know you probably ain’t been fucking fed right for a while,” he said as she sank to the couch beside him. He handed her the plate and a fork with a smile. “So start with that. If you’re still hungry we can try a little more, but don’t eat yourself sick.”

She nodded, almost nervous that she would drop the plate. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Negan’s grin was toothy. “You’re welcome,” he paused, dark eyes dropping to her shirt, “Kitten,” he said, his voice a low and almost sensual rumble. He chuckled as her cheeks grew warm.

Olivia ducked her head and concentrated on her food so that she wouldn’t have to look at the large Alpha next to her. It took an effort to keep from wolfing her food down. After subsisting on canned food and foraging for so long, pasta that had actually been boiled, and sauce that was cooked tasted like heaven.

Sherry chuckled softly. “As I was saying, Negan, Olivia is settling in fine. I think you should let her rest a day or two before you put her to work, though.”

Olivia looked up, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. “N-no, I’ll be fine,” she protested. “I have to start earning points.”

Negan laughed again. “Well, you were right, Sherry, I owe you a beer,” he said. He looked over at Olivia with a smirk. “She said you’d say that. Don’t worry so much, Kitten. You can afford to coast a day or two.”

He gave her a teasing swat on the back. It wasn’t hard, by any means, nor was it malicious. It wouldn’t have hurt if she wasn’t covered in bruises.

Olivia flinched, as much in fear as pain, hunching her shoulders and yelping. She managed not to spill her plate, and managed to keep her seat. Negan froze, eyes widening in surprise. Then they narrowed, a dark fire behind them.

Sherry sat forward, putting her plate down. “Livvy, you okay?” she asked quickly.

Olivia made herself straighten up, forced a smile. She avoided looking at Negan directly. “Y-yeah. I’m okay. Sorry. Just a little sore.”

Negan’s mood never quite made it back to relaxed and jovial the rest of the meal. He smiled at their conversations, chuckled at Sherry’s jokes, pulled Frankie to his side teasingly. But something clearly stuck in his craw.

Olivia was afraid it was her. Negan didn’t try to touch her again, and when she emptied her first plate he was quite solicitous about being certain she got enough. He included her in the conversation, never probing too deeply, not mentioning her earlier reaction. Even so, she could feel the weight of his gaze on her.

Despite her worries, the time passed quickly, and soon enough she was yawning. Sherry chuckled.

“Come on, Liv. Let’s get you to bed,” she said.

Negan waved for her to stay. “I got it,” he said. He stood, holding a hand out to Olivia. “Come on, Kitten. I’ll tuck you in.”

She wanted to object. She knew the way back to her room, and she certainly didn’t need him to tuck anything in. But the heaviness of his dark eyes told her that he wasn’t asking. Swallowing, she took his hand and let him walk her down the hall.

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