#prompt: alpha of the dead

[greekgeek24]

Here’s my second piece for @intotheomegaverse’s Halloween Prompts List. I chose Alpha of the Dead because Warm Bodies is one of my favorite movies. And then my dear friend @ravenclawwitch18 decided that I should do Starker.

[tame-the-lion-writes]

Darkfic idea: omegaverse serial killer alpha Konig who gets rid of omegas because their scent usually drives him mad

At least until he finds sweet little you, the only one whose scent appeases him

Anyway gnight this is past midnight thoughts with tamethelion

[specialgradefckr]

Heatwave: Day 1

tw: explicit content, 5k+ words, reader/sukuna. female!reader, beta!reader, alpha!sukuna, true form!sukuna. oral (male/female receiving), PIV, size difference, sukuna has a knot, sukuna is lowkey a masochist, some anal (not the reader's ass).

Prompt: Betas serving as royal sex concubines without fear of pregnancy.

It wasn’t as bad as one might expect, being Ryomen Sukuna’s concubine.

Oh, he was terrifying, certainly. Death wasn’t uncommon in the household, though rarer than some might think.

Sukuna traveled often, sampling both the lands and the people within them, returning to the estate only when it pleased him to do so.

Everyone in the estate knew their master’s expectations and the consequences for not meeting them. Only the rare missteps resulted in punishments, though they were indeed brutal.

On some occasion, the lord’s aide would bring half-dead curses - or corpses of enemy sorcerers - to a separate building on the estate for some strange and nefarious purpose.

It made no difference to you. The estate was clean and well-maintained, the servants attentive, and the stocks never ran low.

You were living the perfect life.

No one denied you anything. You could summon merchants, make the odd trip into town, and entertain yourself however you wished, provided you fulfilled your responsibilities as a concubine.

You were a nobody before you came to the estate.

You’re still a nobody, but everyone here is a nobody in Ryomen Sukuna’s eyes.

Your lifespans are determined by how useful you were to him at any given moment.

And he had an unexpected use for a common whore like you.

It was probably more surprising that you were a beta, and not an omega – infinitely more desirable for an alpha like the lord, one would assume.

You’d never presumed to pry before, but it’s easy to speculate, after having known him long enough.

He’s a powerful man, utterly indifferent to societal standards or norms. His desire and satisfaction were above all other things, just as he was above everyone weaker than him. And everyone was weaker than him.

It was hard to imagine him at the mercy of an omega’s potent pheromones, longing for the comfort of his partner’s nest, pining for the love of his mate, or driven madly to lust by the scent of a rut.

Or perhaps he indulged plenty, but so much fervor could only end in bloodlust on his part. Any omega summoned to his chambers to serve his pleasure never returned.

You do fare luckier in that respect. He may not have been gentle lover, but as long as you’d served him he’d left you with no more than bruises and bite marks.

And he could hurt you, destroy you, utterly disfigure you in permanent and terrifying ways… with just a casual glancing blow.

Sukuna is present on this night, though, and it appears he’s summoned you.

His aide, Uruame, is far closer to him than any of his concubines, and by now you know the sound of their footsteps slowing as they near your door.

They smile at you as you open the door for them, bowing before your eyes meet theirs.

Uruame is not fond of any of their lord’s concubines, as a rule. Being a beta themselves, it’s unlikely they understand Sukuna’s needs as an alpha any better than you do.

But what they can understand is that you respect their lord immensely. A sorcerer yourself, you know enough to appreciate the scale of his power, and you had never made any secret of your admiration.

Unlike many other concubines brought in, you had very little arrogance to show for your beauty and bedroom skills. Uruame probably does appreciate that.

You’re a beta from a brothel, so you have no delusions of self-importance, but Sukuna, and by extension Uruame, couldn’t care less where you came from.

You know their purpose as soon as they arrive; they don’t need to engage in any inane conversation or instructions.

As soon as Sukuna had returned, you’d readied and dressed yourself in case he were to summon you. It happens more often than not whenever he’s back at the estate.

You suspect you’re the only one he summons during his rut.

His omega concubines are… single-use. Your fellow betas are few in number, and he’s no more forgiving with his concubines than he is his other servants.

You follow Uraume to his room. You can’t tell if he’s in a rut or not, but your suspicion is confirmed as Uruame gives a short nod, then strides off.

Sukuna doesn’t like being seen during his rut. Many have learned the hard way.

“Well? What are you waiting for, an invitation?” His voice is as gruff as ever. Low, heady, a delicious groan that sends shivers down your form.

He didn’t ask to be answered, of course. The only appropriate response to Sukuna’s question is action.

Quickly you slide the door open and shut it behind yourself as you fall into a low bow. You don’t meet his eyes without permission.

“Get up.” Your cue to sit up, to not bother with any further formalities. His rut must be well underway. “Come over already.”

You don’t waste any more time. He sounds impatient, and he probably is, but any less deference could see your head separated from your body. It’s especially important not to touch him first, to let him touch you.

Sukuna loathes being touched without permission.

It’s not something you have to worry about, though. As soon as you’re within reach, one of his hands bears down onto your shoulder; to him, it’s as good as an explicit instruction.

You never subject Sukuna to the indignity of having to voice his desires.

Perhaps that’s why he likes you so – there’s a flash of something pure alpha, an intense delight in his eyes as you kneel and attend to him in prefect obedience and submission.

Falling to your knees at his feet, wasting not even a second, you work to free his painful erection from the confines of his clothes.

Practiced hands accomplish it easily, and you’re rewarded with a large hand that strokes through your hair, brushing it back out of your face and holding it there.

His erection springs forward, as impatient as he is. His knot is already swollen up.

It’s red and flushed, pink to match his hair, heavy and thick like all the rest of his limbs.

Even an omega would blanch at taking such a monster. You are well-trained.

It’s enough just to lick at it, some cursory strokes to wet the shaft with his precum, to touch your lips to his heated flesh. Searing, really.

Wide, open-mouthed kisses dragged along him until his cock is coated well enough with spit and his own pre.

Without any further hesitation you open your mouth wide and take him all the way down to the knot, lips thinning where his cock swells and throbs.

The head is already lodged in your throat, and you swallow as you take it down, pressing your lips in. A moan tells you he’s already growing sensitive.

It wouldn’t feel very good for him to knot in your throat – he’s never bothered with it before – but there’s always a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

Sukuna doesn’t want to knot your throat, but it pleases him to think that he could. That you are willing and ready to take it, if he wished.

“Good little beta." The mouth on his abdomen seems to grin at you, wide and dripping saliva.

A fire ignites in your belly at the praise, face heating up, your own mouth opening wide.

No matter what you are, Sukuna is an alpha through and through, and the desire to please surges as his hand presses you forward.

As a concubine or a common harlot, you’d always been good at your job.

Sorcery had delivered you from the streets and into Sukuna’s estate, and diligence, determination, had kept you alive throughout it all.

Others died around you. Weak. You would do whatever it took to survive, however ugly it may be.

Taking cock down your throat isn’t even close to the most degrading thing you’ve done, and at least there’s only one man now for you to serve.

He’s not even a bad lay. Either a suppressed instinct to please his mate as an alpha or some fortuitous chemistry has always ensured he brings you to release whenever you fuck.

The unmarred half of his face is undeniably handsome, and after all you’d seen, you’re utterly indifferent to the deformity. It’s just there. A part of him like any other – the other arms, the other mouth.

You’re sure you yourself have flaws in his eyes, but if he truly did not want you, you’d never have been allowed in his chambers to begin with. Sukuna is a man with absolutely no interest in pretenses. He takes what he wants, when he wants it, always.

Sometimes, you think that you and Sukuna aren’t all that different after all.

An alpha who was malformed, cast out by society, recognized only in disgust or fear.

And you, sold by a father eager to make any money he could off a pretty beta daughter.

You were unfit to be an alpha’s bride, but perfectly suited to be every alpha’s whore.

If you wanted happiness, you had to seize it, even if it meant choking the life out of someone else.

Both of you were worth only as much as you could curse others. Sukuna’s worth is greater than yours, but in his shadow everyone is equally worthless, and in his gaze – at least for this moment – you are worthy of him.

The fingers in your hair tighten; a hiss, “Take it!” and you suckle diligently as you bob backwards, diving forward straight away to take him to the root again.

Inhuman though he may be, his cock is much the same as any other alpha’s, if a bit larger.

Hot, smooth skin, veins that pulse and bulge inside your mouth. A salty taste you’d grown accustomed to, a stretch in your mouth and your jaw that you ameliorated by focusing on hollowing your cheeks, dragging your tongue along it.

Betas can’t purr, not like omegas or alphas can, but you approximate it with a hum, a gentle sigh through your nose and fluttering, lowered lashes.

A low exhalation. Controlled. “There she is…” The hand in your hair goes to stroke possessively over your cheek. “My little beta. All for me.”

His eyes dilate in lust – you always meet his gaze while you do this, for as long as you’re able, you know he likes this – and you know before you feel the touch of his hand on your jaw to begin drawing back.

His hand barely ghosts you before you move, leaving trails of saliva strung between your lips and his shining cock while you gaze up at him.

Another theatric he enjoys. His tongue darts out from his lips, grasping and stroking himself, hand coated in a sweet-smelling oil you recognize.

His other arms reach to grasp you by the shoulder, pulling you up to stand and burying your face in his neck wordlessly.

They wrap around you, pulling you into him as he steps back to sit on the bed where you follow.

It surprises you every time, just how much your body comes alive at his touch.

Heart racing as if it can jump through your skin and into the hands that trace your throat, your collarbone, down your chest, dragging the slip of a robe you’d worn down with it.

Sukuna likes undressing you, alpha that he is.

Like you’re a sacred treasure to be unveiled only by his hands. You always wear something easy to take off, and nothing else.

His touch is your leave to respond in kind; he’s fully bared, now, all tattooed skin and corded muscle.

A warrior’s form, conveying power and strength in every divot and valley. Your heart races as you lay your hands on him.

Maybe it’s the thrill of it.

Sukuna is utterly untouchable. The greatest sorcerers of your time had died failing to scratch the smooth, unbroken skin he offers to you so freely.

As a concubine, you don’t get much contact. Less still, since no one would dare lay a hand on a consort Sukuna summons so often to his side.

Normally that suited you just fine, but sometimes with him you feel like a dog straining on a leash.

Desperate for him to reach out, to feel him on you. Lust and adrenaline coursing through you the instant he makes contact.

Even as a beta, this close, it’s impossible not to smell him; he’s pulled you to his throat on instinct.

His scent glands are right there, and you don’t hesitate to lick at them, letting your breath ghost over the hot, spit-slicked skin. Dragging your teeth along the swollen flesh.

That’s one of the things he likes best. He knows you’re a beta. You have no fangs, you couldn’t mark him if you wanted to. Not with anything but curses.

But still, it is a pleasure. The salt on your tongue, the flesh that yields beneath your teeth, even without breaking, as the alpha’s aroma fills your senses.

Sukuna is spiced; harsh, in some ways, like cinnamon, but warm like a pleasant woodsmoke, like the heat of oil burning in a lamp. Just this side of decadent – opulent, almost, and still primal and raw.

It doesn’t affect you like you imagine it would an alpha or omega. But it’s nice. He smells nice.

You don’t hesitate to nip at his lips when he presses them to yours.

Perhaps one of the reasons Sukuna hates being touched without permission is because he also doesn’t care to be touched gently.

If he weren’t in rut, you would have dragged your teeth over his cock while it was in your mouth, but he’s not able to savor such services in his current state.

They’re red, so red, all his four eyes staring into you. Burning in want. In want of you.

“Fierce little thing.” You can taste his grin, you’re close enough. “See how fierce you’ll be when you’re full of me. My beta. Mine.”

“Yours,” You agree breathily, and lean back in to catch his mouth with your own.

His lips are one place you’re able to make him bleed, dragging the bottom lip beneath your teeth and pinching it, then darting your tongue in to taste.

Sukuna hums at the taste of metal in his mouth, sucks your tongue between his lips to press and purse and suckle on at his leisure. Brilliant red eyes half-lidded in lust.

Your hands get to work, one of them cupping his jaw and then his hair, brushing it back in a way that makes him preen now that he’s in rut and can’t suppress it.

Alphas love getting petted, and Sukuna loves the scrape of fingernails over his scalp, a tight tug against his hair; it all sends his knot pulsing against you.

“Here. Your mouth had a taste, let’s see how your cunt likes it.” His arms lift you up just enough to sit over his well-muscled legs.

Your thighs spread while his cock falls forward, between your thighs.

Sukuna holds you there, just far enough, letting it rub against you with little tugs to your hips. Desire sparking like flint where his length rubs against you. Fuck.

Oh, you want him. Ache for him. It pulls low in your core, to lean into him, to feel his arms holding you in place, to feel him all against you.

You wrap your arms around him in return, clawing at his shoulders as the mouth on his stomach tongues between your legs. It’s exquisite and agonizing all at once. Slick and dragging against you, heavy and broad.

He’s already purring at the taste of you. Hands clenching in desire over the roundness of your hip.

You want him. You want him.

You can have him, take him, touch, touch, touch. Dig your teeth into the firm muscle against his neck to feel his purr grow louder under your teeth.

Your curse technique flickers at your fingertips, dancing over the open canvas of his back.

Inhaling sharply, you think you hear him swear, and then, “Yes.” He laughs breathily, “More. Put more into it. That can’t be all you’ve got.”

It isn’t. The sound of him is everywhere now, vibrations that shake you all the way to your core.

The mouth on his belly still laps at your folds. It drools on your folds like you’re a meal he cannot wait to savor.

Sukuna is already running hot. It’s too easy when he’s like this, all heated, blood pumping heavy through every part of him.

Just beneath the surface you feel it; searing, boiling, heat jumping up to meet your touch. Like liquid fire underneath his skin, you’d heard it described. Exhilarating, Sukuna had called it.

A talent half-learned by accident in the steamy, lurid, filthy recesses of the brothel you’d worked at. A dark place filled with malice and jealousy, reeking of curses in every corner. One day you’d awoken with a strength that sung in your veins, screamed to be used.

You had learned to vanquish shadows with a flick of your wrist, the creatures bursting from the inside.

Once, on a lark, you’d tried it on a client who struggled to maintain his hardness. It had been remarkably effective, pooling blood in his cock, and with a little work you were able to reproduce it in other ways.

It had all been success from there. Climbing the ranks, scoring pleasure into the flesh of those who paid you well enough.

Oh, it was painful, too, but what pleasure in life came without a little pain? If you wanted something, you had to be willing to sacrifice for it.

A founding principle of jujutsu. It’s no wonder Sukuna so delights in battle, either against sorcerers or in his own bed; when you heat his blood in his veins it sends his knot pulsing, throbbing, twitching in excitement as pre drips out.

With him holding you so close you can feel his purring throughout your whole body.

A rare pleasure, a prize you win with vicious effort, cursed energy surging in your hands as you rake your nails over the glorious, muscled expanse of his back.

“Open,” Sukuna commands.

It’s a tone that never fails that make you tremble in anticipation. Your cunt is already dripping with it.

The part of your legs widen, and you lean back to look down at where he’s settled against you.

He’s so large. Always so large. The knot swelling already.

You’re clenching already, quivering, like you’re the one in heat and not he in his rut.

God, you want him to fuck you already.

One massive hand reaches down, stroking over his cock, wet with your saliva, his precum, and the oil substitute for an omega’s slick.

It nudges at your cunt and you let out a short whimper that sends him snarling, thick fingers digging sweet bruises into your hips.

“Always so sweet for me,” His lips ghost over your temple as he stares down, “Delectable. Strong little thing, you can take it.”

The head of his cock slots against your entrance. Fuck, it’s hot, burning, searing, you’re so fucking ready, your cunt is weeping and you feel like keening for it, “Please. Alpha, please.”

You can almost see it in his eyes, red and feral with need. Omega, my omega, my mate – all the things you’ve heard from alphas before.

Clingy, possessive, biting at you, rutting into you like they can breed you. All the filthy things whose beds you’d warmed in the past.

They all pale in comparison to the King of Curses. Hot and throbbing and silken against your entrance, the deep grunt of effort that you feel when he lines himself up and drives himself in.

The very sensation knocks the wind out of you.

Sukuna slides in easily but it’s tight, so tight, always. You feel him feel it, too, all those muscles growing taut before you as he sinks into you.

Your arms tremble before they remember what to do; grasping carelessly at his shoulders, clawing for purchase as the whines claw their way up your throat. They’re shoved back down by the deep moan you make when he reaches the end of your passage.

“F-fuck,” it’s good, it’s so good, it hurts so good and there’s nothing you can do but sit there and take it. Just as he told you to.

It’s always a bit painful, but there’s a pleasure in it, too, the piercing delight of being so thoroughly fucked into. You swear you feel yourself dripping out where he enters you, and you moan again at the feeling of him dragging himself out.

A low noise, a chuckle; like every sound Sukuna makes, you feel it just as much as you hear it.

“Do it again.” He demands, and you would never make the alpha wait.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pushes into you again and your moans crack, because he slides through easier this time but it’s just so big, so fucking huge you feel your walls trying to flex, envelop him, desperate to find any give at all, but there’s just no give.

It’s like having solid steel lodged inside you, burning hot and smooth against your core.

“Good beta.” Sukuna effortlessly lifts you up by the hips, dragging you off his cock and savoring how you whine at its loss, “My good little beta. Squeezing me so tight.”

He drops you down, down, back onto him. Cock thrusting up into you, cleaving your cunt apart, hitting a spot that makes you wail. Sukuna laughs, and you can feel his cock twitching.

“Need my cock, do you, little beta?” The rut is at its height now, pulling him in, smearing possession all over his face, his evil grin. “Even if it breaks you apart?”

All you can do is nod while you pant. He pulls you up and down by the waist, fucking you on his cock like a tool for his pleasure –

And Sukuna has never failed to use a tool to its fullest extent. “Fuck, fuck – fuck, alpha, please – please, please – ”

His own laughter is broken up by heavy breaths. One of his huge hands grasps you by the scruff of your neck, and you try to go obediently limp but your whole body jerks with the unrestrained force of his fucking into you.

Tight and unforgiving, baring your throat for him to dive into. An alpha in the midst of his rut. His teeth graze over your neck, licking where scent glands would normally be.

“Please,” Your breath catches in your throat at Sukuna’s kiss, all teeth and feral smiles pressed into your skin.

He stays like that for a moment, knot pulsing desperately just outside of your cunt.

Grinding into you like he thinks he can fit it in – you both know it can’t, you simply don’t have the anatomical space of an omega. But it feels good.

So good. It rubs, hot and throbbing against your clit, and fuck if you don’t nearly cum from it right there, tightness in your core heavy and ready to burst.

“Sukuna,” You say his name in a broken moan.

Teeth in your jugular. Hot tongue over your throat.

Hands gripping your sides. Moving you up and down like a puppet.

Cock pressing and pressing into you, relentless. Pleasure lapping at your insides as his cock rocks into you, begging to be let in.

A thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. “Cum, beta. Cum for your alpha – hngh – cum now – ”

Pleasure bursts through you, as if brought to life by his words. White hot and overflowing, every part of your body floating on air.

It’s like you’re a feather in his hands. Airy lightness fills you and even the stretch between your legs feels pleasant, a welcome intrusion, cunt blissfully numb.

Sukuna fucks you through it all the while, breathless, determined, on the brink himself as he chases the friction of you squeezing the life out of him.

You twitch in his grasp, aftershocks trembling through. He holds you upright easily, letting your head fall forward while he drags you up and down, mindlessly brushing his burning knot against your entrance.

It’s several moments before you catch yourself; it makes no difference to Sukuna. Your climax brought him closer, but not there, not just yet.

It’s with the giddy sort of warmth your afterglow brings that you lazily grope the space next to the bed.

You find the vial of oil he’d used earlier, and easily unscrew the top and spread it across your fingers with a single hand.

Sukuna had stared a moment the first time he saw you do that. So you have a sorcerer’s dexterity after all, he’d said, and it was the compliment you’d treasured most to date.

This time, his eyes don’t leave your body. All four of them, red and fiery and burning into you. Your chest. Your face.

They linger where your bodies are joined, at the stretch of your cunt taking him, the hole that has no more to give him but squeezes him anyways.

You can tell by his ragged breaths he needs more stimulation, heavy in rut and knotted tight as he is. That’s fine. You’ve done this before.

Slicked fingers find his waist, and then lower, to his ass. He parts his knees further, as if for more leverage to thrust fruitlessly against you, and you take the opportunity to squeeze one well-muscled cheek with your dripping hand.

The sharp inhale – you’re sure he’d hate to hear it called a gasp – “Beta!” –  tells you you’re free to go ahead.

So you do, digging your fingertips into his ass, into a hole too well-oiled to not have been prepared beforehand.

A rumble swells, in his chest, his throat, pressing hard against you along with his cock, nudging his knot further against your entrance.

You tease along the rim and then drive into it. He hisses as it burns, knot throbbing against you, massive hands squeezing bruises and then caressing them as soon as they bloom.  

It’s delicious, the way it clenches at your fingertips, tight and furled up, but you slip in easily with his preparation and your oiled fingers.

Darting into the yielding warmth of his insides, a pleasure that has him seizing against you, all muscle and magnificent form trained on your touch.

Your cunt clenches at the thought, the power you have in this moment; it squeezes the cock spearing you and sends tremors through his form.

“Clever girl,” He rumbles as you drag along his insides, “Clever fingers,” another heavy thrust, fingers twitching, “More,” thrust, shudder, “More!”

With a heated urgency your fingers curl, feeling, pressing around in a way that has Sukuna panting, teething at your shoulder, kneading hands against your hips while you search for just the right spot.

His knot presses insistently against your entrance, where there’s no space for you to receive it, but it catches on your oversensitive clit enough to make you gasp and whine.

Sukuna grins, mouth wide open, drooling like the feral, satisfied monster he was.

“Beta…” he hums, and it feels like he’s saying your name, as close to a loving coo as a creature like him can make.

And then, then, you find it, as you have so many times before. A high, keening noise Sukuna would be otherwise unwilling to part with, drawn out from him in the height of his rut.

You press into a bundle of flesh through his insides. A spot that sends him rutting wildly against you, unconcerned with his knot or anything besides fucking and feeling more of that pressure into him.

It’s almost all you can do to keep it coming, your other arm flailing desperately to reach around him for any kind of purchase while he thrusts your mind away.

Pleasure finds you again but this is liquid flames instead of white hot.

It pours out from you, spilling everywhere, the feeling of his release spurting inside you.

Full, full, fuller, so full you swear you’re bursting, it feels so fucking good. Flowing out over his cock, against your cunt, where his hurried thrusts squeezes it into a lewd, sopping met against your clit.

This one brings tears to your eyes. The sound of it, wet and squelching, utterly lewd, like you can feel the tremors of pleasure that have you milking him for cum that cannot impregnate you.

His hands are all that ground you, points on your body where his touch had ceased to be painful, to be anything but a feeling of him against you, the warm and powerful alpha who’d taken you to his bed, monster or not.

Sukuna groans and pants his heart out, still fucking into you while your eyes are glassy and all movement has left your body.

Your clever little hand fallen to the side as its purpose was fulfilled, his knot finally unraveling into the delicious joy of breeding you.

Ahh. He can admit the look in his eyes when he looks at you is fondness, to some degree. His perfect little beta. Wicked fingers and the smartest mouth he’d ever seen. Always so good for him.

He lays himself down alongside you on the bed, still buried deep in you, cum leaking slowly away.

The mess never bothered him, not in the torrid, heated moments of bodies entwined. He’d bathe with you later.

So warm. Always warm and welcoming him, your cunt is the most exquisite hole he’s ever known, but it’s the rest of you that makes it worth his time. Every time.

There’s something about it that sends a frenzy through him.

A hurried urge, like a desire to run or jump or lash out, but instead it makes him want to wrap his entire self around you and laugh in wicked delight.

It feels like fire on the battlefield, blood on his tongue, power coursing through every pore, seas ready to part at his command. It feels like strength, but he’s not even holding you very tightly.

He takes a deep breath, face pressed to your hair; beta. A faint, pure, neutral scent, so unmistakable in its cause. It elicits no particular reaction, stirs no great curiosity or lust.

But you do. It’s easy, natural, to wrap all four arms around you and squeeze. Your perfect figure yielding in his grasp, compressing beneath him, legs folding as he swings one over yours.

A purr rumbles deep in his chest as the sensation envelops him.

Touching, holding, entwined. You, completely full of him, made docile with his cum and his knot, surrendering to his embrace. All his. All for him.

Your boneless, weak figure in his arms, the little sigh of bliss you let out… it’s a feeling that’s only come to him in the midst of battle, curses coursing, glorious, in every direction.

A thrill of triumph that enervates, lightens every one of his limbs and sets him with a feeling of utter satisfaction.

Sukuna is purring in earnest now, and he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed by it.

Why suppress his instincts for the beta that so perfectly warms his bed? Why restrain himself in any way, when you’re wholly incapable of binding him, of bearing pups or marking him, and serve him with such delectable vigor?

An arm, so much smaller than his, slowly slips itself over his waist. You’re barely conscious, pretty face all flushed from your climax, unable to even open your eyes.

But your head drifts towards his chest even while asleep, where the vibrations are the strongest. Tucked under his neck, nestled in him and his scent.

An alpha’s purr is usually a sign of contentment, but it’s supposed to be soothing to omegas. As far as he knows, it doesn’t have any particular effect on betas.

Sukuna supposes it’s probably just you.

It’s so easy to reduce you to want, to unrestrained lust, pure and devoted entirely to him. Why should he need an omega when he has this at his beck and call?

You can’t be bred, of course – that was the whole point of using a beta. But sometimes he does wonder.

What you would look like if you were with child. Breasts heavy with milk, the mild scent of a beta humming with the life nurtured within.

You’re strong. You’d produce fine offspring. Your curse technique is interesting in its own right – igniting a person’s own cursed energy from beneath their skin. Not remarkable in effectiveness, but wholly unique in its operation.

Would it stop his ruts, to see you pregnant for some time? You’re the only one he spends them with, so seeing you pregnant might just delay them, without the influence of an omega’s hormones. 

Would he grow more aggressive as you neared delivery? Would his instincts command him to slay your spawn so he could fill you with his own?

Uruame is a beta, and has the necessary parts. He could breed you without all the tiresome mechanics of a bond between alpha and omega; place his two favorite subjects together and watch as his loyal subject bred his most treasured concubine for him. 

Watching you take in the seed of someone other than him… but Uruame is a beta, and belongs to him as much as you do. If he scented them as well, perhaps? They always had very little scent of their own.

Heat stirs within him at the thought. It’s too early to tell if it’s anger at the idea or arousal, especially in the state he’s in.

You make a little noise, and all four eyes shoot down to look over your form, all sweat and heat and dripping cum.

He shifts to move some of his weight off of you, sliding onto his back and settling your head on his chest so you can drift to sleep to the sound of his purring.

After all, his rut is just beginning. Sukuna can spare you some rest…

For an hour or so.

[thebiggerbear]

when were you going to tell me

Summary: After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Hunter!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting. Just dipping back into the writing pool from time to time, one toe each round. This is what popped into my head when I read the prompt. All unbeta'd.

Prompt Line: "When were you going to tell me that you have a hole in your body?"

Warnings: language; mentioned gun violence/injury; implied sex; implications; Reader (really me) being a perv

Word Count: 1787

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Dean was super pissed at you. No, not pissed — pissed.

“When were you going to tell me that you have a hole in your body?” He snapped.

You attempted to give him a smile from your seat on the edge of the bed. “Uh, the third date?”

His jaw tightened and his glare immediately transferred from you to his younger brother who had snorted in amusement and was currently attempting to smother a grin. “Don’t encourage her.” Sam threw his hands up in placation but you snickered.

“At least Samsquatch thinks I’m funny.” You winced and sucked in air through your teeth as you tried to peel the right arm of your jacket off. Dean was suddenly there, taking over and gently moving the material away from your wound. “Serves you right,” he muttered. As he studied the bullet you’d taken on the hunt you all just returned from, you studied him — marveling at him in fact. Fury emanated off of him in waves and yet his touch was as gentle as could be. His expression was severe and yet his eyes had a softened edge to them as he tended to you. 

“Sammy, get the med kit out of my bag and bring it over here,” he ordered before briefly turning a fresh glare on you.

You let out a small sigh. “Dean, I get that you’re mad but how was I to know one of them was armed? I mean, what kind of a werewolf carries a gun anyway? Bitch move, if you ask me.”

“The kind that wants to get away at any cost. You’re lucky they only popped you in the shoulder. Now maybe next time you’ll actually listen to me and stay close.” He angrily snatched the proffered gauze from Sam’s hand, refusing to look up at you as he opened the package. “You should have told me.” 

Concern laced his harsh tone and had you wishing you could put both arms around him to pull him close. Instead, you pressed your lips together; you knew he was right. You should have let him and Sam know you had been shot the moment you regrouped where the Impala was parked but considering the alpha had gotten away in the melee, you all were desperate to get out of there and hunt him down. One dead alpha later thanks to Dean’s silver bullets, you still hadn’t told either Winchester and you gritted your teeth at the pain. You were being stupid, you knew you were being stupid, but you just couldn’t push yourself to admit that Dean had been right and you had been wrong. You had butted heads before; you could take care of yourself and Dean wanted you to use the safety of numbers. Needless to say when you were finally forced to admit what happened once you all got back to the motel thanks to Sam accidentally knocking into you forcing you to let out a loud curse, Dean had been harsh and unforgiving, always being a few words away from ‘I told you so’. And while you hated it, you knew you deserved the ass-chewing you were getting. But you would take everything he had to throw at you and more if it meant you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face that you were seeing right now. You’d scared him, terrified him even, and he hadn’t known in the moment that he’d been a heartbeat away from losing you. A fact that was then reiterated by him gruffing out, “If his aim had been a few centimeters to the right…”

You could feel a lump forming in your throat at the pain now clouding his gaze as he pressed the gauze to your wound. You snuck a look over at Sam who gave you an understanding nod, grabbed the ice bucket, and left the room without a word.

You gently covered Dean’s hands with your left one, urging him to look at you. It took him a moment but he reluctantly lifted his eyes to meet yours. Even more pain swirled in those green depths and it broke your heart. “I’m so sorry, Dean,” you whispered. “I should have told you. And I will never go off on my own again or scare you like that. I promise.”

He watched you for a moment and when he determined you meant what you were telling him, he capitulated with a nod and went back to focusing on your wound. You moved your hand to one of his wrists and briefly squeezed before letting him go.

After a minute, you decided to lighten things up a little while you still could. He was going to have to dig the bullet out since it didn’t go through. As much pain as you’d been in for the past two hours, you were bound to be in a hell of a lot more in the next few minutes so you only had a short window. You got a good look at the wound when he pulled the bloody gauze away and gave it an approving nod. “So, whaddya say after you fix this hole, I can show you what other holes I have that might need tending to, hmm?” His gaze snapped to you and you gave him your best seductive smirk, arching an eyebrow in meaning.

As expected, Dean rolled his eyes and he thrust a half-finished bottle of whiskey at you. “I never thought I’d say this to a girl but you are banned from referring to your…other holes like that. For forever. Especially in front of Sam.”

“Oh come on, you know you love it when I do,” you teased, taking a swig of the amber liquid.

“I know I love you,” he suddenly replied, his tone serious yet ever so quiet, and his focus now on the kit in front of him.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. In all of the time you’d been doing the no pants dance on a semi-regular basis, not once had Dean uttered the L-word. Sure, you knew how much he loved your ass and how his hands seemed to be super-glued to the area whenever Sam wasn’t looking, how much he loved it when when you did that thing with your tongue and throat at the same time that made him bite into the side of his fist to keep quiet, and how much he loved when you fucked him. But never had he ever in all of this time told you that he loved you.   

He hesitantly met your gaze and when he saw your smile, he seemed to relax slightly and clear his throat. “You should drink a little more of that before I start digging the bullet out.”

When he took the bottle from you, you used your free hand to gently tug on his flannel. “Me too, you know.” When he glanced over at you, you whispered, “I love you, too.”

His features softened a little in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He fought to keep a smile off of his handsome face and seemed determined to remember he was still mad at you, but the light in his eyes remained. “Okay.” A simple okay — as if okay, that’s decided and that’s it. Very simple and matter of fact. When your grin grew, he shyly looked away before snapping back into focus, intent on switching into a medic role. “This is going to hurt.” His expression was then completely apologetic.

“I know. It’s okay,” you reassured him. “Not my first gunshot wound.” At the furrowing of his brows and his eyes roaming all over you, you dug your fingers into his jeans to distract him and gave him a nod. You could tell him all about that later; besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen the scar on your leg at some point.

The distraction having succeeded, Dean let it go for now and poured the whiskey on the open wound. You nearly screamed from the pain, tightening your grip on him.

His lips were immediately lingering against the skin of your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby,” you thought you heard him murmur to you but you were in so much agony you couldn’t be sure. When the sting began to fade into the steady throb you had grown used to, you heard him tease, “So, third date, huh?”

You gave a tiny shrug of your one good shoulder, wincing. “Date, hunt, whatever.” Sam and the world didn’t need to know exactly when you and Dean had made the beast with two backs. Third, first — it was all the same to you.

You’d known Sam and Dean back in the day and when you found yourselves accidentally on the same hunt years later, Dean may have given you a second look which you more than eagerly returned (you’d had a crush on him for years when you were younger) and when you used his last-night-on-Earth line on him at a local dive bar later on… You bit your bottom lip to keep at bay the memories of the creaking of the Impala, your moans from his lips trailing everywhere, and his deep groans of “Fuck” in your ear as he tightly held onto you from that night. Damn, if you weren’t shot right now, you might ask him to recreate that particularly explosive night, especially since you both were sharing a room with Sam on this trip. Perhaps once Dean was through and you were all bandaged up, you could convince him to go for a drive so you could show him just what your good arm could still do. Sure, you were a natural righty, but you could get creative. Not to mention you were shot in the shoulder, not your lower half, and it certainly wouldn’t keep your jaw from working.

Dean chuckled, pulling you from your dirty thoughts about said man who tenderly kissed your hairline before searching for the forceps in his kit. “Right.” He poured some alcohol over the tool and gave you one more kiss before focusing on your shoulder. “You ready?”

“One sec.” You grunted as you lifted up slightly to plant a kiss to his stubbled jaw. He turned to look at you and you shot him a smirk. “Hurry the fuck up, Winchester, and get to work getting this bullet out of me so we can go for a drive and I can show you how ambidextrous I can be.”

You watched his throat bob up and down as he swallowed and then a smirk crawled onto his face to mirror yours, his eyes darkening to an all-too familiar shade. “Yes, ma’am.”

And he got straight to work.

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[hrtbeomi]

⋆ ˒ 💭 ۫  ּ ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS !

pairing: actor!gojo x singer!reader wc: 0,3k            warnings: not proofread ‼️, reader's album is basically reputation by miss tswift 🙈

a/n: i've had this in my drafts for a while now,, hope you like it >< i just looove actor!gojo and if you'd like to see more of him leave a comment!

WIRED AUTOCOMPLETE INTERVIEW WITH GOJO SATORU AND Y/N

3. 2. 1. ACTION !

As the camera clicked on, you sensed the beginning of another recording session. Satoru, next to you, shifted in his seat about before the start of the video.

"Hey there, it's l/n y/n," you chimed in with a grin, "and i'm Gojo Satoru," the white-haired male beside you smoothly finished, "and this is our Wired auto-complete interview!" both of you beamed as the staff handed over boards containing the internet's most searched questions.

Satoru held your board while you held his, diving into the depths of what the online people wanted to know about you.

Q. "Who's y/n l/n's 'gorgeous' about?"

With a smirk, you retorted, "sorry to burst your bubble, person-who-searched-that but 'gorgeous' is about your mom," you answered, eliciting laughter from Satoru and the crew.

"Lame! Just tell them the truth" Satoru teased, well aware of the implications behind his words.

"That's the only truth," you replied, feigning innocence before swiftly moving on.

Q. "Is y/n l/n's song 'call it what you want' about Gojo Satoru?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you stuttered, "That's... quite the assumption," failing miserably at masking your nerves.

The crew chuckled, mentioning how your fandom had already orchestrated a fictional relationship between you two.

"We know, next they'll claim we're expecting a baby or something!" Satoru quipped, earning a horrified look from you, "Alright, my turn now."

Q. "Who's Gojo Satoru's favorite actor?"

"I'd say my good ol' friend, Geto Suguru! He's a top-notch," Satoru replied, reminiscing about the movies and series they did together.

"True, i'm a big fan of his work" you confessed, prompting a playful pout from Satoru.

"Maybe he's not that great anymore," he mumbled in mock jealousy.

"You're good too!" you reassured him amidst laughter.

Q. "Is Gojo Satoru married to y/n l/n?"

"Spiritually i am" Satoru quipped, earning a playful jab from you.

"Don't encourage them, Satoru!" you scolded him.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he replied unrepentantly.

Q. "Is Gojo Satoru in a relationship?"

"I am. . .not! i'm a lone wolf" Satoru declared with a hint of melancholy, though everyone in the room knew the truth but as you looked at him, his convincing lie almost had you fooled, if it weren't for the fact that you, his actual girlfriend, stood right beside him.

"Alright, alpha boy, next question!" you exclaimed before the tables turned.

Q. "What's the name of y/n l/n's next album?"

"I've just released 'reputation' can't I catch a break?" you exclaimed, playfully collapsing out of your chair.

"How dramatic," Satoru chuckled before suggesting, "You should write a song about me though."

CUT !

[BONUS] [CLIP THAT WAS CUT FROM THE VIDEO]

"Sure, it'll be called 'gorgeous,'" you teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"The greatest song ever! Although 'So It Goes' is my personal favorite," Satoru grinned mischievously, almost revealing too much of your relationship before you intervened.

"Too much information!" you laughed, covering his mouth to keep him from saying more.

© 2024 HRTBEOMI

[smileysuh]

hotflash

🌙 staring. Haechan x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. There'd been a time when leaving you alone to deal with your heat as an extreme precaution against unwanted pregnancy had been something the alpha could live with. But in the months he's had you as his mate, your cycles have synched up- and the thought that you're ripe and ready to be fucked - to be fucked by him - well, the wolf inside won't be tamed anymore. And Hyuck doesn't want it to be. 

cw/ tw. dubious consent/cnc, pussy eating fiend, multiple orgasms, temperature play, popsicles, face riding, 69, oral (f/m receiving), deep throating, fingering, overstim, slight dacryphilia, spanking, power play, a/b/o alpha x omega dynamic, possessive hyuck, dirty talk, praise, knotting, protected sex, mentions of breeding kink, 'just the tip', etc... I pet names. his: alpha. hers: needy baby.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

🍭 aus. alpha!hyuck, a/b/o, omega!reader, establish relationship, heat etc...

☀️ mlist + an. sometimes, attacking a bestie with her favorite tropes and her favorite boy is the best idea you can have... sorry Jewel ❤️

“Hyuck-” your strangled voice makes the hairs on the alpha’s arms stand up, his skin prickling with energy. He can tell - even through the phone - that you’re not doing well.

“You’re early,” he concludes- because your heat can never truly stick to a schedule, and Haechan supposes that - out of all the mating bullshit he’s already dealing with - of course this would be the cherry on top. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t-” you begin to tell him the same thing you tell him every month, but Haechan’s not having it. He’s endured too many months already- paced outside your door like a wild animal for too many nights in a row-

“I have to bring you your suppressants,” he insists. The package of pills is in the back with Mark, who makes the bag crinkle when he holds it tighter. “I can’t believe you’re four days early-”

“Hyuck-” you whine his name again, a reaction to the anger tinged in his voice no doubt, and he grips the steering wheel tighter, pressing down on the gas.

“I’m bringing you suppressants,” the alpha states, leaving no room for argument this time. 

Your meek “okay” is the only response he gets, and then the line goes dead.

The car fills with silence, the air thick with energy and tension. 

“Don’t say anything,” Hyuck snaps at the man in his passenger seat.

“Wasn’t going to,” Jaehyun sighs, his voice much too calm for Haechan’s liking.

“I’ll say it,” Mark quips up from the backseat, “slow down, please.”

A growl tears its way out of Haechan’s chest, and he locks eyes with the beta in the backseat through the rearview mirror. “Fuck off, Mark.”

“I just mean- we’re already late to the start of her heat- speeding could end up with us dead, and then your omega is down a mate and her suppressants, which doesn’t help anyone.” 

There’s truth in his words- but Hyuck is done listening to truths and rationals- he pushes the engine even harder just to spite the man who dares speak logic to him.

There’s no logic in this for Hyuck, not anymore.

There’d been a time when leaving you alone to deal with your heat as an extreme precaution against unwanted pregnancy had been something the alpha could live with. But in the months he’s had you as his mate, your cycles have synched up- and the thought that you’re ripe and ready to be fucked- to be fucked by him- well, the wolf inside won’t be tamed anymore.

And Hyuck doesn’t want it to be.

“I still think it’s very responsible that you’re listening to your mate and giving her at least some space during her heat,” Jaehyun notes. “Shows a lot of control.”

“Right, because I’m known for my control,” Haechan rolls his eyes. 

In fact, he’s known for being impulsive. And the breeding kink he’d exhibited on your off-heat cycle had been enough to prompt you to shut your legs to him during your time of the month.

Regardless of any precaution taken by an omega in heat, knot condoms still break, alpha spunk still leads to pregnancy, and despite the best efforts of everyone involved, two of Haechan’s friends have accidentally gotten their mates knocked up in the past four months. 

“But hey,” Mark says helpfully, “remember, you’re not the only alpha abstaining- Taeyong-”

“Taeyong’s mate hates pups,” Haechan seethes. “And she knows he’s not ready to be a father.”

“Are you?” 

“You know what?” Haechan pushes his car as fast as it can go, “Yeah. I am.”

You hear Hyuck’s car pull up outside the heat cabin, tires kicking up gravel, and you await the onslaught to your senses that comes next. 

Everything is heightened for you, and the second your mate opens his car door, the inklings of his scent become known to you. 

The familiar smells of Jaehyun and Mark are on the periphery, and you hear the crinkle of a bag being passed off, your mate barking at his friends to ‘Fuck off-’

God, Hyuck telling others off shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but it is-

 The sound of his footfalls suggests he’s jogging towards your little heat cabin, and the shaking of pills in a bottle brings you both peace and anxiety-

Part of you had been hoping Mark would be the one delivering your meds. Mark, a beta who you wouldn’t jump even in the worst of your heat- 

But no, of course Haechan’s the one bringing them to you-

He’s always toed the line during your time of the month, and it appears this one won’t be any different. 

You struggle to hold your breath, trying not to take gulps of air filled with his scent, which is becoming stronger and stronger-

Haechan stops outside the door, and you hear him take a breath-

“Fuck.” 

He can say that again.

“You smell-”

He can say that again too.

“I’m not letting you in,” you tell him from where you’re curled up in bed, in the corner farthest from the door.

“Even though daddy has your meds?” His voice is lower than you’re used to- and he doesn’t usually refer to himself as daddy- but you’d be lying if you say the term isn’t affecting you.

You can feel your sleeping shorts getting wetter by the second, body beginning to come alive at the notion that your mate is just a few meters away.

“I mean,” Haechan coughs. “Come on baby, you need your meds.”

“You’re horrible,” you groan, hating how easy it seems to be for him to switch between lust and seemingly perfect composure-

“Is that any way to speak to the guy with your suppressants?” you can hear the smile on his voice- the playful teasing. You wish it was truly just playful… but you know there’s an ulterior motive.

“If I open this door,” you tell him, “you’re going to come in and stay.”

“Maaaybe.” At least he’s not lying to you. “But come on- I could easily break in through the window if I really wanted- and I’m not, that’s gotta count for something right?”

“You’re horrible,” you repeat for the second time, burying your face in your pillow. 

“Baby,” he places his hand on the door, pushing gently, and the wood moves everso in its frame, “let me in, let me help you with this.”

“By knocking me up,” you groan, mind already beginning to buzz with all the things you wish he’d do to you-

“I mean- sure,” you hear him swallow, “if you want, but… there are other ways.”

“Condoms break Hyuck, we’ve been over this-”

“What if I don’t even take my dick out?”

It’s the first time you’ve laughed all day, and it definitely relieves some of the tension in your shoulders. “You? Not taking your dick out?” Now it’s your turn to swallow thickly, a new rush of wetness tingling out of your core. “As if.” 

“I could try it-” he insists, and this time you hear him press his forehead against the door, pushing forward again. “Come on- listen, I even got popsicles- I know you’re really hot right now, with your heat and everything… imagine the feeling of my cold tongue licking at you.”

“God-” you squeeze your thighs together, hating that he’s right, hating that what he’s suggesting sounds like the perfect cure to your predicament.

“That’s it baby, think of how good it will feel-” he coos, “you smell so fucking good, I could just eat you up-”

“Just tongue?”

“Maybe fingers too- I bet you’ve got ice in there, or I could put my hand in a bucket of cold water or something so it feels good- anything to cool you off.”

Your eyes go to the jug of ice water next to your bed that you’ve been sipping on, and you toy with the wet cloth that’s already lost its cool as it wraps one of your bare thighs, exposed by the fact that you’re only wearing sleeping shorts and a bralette to cover your modesty-

“No cock, I promise-” 

He sounds so sincere. 

Your pussy practically throbs at the notion of letting him in- you can’t believe how much your body reacts to the mere presence of your mate, and you can’t even imagine how good it will feel to let him enter the heat cabin and take care of you-

You have half a mind to tell him to fuck off, suppressants and all- 

But your body wins, the tingling between your thighs taking over as you inhale a deep breath, allowing Hyuck’s familiar scent to wash over you and make you practically brain dead. “Give me a second- I have to get up and open the door-”

Your legs are wobbly as you stand from the bed, and the coolness of the hardwood floor offers some reprieve as you approach the only entrance to the heat cabin. 

“Stand back?” you suggest, heart racing wildly in your chest-

You can’t believe you’re doing this.

There are three locks in total, and you undo each with shaking fingers.

The moment the last one clicks out of place, you scurry back to your bed, something like fear overtaking you. 

You trust Hyuck- you do- but you’re not so sure you trust yourself. And you suppose, seeing as you’ve never allowed him near you during your heat, maybe you shouldn’t trust your mate after all-

He pushes open the door, and the full weight of your decision hits you.

The alpha takes a deep breath, and his chest rumbles with a primal growl as he releases it, his gaze taking you in inch by inch.

In one hand, he holds your meds, in the other, a plastic bag of what you assume to be heat provisions. 

“Suppressants?” you question, skin prickling with sweat-

You need meds, you need at least some relief- something to dull the ache between your thighs-

“Needy baby,” Haechan says lowly, stepping into the cabin before closing the door behind him. “And four days early- at least we were already out getting you these,” he pulls the bottle of pills from the parchment bag, tossing them at you. 

You catch the meds, cracking open the lid and spilling a few of the blue and white pills onto your hand, where you decide on taking two. Then you pop them into your mouth, grabbing the large ice water jug next to you to help wash them down.

“That’s it, baby-” Haechan says from where he’s putting provisions in the ice box. When he turns to face you again, he’s unwrapping a popsicle, “take those pills.”

“Hyuck-” you whimper, setting your drink and the suppressant bottle down to focus entirely on your mate.

“Your heat hit you pretty fast huh?” He licks the frozen treat, leaning back against the fridge and watching you. “Have you cum yet, baby?”

Instead of answering verbally, you take to nodding, gnawing on your lower lip.

“How many times?”

“Do you really have to be so far away?” you whine- and an even better question, has he always looked this fucking sexy?

“Just getting my tongue cold for you,” he responds, in the most non chalant way-

But you can see how blown his pupils are, and when you focus hard on his mouth- you see that his breathing is shallow-

“Now answer my question, babe,” Haechan presses. “How many times have you cum already?”

“Twice-” you tell him. “Once from- when you called and- I heard you speeding faster to get here- and then- again… from thinking about you-”

“Cute baby- couldn’t cum until you heard my voice huh? If I’d had known I had that sort of effect on you- we could have had phone sex your past few heats.”

You think you might cry if he doesn’t come closer, and the words that come out of your mouth as a response betray your growing irritability; “woulda, shoulda, coulda.”

“Oh baby,” Haechan releases a chuckle, but there’s little humor in it, “you’re gonna get it now.”

“Please-” you open your arms to him, and Haechan finally approaches the bed.

“Open your mouth baby,” he tells you, settling onto his knees at the foot of your mattress, “and come closer.” His hand wraps around your ankle, and he drags you towards him.

“Hyuck-” you go to say something, but the popsicle is presented to your lips, and you accept it, welcoming to cool treat into your mouth.

“That should cool you off,” he muses, pushing your legs open, “this might too.”

He presses his lips to your inner thigh, and you’re taken aback by how cold his mouth is- it’s an interesting feeling, but one you quickly begin to enjoy, as he gets closer and closer to your core.

“Lay back,” he tells you, “relax- and let me eat you.”

You release a moan around the popsicle you’re sucking on, letting your head fall back against the mattress, eyes closing-

Haechan pulls your sleeping shorts to the side, and he blows cool air across your pussy, making you twitch and whine even louder.

You garble his name around the popsicle, reaching down to play with his hair-

Your mate smacks your hands away. “Don’t touch me- it’s too hot to touch me,” he insists, and when you look down, you see his eyes are red with intensity.

“Hyuck?” you whimper, recougnizing that eye flares like this are one of the first signs in an impending rut-

You’re early, could it be that he’s going to be early too? Are you two that in sync?

This is probably a bad idea, you realize, as Hyuck dives into your pussy, pushing his long, cold tongue into your hole- 

A horrible, terrible, very bad idea. 

But fuck- Hyuck’s tongue is no joke, even on a non-heat day- 

Alpha’s are known for having long tongues, perfect for pleasuring their omega mates- and Haechan has always been a pussy eating fanatic-

He pushes his face between your thighs like it’s his job, licking and lapping at you with his cold tongue- it feels absolutely incredible. 

But then he’s pulling away, and you’re crying out-

“Give me your jug of ice water,” he commands, voice gruff-

You follow through immediately, stretching to grab it off the nightstand, hurrying to give it to your mate. 

You’re curious about what’s going to happen next- but Hyuck simply allows the jug to smack down against the floor next to him, and then he returns to your pussy, grabbing the back of your thigh with a warm hand to tug you closer-

Part of you wants to call him out- to say it’s unfair of him to touch you if you can’t touch him- but the words die down as his tongue sinks into you, and your focus returns to the deep feeling of pleasure growing in the pit of your stomach.

The popsicle you’re sucking on is getting widdled down shockingly quickly, the cool liquid running down your throat aiding in your temperature regulation while the man between your legs works you closer and closer to orgasm with a tongue that’s also beginning to lose its cool.

As you finish the frozen treat, you find yourself teetering on the edge of pleasure, and with your focus now fully on Hyuck- “I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me,” he growls into your pussy, nose flicking by your clit, “cum on my tongue.”

He buries the wet muscle into your core, lapping at your walls- 

And he knows you can never say no to your alpha- your body is physically incapable.

Your pussy clenches, hard, and an electric wave of euphoria rushes over your form, white-hot and all-consuming. 

“Alpha!” you moan, back arching- your hands seeking out an anchor, which they find in Hyuck’s hair.

You grind yourself down against his face, riding out an orgasm that has your mind going practically numb.

And your mate works you through it with an unrelenting vigor, until you’re a shaking, quivering mess, struggling to get away from his mouth to escape the sensitivity.

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, and you’re in disbelief at how good it feels-

You’ve had orgasms during your heat before, but none of them have ever been like this- none torn out of you by your alpha. 

Hyuck pulls away from your pussy, and your body slumps against the bed, your breathing labored while your heart races madly in your chest. 

A drop of cold water hits your abdomen- and then another- the feeling making you flinch, hot body suddenly overtaken by goosebumps-

You open your eyes to see Haechan, holding his hand just above your stomach, and you realize he’s the source of the water. His hand is dripping with it.

“Did that feel good baby?” he asks, bringing his fingers down to touch your skin, dragging a cold, wet line from rib to naval- 

You squirm against the bed, body conflicted between your hot core and the coolness being brushed over your skin. 

“Your hand-” you whimper, unable to finish your sentence, but you don’t need to, Hyuck understands you. 

He always understands you.

“Put it in your water jug while I ate you out,” he tells you simply. “Wanted to get my fingers cold like my tongue… gonna fuck you with them now, and it’s going to feel so good. Trust me.” 

“Please-” you find yourself pushing your hips closer to his face again, and Hyuck notices too, releasing a chuckle.

“Look at you-” he coos, “and your… needy behavior. Is that what you are? A needy little baby?”

“Yes-”

“Needy to be finger fucked till you cum?”

“God,” you groan, “please!”

Haechan’s gaze returns to your pussy, and he brings his fingers to your entrance, toying with you. His thumb brushes by your clit and you nearly choke, jolting a little at the sensitivity you’re still feeling.

“Don’t play with me-” you whimper.

Haechan laughs. “For a second, it sounded like you were giving your alpha a command,” he presses his thumb to your clit harder, “you weren’t doing that, were you, baby?”

“No-” you gasp, squirming against the bed again, grasping at the sheets.

Two of his fingers slip into your aching hole and the shock of the coolness of his skin makes your toes curl. 

“You’re mine, right?”

“Yes, alpha,” you whimper, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his digits exploring you, working you open-

“Gonna let me do whatever I need to do to help you cum, yeah?”

You let out a sound of affirmation.

“Gonna need to hear a ‘yes, alpha’ or I won’t help you cum,” he tells you, sinking his fingers into you even harder-

“Yes, alpha-” you correct yourself, “help me cum- please, I need it so bad-”

“Already?” he leans forward, letting his lips brush by your sensitive clit. “Didn’t I just make you cum?”

“‘S not enough-” you whine, already feeling another orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

You’ve had intense heats before, but nothing has ever felt like this. You’re practically dripping onto Hyuck’s hand and you know it-

In fact, you can hear how wet you are with each pump of your mate’s fingers, which he expertly uses to stoke your sweet spot-

“Alpha-” you moan, holding the sheets tighter.

“Come on, needy baby,” he says, thumb finding your clit, “cum for me- I know you want to, your pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight- cum on my fingers, do it, cum for me.”

You’re thankful you’re in the heat cabin and there’s - hopefully - no one around, because the scream you release as your orgasm tears through you is almost embarrassing. You claw at the bed, hips lifting-

Hyuck’s free hand finds your abdomen, and he forces you back down, continuing his assault on your pussy and leaving you no room to escape.

“That’s it baby-” he groans, “Just. Like. That.” 

“Alpha- please-” you whimper, feeling tears in your eyes again from how overwhelmed your body is-

“Your ‘please’ means nothing anymore baby,” your mate tells you, “first it was ‘please make me cum’ now it’s ‘please let up,’ you’re too messy to make up your mind princess, that’s why you need a big alpha to do it for you.”

His fingers begin to slow inside of you, and you’re able to take a breath-

Which is when you smell something sweet, and it’s not the discarded popsicle stick.

You find yourself licking your lips, taking in deep breaths-

“Something smells-” the saltiness of it hits your nose and you realize what it is that you’re identifying-

The same way you’re slicked from your heat, alphas give off a specific scent when they’re in their ruts.

What you’re smelling is definitely Hyuck, a musky spiciness twinged with pine- and today, the tree notes remind you of sap; syrupy, sticky, sweet sap-

“Look at you, licking your fucking lips-” your mate growls, removing his fingers from your core and bringing them to his mouth to clean. He releases a groan of ecstasy before asking, “Am I the only one who’s gonna get a taste today? Or should I let you suck your alpha’s cock like you devoured that fucking popsicle?” 

“Please-”

“Say it,” he tells you. “Say you want to suck my cock.”

You moan, writhing in the sheets, and you truly mean it when you whimper the words “I wanna suck your cock.”

“Yeah you fucking do,” Haechan groans, standing up from where he’d been kneeling at the foot of the bed.

His hands go to his belt, and you sit up, ready to get into any position he wants you in to suck him off-

You discard your bra-

“I’m not done with you yet, baby, still wanna enjoy you- think I’m gonna lie down and have you ride my face while you take my cock deep into that fucking throat of yours-”

“Please-” you whimper, shuffling forward to see if there’s any way to help him undress- 

But your alpha is two steps ahead of you, pushing his pants down and tearing off his shirt. 

You’re only able to appreciate his beautiful body for a moment before he’s moving to lie on the bed, his hands grabbing at you to help you into position.

“Sorry about these,” Hyuck tells you as he lets you settle with your core over his face, his fingers hooking in the sleeping shorts that he tears in two and throws to the side.

“No you’re not,” you whisper, grasping the base of his cock-

“No, I’m not,” the alpha laughs, both hands grasping your ass and forcing your core down on his mouth.

His tongue isn’t cold like it was when he’d prepped it with the popsicle, no, it’s warm, and long, an invading appendage that has your toes curling as well as his fingers had.

You try to focus on the cock that you have your own lips wrapped around, and as you force yourself down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat, you remember that he’d promised not to take his dick out at all.

You realize, again, how much trouble you’re in.

You’d not intended on letting him into the heat cabin, not intended on letting him get his cock out, and yet here you are, grinding your pussy down against his face while he buries his length in your mouth-

The alpha under you pushes his hips up, and his cock makes you choke-

It’s shockingly enjoyable, and you lift yourself off of him just long enough to take a breath, marveling in how messy you’re being-

Tendrils of spit connect you to the cock that you go back to sucking like he’s your favorite popsicle-

And in all honestly, right now, he is. 

It feels almost as if you and Hyuck are in a pleasure war, his tongue working better than ever against your pussy, hands on your ass, keeping you where he wants you- and you’re determined to suck the soul out of your alpha, until all that’s left is the man you’d fallen in love with.

You’re shocked by the sudden swat to your ass, and you mewl longingly around him, enjoying the tingles his hand leaves in its wake.

“Slow down-” Hyuck growls against your pussy.

You pull yourself off of him to respond, hand continuing to pump his length expertly. “Want alpha to cum,” you whine.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth,” he tells you, delivering another rough smack to your ass.

“Then where-” 

“You know where.” He buries his face in your pussy again, and you can’t help the rush of wetness that gushes out of you at his words.

You do know where.

Part of you had known he’d be fucking you, properly, when you let him in the cabin.

There was only one way this was ever going to go- and it’s Hyuck’s.

“Never said to stop sucking,” another smack to your ass, “just slow down. Gonna make you cum one more time like this, then- we can try just the tip.”

So he’s gonna lie to himself and you? 

Part of you wants to laugh at the idea, and you feel Haechan let out a small chuckle of his own as his lips wrap around your clit. 

He’s such an ass.

You’re hopelessly in love with him.

Your third orgasm since Haechan arrived is beginning to form, you can feel it tingling through your limbs with each lick and prod of your lover’s tongue.

Your mouth returns to his cock, but you make a conscious effort to slow down, to focus on your own pleasure instead of his-

The sounds Hyuck releases as he fucks his tongue into you is enough to satisfy an inkling of your praise kink, and you wiggle your hips, looking for more stimulation-

Two hands grab your ass, holding you exactly where he wants you as your alpha mate lifts his head up, burying his tongue in you as deep as he can go-

You pull off his cock to moan his name, your voice sounding so whiney and desperate that you’re almost taken aback by the fact it came from you.

A smack to your ass is as good as a command to cum, and you nearly faceplant against Hyuck’s thigh, whimpering and moaning while your orgasm overtakes you. 

There’s nothing to do but accept what Hyuck is doing- no ability to pull or move away- and the greedy wolf in you doesn’t want to. You take everything he gives, surrendering yourself to the pleasure he’s providing until you feel its electric heat throughout your entire form.

Your mate pulls away from your pussy when you begin to twitch, and in a second, you’re thrown onto your back.

You feel the bed dip as Haechan sits up, but you’re too far gone to care, eyes closed, chest heaving-

You hear him walk a few feet, hear a bag and then something tearing-

A hand wraps around your ankle, and you’re spun so you’re propped against the pillows, eyes opening to watch your alpha find his spot between your legs.

“You know how I said we could try just the tip?” he asks, rolling a knot condom onto his cock- which looks to be just aching- He lines himself up with your entrance, leaning down to kiss your nose, “I lied.”

His cock sinks into your core, and you both release groans of pleasure-

“Wish you’d let me-” he grunts as he begins to fuck you, “let me breed you- but you want to be safe, we can be safe.”

You’ve had this talk before, and you don’t have energy to rehash it.

You also realize you don’t care as much as you have previous to this- 

Hyuck could get you knocked up here and now and you’d thank him for it.

“Are you gonna-” you swallow thickly, lacing your hands around the back of Haechan’s neck. “Are you gonna knot me?”

His eyes flare crimson, and your alpha mate releases a growl, pressing his forehead to your own. “Yeah. Does that scare you?”

There’d been a time when it had. But not anymore, and you shake your head. “No, alpha.”

“No?” he fucks you harder, hot breath fanning over your face. “Gonna take my knot like the good, greedy, needy little baby you are?” 

“Yes-”

“Trust me, you’ve never felt anything like this,” Hyuck tells you, and you know he’s right.

Everyone knows about knotting, but, because you’ve never let your mate fuck you during your heat and his rut, you’ve never gotten to experience it for yourself. 

Today is as good a day as any to pop your knot cherry, and you’re thankful Hyuck’s worked you out, gotten you prepped. 

You’re practically a sopping mess for the alpha that decimates your pussy, your muscles tired from three orgasms-

You’re ready to take everything he has to give you, ready to wrap your arms around him, ignoring your increasingly hot skin- ready to have him stretch you out like you’ve never been stretched before-

“Fuck baby,” your alpha groans, hot lips finding yours, “you’re squeezing me so fucking tight-”

“Want you to cum,” you tell him, nearly in tears from how much you want it-

“Yeah?”

“Want you to knot me and make me yours forever-”

“Aren’t you already mine?” your mate moves his lips to your neck, teeth dragging against your pulse point, intent on scenting you more than he already has.

“Yes, alpha-” you tangle your fingers in his hair, back arching, “please, I’m so close-”

“You know that-” he swallows thickly, rutting into you harder, “that when I cum- when I knot you- I’m gonna be stuck inside you for a little while, right?”

“Yes- please, I want it-”

“You want it?”

“Yes-”

“How bad?”

“So bad-” you whimper, “Alpha please-” 

“Keep saying please,” he prompts, fucking you so hard that the bed is hitting the wall with each thrust.

“Please, please, please, please, please!” your fingers claw at his back, and you’re completely lost in the sensation of being filled so perfectly-

“Fuck, fuck-” Hyuck releases a groan, burying his face against your neck while his thrusts become erratic-

You feel something at your entrance, the base of Hyuck’s cock swelling, pushing and stretching your hole-

“Alpha!” you’re sure you’ve drawn blood on his back now, and you clutch him like a lifeline while his knot splits you open, anchoring his cock deep into your pussy while you’re both wracked with orgasmic shudders of pleasure-

“Just like that-” he groans loudly. “Take it, take it, take it-” 

He smashes his lips against your own, taking your breath away and muffling the sounds of pleasure that have been leaving you-

You find yourself getting lost in the kiss, tightening your legs around his waist, reveling in the feeling of being completely flooded with the best pleasure you’ve ever had.

Your body is practically thrumming with warm, wonderful energy, and you realize: this is what heat is all about. 

It’s about being filled, so completely, so perfectly, that you lose all sense, that you’re truly one with the feral nature that is always bubbling inside of you.

To be in this moment, with your mate- nothing in the entire world will ever compare. 

“Fuck-” Hyuck groans, breaking the kiss to return his lips to your neck, where he continues to lap and lick at the mark he’s been working on, “Feels so good-”

“So good,” you echo, eyes closed, head resting against the pillows.

Your lover releases a deep breath, slumping more weight onto your body, pushing you into the bed. It feels wonderful to be cocooned by him, even though the heat between your bodies is bordering on overwhelming. 

“I could stay like this forever,” he says softly.

You realize - as you hold him tighter - that, you couldn’t agree more. 

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“I really didn’t realize he was serious about this,” Jaehyun sighs for the third time since he and Mark were tasked with driving into the city for heat provisions.

“Me neither,” Mark matches the alpha’s defeated tone. “But at least he’s being safe right?”

The bag of knot condoms is held tightly in his hands, resting on his lap. He’s never been more uncomfortable to be an errand boy.

“What happened to his mate’s whole thing about knot condoms breaking?” Jaehyun asks, taking the turn off the highway that will lead them back to the compound they live at with their pack. “Johnny and Yuta-”

“Maybe he convinced her Johnny and Yuta are stupid and he knows how to use condoms… better?” Mark suggests, earning a deep laugh from the alpha in the driver's seat.

“Right-” Jaehyun laughs, “because an alpha like Hyuck is a master of condoms during his rut.”

Mark decides to pray to God for your uterus.

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[super-cosmic-library]

kiss with a fist (better than none)

written for @steddie-week day 2 I prompt: hands

wc: 1299 I rated: M I tags: omegaverse, dubious consent, alpha eddie munson, omega steve harrington I cw: mentions of billy hargrove I [ao3]

Steve has only ever known the cruelness hands bring. The sting of his alpha father’s fist, when he acted too much like an omega. The hollow promises penned by his omega mother, who couldn’t stick around, even for her only pup. The pain of a kick or a shove given to him by partner after partner, who all claimed their actions were out of love. It’s no wonder Steve’s wires got crossed.

When Billy beats the shit out of him in the Fall of their senior year, Steve can’t help but wonder if the alpha loves him too. And when the man continues to beat and harass him throughout the rest of high school, he assumes he’s being courted.

When Billy dies in the summer of ‘85 after the hands of a stranger had bloodied the omega up, he can’t help but fall into rejection sickness.

He closes himself off from the rest of the world, only pretending to be fine when the kids ask for him. Even then, he’s too blinded by his own heartache to see that Max is suffering from the loss too. The only one to know he’s sick is Robin. The beta had bullied her way into his heart through drug-addled confessions on a bathroom floor.

In the months following that awful July, she forces her way into his life and home, making sure he eats and tries her best to distract him from his sorrow. And it works. Over time, he learns how to take care of himself again. On several occasions, she even gets him to laugh again. But it’s not quite enough.

It’s not Robin’s fault, no matter how much she acts like it is. She’s a beta, after all. How could she know what he needs? And how would she be able to give it to him? He tries to reassure her of this. His body needs the embrace of an alpha. He needs the comfort of a nest. But Billy is dead, and when his father was around, he’d never felt safe enough to learn how to make a nest. The ones Robin tries to help him with never feel or smell right.

So, he tries to get by with what he can. He starts dating again. The attention of an alpha brings him some level of comfort, but then when he learns he isn’t wanted for more than a night of fun, he finds he feels worse than before. So, he goes back to his lumpy nest and curls up with Robin, watching cartoons until the world around him numbs enough for him to fall asleep. 

It goes on like this week after week. He’s too tired to watch after the pups in his pack. He doesn’t see how the group has been slowly drifting apart. He knows some of the pups found a new person to idolize. Super senior alpha Eddie Munson is all Dustin can talk about whenever he stops by Family Video. If he could find it in himself to care more, Steve would fight back against the feeling of being replaced. But he doesn’t.

And life goes on.

March of ‘86 rolls around and with it the Upside Down rears its ugly head. Dustin and Max, who’s looking worse for wear, rush into Family Video, talking a mile a minute about how Eddie has gone missing. While he might not be the biggest fan of the guy, he knows the alpha is important to the pups, so of course he agrees to help find him. Besides, the search is a nice distraction from the ever-present ache in his chest.

When they enter Reefer Rick’s decrepit boat house, Steve imagines himself as a Scooby Doo character investigating a haunted old mansion. For the first time since the Fourth of July, he feels a bit like himself again. He’s heckling Dustin, and Max is snarking at them both, while Robin rambles on about the dangers of tetanus. The three of them don’t even notice the saltwater smell of a feral alpha.

Steve’s attacking a tarped boat with a wooden oar when it happens.

Hands grab him, forcing him up against a post. The jagged glass of a broken bottle grazes his mating gland. Distantly, he hears Robin freaking out, while Dustin tries his best to reason with a near-feral Eddie. 

The alpha doesn’t seem to notice the pup. All his focus is trained on Steve, who’s overcome by the smell of ozone and the wide brown eyes staring into his soul.

Slick runs down his legs, soaking through his jeans. He lets out a needy, involuntary whine.  

Madness and longing are slowly creeping into his being, but they feel entirely different than what he’s experienced over the past nine months. He feels like he did when Billy had towered over him in the Byers’ old home but more intense.

Glass breaks the skin on his neck as Eddie starts to rut up against him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his friends advance to help him, but Eddie lets out a sharp growl. He somehow knows that if he could, he would be growling too.

The broken bottle clatters to the ground. The alpha places his arms against the post on either side of Steve, shielding him from his friends. The action makes his knees weak and his head light.

“Eddie, it’s me, Dustin,” the pup says in a calm voice. “We come in peace. Please release Steve, and we can talk.”

Steve has to squeeze his eyes shut in order to force the words out. “No. I wanna . . .”

He nuzzles against Eddie, who’s been scenting him. It’s been so long since he’s felt the care of an alpha, that he loses his train of thought. His mind feels sluggish. His sole attention is on the hard line of the alpha against him.

Robin ushers the pups out, understanding in a way that only a soulmate could, that this is exactly what Steve’s body needs. Later, he’ll figure out a way to thank her. And to apologize for surely scarring her and the pups for life. For now, he nips at Eddie’s musky skin.

With rough hands, Eddie shoves him to the ground. Seams rip as the alpha tears off their clothes. Laid out bare beneath him, the feral beast runs his hands over Steve’s skin, threading his fingers through his chest hair and kneading at the bit of extra omegan fat around his belly.

“Mine.” Eddie’s voice sends shivers straight down to his toes.

Eddie pushes Steve’s knees up to his chest, leaving bite marks that break the skin on his calves and thighs. His heart flutters. Unlike the other alphas he had slept with, who had demanded he present to them, Eddie wants to look him in the eyes and see the pleasure he wrings out of him. The omega swoons.

When he fucks him, it’s rough and desperate and just what he needs to feel levelheaded again. Eddie pounds into him with so much force, he pushes Steve against the weathered floor. His skin catches on each splinter, leaving hundreds of tiny cuts that will make laying on his back uncomfortable for at least a week. The prospect of having lasting marks from their union fills Steve with excitement.

Eddie’s knot expands inside him, filling him with warmth and pups. Before he knows what’s happening, the alpha’s razor-sharp teeth sink into the omega’s mating gland. 

Euphoria rushes through him. Finally, he has someone who will love him the way his inner omega needs and will not leave him.

The alpha presents his neck to him, and he bites down, blood filling his mouth, completing the bond.

And for the first time since July, Steve feels like he can finally breathe. 

[muffinsin]

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You grit your teeth as you notice Cassandra enter the room. It seems, not a single day goes by you’re spared seeing here.

Now, to be quite truthful, you don’t mind seeing her in the slightest. In fact, each time you do, she fuels your fantasies and motivates you, in a way. Motivates you to finish your work in record time to retreat to your room, nice and warm, and most of all; solitary. No other maidens to disturb you.

There, you can replay all moments you’ve seen her, low groans and moans passing your lips as you stroke your cock to alternative ways the day could have gone.

While Cassandra can turn you on like no other, getting you hard and bothered within seconds of being within her proximity, the woman is easily the biggest brat you have ever witnessed.

She’s spoiled and bothersome, playful and bratty in all her ways. She creates more messes than you could ever clean, all while cackling in delight and shooting her bratty smile at you. Her fingers playfully waving you goodbye, her tongue licking across her lips.

She’s fully aware of what a nuisance she is being, and if she was not quite literally one of your employers, her mother technically being the one to have employed you, you would have easily put her back in her place.

Yes, Cassandra turns you on like no other. But she frustrates you like no other, too.

You yearn to grab her by the hair and neck and yank her along, to put her naughty mouth to good use and smear her lips across your cock, to strike the ass she so teasingly shows off when she bends over to inspect whatever mess she’s just made.

You want nothing more than to release these frustrations, to grab her and take her, as rough as you want. You know, the little brat- the little omega- can handle it. It seems, just because you’re the only alpha around and all others lack such a status, she has forgotten herself.

You want nothing more than to remind her of her place. Want nothing than to claim the tempting omega for herself, train and break her into behaving, love and care for her despite the frustration she causes.

You want her to be yours, your very own stress doll, your very own toy, your very own omega.

It only sounds fair to you, given she causes you the most stress of all the residents in the castle.

It seems, today is no different.

You automatically grip the sponge in your hand a little harder, watching her enter the room. Your work is nearly done, with the windows having been cleaned, the vases, statues and shields on the walls polished, the table cleaned of dishes and equipped with napkins, the chairs tucked to it.

Only the floor is left, and only the small bit you’re working on still sports blood.

That is, until she arrived, of course.

Cassandra comes with a body in tow. A deer, maybe? It’s so bloody, you can barely make out what it is. But fury rises on you as she drags it across the clean floor and carpet.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”, she hums, her eyes gleaming. You know, the little brat enjoys making your work even harder than it has to be.

Still, you keep your head down. You figure ignoring her might help. No brat wants to be ignored, and Cassandra certainly shares this want.

You only grit your teeth and grip the sponge tightly, scrubbing harder than necessary when she drags the lump of flesh not only all the way across the room, but also dumps it in the middle of the made table.

“I think Mother’s going to be pretty impressed”, she giggles, poking the dead thing.

Almost done, you’re sure.

You’re sure she’s nearly gone.

Just don’t give in.

Don’t give her attention.

Then, the brat does something she hasn’t done before.

You gasp as her heel connects with your bucket of dirty water, sending it across the floor and carpet.

Something in you snaps. She just ruined hours of your work!

“You stupid little brat!”, you cuss, relishing in her loud gasp when you stand from the ground and grab her wrist.

She’s snarling angrily as you yank her to you, her golden eyes widening when your hand comes up and grabs her jaw so tight you hear her wince.

“How dare you! You serva-Ngnnn!-“

Cassandra gasps when you tug her face forwards again, so her eyes meet yours directly and she is tugged right to your chest. She feels your warm breath on her face, whereas you feel hers.

It seems, only this close does she smell your scent when she inhales. Her eyes widen, even her lazy eye opening up some more at her realisation.

It seems, the unlucky (or lucky, really) brat found herself the only alpha among the staff and decided to mess with her.

“No, how dare you”, you hiss. She growls as you turn her, your movements fast and your hands rough as you spin her and squeeze her jaw. She’s made to look at the mess she’s caused, her eyes wide and heart beating wildly.

Never has anyone dared put her in her place or even snap back at her. Cassandra can’t help the warmth on her cheeks and the annoyingly sticky wetness between her legs.

It seems though, she isn’t the only one.

Behind her, just below your torso, she feels the large bulge in your uniform press right against her lower back. If you didn’t hold her jaw this tight, her tongue would have darted out to wet dry lips again.

“You see what you’ve done? What you always do, you stupid little brat?!”, you cuss. Your cock aches painfully this close up to her. She smells, despite her nature, wonderfully, her perfume rich and blood even more so.

This close up, you too smell the tempting omega.

Cassandra squirms at your words. She’s never been degraded, never been treated this rough. Never did she think it would be this arousing. Never did she think she would finally get a reaction from you.

Letting go of her jaw, you move your hand to her hair and hood and yank.

“AH!”, she yells, her eyes furious. With her head tipped back and her back arched, her ass pressed perfectly against your bulge.

“Ah, so we do have a voice”, you tease, certainly not oblivious to her shocked silence.

“I don’t think so”, you huff, grabbing the woman’s strong, but petite wrists when you see her claw-like nails digging past the glove. You’ve had just about enough of her.

“You’re stupid!”, she eventually snaps back, her hips rolling, her ass rubbing your bulge just perfectly.

You grit your teeth in anger. Briefly, you think about shoving her down and making her take you down her throat. Alas, she has not quite earned this.

Despite both of your words, it becomes increasingly more obvious that you share a common fantasy, a common want.

You tug her harder against you, grinding your hips forth against her moving ones. A sweet gasp is your only answer and you tighten the first holding her hair and hood.

“Do you want this, little omega?”, you coo. She’s snarling angrily at the lack of respect you show her. It’s almost cute, given her position. Tightening your grip on her hair, you thrust forwards at the thought of burying yourself deep inside of her. You’re sure, an uptight little brat like her must feel good, and you’re so painfully tense.

“Give it to me, stupid servant!”, she snaps back. Then, when a yank of her arms and hair reminds her of her place again, her tone drops to a more seductive voice.

“I know you’ve been thinking about it. I have, too. Do you really want to pass up on this fun opportunity?”, she hums. You can’t deny the ache in your balls and the bubbly feeling in your stomach at her words.

Still, you’re not going to allow a bratty, spoiled, little omega to get the better of you.

“As tough as you act, Lady Cassandra”, you sneer, the title spoken with of mockery than respect, “, you’re still just a little omega. And if I don’t claim you now, you will come whimpering to me when your heat makes it unbearable to live without my cum”

Your words hit her hard, a gasp pulled from her as she realises their true meaning. Now that she knows of your status, her inner omega will too. No more heat seasons will go by when she doesn’t think of you, doesn’t yearn for you. She’s found her alpha, as annoyingly dominant and firm as you are.

Still, she can’t deny how good this feels, to be dominated at last, outsmarted and manhandled, scolded and put in her place.

She thinks for a moment, then, at last, tips her head slightly to the side.

You nearly gasp as you watch her slowly bear her neck to you. It seems, your little brat is ready to be yours.

As unbothered as you’d like to act, you can’t. Immediately you lean down to lick across the sensitive piece of skin, her gasps and whimpers only fuelling you.

Your teeth drag against her softly, not yet enough to dig in, not yet enough to taste, not yet enough to claim.

She gasps in surprise when you let go of her hair and push her to the bloodied floor instead.

“Strip, now, little omega. Or I might lose my patience and hold onto what a little brat you are”

You strip out of your blouse easily, the pants of your uniform and your bra still keeping her from seeing what she wants.

Cassandra’s back is turned to you, her hair held carefully in her hands. You scoff, rolling your eyes a little at her.

A brat through and through, yet, you don’t deny her this sweet treatment she’s asking for. You take the strings of her corset and untie them quickly, tugging it from her greedily. With it out of the way, you can finally take the dress from her.

Cassandra moans as she is pulled to you and maneuvered. She feels your hands exploring her body harshly, groping and squeezing while you undress her, betraying your want for her. Never has she been this wet.

Your patience runs thin, yet your need for revenge, to let out your frustrations and put the best in her place wins out. With her dress off you easily yank her bra open and tug her with her.

You pull out one of the chairs at the table and sit, pulling her with you. Despite her underwear, you feel how wet she is, feel as this wetness smears against your thigh.

Your heart beats fast and your cock twitches in your pants, as though eager to reach her. You want nothing more than to bury yourself inside of her, to hump and take her hard and rough against the table, hard thrusts for every bit of frustration she made you feel. A perfect stress doll.

Alas, you calm yourself. You know she is yours, and you intend not to rush yourself. The little omega has no other alpha to take care of her, and even Cassandra hasn’t even spared a thought to other maidens since she laid her eyes on you. You intend to take your time with your brat.

You turn her, your hands holding onto her slim hips. With only a black thong on her, you notice just how thick and soft her ass really is.

Again, you feel yourself throb and ache and tighten your grip on her.

“Bend over”, you hum. A sly smirk forms on her lips.

“Make me”, she whispers, her giggles replaced but a surprised squeak when you push at her back and grip her thighs.

She’s bent perfectly for you, her ass on top of your lap, her hands and fingers digging into the bloodied carpet as if to stop her face from being smudged against it.

Her legs are at your sides, her heels hooked at the back of the chair to keep her in place.

“Hey! What are you doing!”, she snaps when you grip the thong and pull, yet again keeping her in place just as you like it. You tsk at her, then, at last, raise your right hand.

The first slap to her ass goes to her right cheek, loud and hard enough to make her shriek and for the sound to fill the otherwise quiet room.

Another spank follows, and another. Her back is arched perfectly for you, her bottom perfectly in place for you.

She’s fuming below you, her face bright red despite her pale skin, as her ass is slowly adapting the same shade.

Still, despite her bratty complains and pathetic protests about how she does not need a spanking and she will tear you in two, you hear her breathless moans.

Each slap to her ass only makes her moan louder.

Another follows,

and another.

Cassandra moans loudly by the seventh one. Her ass would, if you didn’t hold the thong tightly, buck off your lap. Alas, she’s perfectly in place for you, moaning and whimpering with each spank rightfully delivered to her ass.

You smirk a little at a harder one, right to her sitting spot, that brings forth a louder moan.

Is your little omega a masochist, too? You know of her sadistic side, yet are thrilled to find out about this part of her. You suspect she will enjoy what you have yet in store for her.

“You feel this?”, you hum, your palm coming down to cup her burning cheek. It’s bright red and heating up, even warmer under your throbbing palm.

“This, is because you’ve been such an unbearable brat to me”, you hiss. Cassandra whimpers with every slap that follows, her pale skin turned pink, then to a deep red shade.

She’s whimpering pitifully with each smack to her ass, yet when your fingers move lower and you drag your middle finger through her slit, you find it utterly soaked.

Her slick wetness sticks not only to her pussy but is smeared all the way to her thighs and across your lap, messing the fine uniform you are to wear.

It seems, even when disciplined Cassandra is prone to making a mess. How fitting.

“Have you learned your lesson?”, you ask, your hand reaching down to rub yourself through the pants. You’re painfully hard. You need release. It seems, Casssndra feels the same, her chin messy with drool, her clit aching and pussy yearning for your touch. She’s never felt this way outside of a heat season, never thought she could be made this desperate.

She nods, fast, before speaking when she finds her voice again “Yes, Miss”, she breathes out. Your cock twitches at her words. You wonder what sweet names to address you by you could lure from her.

You let go of her panties and chuckle when they snap back against her red cheeks, then guide her lower half off you. Immediately, she turns to you, her eyes hungry, and desperate.

You aren’t about to deny her or yourself.

Spreading your legs, it’s her turn to play servant and follow a silent command.

Her hands immediately shoot to your zipper, yet a whimper comes from her when you grip her wrists yet again.

“Watch the nails, got it?”, you hum, eying the sharp, claw-like nails painted a deep black. You know if she wanted, she could easily end you with them alone. You know, despite being yours, despite being a massive brat, she is a predator. You just can’t bring yourself to care today, not after the frustration she has made you feel yet again.

Spanking her, it helped, to release your strength and torment her back. Now all you wish to do is to take her hard, over and over and over again until she’s pumped full and the tenseness of your muscles loosens up.

She nods obediently, her eyes set on the bulge presented to her. Immediately when you release her your belt is undone and your pants are tugged off. You help her take off your boxers and moan when, at last, your cock slaps back against your thigh.

She wastes no time at all, shooting forwards and taking you in her mouth. You groan, your hand at the back of her head.

This is how most night fantasies went for you, with the brat shut up by your dick, her ungrateful mouth occupied.

You hold her hair in a tight grip, shivering when her moans around you bring you pleasure. Then, you tug.

She moans and whimpers as she is suddenly made to take the entirety of your cock down her throat, her eyes watering when she is held against you.

Dark golden, teary eyes look up at you, her nose smudged against your lower stomach, her throat bulged, her choker now unbearably tight on her.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think you would cum from this alone.

She squirms and whines, all this shut down when you sling your thigh across her shoulder and keep her in place. With her this close to you, she has no choice but to breathe in your scent, the scent she has been chasing since she has picked it up. Only now she knows it belongs to an alpha rather than a beta, most common among maidens at the castle.

For a moment longer, she manages to breathe through her nose. Then, a laugh of sadistic humor and a vile thought overtakes you.

“Sssshh”, you hum, your free hand snaking down. Her eyes widen when your index finger and thumb shut her nose. Immediately, she begins to gag trying to breathe though her mouth.

You laugh and moan, the hole that is her mouth and throat becoming even tighter. You feel precum drip from you and into her throat, smearing against the back of it where your tip is.

The poor thing is drooling and gagging between your legs. Golden eyes snap open when you release her nose again and she breathes through it. You allow her to pull back, your eyes wide and your cock twitching as it comes out soaked in spit and precum.

“That’s it, that’s how a brat like you ought to look”, you coo. Her light makeup is smeared, her chin and lips slick with drool. She reeks of you, or at the very least, her face does. You moan as she leans forwards and takes you back inside her mouth.

And yet, you aren’t entirely heartless.

You allow the beautiful brunette some release, at least, coming in the form of your leg. With her lips and tongue working around your cock, her legs part and she humps your leg desperately, her wet pussy and uselessly soaked thong smearing against you over and over again.

You know, it won’t get the needy thing off, but it’s enough to give her a taste of what’s waiting for her should she misbehave in the future.

You groan as she licks and sucks, bobs her head and hungrily drinks every sip of precum that drips from you.

You’re still holding onto her hair, yet allow her room to move on her own this time.

In this moment she looks so sweetly obedient, so perfectly trained with her red ass cheeks and wet chin, the puddle of drool underneath it on the floor and the submissive display of her desperate humps against your leg.

You feel pride, having taken and tamed her, claimed your precious omega, the one occupying your thoughts for months, the one frustrating and teasing you, but inspiring you all the same. The one you have been after but denied yourself purely due to her status, yours at last. And yours wholly, soon.

“A-aah, yes, fuck yes”, you groan. She’s taking you deep, her own pussy creating wet squirting noises as it rubs along your leg. You groan at the thought of being inside of her already.

Not wanting to spoil her too much and growing entirely too impatient, you pull her back, her face even more messed than before, her lips parted as she pants. You spot lines of precum on her tongue before she swallows them down.

Obedient, good.

“Up”, you command, humming when she for once simply obeys without opening her mouth again. Cassandra gasps when you grab onto her upper arm again, yet again tugging her along when she takes far too long to follow.

She giggles as you brush the dead lump of bloodied meat off the table, yet her golden eyes widen and she shrieks when you turn her way. Clearly, not all of her bad behavior has been fucked from her, the giggles enough to remind you just how much joy she gets from ruining your work.

Cassandra gasps when she’s bent over the table, her fingers fisting the bloodied napkins. Yet another thing you so carefully laid out, of course.

“Nonono, please!”, she gasps, anticipating the smack to her ass just a mere moment before it comes.

You spread her legs and deliver another just between them, your hardened cock twitching as she cries out and the wet, juicy pussy in front of you turns light pink.

You line yourself up with it, your wet tip pushing the juicy pussy lips aside. She gasps when the head pushes inside.

In a castle full of women, you aren’t surprised she isn’t all that used to taking dick. Still, the little brat has this rough treatment coming.

Cassandra gasps again when you grab her hips, then shrieks when you push yourself fully inside in one go. You feel her stretch around you, feel as you tear her open to get inside.

She’s moaning loudly, her fingernails leaving deep scratches in the wooden table. You couldn’t care less about that now though.

Cassandra groans as her hips are lifted and you begin thrusting, hard and fast like she has been teasing you for hours. She feels your balls slap against her, so full and thick, and feels as though wonderfully torn in two with each of your thrusts.

The table beneath her shakes as she’s sent forth and back with every thrust. She feels warm, wet and tight around you, her pussy milking what her mouth didn’t get from you.

She’s moaning and groaning, a mix of low and loud noises that will surely alert any staff member nearby. She’s taken harder than ever in her life before and she’s loving every second of it.

You feel the tension move from you the harder you thrust into her, her tight pussy taking the brutal pace of your cock perfectly.

You tug her back some more, groaning when the new position allows you to move even deeper inside.

“A-ahaah, yes, yes! Fuck! Mmmmm yes!”, she moans, her back arched for you yet again. Her legs feel shaky already, her whole body buzzing.

You wrap one arm around her stomach, chuckling dryly as you feel the slight bulge form at her lower stomach whenever you push fully inside of her.

Momentarily you watch her other hole, even tighter than her pussy looked, trembling and breathing with each thrust into her soaked hole. It looks almost innocent, and her gasp when you as much as brush your fingertip across it has your hips buck wildly.

Perhaps, another thing you will take from her later.

“Nmmnmn, yes, yes, oh yes!”, she moans, golden eyes fluttering shut as she feels her body wholly submit to you.

Her pussy squelches around you with every push in, her cute legs tremble. You know she’s close, and feel your own orgasm approaching at last.

Feeling her squeeze your cock does it for you, so that you can’t help but push yourself deep inside of her, pumping shot after shot of thick, warm cum inside of her.

Cassandra’s mewling at the foreign feeling, her chest heaving as she cups her own stomach, as though feeling you from the other side.

She relaxes against the table for a moment, then squeals in surprise when she’s pushed forwards again, her head shoved into the bloody tablecloth in the middle of the table.

Clearly, your omega is used the company of betas, sweet beings, yet hardly as enduring as alphas are.

In a split second you’re on top of her, your wet dick slapping against her pink ass cheeks.

You watch as some of her and your cum drools from her, slowly sliding down to her asshole before dripping down to the table below you.

“Ha-aah! Ah!”, she gasps as you flip her and lift her legs up.

It seems, your bratty omega will at last learn what mating is like.

“AH!”, she moans, throwing her head back when you slip yourself back inside of her, the new angle allowing you to push wholly inside.

Your thighs slap against hers with every thrust into her, creating a loud slapping noise you’re sure is not only contained to this room.

She’s moaning and whimpering again, slurring useless phrases you can’t make out.

When you slam down on her, she shrieks, squirming as you take your frustrations out on her full pussy. She’s moaning loudly, flinging her hands around as if trying to hold onto something.

And she does, unfortunately for her, as she grips onto your shoulder, loses her grip and slices her nails right into the skin.

You scream in pain, yet fear is not what you feel. Instead, anger rises in you, so that your thrusts pick up and your balls slap against her ass cheeks roughly.

She snarls as your hand shoots to her neck, strong fingers wrapping around her. She knows you aren’t trying to kill her, which is about the only thing sparing your life. Instead, her hands are restrained with your other hand, her lips parted as she uselessly gasps for breath.

You find, she looks beautiful like this, taking your wet cock and dripping cum down onto the table all the while squirming and gasping for breath you don’t yet grant her.

“Did I not tell you to mind your nails, brat?”, you snarl back at her. She attempts to growl for a moment, a tiny noise made that is cut off entirely when you squeeze harder.

In turn, you feel her pussy tighten around you. Clearly, your masochistic bunny is fond of choking, too. You hum a little, grinding your hips down as you cum again already.

She’s watching you, eyes barely able to stay open as she feels you fill her again.

“Are you gonna be good now? Or must I retrain you like a silly little brat, Cassandra?”, you grunt. When she nods quickly, you ease the pressure at her throat.

Two of your fingers there part, and in the next moment Cassandra already moans loudly when your teeth connect with her skin. For a moment, you taste the foul blood. Then, the sweetness of an omega, the perfection of yours.

She cums as you claim her, her hips bucking underneath you as you bite harder and harder.

“Ha-Ahhh- arder, yes!”, she manages to breathe out, her eyes closing as you lick over the mark left on her. Blood pools at her neck and drips to the side, yet when you take the tablecloth and drag it across her pristine, pale skin there is nothing but a white bite mark left.

She’s shaking below you, her pussy alternating between squeezing you and squeezing out bits of cum to run down her southern parts.

Alas, you are not yet done with your brat.

Cassandra clings to you when you rise from the table, her sharp nails carefully resting along your skin rather than inside of it.

She gasps when she’s slammed against the window, her skin breaking out into goosebumps at the cold surface.

“Fuck you”, she hisses playfully, a little smile accompanying her words. Like this, you find her to be cute, even.

You send her the same sick, playful smile back.

“You’ll live, brat”

You chuckle dryly as you adjust your grip on her, holding onto her hips instead and allowing her legs back to the ground.

Again, you feel as wetness occasionally drips from her as she breathes.

You lick across the mark left on her neck, the undeniable claim you’ve left on her.

Cassandra yelps as you grip her neck again, the yellow choker necklace digging into your palm. “Down, and finish what you’ve started”, you hum.

Again, her cheeks turn a pale pink shade as she lowers herself in front of you, her ass and backside turned to the window.

You exchange your grip for a first full of her hair, somewhat gently guiding her to where you want her.

With her belly full of your cum and her face ruined, her neck marked and every ounce of brattiness fucked from her, you can’t help the urge to keep your omega close to you. To nurture her after the intense workout you’ve put her through, to love and care for her as she is yours.

You have wanted Cassandra for ages, after all, and chuckle a little at the thought of not only having her, but also fulfilling your fantasy of taking your frustrations out on her.

As golden eyes meet yours, you send her a soft smile, chuckling when you get a shy one in return.

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh boy, another reblog lol. (Yes this is how another WIP is slowly developed lmao) So, used WheelOfNames for everyone's dynamics. Would they logically all fit? Nah, but would be how it is irl anyway. You don't exactly get to choose the sex you're born with. Anyway though-

DP Side: Danny: Omega Jazz: Beta Jack: Omega Maddie: Alpha Ellie: Alpha Jordan: Omega

Tucker: Omega Valerie: Beta Sam: Alpha Vlad: Omega

Damon Gray: Beta Maurice Foley: Beta Angela Foley: Omega Pamela Manson: Alpha Jeremy Manson: Alpha Ida Manson: Beta

Wes: Omega Paulina: Beta Dash: Omega Star: Alpha Kwan: Beta Kyle: Alpha Spike: Beta Mr. Lancer: Beta

DC Side: Alfred: Omega Bruce: Omega Kate: Beta Barbara: Alpha Dick: Alpha Cass: Alpha Jason: Omega Steph: Beta Tim: Omega Duke: Alpha Damian: Omega

Barry Allen: Alpha Iris: Beta Wally West: Omega Bart: Alpha

Clark: Omega Lois: Beta Jimmy Olsen: Alpha Connor: Beta Jon: Omega Martha Kent: Alpha Jonathan Kent: Beta

Bizzaro: Alpha Starfire: Beta Roy: Omega

Wonder Woman: Alpha Oliver Queen: Beta Dinah: Alpha Hal Jordan: Omega John Stewart: Beta

Constantine: Omega Zatanna: Beta

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Reminder: This is a majority platonic omegaverse-ish. That plus the fact it was a curse + artifact magic interacting that created the situation means there's not really a lot of sexual discrimination. Is there still individuals who might see themselves better than others

Yeah, that's sadly just how some people are. But is it a big thing? No. Everyone is kind of adjusting to the entire situation that is now the new normal.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pspspsps @golden-buddle @f4nd0m-fun heey mutuals, what do you think of this

Imma do a thing. Because my brain decided it doesn't know which to choose (Play Minecraft or Work on Yet Another Au) so Imma combine them.

Imma play Zawa and based off of what I encounter is what animal characters are mixed with and this can go wrong in no way whatsoever :)

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Negan perked up as he heard the door at the top of the steps open and hurried boots on the stairs. His book dropped down onto his chest. You came through the dim light and stepped into the pool of warm glow from his lanterns.

"Well, hell..." he said, planting his boots on the floor and sitting up on the edge of his cot. His book lay forgotten beside him. "Isn't it a little late to be paying little ol' me a visit, doll? Or, wait—is this a booty call?" he asked, a smirk growing in his face. But his smile quickly faded as he read your furrowed brow. "What is it?" he asked, his tone serious.

"It's the fucking Whisperers," sighed, your eyes closing and your fists gripping tightly around two of the cold, metal bars. "I don't know what to do... I don't—" You broke off and sighed heavily. "I can't sleep. I can't eat. Daryl and Carol are going to get themselves killed..."

Negan rose to his feet and crossed halfway across his cell toward you. Your eyes opened at the sound of his movement and you straightened up and withdrew your grip on the bars. "You want the benefit of my expertise?" He paused and you met his eyes. "Kill them. All of them."

Your eyes narrowed. "Is that what you've learned from all this?" you asked, gesturing to his surroundings. "Really?"

"If I had just put an end to Rick and the rest of you right away, I probably wouldn't be in this cell," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "My philosophy on people being resources really backfired in the end."

You scoffed and stiffened. "Jesus, Negan... You know, I'd be dead then."

He tipped his head to one side and you watched his tongue sweep out over his bottom lip. "An unfortunate side-effect, doll. I'm talking strictly strategy. You can't tell me I'm wrong."

"Well, some of us are trying to do better."

"You really think Alpha and her band of skin-freaks are worth saving?" he asked, incredulous. "After what they've already done?"

"Not Alpha! But some of them—some of them are probably there because they have nowhere else to go. Some of them are still people. I mean look at Gamma. She cares about that baby boy, Adam. We can't just keep fucking killing each other. There will be nothing left!" you said vehemently, pacing a tight circle. "There's already almost nothing left..."

Despite your frustrated and defeated tone, Negan was smiling at you.

"What?" you snapped. "You gonna tell me how naive and stupid I am now?"

Negan shook his head. "No. Actually, I was thinking that I admire you."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, right..."

"No. Really, I do. Somehow, after all the horseshit you've gone through, you're still looking to heal this sick world we're living in."

You crossed your arms and surveyed him, but could feel yourself softening. "Someone has to. We both know you won't do it."

Negan laughed and smiled at you again. "I don't know. You might change my mind yet..."

Prompt: "You want the benefit of my expertise? Kill them."

[mymoodwriting]

Royal Blood

Female!Reader x Alpha!Seonghwa

Genre: A/B/O, Royalty

Warning: Minor Self-Harm, Starvation, Depression, Anxiety, Isolation, Loneliness, Frustration, A/B/O Dynamics, Suppressants, Scent Blockers, Trespassing, Abuse, Gossip, Rumors

Words: 6.6K

Chapter Two

(Prev//Next) (@starillusion13 @yizhou-time @hannahdinse8)

Prompt: You were a princess in name alone. Unable to perform any of the duties that come with the title. It seemed to be your destiny to live a quiet life. That is until you met someone who refused to see you silenced. Perhaps your fate was wrong all along.

A/N: A second chapter so soon, to properly set up the story...

“That insolent little girl!”

Yunho was heading to his library one morning when he heard his mother’s voice. It didn’t sound good, and soon enough he saw his mother with her entourage storming in a familiar direction. Yunho quickly moved to intervene, stopping his mother in her tracks.

“Mother, what’s wrong? It’s far too early in the day for you to be upset like this.”

“The princess is being difficult this morning. She’s refusing to take her medicine.” The Queen sighed. “This is a first for her, but unacceptable nonetheless.”

“Mother, take a deep breath. I will go speak to my sister and take care of this, alright?”

“No, I should do it myself. You shouldn’t be bothered with such trivial matters.”

“It’s alright, mother. I haven’t paid her a visit in a while, so this is the perfect opportunity. Consider the matter resolved.”

“Alright, but do let me know if she causes trouble.”

“Of course, mother.”

Yunho bowed before making his way to his sister’s quarters. He stood outside for a moment. It really had been a while since he last came to visit. In that time things had changed, but at the center of it all the princess was still his younger sister. His arrival was announced and he entered to find a rather unique sight before him. You were lying in bed, hidden under the covers, your breakfast untouched, as was the medicine on your table. Yunho carefully moved it all aside, kneeling next to you and gently pulling back the covers. He could see you were actually fully dressed, and your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

“Y/n, what happened? What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing…”

“I don’t believe that.”

Yunho pulled you up, but he could soon see that you were avoiding his gaze. You looked awful, and he had to know why. This need to make things better for you was rooted deep inside him, and he’s had it all his life.

“Mother was on her way here when she heard you were refusing to take your medicine, why is that?”

“I don’t want it… there’s no point…”

“What are you talking about? I know I haven’t seen you much lately but…”

The situation suddenly dawned on Yunho. Your room was untouched despite you being present, bits of dust starting to build up. Not to mention your clothes weren’t just from this morning, but the smell they gave off revealed you hadn’t changed for at least a day. Bits of your actual scent were seeping through and he had to calm himself. Now that he was really getting a good look at you he could see just how dreadful you truly looked. Yunho reached up to grab your chin, gently encouraging you to meet his gaze. Despite being familiar with your eyes, he could clearly notice the lack of a spark in them now.

“Y/n, what is going on here?”

“I’m-”

“Do not lie to me… please.”

“… I’m not hungry… that’s all… and I-”

“Y/n.”

You closed your eyes, unable to face Yunho. “The Queen has forbidden me from leaving my quarters unless summoned… since I’m not allowed to leave… I see no reason in bothering with food… or my medicine… I’m very much dead to the world… things would be better off if I truly was…”

“That is enough. Do not talk like that.”

“Yunho, just go.” You pleaded, opening your eyes. “You have more important things to worry about right now.”

“Do you think you’re not important to me? You’re my sister, you’re my responsibility.”

“I’m just a burden to everyone in the palace. You’d surely be studying right now if not for me… I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’ll speak with mother about-”

“Don’t!” You grabbed Yunho’s hand. “Not a word about this to the Queen.”

“Y/n-”

“You’ll make things worse… Yunho, please…”

“There’s no reason for you to be locked up here.”

“Yes there is… I keep causing trouble… and the last thing I should be is a concern of yours… you’re going to be king someday soon, you need to focus on that…”

“How could I possibly do that knowing my sister is unhappy and not looking after herself? Hm?”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologizing. If you really want me to stop worrying about you, I need to know you’re okay.”

Yunho brought over your breakfast, grabbing the utensils and holding out some food for you. He gestured for you to eat, and after a moment you caved. He fed you until everything was gone, bringing over your medicine.

“You told me you wanted to live long enough to see me marry and become king, and I want you to live much longer than that. Neither of us can keep our word if you don’t take your medicine and look after your health. So please, drink.”

You met Yunho’s gaze for a moment before taking the medicine. A familiar bitter taste landed on your tongue, but you drank every last drop. Yunho reached over to pet your head, happy to see you doing the right thing.

“You’re not gonna cause any more trouble are you?”

“No! No, not-”

Yunho quickly realized his poor choice of words, placing his hands on your shoulders and hushing you, offering you a smile.

“I meant, you won’t make me worry again, right? You’ll eat and take your medicine, promise?”

“I promise.” You stated. “Just… please don’t question the Queen about my situation… I have plenty to do in my quarters… I’ll be fine… and I won’t worry you anymore…”

“Y/n-”

“Please… I don’t want to be a burden to you…”

Yunho sighed. “You’re not a burden, and I shall let this go for now. I’ll come see you again later today.”

“Thank you. I’ll await your visit then.”

Yunho felt better about the whole situation, petting your head one last time before getting up. Although he lingered for a moment longer.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“When I’m king… things will be different… I promise.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have some faith, and trust me.”

“I always trust you.”

“Thank you.”

♦♦♥♦♦

You honestly felt awful for having worried your brother. You should have known word would spread to him eventually, and he would surely come by to see you. Making him worry about you really was the last thing you wanted to do, so that meant you had to get up. You had to live properly in order for him to focus on the important things. You couldn’t be a reason why he struggled to be king. 

For the last few days you had just been rotting away in bed. Slowly losing your appetite, but it was rather amusing it all came back to you with a simple visit from your brother. You opened up your window, letting the sunlight and fresh air in. The day was a bit gloomy, but you couldn’t let your emotions mimic it. After cleaning up and getting dressed you stepped out into your little garden, along with some paper and paints. It would have been nice if the sun was out, but it was better to take things slow. 

Just because this place was your prison, it didn’t mean you had to be a prisoner. You still had some freedom and Yunho’s words really ignited something inside of you. Despite being the Crown Prince you knew he was still at the mercy of the King and Queen, so he couldn’t do much for you. Yet he expressed to you his desire for change and that was enough to give you hope. So you told yourself to do your best and live well, for his sake.

♦♦♥♦♦

“Jongho.”

“Yes, your highness?”

“Ask Yeosang to stop by princess’ quarters today. I want him to examine her to make sure she’s alright. Then find out why she’s locked up. This is ridiculous, even by mothers’ standards.”

“Of course, your highness.”

After visiting his sister, Yunho continued to his original destination. When he wasn’t in his own quarters, he moved around the palace only with his royal guard, Mingi, and his long time scholar friend, Jongho. He didn’t need anyone else, especially now that he would be spending most of his time in his library. Although Yunho had found himself struggling to study. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would learn from the books in his secret library, but what he had discovered so far was disheartening. His father wanted him to remain silent on the matter and truly think things over. The longer that went on the worse he felt.

It was clear many generations have kept this secret, and they all surely had good reason to. Then again, this particular secret didn’t affect them, it affected him. His father had made his choice and would defend it to the end. Now all Yunho could do was consider why, and try to understand. He wanted change, but he couldn’t just do things impulsively. He had to see the bigger picture and keep in mind what was best for the nation. This frustrated Yunho to no end, making him feel like he was already failing as a king.

“Your highness.” 

Yunho heard Jongho call for him from the library entrance. He made his way out of his secret room, shutting the door behind him and meeting up with his friend.

“Back already?”

“Yes, your highness. Yeosang assured me he would stop by to see the princess before dinner.”

“And the other matter?”

“I spoke with some of the court ladies, and the whole situation seems to be the topic of conversation among them and others in the palace.”

“What happened?”

“You know the Queen does not favor the princess, and would rather she remain hidden. Unfortunately a new lord in the palace, unaware of such things, approached the princess on more than one occasion. When the Queen heard about this she reprimanded the princess and ultimately confined her to her quarters.”

“All because a lord spoke to her?”

Yunho remembered hearing about a lord approaching his sister. He thought it was a joyous thing, not realizing you’d suffer for something out of your hands. Now he understood your reluctance to talk about the incident. This was upsetting news, but he had already promised you that he would not bring this up with mother. The idea of you being locked up in your quarters over something so trivial was cruelly unfair, but he couldn’t do anything about it. At least for now. He could probably find a way to change things if he set his mind to it.

“Who was the lord that approached my sister?”

“Lord Park Seonghwa.”

“Park Seonghwa… the name sounds familiar.”

“He is the son of Minister Park. He has returned to the palace to study under his father, likely to one day take his place.”

“Hm, I suppose we should become acquainted. Would you know where he is at the moment?”

“Many new palace officials attend lectures, it’s likely he will be there.”

“Let’s go. I should make a visit as the Crown Prince.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Yunho had vague memories of meeting Seonghwa back when they were children. Considering he was Minister Park’s son he thought the two would become friends and grow up together, but instead the boy was sent away to study elsewhere. He had to admit he was a bit upset Seonghwa hadn’t made an effort to see him first. Perhaps he was too busy with classes, or didn’t think the two knew each other well enough for such things. Then again Seonghwa had made time to see his sister. Although that was a little more understandable.

Upon arriving at the class area Yunho remained silent as he watched, not wanting to interrupt. He scanned the crowd, seeing all these new faces, but even with many years passing Yunho could still recognize one. When the class ended everyone was dismissed, and Yunho approached Lord Park. He called out his title, getting the young officials’ attention, along with the other next to him, likely a friend. Before Yunho could properly introduce himself the two bowed. His attire did speak for itself.

“Your highness, it’s an honor to meet you. I’m Park Seonghwa, and this is my friend, Choi San.”

“It’s been a long time, Seonghwa. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, you’ve become a great Crown Prince, and I believe you’ll be an even greater King.”

“I would hope so. My associates told me you had returned to the palace a few days ago. If I had known I would have welcomed you sooner.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. It would have been better for me to seek you out, but I found it difficult to find an appropriate time. You shouldn’t have gone out of your way to greet me, I would have figured out a way to you eventually.”

“I’m sure you would. At least you found time to see my sister.”

“The princess, yes. She was very shy and quiet, I hope I didn’t frighten her.”

“She’s alright. There’s no need to worry.”

“Good. Although I haven’t seen her around as of late.”

“She’s busy with her own things.” Yunho smiled. “I have somethings to get back to, but I hope we’ll see more of each other.”

“I’m sure we will.”

With that said Yunho excused himself, wishing Seonghwa and his friend well with their studies. It was nearing the lunch hour so he needed to get back to his library before his court ladies came by and saw he wasn’t there.

“Do you intend to become friends with Lord Park?” Jongho questioned.

“Given who our fathers are, it’s likely we’ll be working together in the future. It’s best we get to know each other now before we find ourselves dealing with a serious matter. Besides, I always thought we’d be friends. There’s no reason why we can’t now.”

“I see.”

“Are you worried? Or perhaps jealous?”

“One more person to accompany you doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

♦♦♥♦♦

“I had no idea you knew the Crown Prince.”

“My father is Minister Park. As you can imagine the Park’s have always been close to the royal Jeong family.”

“Yeah. No wonder you approached the princess.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you not know?”

“Know what?”

“The unspoken rule. Everyone who works in the palace knows of it.”

“Well I’ve been more focused on my studies than gossip. Now, what are you talking about?”

“No one is supposed to approach the princess. They say she’s sick but the Queen doesn’t like her and doesn’t want anyone drawing attention to her. The princess doesn’t even socialize with others. She always stays in her quarters. Except for her walks of course.”

“She hasn’t been on those walks in a while now…”

“Huh?”

“Where did you hear all this?”

“It’s just information that goes around among the people of the palace. Everyone knows, from the court ladies and eunuchs, to the guards and scholars, even the officials know of this.”

“Hm…”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Seonghwa really had no idea about this supposed rule, but he already didn’t like it. He never knew you when you were a kid, but he didn’t recall you ever being ill. All this new information intrigued him, and he wanted to know more. He parted ways with San after class, meeting up with Hongjoong, his personal guard. The two had met as children, but were separated when Seonghwa was sent away. Ever since he was set to return to the palace he was reunited with his old friend, being told the two would remain together going forward. Seonghwa didn’t see the need for a personal guard, but he understood his fathers’ concerns over his safety. If anything, he saw Hongjoong as a friend to keep him company rather than a guard.

“Did you know about the unspoken rule regarding the princess?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me anything when I approached her?”

“You did not know of her identity the first time, so I believed it to be an honest mistake.”

“I knew who she was, Hongjoong, but that doesn’t explain why you said nothing about the matter the second time.”

“Well, considering who your father is, I thought such a thing might not apply to you.” Hongjoong explained. “Apologies. I should have confirmed such things with you first before making assumptions.”

“Hm… do you know where she is? I haven’t seen her in quite a while.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know about the princess’ whereabouts. Besides the unspoken rule, not much else is said about her.”

“Then I suppose I should ask around myself.”

“What?”

“Let’s go speak to some of the court ladies.”

“Lord Park, you can’t just-”

“I’ve told you it’s alright to call me Seonghwa, Lord Park is too formal for us.”

“I still work under your father, it’s my job-”

“You should work for me directly, don’t you think?”

“I…”

“Come on, we’re wasting daylight.”

Seonghwa began walking and Hongjoong was soon to follow. He really did consider the lord his friend, but while in the palace he wasn’t so sure he could act as anything but his trusted guard. The two made their way over to where the court ladies gathered. Of course they drew attention, not necessarily cause they stood out, but because of their good looks. Seonghwa was well aware he had a beautiful face, one he could use to his advantage. He smiled at the ladies and approached, making a few a bit flustered.

“Good afternoon, I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Of course not, how can we help you?”

“I was curious about something, and I figured you lovely ladies could assist me with it.”

“We will do our best.”

“I appreciate that. You see I’m still new to the palace but I’ve heard this rumor, and I’m not so sure about it.”

“Many rumors go around the palace. Which one are you referring to?”

“I’ve been told to stay away from the princess. That no one should be interacting with her, and she should be left alone.”

“Ah, that one. Yes, it’s true. The princess has poor health, so it’s best to keep your distance.”

“I see, although I don’t really know how to distinguish her from any other beautiful lady in the palace.”

“That won’t be a problem though as she is confined to her quarters indefinitely.”

“Pardon?”

The lady gestured for Seonghwa to come closer, intending to whisper something into his ear. Seonghwa smiled and complied, leaning in.

“The truth is the Queen doesn’t favor the princess. When some lord spoke to her a few days ago the Queen got upset and locked her up. So you don’t have to worry about running into her. I’ll be sure to let you know if things change, but that’s highly unlikely.”

“Ah, I see.” Seonghwa stepped away. “Well, at least the princess has her court ladies to keep her company.”

“They only attend to her for daily duties, other than that the princess is alone all day.”

“Interesting. Thank you for the information.”

“Of course. Please let us know if we can help you with anything else.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Seonghwa excused himself, heading back the way he came and Hongjoong coming to his side. The lord was lost in thought, and Hongjoong could see the gears turning.

“You seem bothered by the information given to you.”

“I am. The princess of this nation is left alone without anyone to care for her, does that sound right? She’s being punished for no reason.”

“You’re forgetting about the situation here, Seonghwa.”

“What situation?”

“You’ve lived outside the palace for years, have you ever heard anyone speak of the princess?”

“What do you…”

As Seonghwa thought things over he began to see what Hongjoong meant. He knew of the princess because of his family, but outside the palace it was a different story. Many people would speak of the King, praising him or criticizing him. The same could be said of the Queen. Her elegance and beauty known all over. Most spoke of the Crown Prince in high regard, looking forward to the things he would do once he ascended the throne. Although not once, not even a whisper, was anything ever said about the princess. The people did not know one existed, and even in the palace walls she was a ghost. Forsaken by those who knew her face and name.

“So the princess is ill, and kept away from everyone for her own health. That’s the surface level reason, but everyone knows the truth. The Queen doesn’t care for her own child, and everyone follows suit. That is still no excuse for any of this.”

“Things are different in the palace, Seonghwa. You of all people understand the history of the royal family. For the princess to be ill, it’s shameful.”

“Only because they make it out to be that way. Who says she isn’t strong? How can she be strong when she has no one to support her? She’s alone in the most dangerous place on Earth.”

“The Crown Prince does tend to her, although not as often now given his studies for the throne and upcoming marriage.”

“Precisely. Tell me, does the princess have guards watching over her quarters?”

“No. She’s not a flight risk, nor a target for anyone. Why?”

“I need to pay her a visit.”

“Lord Park!”

“I told you to call me Seonghwa.”

“I forbid you from going anywhere near the princess! You’ve caused her enough trouble as is.”

“Exactly! This is my fault, the least I can do is apologize to her. Properly.”

“Lord-”

“Seonghwa. Call me Lord Park again and I really will start treating you as my guard.”

“I’m supposed to protect you in this dangerous place. Your father entrusted me with your care. If you go near the princess and get caught-”

“I won’t. If I get caught she’ll suffer greater consequences than me. I just don’t want her hating me over an honest mistake.”

“Then write her a letter. Ask one of her court ladies to give it to her.”

“No, an apology like this needs to be done in person. I’ll visit her tonight.”

“Tonight? Are you intending to-”

“You be my look out. I promise I won’t take long.”

“Seonghwa, you can’t be serious!”

“I am. So be ready.”

♦♦♥♦♦

You spent your whole day out in your garden, passing the time by painting. You’d focus on certain flowers and paint them as best you could. Your lunch was served to you out there, and you shared a few pieces with a bunny that had been around. It wasn’t until late in the evening that you had a guest. One you had been expecting since morning.

“Hello, princess.”

“Doctor Yeosang, what a surprise. I figured my brother would send you eventually.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’ve already been by for my weekly check-up, and my brother was here earlier worrying about me. It’s only natural he’d send you.” You offered a smile. “I’m fine though.”

“If you’re so certain then I can do a quick examination and be on my way.”

“Sure.”

Yeosang settled down next to you in the garden, holding your attention for a moment while he went about his usual duties.

“You shouldn’t skip meals. Or your medicine.”

“I know. It was foolish to throw a tantrum at my age.”

“Perhaps, but I understand why you did it. This is unfair but you shouldn’t do something that only hurts you.”

“Even if that was my intention… my brother was still affected by my actions. I didn’t want to cause him trouble and yet here I am doing exactly that.”

“You know he doesn’t see you as troublesome.”

“But I certainly can be at times. Especially when I don’t think about how my actions affect others…”

“I doubt he’s mad at you for any of this. So don’t beat yourself up over it either. It’s in the past, and I’m sure you’ll do better going forward.”

“I’ll certainly do my best.”

“That’s the attitude you should have.”

“My ears are burning, so you two must be talking about me.”

You and Yeosang looked over to see Yunho entering the garden. A smile appeared on your lips and you got up to greet your brother. He pulled you into a hug, which you thought was very strange, until he made a comment on your scent.

“You smell clean.”

“Ya! Of course I bathed!”

“Just making sure.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Not at all.” Yunho chuckled. “How is she, Yeosang?”

“In good health, your highness. I wouldn’t recommend skipping meals again.”

“Did you hear the doctor?”

“Loud and clear. I won’t do that again.”

“Good. Since it’s already late, why don’t we have dinner together?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have things-”

“I’ve set aside time for you. There is nowhere else I have to be.”

“Ah, in that case, I’d love for you to join me for dinner.”

“Excellent. You should stay too, Yeosang.”

“I would love to, but I do have another patient to see tonight.”

“Very well, if you’re all done here, I won’t keep you.”

“Thank you. Have a good evening, your highness.”

Yeosang bowed and excused himself. You would have liked to enjoy dinner outside, but you certainly shouldn’t make the Crown Prince look strange as you knew word of tonight would go around the next morning. You both went inside, dinner being brought over a while later. You told Yunho about your day in the garden. It was all exciting to him as he spent his whole day in his library.

“If you’d like, I could come visit you everyday.” Yunho suggested. “Keep you company since you can’t take your walks anymore.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to keep you from your studies. I’ll be alright, Yunho.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Speaking of, how have you been with your studies? Anything interesting?”

“I’d say so… but it’s mostly family history, and rather boring.”

“You need to study all that to be king?”

“I need to know about the previous kings to better understand what is expected of me.”

“Everyone knows you’ll be a great king. You’ll do well with your studies too. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”

“As long as you take care of yourself, that’s the biggest help for me.” Yunho reached over to pet your head. “Likewise, if you need anything from me, just let me know. You can always send a message to Jongho if you can’t reach me.”

“I know, thanks.”

After dinner Yunho stuck around a little while longer, but eventually it was time for him to leave. He was well aware you were tired, and wanted you to get some rest.

“Will you be going to bed too?”

“Unfortunately I still have some things to do.” Yunho mentioned. “But don’t worry, I won’t be up too late. So you sleep well.”

 “Alright, good night.’

“Good night, y/n.”

You saw Yunho off before getting ready for bed. Even if the day had started off a little rough, it could end on a better note. Perhaps better than you originally thought.

♦♦♥♦♦

Seonghwa wasn’t kidding when he said he would visit the princess. The whole ordeal had been driving Hongjoong insane, and once night fell he knew where to find his ward. Of course he didn’t come alone.

“Wooyoung?” Seonghwa questioned. “What are you doing here?”

“If you insist on doing such a thing.” Hongjoong explained. “I figured two look-outs would be better than one.”

“Ah, see, that’s the spirit. Thank you, Hongjoong.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“Are you really going to sneak into the princess’ quarters?” Wooyoung asked. “Are you two secret lovers?”

“I won’t be too long, hold this.”

Seonghwa handed Hongjoong a bouquet of flowers and then began scaling the wall. Of course there may not have been any guards present, but the entrance had been sealed. It was late in the night that most in the palace were asleep, but a locked door wasn’t going to stop him. Once he was at the top he asked Hongjoong to pass him the flowers.

“Alright. I’ll be back.”

With a smile Seonghwa jumped down into the princess’ quarters. It may have been night, but the light of the moon illuminated his path. He took a moment to look at his surroundings, rather amazed by the beautiful garden he found himself in. There weren’t just flowers, but there also seemed to be some vegetables. He certainly wouldn’t except this of the princess, but it was a welcomed surprise. He carefully made his way over to the little house. It wasn’t his idea to break in, so he looked for a window. He quickly discovered none of them were locked, so he carefully pushed them open to see inside. Then he found his target.

As he opened a window he could see a sleeping form in the room. For a moment he watched the blanket rise and fall peacefully, seeing that the princess was asleep. He almost felt bad waking her, but he was here for a reason. Seonghwa began whispering to the princess, trying to coax her to wake up. After a while he saw movement, getting excited. He continued with his coaxing and set the flowers down by the window. He saw the princess sit up, looking around before spotting the open window. It seemed she was still half-asleep as she crawled over to the window, not having noticed him.

“Huh… why are there- AH!”

For some reason you had woken up at night, and then noticed a chill in the air. You looked over to see your window open and crawled to it. That’s when you noticed the flowers, and then someone right outside your window. You screamed, now wide awake. The person outside was quickly apologizing, trying to get you to quiet down. It took a moment but then you actually recognized them.

“You!”

“Ah, you remember me, that’s good.”

“How did you get in here!? What are you doing here!? I’m going to-”

“Princess, I’m here to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“Yes. I know I’ve done it so many times already but… I didn’t realize you’d suffer so harshly for my words.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“It is, princess. You can blame me for this. I didn’t know there were rules pertaining to you, if I had I would have been more careful.”

“Like sneaking into my quarters at night?”

“Perhaps… I truly am sorry, I didn’t think this would happen.”

“Well, I’m sure the Queen would have found a reason to do this eventually.”

“Is your mother really not kind to you?”

“What reason would she have to be?”

“Because you’re her daughter. That’s reason enough, isn’t it?”

“She wishes I wasn’t… things would have been better that way too…”

“Don’t say such things. You are a princess.”

“In name alone. I can’t really do much.”

“I’m sure there are many things you can do. I saw your garden, I presume you tend to it yourself?”

“I do.”

“It’s quite beautiful. More beautiful than the royal garden.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“But I would. You see the royal garden is taken care of by many out of necessity, but yours, you tend to this garden here with love and care. That’s what makes it so beautiful. Which makes me feel like the flowers I brought are inadequate to give you, but will you still accept them?”

The lord picked up the bouquet and held out the flowers to you, a big smile on his face. You stared at them for a moment, a little in awe at the situation before you. This was likely the first time anyone had given you flowers. You returned the smile and reached for the bouquet.

“Lord Park, was it?”

“Seonghwa, you can call me Seonghwa. Although I must ask, I don’t believe I ever had the pleasure of knowing your name.”

“Ah, it’s y/n.”

“Hm, just as beautiful as I imagined.”

You chuckled. “Tell me then, Seonghwa, how is the palace? Now that you’ve returned from the outside world.”

“Honestly, it’s not quite what I thought. As I walk the halls and take it all in I certainly feel something is missing.”

“What would that be?”

“The presence of a beautiful princess.”

“Oh please, you don’t need to say such things. You just sound foolish.”

“Perhaps I am, but I will say such things regardless. It really would be nice to see you around the palace more often.”

“Don’t hold your breath. If the Queen found out I was roaming around I’d be scolded immediately. I really have no reason to be in the palace, so it’s best if I just stay here.”

“Then perhaps… would you allow me to visit you again sometime?”

“Do you intend to scale my walls again in the middle of the night?”

“It’s the only way to see you without getting you in trouble, so yes, with your permission of course.”

“…”

“Think it over. I’ll come by in a few days. Good night, y/n.”

“Good night, lord- I mean, Seonghwa.”

“Sleep well.”

Seonghwa took the initiative and shut your windows for you. Although you could still hear him sneaking away, giggling to yourself. You stared at the flowers in your hand, still in disbelief these were for you, and all the effort Seonghwa went through just to deliver them along with his apology. Besides that you realized how nice it was to hear your name spoken by someone who wasn’t your brother. It sounded sweet. You weren’t so sure you’d mind if he made more midnight visits, the little bit of company could replace your walk, perhaps even make you happier than before. You laid back down in bed and set the flowers down at your side, staring at them again. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad being confined to your quarters after all.

♦♦♥♦♦

Seonghwa stole a flower from the garden before making his escape. He hadn’t heard anything from his guards so he figured everything was alright. Once he landed on the outside he saw Hongjoong approaching him.

“Everything went well, so-”

It didn’t take long to realize Hongjoong wasn’t alone. Right behind him was Wooyoung and a gentleman he recognized to be his father’s guard.

“Ah… let me guess… my father wants to see me?” Hongjoong nodded his head. “Well, let’s not keep him waiting much longer.”

Seonghwa could just imagine the earful that was awaiting him. When he arrived at his father’s chambers he announced himself before entering. It was just the two of them in the room. After bowing Seonghwa took a seat, choosing not to start with an apology for his actions. He wanted to see where this went first. For a moment things were silent as his father stared down at a book, then he put it down and looked up at his son.

“How are you adjusting to the palace?”

“It’s not difficult to navigate. All my classes are simple, and I don’t think there will be an issue with getting used to the atmosphere. I won’t cause you any problems, father.”

“Is that so? Then what were you doing in the princess’ quarters at this hour?”

“I was merely paying a visit in order to apologize for my actions.”

“Don’t you think you’ve caused her enough trouble?”

“So you’re aware of what I’ve done.”

“Everyone in the palace knows of a lord approaching the princess and making a fool of themselves. Twice. Only a handful know it was actually you, and understand the honest mistake. You are a Park after all, socializing with the royal family isn’t unheard of. Although I don’t understand why you’d go out of your way to see her once more.”

“As a gentleman I should apologize properly for my mistakes. She wound up confined to her quarters because of my actions, she should know I didn’t mean her harm.”

“That’s irrelevant. You won’t be seeing much of her anyway, so don’t waste your time. If you get caught anywhere near her again-”

“She will suffer more than I, and I have no intention of making things worse for her.”

“Good. Then the matter is settled. Focus on your studies, and when the time comes I’ll have you working with-”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Hm?”

“I’ve returned to the palace with my own goals, father. I don’t really intend to follow in your footsteps.”

“What are you talking about? The Park family have been advisors to the royal family for generations. It’s an honor.”

“It’s a disservice. We study about matters regarding the nation just as much, if not more, than those who take on the throne. Yet we are nothing but advisors? I’ve actually lived outside the palace and have come to know more about the people and the nation than the King.”

“That’s enough! Do you have any idea what you’re talking about?”

“You’ve given your whole life to the King, our family has for generations, and I have no plans of doing the same. We are owed so much for what we’ve done for this nation.”

“And what exactly do you think you are owed?”

“You know what I speak of father.”

“Do I? Is this why you keep bothering the princess? You intend to court her and become the King’s son-in-law?”

“You underestimate me.”

Minister Park laughed. “You are quite ambitious my son, I am glad to see that, but we both know this desire for the throne is a delusion. Is this what you’ve learned outside the palace? That anyone can be King?”

“Perhaps I’d share in your ideals if I had been raised in the palace by your side, but that is not the case.”

“If you think the princess is a means to attain the throne, you really have learned nothing. She is ill, her time in this world will likely be short. She cannot help you.”

“All she has to do is bear a child. A prince favorably, but even a princess would do.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Any child birthed by the princess is a direct descendant of the King, and thus has a claim to the throne. If something were to happen to the Crown Prince then-”

“Silence! What you so boldly dare to imply is treason. I will not allow you to embark on such a dangerous and fruitless endeavor over something you have no claim over.”

“You misunderstand me, father. I do not tell you this to ask for assistance. I’m telling you to stay out of my way.”

“If I discover you go anywhere near the princess again, if you get brought to the King for any matter concerning the princess, I will disown you.”

“I’d expect nothing less of you, father. You care more for the Park family reputation than your own son. I shall take my leave now.”

Seonghwa stood and offered his father a bow. He was certain his father would not rest easy for the next few days, but that wasn’t his concern. As he was about to step out he stopped to admire the walls.

“You know, when I was little I thought the palace would be my home. I wasn’t happy that you sent me away, saying it was for my own good. I didn’t really understand it then, nor do I understand it now.” Seonghwa sighed. “I’m well aware I’d have to take matters into my own hands to get what I deserve. This place was always supposed to be my home, and I will make it so. Good night, father.”

[kitchenisking]

Day 3

The Pot Of Gold At The End Of The Rainbow by TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving - (Rating: T, Words: 8,881, sterek)

Stiles meets his first Hale when he's seven, and the most important Stilinski-Hale twenty years later.

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In which Derek's family meets the love of his life years before he does, but Derek still gets the better end of the bargain.

As You Lay Dying by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,360, sterek)

Seven excruciatingly long days since Mexico: Take Two, and Stiles still couldn't get the sound of Derek's breath rattling wetly in his lungs out of his head. He heard it in his sleep, over the the pounding rain and the sound of Malia breathing softly beside him. He heard it when he was wide awake, over the din of crowded hallways and classrooms, cutting through the noise of the last lacrosse game of the season and the bustle of the locker room.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours, give or take, and Stiles had yet to wipe the sight of a bloodied and dying Derek from behind his eyelids. He saw it with every blink and sometimes even when his eyes were open and each time it made his chest feel like it was caving in.

Soulsick by theroguesgambit - (Rating: T, Words: 3,476, sterek)

Derek loathes this idiot of a soulmate, whoever they are. For not coming to Stiles’ call, for being too useless do just to this one simple thing, for failing Stiles, proving how utterly unworthy they are before they’ve ever met him. -- Stiles is cursed with a disease that will eventually destroy his soul unless his soulmate helps strengthen it. The pack performs a ritual to call his soulmate to his side. But days pass and no one appears... 

Maybe they're already here?

Making love is how we'll pray by lanalua - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,742, sterek)

Stiles and Derek perform a ritual in the woods.

In a Moment of Vulnerability by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 87,097, sterek)

While in New York City to visit his aspiring and success-hungry friend Scott, who left for an internship he fought for over several years ago, Stiles runs into an alpha with a devilish reputation and a dark, tantalizing look that precedes him. Couple that with horny loneliness and failed suppressants, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for a one-night stand that will set the bar forever.

But what if forever isn’t something that the one person you’ve given yourself to wants? What if a forever is somehow growing inside of you after a few months pass and a planned heat is missed? What if you don’t know what to do and there’s only so much chocolate that can soothe an aching heart before you feel like you've got morning sickness all over again?

This is a story about how Stiles loses his virginity alongside himself, and somehow, he manages to find something he never thought he’d ever have along the way.

Looking forward by Smowkie - (Rating: T, Words: 6,953, sterek)

Derek’s cabin was small. Tiny, even. He liked it, sometimes he missed having a big house, like the one he had grown up in, but the cabin was good, comfortable, and he, well, it was somewhere to hide, somewhere no one would find him. Somewhere no one would bother him.

He was happy, though, sort of. Happier than in a long time, he had a comfortable little home, lots of land he could run on—and he did, shifted to his full wolf form and ran for hours, it was wonderful—and his life wasn’t bad at all.

Then one day, the 21st of December on his second year living there, Stiles came to visit.

Written for the prompt cuddles in a power outage.

I Want You to be Happy by lvmehtme - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,851, sterek)

Stiles' dad has finally founds someone and the way he looks at her like she hung the moon and the joy in his every smile after all these years is worth everything that she does to him in the dead of night when no one's looking.

I'm giving everyone a fair warning right now, there's statutory rape and psychological trauma in this fic. It ends happy, but it does get graphic. Please proceed with care.

loyalty. courage. integrity. by redhoodedwolf - (Rating: G, Words: 707, sterek)

“Derek what the fuck!”

“Hard first day?” Derek guessed. He pushed himself forward and extended a hand towards Stiles. “You can vent, I have time to listen.”

Little Kid Crush by orphan_account - (Rating: T, Words: 5,052, sterek)

“What’s your name?” Derek asks, wiping the last of the tears off the kid’s face with his sleeve.

“’tiles,” the kid mumbles, and Derek frowns, wondering if he heard correctly.

“Tiles?” Derek repeats.

“Stiles,” the kid repeats, pouting at Derek slightly, defiant even though his eyes are still puffy and red and his cheeks tear-stained.

Witches Wrath by alikatastic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,063, sterek)

Derek is cursed by witches giving him a hard problem. Nothing works, not cold showers, not his hand. He goes to Stiles for help, and the great friend he is Stiles won't turn him away.

[katyawriteswhump]

Omega Found, Omega Lost, part 1

Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 1/5; WC: 2372 Rating: M (will be E in later parts); Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. For whumptober 2024, day 1 prompts: race against the clock, search party, panic attack.

Summary: Newly presented Omega, Steve, gets lost in a storm while out searching for Dustin. Unclaimed and un-mated, he's vulnerable to any predatory Alpha... but he can trust Eddie Munson, right? Whump, whump, whump but also shameless fluff!

Billion x thank you to @wheneverfeasible who kindly enabled the omega-verse fun <3<3<3

Chapter 1: Race against the clock (also here on Ao3)

Steve parked up on the edge of the forest and wandered out, wondering which of the noisy search parties he should tag along with. Icy drizzle lashed his glowing cheeks. The skies churned with clouds that resembled purple-black bruises. The winter storm brewing was nearly as intense as the shitstorm over the missing pups.

"Steve?” Chief Hopper left the group he’d been bossing around and thundered over. “What the hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Steve wrapped his arms tight around himself. Being yelled at by the most Alpha Alpha in the town pack was super-scary. He lifted his chin defiantly. "Dustin is my friend. I can’t stay on the bench for this."

"Don’t be a fool. Loan Alphas roam these woods at night. You know that, kid. You fall out of step, get left behind? You’re a stripling unmated Omega—you do the math.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lone Alphas are animals who’d as soon spit-roast me alive as hump me. I’ve heard the scary bedtime stories so many times they genuinely make me doze off. Anyhow, they’d be freakin’ brain-dead, evolutionary full-stop Alphas to be skulking around for kicks on a night like this. 

Steve didn’t say any of that, of course. He mumbled towards his boots, “I could come with you?” 

"I can't be looking out for Hawkins’ mouthiest, most hothead Omega, when…"

Steve was never going to win. Even his trump-card reason for joining the search—the walkie-talkie he’d been trying to contact Dustin on for hours—was summarily dismissed.

“We have Lucas’s radio,” said Hopper. “He’s helping with the search.”

“Sinclair? Seriously?” Steve barely kept the whine from his voice. “He’s a pup! Look, I can take care of—"

"Omega, go home."

Steve’s breath jammed in his lungs. Hopper’s deep rumbling growl was pretty much inarguable. As was the arm Hopper slung around him to guide him back toward his car.

Steve drove off. He was so goddamn frustrated, and the worry inside him made his stomach churn as wildly as the clouds. He was nearly home before he slammed to a halt, tyres screeching and skidding.

Screw them all! He was an Omega, not a freakin’ pushover, plus there were pups in danger. Okay, not his pups, and in fact only a few years younger than him. That was total irrelevance. It was his duty as much as anybody’s to look out for them. In fact, presenting as Omega had been a goddamn relief, explaining a lot about his protective instincts toward younger kids.

Oh, and also about Eddie Munson, who’d presented as Alpha the year before Steve presented Omega. 

Simply thinking about Eddie stirred something wild in the pit of his belly. Eddie had been hitting on him, and yeah, Steve was interested. But was Eddie serious?

Eddie Munson never seemed quite serious about anything. Plus, Steve’s parents totally didn’t approve of him… and Steve had no capacity to worry about that mind-fuck tonight.

Dustin was missing. Obsessing over Eddie was making him confused and even more stressed-out, when he ought to be super-pumped to find his younger friend.

He drove back to the fringes of the forest then retrieved his walkie-talkie from the glove compartment. He wrapped himself up in woolly mittens and a scarf—newly knitted by his dad, so it was soft and springy and smelled comfortingly of home—and stomped off in the direction of Skull Rock. He’d a hunch that Dustin was with his girlfriend, so there was a small chance they’d moseyed in that direction, and then…

…Christ, he couldn’t bear to think what might’ve happened.

Steve gritted his teeth against the biting wind. Under the twilight, the fresh snow looked magical, like sweet frosting on the naked branches. He didn’t enjoy it for long. Soon, he waded through drifts that rose to his knees, the dampness soaked through his clothes and seeped into his bones. 

Worse, he wasn’t sure where he was.

He got out his flashlight. Dammit. He figured he knew this part of the forest like the back of his hand. Everything looked crazily different in the snow.

His breath grew short, and the cold burned his chest. Crap, he was scared, but he couldn’t surrender to it. He pulled out his walkie-talkie, removed his mittens to work the thing: “Dustin? Do you copy, you little shit?”

“Steve? Yeah! I copy! Holy crap, you have literally no idea! I’m fiiine, but there was this mammouth search, and…” Fuzzy white noise interrupted Dustin’s voice. Steve caught more snatches: “Suzie… cake… hot chocolate…” 

More white noise. Then nothing. Steve dialled madly, seeking an open channel.

“Dustin? Dustin! Anybody? Do you copy? What the heck? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Please, come back!”

His radio was dead. Totally dead.

“Shit… Shit!”

The cold stiffened his fingers, hampering his efforts to get it working again. Night shrouded the forest completely, save the occasional flash of a near full moon between the fast-moving clouds. 

Oh God. Oh God. This isn’t happening. I’ve got to get home. I’ve got to get home! 

He pulled his mittens back on, smothered his face in his sodden scarf. He could barely glean the reassuring scent. Madly waving his flashlight around didn’t help, as the snow had healed over his footfalls already. Rooting himself to the spot, his mind began seizing up.

Oh help! Oh God… I can’t… can’t! Not by myself… I can’t… I need… Oh shiiiiiit!

Eddie Munson popped into his head.

Which was kinda screwball, but he’d take it. It wasn’t exactly a vision of Eddie, more of a feeling: an idea of Eddie’s body enveloping him, which set warmth glowing beneath his chilled skin. Steve wiped his eyes, shook himself as if waking from a dream. 

Deep breaths. You can do this, Harrington.

The wind had been behind him on his way, right? Okay, so he had to fight against it to return to his car. He set off, wishing the nasty-ass air would stay still, rather than battering him with slap after slap, much like his increasingly negative thoughts: 

Oh Jesus, he was an idiot! 

He couldn’t even follow his Omega instincts correctly without screwing the hell up. Maybe it would be different if he had an Alpha who wanted to mate with him, rather than dumb teen crushes. If he had a nest of his own, to feather for his pups. Oh God! Was he gonna freeze to death, or…

Oh, shit, shit, shit!

When he was home and safe, it was easy to laugh off scare stories about rogue Alphas. Right now, all he could think of was Tommy H, cackling in his face when he’d first presented Omega:

“You are gonna fuck this up so bad, Harrington. You’re such an airhead, you’ll wind up chained in some cave, breeding machine and fuck toy, till you’re not so pretty, and then…”

SNAP!

For a fleeting heartbeat, the sound alone shocked Steve, ripping him from his fearful thoughts.

Then the searing pain in his ankle tore up his leg and spine, and all but fried his brain.

He collapsed onto his butt in the snow, dropping his flashlight. He blinked through the gloom at the snare around his outstretched left leg. He’d walked straight into an old hunters’ trap or…

Maybe this is how those lone Alphas snare their victims?

The pain gathered pace, forcing him into gasping sobs. He was so cold. So scared. No more than a husk of quivering flesh. He huddled into a ball, small as possible, apart from his trapped and bleeding leg. It felt like every nerve and tendon was being ripped and chewed, over and over, by razor-sharp teeth, while cold gnawed hungrily through the rest of him.

When he tried to think, panic throttled him afresh. All he could do was feel, and all he felt was the all-consuming scorching of the fire and the ice, and… something else… another unendurable agony… a desperate yearning:

Please, Eddie… Alpha… Help me?

…

A strange gut feeling propelled Eddie to go open the door of the trailer. 

Fuck, it was cold! He stepped out, closed the door behind him, and squinted into the darkness. 

To be fair, Eddie liked the snow, and he never felt the cold or the heat too bad. Something about growing up in the trailer, he guessed—ball-shrivelling frigid in the winter, and sweatier in the summer than the contents of his snuggest leather pants.

Then Eddie smelt it, striking through the icy air like lightning. 

Fear. Blood! An Omega in trouble? Yes. And not just any Omega. This was the Omega he’d been crazy about for months. Okay, yeah, Steve had been playing kinda macho, hard to get. On the other hand, Eddie perceived that, deep down, Steve was plain scared of him, and he wasn’t sure how to make that right.

He nearly fled straight into the forest. Then he checked himself and went back inside to throw on a warm jacket and grab a flashlight. Steve was in trouble, crying and vulnerable. Eddie had to find him before some meathead Alpha—or lowlife Beta—got their filthy claws into him.

“Hold on, Baby. I’m a comin’.”

The journey passed in a blur. He muscled his way through the snow like he was the goddamn Hulk, not a rookie Alpha of barely a year, with a slender-for-an-Alpha frame. Before long, the scent that drew him grew overwhelming. Steve’s for sure. Blood, tears and naked fear dampened his usual delicious musk, which was like bananas and cream mingled with something even more potent and “grabby-handy.” 

Yup, Steve usually smelt as addictive as the finest weed he’d ever supped.

Eddie now stood dead still. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled, while he swept his flashlight beam across the snow, and then, “Steve!”

Eddie flung himself forward to where Steve was huddled. The white stuff smothered Steve so completely that, without the scent, Eddie could’ve missed him. Eddie dumped his flashlight and blanketed himself around Steve, shielding him from the storm. Steve tensed, whimpered, and struggled slightly, almost elbowing Eddie off. Eddie braced him tighter, rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Sssssh, it’s okay, Baby. It’s me. It’s Eddie. I gotcha, I gotcha.”

It pained Eddie to unwind himself even as far as he needed to examine the terrified Omega.

“H-hurts,” whispered Steve, curling into Eddie, burrowing his face into Eddie’s chest. Eddie carefully roamed his hands down Steve’s body, checking for injuries.

His gaze alighted on the dark stains in the snow around Steve’s ankle.

And the metal hunter’s snare, lying by Steve’s leg and half-lost in a drift.

Steve’s hands were bare and bleeding too. Obviously, he’d somehow pried the thing off. Eddie’s blood boiled, while a terrible collapsing sensation in his chest seemed to tell him he’d failed already. 

“P-please don’t eat me,” Steve murmured. “Please help me.”

“Stevie?” He touched his knuckles to Steve’s pale cheek, captured a gaze fogged with pain and fear. “Look at me! Hey? Not gonna hurt you. Jesus, you know that, right?”

Steve kinda nodded, comprehension glinting, then his face crumpled completely, and he started to weakly cry. Eddie folded him against his chest, trying not to move his injured leg then gently tucked Steve’s injured hands under the folds of his jacket.

He must stop any bleeding, and get Steve out of here before he froze to death. The wind whooped ever harder through the trees, the snow battered them in horizontal gusts, and worse, Eddie was rattled, too.

Eddie Munson had never been a hero. 

Right outta the gate, this lousy, hierarchical world had conditioned him to be an outcast, a reject. A nothing. On the other hand, presenting as an Alpha had made some sense to him. After all, each time the world dealt him a crappy card, which was pretty much every day, he’d always been able to flip the bird and cackle like a maniac in its force-conformity face.

Right now, though, he was bordering on losing his shit. And Alphas weren’t supposed to do that, right?

Focus, Munson. First, you need to calm and comfort him.

He gathered Steve closer, so the Omega was huddled halfway into his lap, his head tucked on Eddie’s shoulder. Then Eddie dipped to rub his face in the curve of Steve’s neck—yup, right on that tantalizingly unbroken mating gland—dousing him in his scent. All the while, he shushed and soothed him, till Steve’s whimpers disintegrated into soft sighs.

Then he kept on gently rocking and cuddling him.

Steve’s breaths beat against Eddie's throat, and he sensed the too-fast patter of the Omega's heart. Boy, Steve aced at presenting tough. Right now, stripped bare, Eddie saw only how goddamn fragile he truly was.

“Thank you, Alpha,” murmured Steve, startling Eddie, “D-doesn’t hurt so much. Not c-cold anymore. Can’t feel my leg.”

Okay, that was a touch disturbing.

Once again, Eddie forced himself to focus. Which was harder than ever. This was the first time any Omega had called him Alpha, let alone one he was dippy about. If things were different, he’d have been howling ecstatically toward the next glimpse of the moon. Oh, and revelling in Steve’s ethereal prettiness, the shadow of those long lashes across his porcelain cheek, and the faintest vibration of the Omega’s purrs.

There was also the problematic fact that his knee-jerk notion of ‘comfort’ had been to douse Steve in his scent.

Good call, Munson. Douse first. Think later. When your dick’s gonna do most of the thinking for you.

Nope. This wasn’t a good time for his inner Alpha to dump him with a boner: “Okay, Baby, I’m gonna bind up your ankle, and then I’m gonna get you home.”

“Too tired. Want to sleep here. St-stay here with you.”

Yeah. Then we both die, Sweetheart.

Eddie pressed his lips to Steve’s temple. He thumbed Steve’s damp hair from those huge, befuddled eyes, and let his more protective Alpha instincts lead him:

“You gotta stay awake, Omega,” he growled. “Your Alpha is gonna take care of you, but you gotta come with me and do exactly what I say.”

Chapter 2 on tumblr Chapter 2 on AO3

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: E-Vite 4/20 [A New Hire interlude]

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Mob!Ari Levinson x Naive!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 4,382

Summary: Ari’s mate finds herself invited to a brunch featuring more than just bottomless mimosas. 

Warnings: 18+ Only, Drugs, Recreational Drug Use,  Mob AU, Age Gap, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Ari, Darkfic, Breeding, Smut, MINORS DNI, Dead dove: Do not eat

A/N: i’m so sorry this is so late! but (i hope) it’s worth it! takes place roughly a week or so before reader and Ari leave for Paris. a little character development i think you’ll all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics​. dedicated to @cocobutterqwueen​, who prompted this work ❤️

This work is entirely unbeta’d, and unedited. Though I don’t own any of Marvel’s characters, this work and the plot contained inside are entirely mine. I do not consent for this work to be posted anywhere else by anyone but me. Enjoy 😘

You purse your lips, your brows drawing together critically as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You heave a dissatisfied sigh, brushing imaginary dirt from the hem of your white tennis skirt. 

 “Too much?” You mutter, rocking back and forth on the heels of your matching ivory sneakers. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” The silver charms on your bracelet jingle softly as you begin wiggling out of your skirt, trying to undo the hook-eye closure on the back. You aren’t expecting to see your mate there, leaned in the doorway of the walk-in closet with an amused smile playing at the edges of his full lips. 

 “Third outfit in fifteen minutes, Sweetheart. You nervous?” There’s a teasing note in his voice that makes you pout, shaking your head even though it’s obvious he’s right.  

“No, I’m not nervous.” You continue fiddling with the zipper until Ari closes his hands around yours. It’s silly, to be this anxious about meeting a bunch of people you’ve already been talking to for weeks, but you are. Joining Moms of Riverside County had been a whim. At most, you had expected to find new dinner recipes, maybe a few fun things to do with Liam. Instead, you’d found… a community? 

 Some of the members were a little out there, but there were far more good apples than bad. People posted pictures, shared memes— not pronounced “may-mays” as Ari had pointed out, to your embarrassment. There was even a group-chat, which you had recently been invited to—✨🔥 Cool Moms of Riverside County🔥✨, which had given you a good laugh. You weren’t particularly active yet, but even so you had been tagged and invited to a private brunch being hosted by one of the members you actually talked to with some regularity. 

  Come if you can! We’d love to see you! Sabrina’s casual message outside of the group chat had left you scrambling to respond last night, typing out at least thirty messages and showing them to Ari before deciding on one. 

  Okay! Thanks for inviting me, I wold love to come!

 “I-it’s just a facebook group thing.” You mumble, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead. 

 “It’s okay to be a little nervous about meeting your internet friends for the first time.” He must feel it in the bond, the electric apprehension running through every one of your limbs and down to the tips of your fingers and toes. “Just be yourself, Sweetheart. Trust me, they’ll love you.” He turns to exit the closet, but pokes his head back in. “And I like the skirt.” 

 An hour later, you’re in the Jeep on your way across town, Sabrina’s address punched into your phone’s GPS. You’re trying to think of potential conversation topics in your head, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. You’d already checked the list of people in attendance—only ten, including you. 

  Exclusive.

 Sabrina’s house is half an hour outside of the city, nestled in the rolling hills off the highway. The private drive is blocked off by a wrought iron gate that you have to pull up to an intercom to get open. You lean out of the window, jabbing your thumb into the button. 

  “Yes? Who is it? Shh, Adrian!”

 You lick your lips nervously. “Um, it’s uh, it’s—”

  “Oh wait, I know who you are! I can see you on the camera. Come on in, girl!” The intercom buzzes loudly and the fence slides smoothly out of the way. It takes a full three minutes to get from the gate to the house, and when you pull up, there’s a line of expensive looking cars parked along the side. You take up the rear, taking a deep breath before hopping out. Gravel crunches under your feet, and as you’re heading up the stairs the front door opens. 

 “OhmyGod Hi!” You recognize Adrian from his pictures, his long dark hair piled up in a bun on top of his head. “How are you? Come in, come in,” he motions you forward with a wide smile. In one hand is a half full glass of wine, and he hugs you with the other. Underneath his rather fruity cologne is a distinctly Alpha scent, and when you pull away, you spot half a ring of teeth marks on the skin beneath his collar. 

 “Good, thanks,” you sputter, stepping over the threshold. It’s a monster of a house, the ceiling looming far above you. The air is heavy with the scent of warm sugar and brown butter, like someone’s baking. You cast a look around the foyer, there are pictures of Sabrina with her children, her husband—who just so happens to be the headmaster of Liam’s school. You toe off your shoes in the entryway, and Adrian scoffs. 

 “Oh, you don’t need to do that. Sabrina doesn’t give a shit about mud on her carpets,” he laughs. 

 “Habit, I guess,” you say, your own nervous laughter ringing awkwardly in the air with his. “I, um, have-have you been in the group long?” The questions you practiced in the car tangle confusedly together on your tongue. 

 “Like three years, I think?” He waves his hand as he shrugs. “But it got a lot more fun when Sab starting modding. Way more jokes.” He fixes you with a sly smile.  “Let’s go  get you a drink!” You tail Adrian through the house, and the sound of voices gets louder and louder as you go. The long hallway opens up into a massive kitchen, and a gaggle of people surround the marble island in the center of it, only a few of whom you recognize. 

 “Ladies,” Adrian claps his palm against his khaki-clad thigh, holding his wine glass aloft as he raises his voice to get their attention. “And gentle man,” he giggles, placing his palm against his chest, “Our last guest has arrived.” You duck your head in embarrassment as a little cheer ripples through the rest of the attendees.

 “Sorry I’m late, I think the e-vite said 4:20—”

 “Girl please.” You recognize Keisha’s fiery orange locs from her profile picture. “I just got here ten minutes ago. Sabrina! Girl where are you? You know I don’t know where you keep the glasses in this maze.” By your count, there are about seven people here, eight, including you. “Are you sure she’s the last one, Adrian? I thought Barb and Hannah were coming, too?”

 “Kayla’s got chicken pox, they cancelled this morning,” Adrian replies. “They’re fine, though, said she’s holding up well. Marathonning every episode of Bluey, apparently.” As the two of you join everyone else at the counter, Sabrina appears in the opposite doorway. 

 “Sorry, I went to get a lighter. Glasses are above the sink—hi! I’m so glad you could make it!” Sabrina is tiny, strawberry blonde curls piled on top of her head and secured with the biggest, pinkest bow you’ve ever seen. She reminds you of a Malibu Barbie—mansion and all. Sabrina rushes over to you, quickly depositing the tray of what looks like cigarette papers and lighters on the counter before hugging you tightly. 

 “Thanks for coming!” Sabrina looks genuinely happy to see you. They make room for you around the island. “I just moved here like a year and a half ago and it is so hard to make friends.”

 You let out a relieved breath. “I know exactly what you mean.” You had been nervous about coming, about whether or not you were actually going to fit-in . It feels like there are huge holes where general knowledge should be about how to act, what to say. All the culturally relevant gossip you know hit it’s expiration date a decade ago—but surprisingly, you don’t feel as terrified of that as you had been before arriving. 

 The conversation flows easily, and you finish your first glass of wine with a comfortable, warm buzz. Adrian makes it his business to serve the cooled cookies, and when you take two, he laughs. 

 “Okay, girl, I see you!” You blush as you bite down, gooey chocolate coating your tongue. 

 “I didn’t eat before I came,” you admit, polishing off the first cookie and starting on the second. “These are so good,” you add, and Sabrina preens. 

 “Thank you! I baked them myself.” Sabrina ducks down beneath the island countertop, and you hear the sound of a drawer rolling open, and then shut again. “I will admit I found the recipe online, though.” As she stands, she tosses a plastic bag of—

  Oh my God.

  Your eyes widen as the baggie of weed lands on the table, and they dart worriedly to the faces of everyone else there. No one seems surprised or upset, in fact, Keisha claps excitedly. 

 “Good,” she chirps, plucking a single paper from one of the packs on the silver tray. “I’ll roll.” 

 You shift nervously on your feet, unsure of what to do. You’ve never smoked before—the most you’ve ever done is drink alcohol, and even that you don’t do with any regularity. Ari’s beers in the fridge at home remain mostly untouched by you, and the occasional glass of wine is the extent of what you generally allow yourself. Not that you mind, really—

 You tap jittery fingers against the granite, and Adrian clucks his tongue at you. 

 “What’s wrong, babes?” His eyebrows crease with concern. “Not a joint person?” 

 “N-no?” You force yourself to calm down—these are all adults, and it’s not like it’s… illegal here, per-say. “I um, I haven’t actually ever… smoked. Marijuana.” 

 “You haven’t?” Sabrina’s gaze moves worriedly from your face to the half-eaten tray of cookies and back again. “Are you… kidding?”

 You sigh, dragging an embarrassed hand down your face. “No. Ugh, my… my parents were um. Really strict. Sorry. I’m not a narc or anything, I just, um, never really—” Sabrina grabs your hand with a soft smile and the rambling word vomit screeches to a halt. 

 “You don’t have to explain yourself at all. I just, well, I kind of thought you knew, to be honest.”

 “Knew?”

 “Yeah, it’s said 4/20 brunch, on 4/20,” she looks at you with a leading expression, but whatever reference she’s trying to make flies entirely over your head. You raise an eyebrow. 

 “That wasn’t… the time?”

 “420 means weed girl!” Adrian yelps, doubling over with raucous laughter. He rests a hand on his hip as he gasps for air. “This was a weed brunch!” You pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning. “Oh my God the cookies! You ate two of them!” Cold realization crosses your face as you turn to face them in horror. 

 “There was weed in the cookies!?”

 —

 Ari is waiting for you in the kitchen when you call—he’d been expecting you home half an hour ago, and though he wasn’t worried, he was beginning to get antsy. The bond is open—wide open, in fact—and your hazy amusement permeate it like smoke. 

 “Hi, Sweetheart. You okay?” He asks, and you giggle. 

  “ I’m good. I’m so-oo-oo good, ” you sing, drawing out the syllables. There’s a loud splash, and Ari raises an eyebrow as you gasp loudly through the receiver. 

  “Don’t drop your phone!”

 “I’m not gonna dro-op it,” you hiccough, and Ari can practically hear your pout. “She said I was going to drop my phone, but I’m not going to drop it—”

 “Kitten. What is—”

 “Can you come get me?” You say, cutting him off in a dreamy, small voice. “I don’t think I should drive. The floor is moving.” Ari pulls away from the phone, staring at it with confused, narrowed eyes.

 “The floor is… moving.” He repeats your babble, just to make sure he’s hearing it right. You heave a relieved sigh, as if he’s validated some previously held suspicion. 

 “Yes. And I really don’t think I should drive. I’m all wet.” 

 “Okay baby. Can you send me your friend’s address? I’m going to call Martine over in case Liam wakes up, and then I will come and get you.” 

 “Okay.” You hang up with no warning, leaving your confused and exasperated mate staring at his phone. It takes several minutes—and quite a few nonsensical strings of emojis—before the address comes through. 

  She’s drunk, he thinks to himself, shaking his head. A little wry smile plays at the edges of his mouth as he buckles himself into the Bentley. She has to be. He’s not upset as he turns out of the driveway, skirting generously around Martine’s car. He’s glad you’ve made friends—the tight fist your father had kept around your life has left a lasting impression, one Ari is eager to erase. 

 The traffic choking the highway eases as he circles around the city, the exit dumping him out into the rolling foothills on its outskirts. The address you’d sent him is one that takes him into familiar territory, and when he pulls up to the gate, it buzzes open before he has a chance to push the button on the intercom.

 Ari exits the vehicle, taking stock of each car lined up in the driveway—including yours. He pauses at the front steps, listening, before making his way around back instead. The sounds of music and laughter grow louder as he rounds the side of the house. Your scent is here too, cut with others and diluted by the smell of chlorine and charcoal smoke. The yard opens up before him, carefully manicured green surrounding the deeply set in-ground pool. 

 “I don’t remember inviting the mob.” An amused voice makes Ari turn, before he scoffs. 

 “You wouldn’t have to, Sabrina, you married it.” He replies, shaking his head before reaching down for a hug. “It’s been a while.” Sabrina tokes long and hard on the joint in her hand before she laughs. 

 “You’re telling me. What are you doing here?”

 “My mate is here.” Ari peers over Sabrina’s blonde head, squinting at the pool. “The one on the pizza floaty.” 

 You’re sprawled on the double-wide rubber float, chatting animatedly to a man sitting on the pool steps up to his waist. Sabrina claps her hands, loud, animated laughter escaping her grinning mouth. 

  “That’s your mate? Oh my God. I think—I think I’m gonna pee.” She doubles over, while Ari frowns down at her. “Sorry. Sorry. I just—Odd couple. In my defense, she is the sweetest person on earth, and you’re… you.” Ari purses his lips.

 “Yes, well, you’re related to me,” he says dryly. “I still don’t think you’ve forgiven me for putting worms in your hair.” 

 “I haven’t. It was disgusting.”

 “I was eight.” 

 Sabrina ignores him, flicking a honey-blonde lock over her shoulder before making her way over to the pool. She wades in, waving to get your attention. You look utterly relaxed, your limbs draped loosely across the floaty. Your fingers and toes trail in the water as a you drift. You sit up as Sabrina approaches, and for a moment, your wild hair is framed perfectly in the light of the setting sun.

  Little lioness.

 The words she speaks to you are snatched away by the wind as Ari approaches, squatting by the edge of the pool. You’re wearing a swimsuit you no doubt borrowed from Sabrina, a bikini he suspects is at least one size too small. Sliding off the edge of the pizza-shaped float, you wade over to him, a dopey smile on your face. 

 “Ari!” 

 “Hi, Kitten.” He leans down when you reach wet hands up to hug him. Ari doesn’t mind, drawing his fingers affectionately over your bare shoulders and back as he presses his face to the side of your throat. He can’t help but check. Underneath the heavy scent of the chlorine—and a light coating of weed-smoke—is your true scent. Just yours, like he’d known it would be. He kisses your forehead. You giggle. 

 “I did what you said,” you whisper loudly. “It worked! I just said, um, that I never smoked, but then I ate the cookie—two cookies, I think. Maybe more?” The story devolves into meaningless ramble that leaves Ari laughing. 

 “I’m glad you’re having a good time, Kitten.” 

 “So this is the mate.” A lanky Alpha with a joint in a rather fancy looking cigarette holder appraises Ari, his other hand resting on his hip. He offers it to shake. “Adrian. The pleasure is yours.” Ari shakes it. “We did try to keep her out of the pool but she made some very convincing arguments.” 

 “I see,” Ari replies, chuckling as you give a stout nod from the pool. “She does have a habit of getting her way.” The resulting pout that forms on your full lips is worth the half-truth. You make your way toward the pool ladder, slipping once before finding your footing. You’re sopping wet, water running in rivulets down your soft skin. Up close, the swimsuit you’re wearing is even smaller, the fabric straining to hold back the supple flesh of your breasts. 

 Ari clears his throat, and Adrian snickers. He shoots the other male an irritated look, but Adrian only grins. 

 “I packed you a to-go bag, chica. It’s in your purse. You crazy kids have a good night.” He winks, and you wave absently.

 “You too, Adrian!” You turn back to Ari. “He’s nice, right?”

 “Yeah,” he replies, dragging his eyes up from the curve of your hip where the tie is sinking sinfully into the soft skin there. “Nice. Where did you get this?” He fingers the spaghetti thin strap at your shoulder. Sabrina sidles up next to you with a knowing grin, looping her arm around your shoulders. 

 “Well, I couldn’t let her just jump in, Ari.” He levels an annoyed glare at her. “What kind of cousin would I be if I let your mate ruin her nice clothes?” You gasp exaggeratedly. 

  “Cousin?”

 “First or second, or something like that,” Ari grumbles. She laughs.

 “Remind me to tell you the worm story,” she replies conspiratorially, clapping you on the back. “You go get your clothes.” 

 “I’ll be right back,” You press a kiss to Ari’s cheek. He can’t help but watch you walk away, the damp fabric wedging itself neatly between the cheeks of your ass. God-fucking-dammit. 

 “It reeks out here,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “You’d better not be turning my mate into a pothead. I don’t want to have to get into weed distribution, you know how messy that is.” Sabrina waves a hand dismissively. 

 “Nonsense. Thad’s got a great thing going on with Rogers and Barnes on the east coast. He can cut you in if you want.” She winks. “I like her, you know. Genuinely had no idea she was, um. Yours.” Ari smiles, in spite of himself. 

 “It’s hard not to love her.” 

 Ari opts to wait out front, and he isn’t out there long before you stumble out clutching your purse. Your shirt is unbuttoned and untucked from your skirt, exposing the swimsuit you’re still wearing underneath. You look up at him apologetically through your lashes.

 “Thank you for coming, Ari, I’m sorry—”

 “Don’t be, Kitten,” he chuckles, helping you down the steps toward the car. “I’m glad you had a good time.” 

 You loose a high pitched giggle. “I had so-oo much fun. S-Sabrina’s so nice! She said she wants to hang out more. And—” You gasp, turning to him with a suspicious glare. “She said you put worms in her hair.” Ari laughs, shaking his head as he opens the passenger side door. “How could you do that?”

 “I’ll bet she didn’t tell you she dumped cat litter on my head the week before,” he replies, shutting the door before you can respond. He can see that you’re talking anyway, chirping brightly to yourself as Ari rounds the front of the car. He’s not quite sure why, but the sight of it makes his heart swell, even as he shakes his head. 

 “—gross!” You finish, looking at him definitively. 

 Ari slides into the drivers seat, nodding. “It was.” 

 “Will we come back for the Jeep?” You ask in a small, guilty voice. “I like the Jeep.” Ari nods, chuckling.

 “I promise.” The stoned, dopey smile you shoot him in response makes Ari wonder just how many “cookies” you’d eaten. You slump lazily in the passenger seat, stretching like a cat as he pulls out of the driveway. You sit there, blissfully unaware of the way that fucking bikini is eating away at his nerves. You drag a hand across your bare midsection, absently playing with the loose bikini strings.

 Of course you can’t see the way the edges of your dark, puffy nipples spill just over the edges of the triangular scraps of fabric. Sabrina’s attempt to help you maintain your modesty has done exactly the opposite, leaving you so indecently exposed that Ari finds himself wondering how the soft, plump lips of your cunt even fit in the bottoms. 

  God-fucking-dammit.

 Ari knows he should be focusing on the sparsely populated road, on the hour long drive it will take to get you home— not on the way he can see the pebbled outline of your perfect fucking nipples through that flimsy excuse for a bathing suit. Ari dares to glance in your direction again and groans quietly. You’re running your hands along your bare thighs, giggling and gasping at the sensation of your palms on your own skin. 

 “Ari, I didn’t know I was this soft,” you mumble, your eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Did you know that?” 

 He scrubs a hand down his face. 

 “Jesus, Kitten, you trying to kill me tonight?” He moans, dropping his head back against the seat. You lean over the middle console, an apology already on your trembling lips. 

 “I’m sorry.” It’s like you’re completely unaware of it, the thrall you have him in as you rest a warm little hand on his thigh. “How can I make it better?” 

  Martine’s fine at the house with Liam, right?

 —

  “Oh-oh God!” Your face is hidden, pressed against the hood of the car. Ari has your trembling legs spread as far apart as he can manage, his cock disappearing between the cheeks of your ass. “F-feels— oh— ” You’re even less articulate than usual, your sopping, needy cunt squeezing down around him like a vise. 

 Ari’s got your little white skirt rucked up around your waist, and the offending bikini pulled to the side so he can watch you take him. Seeing your pussy stretched open wide and straining around the veiny length of his cock is almost as good as feeling it. Ari doesn’t resist the urge to crack the palm of one hand against the cheek of your ass. You squeal, and God the way you fucking clench down is almost enough to make him bust right there—

 “Ari!” His name sounds like a desperate prayer on your lips. You’re practically writhing underneath him, your hands forming little fists on the hood of the Bentley. “G-God, feels—” He loves you like this, the words all gibberish on your loose tongue. “Fuck!”

 He especially likes it now that you’re high, hoarse curses falling from your lips as you raise yourself up onto your tip toes trying to meet his thrusts. It’s like some of your carefully crafted filter has come apart, allowing through the Kitten that isn’t afraid of judgment or reprisal. 

 “M’so full,” you whine pathetically, peering over your shoulder at him pleadingly. “More?” He isn’t expecting your breathy, perfect little plea, and the softly uttered request seems to go straight to his cock, and it throbs hard inside you. Ari groans, his head lolling back on his shoulders as he stares unseeingly at the night sky. “More, please.”

 The knot at the base of his cock is already starting to swell, and Ari clenches his teeth. Bracing one hand between your shoulders as he anchors the other to your hip. 

 “More, Kitten?” He asks, chuckling darkly. “Greedy girl. Can you even take more?” Ari draws back until the head of his cock pops out, and he slaps it wetly against your cunt. Slowly, he presses himself into the fucked-swollen mess of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when you begin straining against his knot, murmuring dark words of encouragement. 

 “You asked for this,” he reminds you, grinning when your forehead hits the hood with a thunk, and you let out a muffled cry. Ari joins you, a harsh growl tearing from his throat as his knot pops inside. “That enough, Kitten?” He asks through clenched teeth. “Your hungry fucking pussy finally full, Sweetheart?” 

 You push back against him, a lewd squelch filling both your ears. That’s enough of an answer for Ari. He growls, clamping down on the back of your neck with one hand as his fingers sink deep into the meat of your hip. His thrusts are shorter now, but fuller , and each one leaves you mewling and crying.   His whole world is condensing down to a single point. You’re all that matters, you, this moment, his cock buried in your slick, sweet core—

 “Oh f-fuck, God, Ari, c-cumming—” The nonsense that you manage to string together only barely precedes the way your cunt clamps deliciously around him like a hot wet fist. The pleasurable buzzing in the back of Ari’s skull becomes unbearable, traveling down his spine and shooting like electricity to the base of his cock. 

 Ari groans, bending over your back to sink his teeth into your shoulder, holding you still while he cums. He still doesn’t know how to explain how right it feels to press inside you and let go—like he’s supposed to. Fuck and the feel of you—Ari groans as you shift, your velvet walls shifting against his still hard cock. He leans back, releasing you so that he can stare appreciatively at your cunt.  Lips bulged out from the heavy girth of his knot, a mixture of both your fluids leaking out around it. 

 You peek over your shoulder at him, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your eyebrows are creased together, your glassy eyes shining with real worry. 

 “Ari?”

 “What’s the matter, Kitten?”

 “I think I left my phone.” 

  end

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Whumptober 2024 No.7 & No.11

Prompt 7: “It’s us or them.”

Prompt 11: Used as Bait (Alt)

Warnings: Allusions to torture; Allusions to violence; Allusions to death.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

A/N: War of the Worlds was responsible for a portion of this.

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“They’re gonna lead them right to us, Daryl.” You rocked back and forth, exhausted and bloody, beaten down physically and emotionally by Alpha and her followers. You had been dangled in front of Daryl as bait, a means to bring him to his knees in front of the psychotic woman. Daryl—being Daryl—had refused her demands, knowing full well that he would crawl through hell to rescue you regardless.

And he did.

He was in just as rough of shape as you, giving just as good as he got in order to free you. Now, you were huddled in the corner of a small bunker, attempting to rid your mind of the memories of what Alpha had put you through. A young couple—obviously troubled, likely victims of the Whisperers’ devious plots themselves—bickered and raved over how they would destroy the entire horde with only their weapons and their meager might.

There was no hope of succeeding, but their raised voices of boisterous exclamations were doomed to bring the enemy down on your heads. Daryl had tried relentlessly to reason with them, all but begging for their cooperation and silence. He even offered them a place in Alexandria. They had laughed at him, called him a coward.

There was nowhere else to run. If Alpha discovered the bunker, you and Daryl were as good as dead.

The archer stood a few feet away, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his gaze darting between you and the two idiots standing at the open hatch. After a moment, he sighed and pulled his bandana from his pocket.

“Y’trust me?” He crouched in front of you, blue eyes searching yours, seeking an answer.

“More than anyone.” You replied shakily. He nodded, covering your eyes with the fabric and tying it at the back of your head. His calloused hands then took yours and brought them up toward your ears.

Your brow furrowed behind the bandana. “Daryl?”

“Sing me somethin’.” He waited you out and when you didn’t respond, he continued. “S’us or them.” He whispered, a hint of a tremor in his tone.

You knew what he meant then, what he was going to do regardless of the cost to himself. He knew you couldn’t fight, that you were hurting and tired and broken. He was going to protect you. You swallowed hard, nodding as you allowed him to place your hands over your ears.

“Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.” You began quietly, your voice trembling. You felt his warm touch pull away, knew the moment he had stood, the second he had left you there. “Never let it fade away.”

You couldn’t hear what was happening but you could feel the vibrations against the dirty, cold concrete behind you. “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket.” You flinched—something hitting the side of your boot—and drew your knees to your chest while your breath hitched with barely contained sobs. “Save it for a rainy day.”

You were unaware of when the silence ensued, continuing with your quiet tune until you felt the warm presence slowly position at your side. With a deep breath, your trembling hands left your ears and pulled the fabric from over your eyes. Daryl was next to you, his knees drawn up with his arms hanging over them. His head was bowed. There was blood dripping from his fingertips.

“Daryl.”

“S’gonna be okay now.” The light from the single candle in the center of the bunker cast shadows over his face, what wasn’t already hidden by his hair nearly impossible to see. The hatch was closed and there were two bodies lying motionless below it. With slow and careful movements, you pulled his arm across your shoulders, thankful when he held you tighter of his own volition. “You’re safe.” He whispered.

The snarls and shuffles and whispers above ground passed by quickly, never realizing their prize was just below their feet.

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Kinktober day 23: double penetration

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Keep Quiet, Nothing Comes As Easy As You

Alpha/omega/rain

3.6k, explicit, warnings for: trans rain, tentacles, dubious consent, double penetration, objectification, shame, floor licking, water ghouls are wet, anatomy discovery??? Idk rain has no clue he has a tentacle,

“All the other water ghouls have one, where’s his?” Omega sounded borderline concerned, practically grabbing at his folds and furrowing his brow as he looked at alpha. He was a medical professional, someone that rain trusted even in a position like this, so why shouldn’t he also be a little scared. It’s embarrassing, he doesn’t know what’s normal or not but all he can do is squirm while alpha rubs and inspects along his pussy to try and coax it out.

“My- my what?” Rain managed to get out before he prodded somewhere that made his knees buckle.

Rain tried to haphazardly shove his sheet music back into his bag as he walked out of the practice building and down the concrete steps. He still wasn’t used to the mask yet, it was slightly hard to breath through the balaclava meant to obscure his identity, even though he thought it was futile, he was a ghoul and all the sibling knew that by now. He chocked it up to a religious thing, like a nun habit. Whatever the reason, it was annoying, he was tired of the condensation that kept gathering in the metal.

The sun was starting to set on the abbey, the pathways beneath the trees and between buildings being cast with a dark shadow. Rain tried to walk briskly even if he believed his fear of the dark was irrational. Less of a fear, more of an eerie feeling when the ministry was dark and empty.

Something whispered from inside the shadows between the chapel and the building that the new papa had been given to stay in. Rain stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, squinting to see if he could see anything moving in the dark.

Rain stepped closer, toeing the line of the edge of the sidewalk before a large hand grabbed at his arm and pulled him into the dark. Someone wrapped their hand around his mouth, whispering into his ear as they held him to their chest.

“Don’t worry guppy, it’s just us” rain looked up to see alpha stepping from the dark and into the small area where the sun still was. He stopped fighting, relaxing in what must have been omegas arms. He trusted the two, not having much interaction with either but knowing that they were here to watch over the ministry, the ghouls included.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing walking alone at night?” Omega whispered into his ear, taking his palm off his mouth but keeping him held tight to his chest.

“Band practice?” Rains tone was questioning, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right answer or not. Alpha had a look in his eyes like he wanted to just tear into him while omega rubbed at rains waist with his thumb.

“Oh dear alpha, papa should know better. Who can imagine what lurks in the alleys at night?”

“Glad we got to him first then, would be a shame if something else did”

Alpha stepped closer to the pair, practically sandwiching rain between their two bodies. Alpha was a good couple inches taller than him, enough to be able to look down properly, almost menacing. Omega was even taller, and wider, his embrace almost swallowed rain whole.

“Will you walk me back to my room then?” Rain looked up and behind him to see omega smiling. Alpha grabbed at his waist, placing his hand over omega. Their hands could probably wrap all the way around rains waist and still touch. Alpha couldn’t stop admiring his body, how the new tight uniforms hugged him deliciously, bordering on slutty if alpha was being honest with himself.

“What’s your rush baby?” Alpha chuckled, moving his hands to rains ass to give a proper squeeze, “who picked out this uniform for you?”

“Practically asking for someone to feel you up in this thing” omega gave a small kiss to the side of rains neck, smiling against his skin.

“Oh you don’t think we could, right omega?” Alpha got close enough to be able to almost speak directly into omegas mouth. “Do you think he would let us?”

“Ask it permission first, doesn’t seem like he’s fighting much though”

Rain gave a small gasp as alphas thigh found its way between his legs.

“Can we touch you rainy? We haven’t had our turn yet, it’s all omegas been able to talk about” alpha put more pressure between rain thighs, leaning into him even more to watch as he jutted his hips forward. They felt impossible close, impossibly warm against rain.

“Please-“ rain tried not to straight up moan, settling somewhere between a whimper and a gasp from alphas thigh.

“There you go alpha, go ahead, know you’ve been dying to get your hand in his pants”

Alpha slipped his fingers past rains waistband and down his navel, feeling soft, tight cotton on the back of his hand. His fingers toyed with the neat patch of hair for a second before dipping down and pressing his fingers inside.

“Oh-“ alpha bent his fingers upwards before sliding them through his folds and just past rains clit. “Isn’t that nice?”

Rains pants were forced to his ankles by alpha as omega snaked his hand to toy with rains cunt as well. Sliding thick fingers through his folds to feel how wet he was starting to get. He spread him wide as alpha pushed two fingers in, earning a groan from rain. The true state of their predicament escaped rain as they continued to both play with his cunt. Standing in some dark corner where anyone could find them.

“Oh he’s tight megs…..”

“Think we’ll fit?”

Alpha crooked his fingers up in rain hole, buried knuckle deep as rain squeezed, clenching down from their words. He already sounded slick and wet, hoping the sounds wouldn't echo in the small space.

“Could just use both of his holes,” alpha started a small rhythm, pumping in and out of rain slowly as he writhed. “Or we could make it fit”

“You would think aether and mountain would’ve loosened him up by now”

Rain was a mess between them. He tried to keep the embarrassing sounds down, biting his lip and taking heavy breaths. Small whimpers and plea’s still escaped him as he begged alpha to touch his clit.

“Wonder if he’s taken anything at all yet” alpha spread his fingers, stretching rain even more.

“Hoping to ruin the packs new plaything are we?”

“Oh you know me too well dear”

Rain squirmed in omegas grip. The idea is almost terrifying, sure he’s taken aether and mountain before, both ghouls who seem massive compared to his smaller frame. But alpha and omega? At the same time? It was almost unfathomable.

“No- w- wait-“ rain feebly protested even as his hips still canted into alphas hand. He just needed a second, air to clear his foggy brain as the combined warmth of the two melted his senses. Part of him felt dirt beneath all of it, letting the two treat him like some fleshlight they found on the ground instead of a sentient being. He dripped down alphas wrist all the same.

“Think I found his off button” alpha chuckled as he rubbed along rains clit and watched as the words completely died in his throat. Omega skated his free hand under his shirt to lift it above his chest and expose his pretty little tits right in alphas face. The other hand met alphas to stroke at his silky walls as well. Both hands fighting in the small space as omega got a finger in rain beside alpha. He gave an experimental pinch to his nipple just to feel him clench down with a groan.

“Wait, alpha” omega gave another prodding stroke to rains cunt, “I don’t feel a tentacle”

“All the other water ghouls have one, where’s his?” Omega sounded borderline concerned, practically grabbing at his folds and furrowing his brow as he looked at alpha. He was a medical professional, someone that rain trusted even in a position like this, so why shouldn’t he also be a little scared. It’s embarrassing, he doesn’t know what’s normal or not but all he can do is squirm while alpha rubs and inspects along his pussy to try and coax it out.

“My- my what?” Rain managed to get out before he prodded somewhere that made his knees buckle. Rain let out a small sound as omega cooed.

“Oh alpha I don’t think he knows!”

“Do we get to teach him? Be the first ones to feel him up like this?” Alpha and omega talked about rain like he was simply not even there. A toy to play with without any concern for him listening in.

“Would be an honor since someone got to dewdrop before us last time”

“I think you found it, right there” omegas hand moved to feel where alpha was touching. Something wiggled beneath their touch, right under his clit, a smooth patch of skin to conceal the thing.

Alpha gave a low chuckle as he continued to pet over the area until rain started to jump as he felt an odd pressure.

“No stop wait-“ rains voice was shaky, trying to pry himself away from whatever it was even if their hands on his clit had him feeling like he was floating.

Rain nearly shrieked but omega slapped his palm over his mouth to try and muffle the surprised sounds. Something slithered from his cunt, wet and immediately searching for stimulation from alphas fingers.

Drool escaped rains lips and pooled into omegas hand as alpha started to stroke the tentacle. It was pretty, a flushed dark blue and purple, not super long but definitely fairly thick, thicker than the other water ghouls they had seen. It made rain lightheaded to look down and watch the thing squirm between his legs.

“Please not here ….” Rain mumbled against omega, coming out muffled and pitched. He knows he won’t last long, having enough experience to know he’s about to make a mess all over himself and the concrete. Omega just gave a small pet to his cheek, throwing a smile over his shoulder at alpha.

“Hear that? He wants to go somewhere a little more private darling”

“Oh? Doesn’t want anyone to see him like this? Don’t tell me the things shy.”

They won’t give him the dignity, not yet anyways. In alpha and omegas mind it’s much for fun to ruin him in the open air than to put him behind a closed door, even if they’re dying to see how bad he can really get with some privacy. He asked for this, begged alpha to touch him, and they won’t give him a lick of decency until he squirts for them all over the ground.

Slick ran down the back of alphas hand as he continued to toy with rains tentacle. A bit followed the path of the prominent vein on his wrist and if omega wasn’t so caught up in how rain whines against his hand he would’ve grabbed alphas arm to lick him completely clean. Rain can protest all he wants but if he’s this wet it’s hard to really believe him.

Rain gets off on the fear, being manhandled and exposed while he can’t do anything about it is too arousing to admit. He clinged to omegas arm as alpha started to stroke his tentacle in earnest like he’s jerking him off. Rains hips twitched into his rough hand, almost uncomfortably hot.

“Think he’s ready omega,” Alpha shoved three fingers in rain and spread him wide with ease, wet and loose from being played with for so long. He grabbed at rains thigh and maneuvered his legs to his waist so he could wrap them around as omega still held him tight against his torso.

“Gonna take it like a good boy? Gotta be real quiet, wouldn’t want anyone to find us huh guppy?” Omega unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants as rain gave another muffled sound from behind his palm. Alpha was already lined up with his holed teasing between his folds with the head of his cock.

Alpha pushed in slowly, feeling rain arch against omegas chest. He was still tight, even after the prep. Slick and hot as alpha groaned with the sensation. Rains eyes crossed, breathing heavily to adjust to the new feeling, even as he knew more was coming.

Omegas finger prodded at his hole and attempted to nudge itself right next to alphas cock. It was almost too much, it struggled to wiggle its way in there but tears escaped rain's eyes as he felt it pop into him. It slid in and out, in time with alphas shallow thrusts, simply trying to get him prepared enough to not be painful once omega got his turn to be inside him too.

“What a sweet thing, isn’t even fighting anymore” omega cooed at him, sickly sweet in tone. “Knew once you got a cock in you that you’d settle down”

“More” rain moaned. Drool was falling from the corner of his lip and down his neck. It left a shiny trail in its wake that shined in the moonlight, along with the wetness that coated his inner thighs.

Another finger slipped in and out of him along with alpha. Every thrust made his vision hazy, barely able to keep his eyes focused on alpha in front of him who was still practically grinning from ear to ear.

“Think he’s ready?” Omega asked with a loving look.

“Be gentle, he’s been sweet so far, right rainy?”

Omega nudged the head of his cock right next to alphas, slowly working it to stretch rain enough to take him. It was borderline overwhelming, rains never been this full before. He could feel them both in his abdomen, a little bump forming on his stomach from how they pushed against his small frame. He looked completely wrecked.

Rains tentacle slithered to wrap around alphas cock, small suckers attaching themselves to his shaft as he thrusted harder into rain alongside omega. Rain was being held like a limp doll, tentacle jerking both of them off as they left him completely gaping around them.

“Close- need it-“ rain choked out.

“Cum for us pretty boy, cum right here and we’ll give you your dignity back until we get behind closed doors”

Rains body spasmed as he gushed around their cocks. It dripped down, splashing onto alphas pants and the ground. It was filthy, they didn’t think they’ve ever seen a water ghoul cum so much. A thick heady sea salt smell filled the air as rain cried and tried to calm himself down from the high, still unbelievably full.

“Unholy shit rain” alpha looked down to see how he soaked the both of them. He was sure some had gotten on rains discarded pants as well, still dripping off of his thigh and onto the concrete. His tentacle retreated back to where it had come from while the blue flush on rains body started to recede while omega slipped out of him.

“Dew wasn’t this messy” omega gave a click of his tongue, tucking himself back into his pants, “better learn to control yourself sweetheart, I’ll forgive it this time but next time you’ll have to clean it up”

Alpha slowly pulled himself out, watching rains face so as to not scramble his brain any further. He untangled his legs from around his waist and hesitantly set him back down on his two feet, the two bigger ghouls still holding onto him to make sure he wouldn’t collapse under his own shaky legs.

“There we go, just hold onto my arm guppy” omega reached to grab rains pants from off the ground and attempted to have him step back into them. He promised him modesty after he came, the semblance of some dignity before they got him any privacy.

“It’s a shame though, we can’t just leave this here can we?” Omega gestured to the puddle in front of them. Rain hid his face, embarrassed to see the mess he made on the dirty ground. He still felt absolutely filthy from the ordeal, ashamed of how easy he was to be warmed up and pliant between the two.

“Omega …..” alpha gave him a low look as he zipped his jeans back up.

“Go ahead alpha, clean it up for me baby” omega practically purred as he got rain redressed.

“You can’t be serious right?”

“Don’t act up in front of the little siren, you’re the one who wanted to ruin him. So you can clean up the mess”

Alpha looked unbelievably flustered as he hesitantly got down onto his knees, giving another glance up at omega to ask if he was truly serious. Omega just smiled and held rain closer, giving him a sly nod.

The ground tasted like dirt and musk, making alpha cringe. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he lapped up the pool of slick off of the concrete. It was gross, the taste alone being embarrassing enough to make alphas head spin.

“Isn’t he such a good boy?” Omega whispered into rains ear, just barely loud enough for alpha to hear. Rain shook like a leaf against omegas chest as he also watched alpha pressed his tongue to the dirty ground, “such a sweet thing aren’t you? You were so good for us rainy, proud of you for taking all of that”

Rain relaxed a bit into omegas body, still hanging onto his arm. His head was still full of static and the abundant praises spilling from omegas lips only furthered the feeling. Alpha was much less terrifying like this, the once menacing ghoul now a mess at his feet licking up his cum like a dog. It was hard to be scared of him anymore.

But omega? It only made him more nervous. From everything he’s seen and heard rain was certain this scenario would have been switched. Omega being sweet and friendly, a trusted figure in the ministry while alpha was known for being aloof and stoic, if not at times somewhat cruel. Sharper features, a deeper growl, harsher grip, rain was warned not to fuck with him. But omega simply just commanded, and alpha obeyed without argument.

It sent shivers down rains spine to think of what omega could have done to alpha to get so obedient for him. Surely it can’t be just that alpha is willing, right? Maybe he’s naive, maybe it’s one of those things like aether where he rarely waits for someone to be obedient and simply prefers to take it without a fight. Maybe omegas simply forced it out of him so many times that alpha knows better than to fight. The idea is more than arousing to ponder as alpha finishes up on the ground and moves to stand. The idea of omega forcing the obedience out of him, especially after he’s seen how praiseful he can be.

“Don’t think we are exactly done with you yet tadpole” omega turned him around to assess his state. He still looked pathetic, wide eyes and messy hair but he was still desperate, needy, the new found information of his tentacle running rampant through his mind as he needed to know more. It was alphas turn to grab at him, pull him close into his side as if rain didn’t just watch him suck his cum out of the concrete. It reminded him that he truly had no leverage here, simply strung along for alpha and omega to use in exchange for the sweet praise alpha and omega were so generously pouring out.

Alpha tugged him along down the sidewalk and to the large building rain recognized as primos ghouls quarters. The old door creaked as omega pulled it open. The high ceilings echoed every noise off of them as their shoes clicked on the tile. He heard a familiar voice echo off the walls, another pair of clicking footsteps coming towards the trio.

Mountain rounded the corner and gave a small pause as he saw rain. His face fell, turned into something displeased as alpha and omega couldn’t help but give a cocky smirk at the earth ghoul. He was probably there to see earth, get some small pointers on his element while rain had his head down like he was a cheap prostitute the two were bringing back to ravage.

It’s clear what they’re doing, mountain isn’t stupid. He can’t do fuck all to stop them either. He’s heard of the two bringing new summons back to their room with a promise of showing them around their new vessel. Dew was easily bedded before mountain could get to him, a sick jealously bubbling inside of him. Rain just keeps his gaze fixated on the floor as they walk past him like his life depended on it.

He felt ashamed, he still was barely cleaned up and he could feel his cunt soak through his underwear as they walked. Mountain gave a low growl while alpha flashed him a toothy smile, as if he was telling him should’ve moved faster!

Rains tentacle is restless, needing more stimulation even after rain already came. It’s like it knew that there was something more, finally being coaxed out and now it was insatiable. It cant move much, rains tight pants left no room for anything but the new sort of ache is killing him. He wants it to go away, to shove his hand down his pants and feel every inch of it for himself. All he could do is burn in shame as he continued to walk.

Alpha and omega probably know much more than him. Omega was a doctor after all, had inspected every inch of the other water ghouls. It made rain feel weird, a partial fear in him of what they could expose about him without him knowing a single thing about it.

Omega kept a steady hand on his back, rain was flustered and tunnel visioned staring at the tile, could barely walk straight with that thick tentacle writhing between his legs, rainy just hoped it wouldn’t get too relentless before alpha and omega can get him into their bed.