#yeah actually omegas shouldn’t even touch the ground

[omegalerc]

RICKY YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS HES SO CUTE OH MY GOFISKSNDBDD DD I LOVE HIM SO BAD

https://x.com/leclercsstreet/status/1883924777250992557

he is sooooo dainty.. truly like a little princess. i love how everybody just surrounds the omega like an all-adoring crowd, as they should!!

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Learning to Be Loved

What’s this? That little Tommy thing now has a name? It does indeed! It also has a part Two! Slight content warning for spousal abuse. Please enjoy!~

Steve looks good. Hair a little longer than he remembers, wearing a scarf around his neck. Tommy spots the plastic curve of a hearing aid that experience has taught him to keep an eye out for. The Omega in front of him blinks slowly.

“Tommy? What are… are those kids!?”

Tommy grins shyly, rubbing his hands over the top of the twin’s heads. Needing the grounding feeling of their hair under his hands.

“Yeah. Mine, obviously.”

While only Bellamy inherited his hair, they all inherited his freckles. His little Bell, always more outgoing than her sister, waves at Steve. Fingers wiggling excitedly even as she sticks close to Joy’s side.

“The little red haired menace is Bellamy, the older two are Amity and Joy.”

Joy steps even closer to Tommy, dragging Bellamy with her as she tries to burrow into his leg. Amity scowls, her green eyes dark and watchful. She’s too young for her secondary to be obvious but Tommy thinks there’s a good chance she’s going to be an Alpha.

“Jesus, Tommy.”

He wonders what’s got Steve saying that. Him dropping in? The fading bruise on his cheek?

The obvious tan line where he’d been wearing a cast not even two days ago? Or the fact that he has not one but three kids when he swore he never wanted any? His grin turns rueful.

“Sorry to just drop in but I wanted the girls to meet their only uncle.”

In a daze Steve lets them in. The entryway of his house is cluttered, cleats and sneakers mixing with what his father would call ‘girly’ shoes. There’s various sports equipment and nerd books scattered around in clumps. It’s lived in. Nothing Lloyd would have allowed. Nothing their parents would have let them get away with. Tommy loves it. Loves that Steve got to have it.

“My kids are in the backyard, if yours want to join?”

Bellamy only needs to see Tommy incline his head before she’s dragging a reluctant Amity down the hall, listening to Steve’s directions on how to get out there. Leaving just Steve, Tommy and Joy standing there. Joy who clings to him like a limpet. Joy who climbs into his lap the moment he sits down in an even more lived in living room. It’s quiet but not uncomfortable.

“How old are you, Joy?” Steve asks. He’s rifling through a candy bowl.

Joy doesn’t answer. Just turns so that she can bury her face into whatever part of Tommy she can reach. He hates himself, hates how long he stayed. But they’re out now, he has to remember that. He left. Absent-mindedly he checks to make sure that her hearing aids are still in her ears.

“She’s eight, and so is Amity.”

Amity who should be wearing glasses. Who needs glasses, he makes a mental note to see if Mr Clifford still runs the optometrist. If so he may need to go to the next town over for glasses.

“And Bellamy?”

“Bell’s five.”

Small talk is had. They talk around why Tommy is here. Never actually touching the reason. Tommy wants to. Wants to apologize. But the words keep getting stuck. It’s like when he broke up with Carol. The words he wanted to say refusing to budge until after he’d hurt her. Little snores clue Tommy into the fact that Joy has fallen asleep. He probably shouldn’t let her nap. But… maybe she deserves some rest if she wants it.

“I meant it, ya know. You’re the only brother I have. The only one I ever talked about.”

TJ, Tate and Tucker will never know about the girls if Tommy has any say in the matter. An impossible dream, of course, here in Hawkins. But the Omega wants to dream. Steve smiles at him, small but real.

“I’d love it if I could bring them around. Won’t blame you if you-“

“Of course you can. You staying around long or is this just a stop.”

Tommy has an apartment here. Small, three bedrooms. Almost more than he can afford but he’s also got a job lined up at Family Video. Hawkins always was stuck in the past. He wants to lay down roots.

“Staying. Hopefully. I want to stay.”

Steve’s standing in front of him, knees cracking as the other Omega squats down in front of him. Hand brushes the bruise.

“The one who gave you this?”

“Out of the picture… hopefully.”

Steve nods.

“If he comes back, let me know.”

“Aaaaaw Stevie.”

It’s easier after that. A stampede of kids interrupting at lunch time. Tommy’s not sure how many kids are in that rush and how many are Steve’s but Steve has always had too big of a heart.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy says as he leaving, Bellamy talking Joy’s ear off to the point it looks like Joy is going to take her hearing aids out, Amity sticking close.

“For Nancy, Billy. All of it. It wasn’t right. We, I, was an asshole. Took me some time but I learned.”

Steve pulls him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry too. For not being there to help.”

“Wasn’t your job to give me a knock on the head, Stevie. Just like it wasn’t Carol’s.”

“You going to go see her?”

Tommy nods. Carol and her sisters are on the list. He thinks the sight of the girls will keep her from tearing him a new one.

“Glad you’re back.”

He’s not sure he’s glad to be back. He’s heard about things that happened after he left. The mall fire. Billy almost dying. The town fucking splitting. Hawkins is cursed, Tommy knows that, but it’s also the closest thing he has to a home. He’s not sure he’s making the right choice as walks up the stairs, three little girls following like ducks. His father is still alive. Still here. He opens the door to their new apartment. Bare, no furniture, no knickknacks. The kitchen is empty. He’s going to have to go to Melvads before the night is over. He’s not sure as he unloads the car of bags. Little Will Byers isn’t the only one who died and came back. Heard tales that Barb Holland also pulled a miraculous rebirth after the town cracked open. He’s not sure until Joy and Amity are gleefully talking about how to split the master bedroom. Until Bellamy says that her room is perfect for the hammock bed she “always” wanted. Maybe this won’t be so terrible.

——/——/——/——/——

Am I still undecided on how many kids to give Steve? Yes. Am I going to have to choose before I start working on the next bit? Also yes. Do I want Wayne Munson to own the apartment building Tommy now lives in? Maybe. @busyheadkeepbreathing part two is here~ (if you want me to not tag you let me know~)

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Alpha!Uhsijima x Omega!reader

Warning: smut 18+

PATIENCE

Ushijima pulled you into his lap. Cuddling you as you tried to type an essay. His scent intruding on your nostrils. It made you clench and your slick began to make your panty wet. His rut was in a couple of days and the days leading up to it was unbearable. He had told you that his rut was very rare and you didn’t even think maybe it was because you started to live with him. Ushijima got really touchy. It was apart of his nature, so you didn’t complain. But how he went about it was rather annoying. At first he started sniffing you. Randomly. Coming up behind you and sniffing your hair or pushed your head to the side and sniffing your neck. If you woke up before him he’d sniff where you slept. You caught him doing it a couple of times. Then he progressed to following. No matter where you went, he followed. You weren’t even given privacy in the bathroom. He push his way in with you and act like he was doing something. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, any excuse he could use. If you kicked him out he’d wait right outside the door. He was like your shadow. Now it was touching, following and sniffing. He craved your closeness and loved when you said nice things to him when you two cuddled. But right now you needed concentration so you chose to ignore him as he held you. He didn’t like that though. He wanted your attention. His hand trailed up from your waist to your breast. You pushed it down. He put it back, you pushed him away, he did it again and you gently put his hand back to your waist. He let out an annoyed growl and groped you harshly. You hissed and slapped his hand away. “No!” You yelled at him. Ushijima was shocked. You had raised your voice at him a couple of times, only to speak up or if he hurt himself. Yelling at him to be careful, you took all of his injuries seriously. But you had never ever ever hit him. He nearly whimpered, instead he just grumbled to himself and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

At night you’d set up the guest bedroom for him. He didn’t want to see you during his rut because he didn’t want to hurt you. He could tell his agitation and sexual instinct weren’t a good combination. So you set up his own space. Packing movies, jump mangas, a oil diffuser to calm his nerves some. You even brought a small fridge and packed food for him. He’d have to miss a cooked meal for a while. He loved your cooking. But you already decided to make his favorite meal once his rut was over. Tonight however something felt different. You woke up covered in sweat. You rushed to the bathroom and looked at your reflection. Disheveled from sleep and sweating all over. You didn’t understand why it was so hot. Your legs began to wobble as your thighs rubbed together creating a friction that had pleasure coursing through your body. No way, it was you. It was because of you he was going into a rut. His sniffing, he was smelling your slick and scent. He followed you out of protection and he touched you because it was like you were begging him. How could you not notice the signs. You went back to the room and grabbed your phone, charger, pillow and snuck his volleyball shirt out of the hamper. You rushed to the guest bedroom and locked the door. Barricading yourself instead of him. You immediately went to work on the room. Almost everything in here was his and he’s been in here a couple of times so his scent was very heavy in the room. But it felt a little uncomfortable since you never used this room to nest. But you had to make do with what you got. You fixed the blankets to your liking, put his shirt over a pillow and cuddled with it as if it was him.

“YN?! YN?!” Ushijima was practically banging on the door. It woke you out of your sleep. “Huh?” Dazed and confused from being woken up so suddenly. “YN let me in. Why’d you lock yourself in there?” He asked as he kept jiggling the door knob. “I need to be alone! Stay away!” You yelled behind the door. You checked your phone and saw it was 9 am. You got up and tumbled to the ground. Your body has literally just woken up from being asleep. Your nose hit the floor rather hard and began to bleed. “Are you okay?!” Ushijima asked. “Uh yeah. I just tripped.” You scurried to the connected bathroom and wiped the blood with a wet rag. “YN! Are you bleeding?! I smell blood! Let me in!” He bellowed. His hands banging and shaking the door knob. You then heard scratching and growling. Then silence, he must’ve left. You went back to your nest and nuzzled into the blankets. Unknowing when your heat would actually start. Could be in a hour or it could be tonight. You’d just have to wait it out.

Staying in the bed bored and tired you. Yawns escaped your mouth as you hugged your pillow and watched movies. Your head snapped to the door when you heard something being forced under the door. It was a card. You got out of the bed and picked up the card. Covered in hearts and pink, you opened it and read it.

‘I hope you’re okay. I went to the store to get you snacks, and got you a build a bear and scented it for you. It’s right outside the door just open it and get it.

-Toshi’

You folded the card and your heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness. But your fluttering heart stopped when you saw his shadow from under the door. He was waiting for you to open it. Nice try. You looked around for a pen and wrote:

‘Thank you but you’re not slick. I know you’re right behind the door. I locked myself in here for the both of us. Visit Satori.’

You pushed the card back under the door and waited. A hard punch landed on the door. You jumped and scurried back to bed. Was he really this scary during his rut? You knew he was possessive and clingy but this was just crazy. You liked it though. You still felt safe. Ushijima walked off while stomping his feet. Be by bo fum. You decided to sleep until your heat hit you fully. Shutting off the lights and television. You drifted off to sleep effortlessly with your ushijima pillow. Ushijima on the other hand was restless. He had to see you. His scent could be smelt from blocks away. He was getting so agitated and being in the same house didn’t help. He didn’t like going far. He could only think about you, what if someone can smell you?! He made sure to mask your scent with his. As much as his whole neighborhood complained he just couldn’t bare the thought of someone trying to get to you. Ushijima paced around the house. Anxiously biting his claws, growling, even sniffing the air just in case there was a change. He knew you needed to be alone but his instincts were to mate and that door wouldn’t hold for long.

You woke up whimpering. Panting heavily as your body got really hot. You moan unconsciously, humping the pillow and crying out. You quickly got undressed and tossed the blankets off of your body. You smelt Ushijima’s scent all over you and it drove you crazy. “Toshi!” You cried unconsciously. Calling for him. You heard clawing at the door and quickly tried to open it but you forgot you locked yourself in. You moaned and cried against the door. “YN where’s the key?” Ushijima asked you. His voice was gruff and almost like a growl. “I-i don’t know.” You whimpered. Your slick wet your legs and your breast ached to be touched. You missed his body on yours. You crawled back to bed and tried to ease your suffering. Your hands massaging your boobs, pulling your nipples. You moaned loudly hoping he could hear you. Ushijima’s vision went dark. But he came back to and punched a hole through the door. You jumped as you saw his hand clawing at the door trying to rip the door knob off. “Toshi stop,” You whimpered. He didn’t listen though. He kept clawing and breaking off parts of the door. His penis hurt so bad he couldn’t just let you be alone. He had to mate. You yipped and panted behind the door and he only got stronger. The door knob no longer attached to the door. He pushed the door open and watched you hump your pillow. Your body glistening with sweat and your body hotter than a 130° fever. You wanted to tell him to leave, but the more he stepped closer the more you wanted him. Was it pathetic? Your body craving him to touch you. Wanting all of his attention and needing his affection.

Ushijima gets in the bed and pushes you on your back. His tongue traces your collar bone and bites down on he junction between your shoulder and neck. Marking you. You whimper at the painful bite. He then kissed the bite. He removes his clothes over you getting just as naked as you were. Your eyes widen as you see his member. It was big, hard and throbbing. Ushijima leaned down again and spread your legs. Your body complient and obident to him. Looking at his face and then back to his dick, back and forth as he slowly pushed in. His nails digging into your skin as you stretched around him. His hips snapped against yours and you howled in pain. Thrashing under him and against the sheets. You may have been wet but he shouldn’t have pushed in so quickly. The pain made your stomach cave in. You pushed against his chest, your eyes bubbling with tears. He began to thrust his dick into you. His knot slowly enlarging as he pressed it just outside of your hole. You tiny claws scratched his chest and shoulders. He grabbed your wrist and pinned them above your head. You squealed when he went faster. Teeth bared and tightly clenched as your back arched and eyes rolled back. His free hand cupped your face and you looked at his face. He smiled softly and said something too low for you to hear. He was talking to himself or either your ears were clogged.

You teared rolled down your face as he slowed down. He released your wrist and sat up. His hands gently holding your hips, slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt. The squelching sound of his dick moving in and out of you made you more hot. His groans and tight face aroused you. He had to compose himself, hold himself back from giving you more pain. He didn’t want to hurt you, he was sorry he did but he’d make it up to you. He’d take care of your body and make you relieved of the sexual tension that courses through your body. He looks down at you, watching your body move under him with each buck of his hips. The mere sight of you made him want to go berserk, to just push his knot into you and release inside of you. Breed you, just how nature intended. But he had to enjoy this, enjoy the pleasure and purity of your body. Enjoy how you called his name, arched your back and moaned. Your hands holding the sheets trying to stop yourself from being pushed further up the bed, grasping each layer of fabric to help you get through it. His eyes gazing at your bouncing breast. The pleasure of it all sent waves of electricity through your body, it was beautiful. You felt your ache dying down but your stomach was bloating. And besides that how could you not notice how wet his body was. Dripping with sweat, glistening and flattering his body. You let go of the bed and reached up. He slowly leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Whispering into his ear how good he made you feel. A slight feeling of guilt in his heart, how he practically forced himself in here and on top of you. You didn’t mind though, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “Toshi~ please more. I can take more now.” You told him. Confident in yourself and your body. You could handle it. He stopped moving and lifted your body. He grabbed a pillow and place it under your butt, gently laying you back down. He brought your legs up over his shoulders, you felt him inching in deeper, you moaned and moved your arms. Your hands found his and you held them, fingers between fingers, intimately close. Silent and steady, he kissed your lips. Opening your mouth for him, letting his tongue dance with yours. Your vagina fluttered at the kiss. He grunted, your walls squeezing around his dick. Could you be any more perfect? You sighed into the kiss when he pulled out. Slowly pushing back in, shifting his body to be at a comfortable and pleasurable angle. When he found the right spot, he got faster. No longer kissing, grunting into your mouth as you gasped and moaned under him. His dick gently touching your cervix, enough to give you a dull pain and pleasured shocks through your body. Your hands squeezing his as he sped up. He moved his head to your neck and sniffed out your scent. Biting down on the gland and going faster, harder, rougher. His knot pressing right at your hole, threatening to be pushed in. His body couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop.

“So good!” You praised him. Only able to say two or three words. Your mind filled with pleasure, lust and sexual drive clouding your judgement. You were all his and your body was eagerly open to him. Your stomach tightened. You felt yourself about to cum, but you didn’t want to just yet. You didn’t want to stop. Ushijima let go of your left hand and used his hand to find your clit. His thumb firmly rubbing your sensitive nub up and down. Forcing you to orgasm. “Don’t hold back baby. Cum for me.” He whispered into your neck. Licking your bite. Your body trembled, your orgasm rocked through you like you were going down a water slide. Your teeth clenched and he yelped as you tightened around him. Your body was so sensitive and he took that into consideration. You squeezed him into you. His hips stoped thrusting as he pushed his knot inside of you. Your slick made it easy to enter but it was still a bit painful. Like pins and needles. His cock throbbing inside of you as he came, holding onto you. Trying to control himself. Breathing heavily through his teeth. He hand quickly gripped the headboard, not wanting to hand your body. “Fuck!” He shouted. A tear fell down your face. Your stomach hurt, you felt full and exhausted. Your body limp under him. Both of you unable to move away from each other until his knot was gone. You whimpered when he lifted you up, flipping you on top of him so he wouldn’t suffocate you under his body. He helped your legs down, they were sore and very much dead. He brushed back your hair, lifting your head to kiss you gently, a thank you for allowing him to have you. To claim you as his. Your body relaxed over him, letting him softly massage your waist. “I love you.” You said as you snuggled into his neck, your exhausted body falling asleep. Faintly catching his “I love you too.”

[destiniesfic]

132 Hours, Chapter 15

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

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The day is bright and pleasant, but the sunlight and soft breeze are an assault on my senses after my time underground. I limp to the ambulance, which is parked on the grass, rear doors open, waiting for me. I ease myself to sit in the back, next to Cardan, who inexplicably has a blanket tightly wrapped around his shoulders. When I’m no longer standing, I sigh. I’d thought that after sitting and lying down for days I’d be desperate to move, but it turns out I’m actually very tired. When no one is looking at us, Cardan leans over and nuzzles my nose with his.

I smile at him weakly. Everything is too much and not enough. It seems to me that I am watching Madoc and Balekin talk to the detectives from very far away, like they are characters on a TV show. I just want to go back to the Amagansett house—or my actual house, hours away—and curl up in a bed that’s mine. But that fantasy leads to complications too. What will Oriana say when she learns what I’ve done? What will Taryn say?

Not wanting to spiral, I search for anything else to talk about. “Are you cold?” I ask Cardan, glancing at the blanket.

“Oh, no. It’s for shock or something.” He looks down at himself. His kitschy t-shirt is partially obscured now. “But, you know, free blanket.”

“Yeah,” I say, like that makes perfect sense. My head is spinning. “Was Balekin… happy to see you?”

He sets his jaw. “He was glad I wasn’t dead, I guess. But that’s about the only thing I did right.”

I look down as my fingers curl into my palms. I don’t examine how much I want to wrap my hands around Balekin’s throat. “My dad knows,” I whisper. “About us. I think I’ve talked him out of killing you.”

“That’s good. I’d really rather not die after surviving all of this already.”

“You’re taking this really well.”

Cardan shrugs. “If we’re bonded now, and your father isn’t going to kill me, that means I’m part of your family. Dain is dead, and Balekin will find it harder to touch me.”

“Oh,” I say dully. No wonder he wasn’t that mad at me mating him. We can’t stay in the basement forever, but he still has a way out. It makes sense. I can hardly blame him.

“Not that I’m necessarily thrilled that your dad could have any sway over me, given that he’s maybe a murderer and almost as scary as you are.”

“Right.”

He cocks his head at me, sensing my reticence. “Jude.”

I look away.

He leans over again and nudges the nape of my neck with his nose. “Hey.”

“What.”

Cardan chuckles, but it sounds nervous. “Jude, I’ve thought about mating with you since I was fourteen. And back then it made me feel panicky and trapped—”

“That’s just what every omega wants to hear.”

“God dammit. Look, I’ve always been afraid to want things—not clothes and shoes and shit, things that matter—because they’re always ruined. I always screw them up, or someone else screws it up for me. This is…” Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look down at his hands. “I didn’t want it to happen this way, because who would? But I want to help you through the next heat, and the next one. Actually do it right. I want to be your mate, Jude.”

I turn back around to stare at him, incredulous. “You want that?”

He nods, slowly.

“But you—you didn’t. For days, you didn’t. You held off and it should have been impossible if you actually—wanted me.”

“Well, it felt impossible.” He lets out another nervous chuckle. “I wanted you so bad, but more than that I wanted you to want me. I didn’t want to just go and mount you or whatever the hell I’m supposed to do. For once, I wanted to be better. Sounds crazy, right?”

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “It does. You wanted to mate with me so bad that you didn’t mate with me.”

“Jude. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” I protest. “You hurt me all the time.”

“Yeah, I did.” Cardan looks down at his knees. “But not like that. Never like that. I may have made some off-color jokes, but I would never have done what Valerian tried to do. I mean, I hoped I wouldn’t, and now I know.”

“You made me miserable.”

“I know.”

“I definitely shouldn’t want you as a mate.”

“No, I guess you shouldn’t.” Cardan sounds resigned, and hangs his head. “Well, the pheromone marker cleansing is kind of time-consuming and expensive and unpleasant, but I guess—”

I thought hurting him might feel good, but it just feels like a hollow pang in my chest. I ask, “You want me to be your mate, though?”

He looks up at me with those dark eyes. “Yes,” he says.

I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He stares at me, a grin that he doesn’t dare unleash just yet tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yes. I hated you so much for so long because you smelled so good and you were so mean. So if you could stop being mean for a while, and you’ve proven you have, I think we could find some common ground.”

Cardan sniffs. “Well, I may have to remain a little mean. For the sake of my reputation.”

“We’ll see.”

“You don’t want me totally defanged, do you?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He laughs, then he lowers his head to nuzzle again, this time at the bite mark he left on my neck. I am flooded by his delight. From nearby, someone clears their throat. We look up to find a paramedic standing in front of us, face half-hidden by a surgical mask, patiently waiting for us to submit ourselves to examination.

“Oh,” I say. “Uh.”

Cardan, who is utterly without shame, is grinning when he straightens up. “Actually, we’re both fine, thanks.”

“That’s for us to determine,” says the paramedic. Something about him is oddly familiar, but his height and build are totally nondescript. Where could I have seen him before? “To start, we’re going to make sure you’re not concussed.”

Cardan just groans.

The paramedic bends at the waist and takes a penlight out of his pocket. “Just look into the light here for me.”

That voice. It’s the voice. I narrow my eyes at him. It is weird, on second thought, that he’s wearing a mask. It’s not like we’re possibly carrying an infectious disease. Cardan raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t move as the light shines into one pupil. “This is a surprise,” he says, without blinking. “And also, you have to admit, pretty dumb.”

“Suicidal,” I hiss through my teeth. I’m strangely angry. They had to know what a risk it was to come back. They could have gotten away clean. “What are you guys doing here? If my dad catches you—”

“Are you going to tell him?” the Roach asks. He doesn’t sound too worried, which irks me.

I press my lips together, then say, “I should.”

Another of the paramedics kneels at my feet, his sandy head bent. The Ghost. Certainly less conspicuous than the Roach, with his scars. He’s tall, sure, but handsome in a way that’s totally generic. In fact, I’d have a difficult time describing him beyond “tall” and “symmetrical.” He picks up the leg that he shot to dress the wound, once again.

“We had to talk to you,” he says. Always to the point.

Suddenly I am sure that if I turned and looked behind me into the ambulance, the Bomb would wink at me from the driver’s seat. Part of me is relieved they’re okay, and the other part is baffled and horrified at my relief. But they did take care of us through some pretty gross and awful times. They kept me fed, kept me hydrated, kept us company. Maybe it’s natural to feel some degree of attachment.

“Why?” Cardan asks, baffled, as the Roach shines a light in his other eye. “You guys should be on a plane to Morocco by now.”

“Morocco?” I ask.

“It’s pretty. Also, no extradition policy.”

“Why do you even know that?”

Cardan shrugs.

“Look,” the Roach says, “we’re short on time. Your brother and Madoc are going to come over and tell you Dain killed himself out of shame when his plan was discovered. He left a note, confessing, yadda yadda. It’s bullshit. He didn’t commit suicide.”

“What?” Cardan and I ask, in unison.

I shake my head, as if trying to shake off our now unshakeable connection. “Then what happened to him?”

The Ghost doesn’t say anything, or even fully turn his head, but without lifting his eyes from my leg, he somehow indicates where Madoc and Balekin stand, in conversation with the police.

“No,” I whisper. It sounds naive, even to me, but I don’t want to believe Madoc is capable of those horrors, even though the fear our kidnappers expressed when they spoke of him seemed real. “No, it—Dain was a client, he and Madoc were friends—”

“Do you think that would matter if Dain went after Madoc’s family?” the Roach asks.

My stomach turns. “How do you know Dain didn’t kill himself?”

“Because he wouldn’t,” Cardan says quietly. “He’s Dain. He’d think he’s clever enough to find a way out, even if everyone was closing in on him, and he’d probably be right.”

“We don’t know exactly what happened,” the Roach continues. He makes a show of fiddling with the stethoscope around his neck. “We just know that he was increasingly agitated about the way negotiations were going, and then we suddenly had no contact. I went to his office, then to his place. Coroner beat me there. Single gunshot wound to the chest, pistol with his prints on it. Seemed open and shut.”

I sense Cardan’s horror, and look to see that he’s gone pale. I lay my hand on top of his. Something tells me that he doesn’t have much of an issue believing that Balekin is capable of murder, even of a brother. And Cardan clearly didn’t like Dain, but what does that mean for his safety?

“You couldn’t have waited around and told us this in the basement?” I ask, feeling again like I am observing this all from afar, watching a scene in a movie that just happens to star me.

“We didn’t know what Dain told them before he died, so we had to clear out pretty fast. Left your stuff with the cops so you’d be found, left the door unlocked so you could leave whenever you wanted. Besides.” He raises one eyebrow. “You guys were busy.”

I flush; it’s true that Cardan and I couldn’t and wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere once we’d finally given ourselves over to each other. But all of this is too much. “Well, we can’t trust you.”

“You can’t trust your dad,” the Ghost says. “We’ve never lied to you.”

“You did shoot her,” Cardan points out. “Most people would say that’s worse.”

The Ghost just shrugs.

“Look, believe us or don’t,” the Roach says. “But you have to admit that something’s rotten here. You’re going to need help. Eyes and ears. And I also hear that one of you is coming into a very large sum of money and a considerable amount of corporate influence in a little less than a year.”

“There it is,” I mutter.

But Cardan looks delighted. “Do you guys have a business card you can leave with me or something?”

“Are you planning to kidnap anybody?” I demand.

“No, but I could use the help,” Cardan admits. “He’s right. Once I come into that inheritance, there’s going to be a huge target on my back.”

“We’ll call you. In the meantime, you’ve got a clean bill of health.” The Roach pats his shoulder. “Good for you.”

“Thanks, man.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see two figures break away from the detectives and begin approaching us. I say, “You’d better clear out.”

The Roach doesn’t thank me, but he gives me a little nod before disappearing around the side of the ambulance, whistling. That’s what passes for honor among thieves, I suppose. The Ghost remains, having drawn the short straw, his generically handsome features apparently working to render him inconspicuous.

“How is she?” Madoc asks him. I make myself look up at his face and try not to think about how, if what the Roach said is true, he might have recently pulled the trigger on one of Cardan’s brothers. The other brother stands next to him, looking less sour than before.

The Ghost stands. “They’re both good to go,” he says. “It looks like she sprained her ankle a few days ago, but it’s healing well.”

“The wound on her leg?”

“Nothing serious.”

Madoc nods, and then turns to me. The Ghost melts back into the scenery as though he wasn’t even there to begin with. No mystery as to how he got that codename.

Balekin stands at Madoc’s side, both men casting shadows across our knees. Madoc’s arms are folded, and Balekin’s jaw is set. I see his eyes find my hand resting on top of Cardan’s, but for some reason I am not at all worried about censure. Not from him.

Balekin says, “We’ve been given leave to take you back to your homes to rest, provided you return tomorrow to give your statements to the police. No one here wishes to… prolong your ordeal.”

“Wait,” I say, my heartbeat picking up in my chest. “Wait. Nobody’s told us what’s going on. Where’s Dain? How do we know he won’t try again?”

“He’s dead,” Madoc declares. “When he realized he wasn’t going to get away with it, that he had no other recourse…”

I swallow. I had hoped he’d say something else, anything else. “Oh. I see.”

Cardan covers his discomfort with a snicker. “Well, good riddance.”

“We’re hoping you can help us fill in the rest of the gaps once you’re up to sharing what, exactly, happened over the past five days,” Balekin says.

“I don’t know how much help we’ll be,” Cardan replies, shrugging loosely. “If it was Dain, we never saw him. And the guys who took us all wore masks.”

I’m surprised at how easily he lies, but maybe I shouldn’t be. I have to reevaluate everything I thought about his childhood; it probably involved a lot of lying to Balekin. Madoc doesn’t seem to notice anything, and it’s hard to get bullshit by him. He just watches me with a quizzical expression.

“Well, maybe you’ll remember something useful after you’ve had your rest.” Balekin jerks his head toward the waiting car, already beginning to walk away, assuming Cardan will follow. “Come on.”

Cardan glances at me with uncertainty, then begins to stand. I take his hand again and pull him back down. “No.”

Balekin turns around. “What did you say?”

I stand now, keeping hold of Cardan’s hand. “I said ‘no.’ I’m sure you have business back in the city. Cardan can come stay with us.” I look at Madoc and try to reassure myself that he is the safer choice. “There’s plenty of room in the house.”

“There is,” Madoc agrees, his tone carefully neutral.

“So it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

Balekin looks angry. He doesn’t want to lose his influence on Cardan. “That’s very generous, but I have just gotten my youngest brother back, and I’m not eager to let him out of my sight.”

“He’ll be under Madoc’s protection.”

“You have to admit, it does seem safer,” Cardan chimes in. He seems a little dumbstruck by the way the whole situation is unfolding. Maybe no one’s ever stood up to Balekin before. Certainly

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Balekin says, trying to loom over me. He is tall, but tall doesn’t faze me. “I’m his brother. I’ve been his guardian since he was a child. I will be taking him back.”

“Well, Cardan isn’t a child anymore. He’s an adult, and I’m his mate,” I say, sticking up my chin. “And he is coming with me.”

I yank hard on Cardan’s hand, bringing him to his feet, and start off toward the car Madoc came in. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cardan, smiling, give his brother a shrug. “Omegas,” he says. “What are you gonna do?”

What, indeed. I don’t even know what I am going to do. Everything that happened in the last one hundred and thirty-two hours seems to have pushed us so much further down the road to a strange and dangerous adulthood. I don’t know if either of us are ready for what lies ahead, much less ready to defy our dangerous parental figures or negotiate the relationship we’ll have once I’m in college.

But it doesn’t matter, not right now. Because I have just pulled off a bigger heist than the Ghost, the Roach, and the Bomb could ever dream of. Because Cardan’s hand is in mine. Because his smile is, as always, contagious, so I am smiling too. Because we survived our trial, so maybe we can survive anything. Because he would choose me, and I chose him. Because neither of us is alone. Because he is my mate.

The rest, we’ll figure out when it comes.

[authoressofdarkness]

Sick of his world and with nothing left to hold him there, Peter Parker decides to travel to an alternate universe. Once there, it doesn’t take long for that world’s Tony Stark to find him and take an interest.

(Trigger warning for suicidal ideation. Alll photos are from Pinterest.) 

He’d expected it to hurt.

Well, okay, maybe not hurt, exactly. But he hadn’t expected it to feel good either. Traveling through time and space probably wasn’t going to have the greatest of affects on his body.

And that was assuming he even lived, which… hey, he wasn’t sure of, and he hadn’t particularly cared. Why would he? There was nothing left for him in his universe. No family, no friends, not even Spider-Man. All dead, gone, or impossible. And as an unmated omega with no remaining family, he’d either be forced into a bond with someone he didn’t know, or he’d become a ward of the state.

If he was going to run anyway, running somewhere it might be different seemed like the best way to go about it. So he did his research, put the time into it. If wasn’t too far of a leap from what he’d already been working on. And of course he knew things could go wrong, or that he could die — especially if he was already dead in the new universe, he didn’t know what that would mean for him. But even death was better than where he was right now, so whatever. He didn’t care. Not really. Might even be preferable, actually. His powers had made it impossible to try to end things on his own. If he lost those in the new universe… well. All the better, really.

And he’s not wrong. It’s not exactly a comfortable feeling. Especially when he comes crashing down onto the concrete roof of a building, since he hadn’t had much way to control for landing or where he would end up, and immediately snaps the wrist of his stronger hand trying to catch himself.

Fucking great. He can’t die, just get painfully injured. Now he can’t even sling webs. He has no idea where he is and no idea how to get off this roof without his webs. Unless…

He crawls over to the edge of the roof and looks down. Thinks about it. It’s a long, long way down. Possible, but if it didn’t kill him… painful. So painful. And he’d risk exposing himself and facing a fate worse than death in this world that he has no idea what to expect from or where to find the tech to escape from, so...

“Planning to jump?”

The cool voice comes from somewhere behind him. Peter looks up in surprise — both at the fact that he’d been so deep in thought he hadn’t heard anyone approaching, and also at the voice itself. It was the last thing he’d expected to hear, and the image is even more confusing.

Because in his universe, Tony Stark is dead. But the man hovering behind him is definitely Tony Stark. So he’s alive in this world, but… undeniably different. The deadly silent blue and silver armor he’s wearing proves that beyond any doubt. More technologically advanced, for sure, and also more… well. If the way his eyes glow blue are any indication, he’s certainly not human.

Peter gives himself a moment to take him in, then shrugs, looking back over the edge of the roof. His mind spins with thoughts, but he’s in no hurry to act on them. “Maybe. I haven’t decided yet,” he says honestly.

He feels those eyes on his back, and Tony’s quiet for a moment, considering. “Not exactly what I expected to find when I detected a break in the time continuum,” he admits finally. “Why come to another world just to commit suicide?” He sounds genuinely curious.

Peter shrugs. “I was hoping the jump would kill me, but it didn’t. Or that I’d merge with myself from this world, and die that way. Didn’t work, either.” He looks down. “I don’t think this one will do it, either. My body would knit itself back together too quickly.”

“You’re not human.” It’s a statement, not a question. He almost sounds… fascinated?

“Not entirely. I got bitten by a spider in high school. Been different ever since.” Peter sighs. Maybe he should be worried, telling him all this. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing it. But he’s just so far past caring at this point. “Did you come here to kill me?” he asks, not worried, just tired and a bit curious. What had this Tony Stark intended to do about a break in the continuum? Was he good? The outfit change, the fact he wasn’t human  — and a glance around the abnormally quiet city — led him to believe he wasn’t near as merciful as the old Tony, at least.

“If I had to. If you were going to be too annoying, or a potential threat.”

“And now?”

A pause. “Now I’m more inclined to keep you, I think.”

The response startles a laugh out of him. He hadn’t expected that, particularly the honesty in what or why if he’d said no. But he’s not scared, really. Maybe he should be, but actually… “Keep me? You think that’s a good idea?”

“It sounds like a fantastic idea.” Tony moves up behind him, not quite touching him but hovering just close enough for the hairs on the back of Peter’s neck to stand up. “You’re young. Cute. Unmated, I can smell that. You’re obviously smart to be hopping through time and space. You’ve got nothing left, true — perhaps no reason to live, but no reason to die, either. And in your case, dying is so much trouble.” His breath tickles the back of Peter’s neck. “You and I could do so much, kid. I could give you a reason to live — or at least an outlet when living becomes too much. You’ve already figured out you can’t do it on your own. Help me, and I’ll help you.”

Peter considers it. He’s not wrong. And yeah, okay, this obviously isn’t the same Tony Stark from his world. He’s different. Certainly not a hero, at least. But he’s familiar, and what he’s offering…

He turns around, slowly getting to his feet on the roof. Tony is waiting, hovering just a little above the ground with a hand held out to him. He takes it. With a cocky grin, Tony pulls him against his body, an arm holding him in place, and they’re off.

[crashdevlin]

Fool For Love 10- Compromising

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Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass. This series is also available on Archive.

Summary: Sam is determined to fix things between his brother and their omega, but with Dean stuck in his self-hatred and Y/n stuck in her self-pity, that's a little harder than it seems.

Pairing: former Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader

Word count: 3261

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, past kidnapping, Dean having no clue how to fix shit, some awkwardness, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! knotting sex, heat, oral (fem rec)

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“Thank you, Sam. I really could have figured it out myself, though,” Y/n said as Sam set the LOMMARP down in her living room.

"Well, I know, but I wanted to help," he said as he stepped back to examine the placement. He bit the inside of his lip for a moment before he cleared his throat. "And, uh, I didn't end up putting it together. It was Dean."

She looked away and sighed. "Yeah,” she responded softly. “I can smell him on it."

"He told me not to tell you, but I didn’t want to lie.”

“Well, thanks for respecting me enough not to lie,” she said, turning away from the bookshelf and sitting on the couch.

“Of course I resp-” Sam took a deep breath. “Y/n, I know that you were burned by Dean’s-”

“I was destroyed by Dean,” she interrupted. “He killed me and then he killed my boyfriend and then he killed my beta existence.”

Sam’s shoulders tightened with tension. “You chose to become an omega again. It wasn’t him.”

“No, it was you,” she reminded, softly. “And yeah, some of it was me. I convinced myself that it was the right thing to do, so I’m at fault for my condition too, but the simple fact of it is that none of this would have happened if Dean hadn’t killed me two years ago.”

Sam took a deep breath and sat next to her on the couch. “You need to talk to him.” She looked over, her eyebrow raised. “Look, I’m very happy to have this time where it’s just you and me and you act like the sun shines out of my ass, but…” Sam licked his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You love Dean and Dean loves you and don’t argue about it because being mad at him for what he’s done doesn’t change the fact that you love him.”

She looked away from him and scratched at her neck so Sam set his hand on her knee. “You wouldn’t have saved him if you didn’t still love him. I know you’re angry. I’m angry too. We lost out on two years with you because Dean fucked up, but we can get past it. We can get past the anger and find the love again...but not if you don’t talk to him.”

"Talking to him is...too hard, Sam."

"No, it's not. I'll be with you. Come on, Y/n." He squeezed her knee and she sighed.

"Okay. But not here...and not at the Bunker. Neutral ground."

Sam smiled. "I know just the place."

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"The park, Sam? Really?" Dean bitched as he parked the Impala and looked around the parking lot for a sign of Y/n.

"It's neutral, Dean. It's not her place. It's not our place," Sam explained as he pushed open his door and climbed out. "Plus, it's open air so no one can claim that pheromones played a part in the discussion. It’s the best place for this."

Dean rolled his eyes and exited the Chevy, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and sighing. "This is not gonna work."

"Yes, it will. She still loves you. It'll work," Sam promised, walking away toward the picnic area.

"Would you forgive me for all the crap I pulled on-"

"I already have." Dean looked over at Sam, confused, but Sam was looking ahead to where Y/n was sitting at the nearest picnic table. Sam took the spot on the bench next to Y/n and Dean took the middle of the bench on the other side.

Dean's eyes couldn't lift from the table top as Y/n looked over at him, waiting patiently. She knew well how hard it was for Dean to speak on his emotions. "Sorry" would come easily. Admitting when he's messed up was easy for him, but talking out the whys was always hard.

Awkward silence dragged out over a few long moments, Sam opening his mouth to try start the conversation but thinking better of it each time. Dean reached out to pick at a splinter in the wood, absent-mindedly playing with it as Y/n watched.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I-I know that doesn’t mean anything but I am so sorry, Y/n.” He finally looked up and caught her eyes, tears making his olive orbs shine even brighter. “I’m so sorry about everything. I wish I had helped you when you were sick and I wish I had been able to walk away when I found out you were alive. I’m sorry I-I went feral and fucked your entire life up. What I did to your fiance...he didn’t deserve that. He just fell in love with the most wonderful woman in the world and that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t deserve what I did and I’m so sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, anger dripping into her scent. “He didn’t get the chance to actually be my fiance, Dean. You beat him to death before I even had the chance to say ‘yes’.” Tears filled her eyes at the memory of Malcolm covered in blood with his face smashed. “He was a good man. All he ever did was love me, support me, lift me up. And you killed him. You killed him. How is sorry supposed to fix that?”

“It’s not,” Dean answered, shaking his head. “It’s not supposed to fix anything. But I been…” He took a shaky breath and let his tongue out to run along his bottom lip. “Since I woke up and realized what I did, I’ve been sick about it. I ruined everything for you and I ruined everything again after you worked so hard to put together a good life without us and…” He shook his head as tears finally fell. “I’m so sorry.”

"Yeah, me too. I'm sorry I was so forgettable that you could toss me aside so easily. I'm sorry I picked beta existence instead of Chuck just taking my marks because if I'd chosen the first option, I'd be the only one affected. Malcolm would still be alive and you never would have gone feral, because you wouldn't be mated anymore." Dean's bottom lip trembled as she stood. "Would've been better for everyone."

"Y/n," Sam started but she shook her head and leaned over Dean.

"I was raped by a demon because of you and you never touched me again after. Do you even understand what that did to my self-worth? Do you understand that I thought I was ruined because my alpha wouldn't touch me? How broken I already was about what that monster did and how I felt so destroyed-"

"It was Amara, Y/n, she got in my head and-"

"And you couldn’t push through it. Not for me…and you couldn’t tell me why and you could-" Dean stood and moved like he was going to grab her, but stopped and stepped back instead. She let out a deep breath and licked her lips. "You hurt me in a hundred ways, Dean."

"I know. I wish I could fix it."

"You're talking again. That's a start," Sam said, moving to stand too.

"Right. A start." Y/n cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes. "I'm, um, gonna get going. I've got work in a half hour."

"Okay," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. "Love you. Text me?"

"Yeah," she agreed before nodding at Dean and walking toward the parking lot.

The brothers watched her walk away until they couldn't see her anymore. "Told you it wouldn't work," Dean grumbled before walking away.

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"I was thinking we could do dinner...with Dean," Sam suggested as he brought Y/n a cup of coffee. "It's been a few days, you've calmed down. I know you've been thinking about his apology, right?"

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee. "Yeah. I guess I've been thinking but...it’s...I’m just tired of...compromising, I guess?”

“Compromising?” Sam asked, shaking his head a little.

“Putting aside my feelings and my desires to be...because omegas make things easier, omegas soothe and fix, omegas-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Of course, I do. I’m the omega, it’s my lot in life.” She cleared her throat. “It’s fine. I’m...it’s fine. Let’s just...if you want to have dinner with Dean, we can have dinner with Dean.”

“If you don’t want to, then-” Sam started.

“What I want doesn’t matter,” she dismissed.

“Yes, it does!” Sam argued. “Of course, it does, Y/n.”

“No, it doesn’t, because what I want in my head is a different thing than what I want in my body and my body is going to win out in the end because of these stupid fucking marks.” She closed her eyes tight and scratched her nails across her eyebrows. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Call Dean. We’ll do B&E, get some pizza or something.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure. Gonna have to fix things eventually, right?”

Sam nodded and pulled out his phone.

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Dean was nervous as he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He wasn’t sure why he kept letting Sam talk him into this stuff. Y/n was never going to forgive him. She shouldn’t. He fucked up. He fucked everything up. He ruined everything.

She was sitting at a booth with Sam when he walked into the pizzeria. Dean swallowed thickly and approached the booth, taking the seat on the opposite side. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Sam and Y/n echoed.

“Have we, uh, have we ordered?”

“No. Figured we should wait. That’s the polite thing, right?” Y/n asked, looking down at the tabletop.

Dean bit his bottom lip and shook his head with a sigh. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. You’re obviously uncomfortable and-”

“I’m on the edge of my first heat in years,” Y/n interrupted. “I can feel it starting to claw at my insides. Little cramps, uncomfortable anxiety...it’s just been a while since I felt it, okay? That’s why I’m on edge.”

Dean nodded. “Sorry. I...I couldn’t smell it over Sammy’s scent. I...I hope...I mean...I don’t suppose you’re excited about it, but...Sam’s gonna be good to take care-” The powerful way Y/n rolled her eyes stopped Dean mid sentence.

“Sam won’t be enough, dumbass.”

“Y/n,” Sam chastised quietly and Y/n rolled her eyes again.

“He is. If he’s already forgotten how I almost died last time,” Y/n snapped.

“I didn’t forget,” Dean said, softly, picking at his paper napkin. “I just figured you’d wanna go as long as possible without touching me. Figured I’d be a last-ditch effort, keep yourself away from me until you absolutely have to-”

“You think I’d rather subject myself to rejection sickness for a while instead of having sex with you? You think I hate you so much that I’d put myself through that pain again?” she asked, seriously. Dean just shrugged, still not looking at her. She sighed and shook her head. “If I hated you, I’d’ve let you die...feral and lost. I don’t hate you...much as I want to.”

"So...you don't hate me?" Dean asked, shyly.

"I wish I did. I really tried." Y/n shook her head and picked up her drink. "I tried to hate you when you said I wasn't really dying and I tried to hate you in Seattle and I tried to hate you when Sam asked me to save you, but I couldn't. Even after what you did to Mal...I couldn’t." Y/n took a sip as Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "There was so much potential in our relationship. We got through you being a demon and the Mark making you dark...we could have gotten through anything together."

"'Til I killed you," Dean whispered. "And I did. I killed you, Y/n. I'm the reason you left and Chuck found you and I'm so sorry." He looked up and caught Y/n's eyes. "I'm sorry I'm the reason your family thinks you're dead and I'm sorry I hurt you so badly. I'm so sorry."

The server walked up as Y/n opened her mouth to reply, so she stopped. They ordered their food and fell into a tense silence that followed them across the entire meal. Y/n cuddled closer to Sam as they ate. She was feeling needy, her abdomen cramping more the longer she was around her alphas, but she was doing her best to ignore it. She wasn't exactly happy to be reduced to base animal cravings again and she planned to fight it until the fever hit.

Dean picked pepperoni off of his pizza and sneaked looks across the table. "You should hate me," he whispered eventually. "I do."

"You hated yourself before all this," Y/n snapped.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded and stood, tossing a twenty dollar bill on the table. “It made sense then, too.”

Sam stood as Dean started to walk away from the table. “We’ll call you when she starts her heat.”

“Not until she really needs me, Sammy. You should take care of her needs. I don’t deserve-”

Sam shook his head. “She’ll need you faster than you think she will. First heat. It’s just like a first heat, Dean.”

Dean sighed. “Just call me when she needs me. I don’t deserve to touch her.”

“Coward,” Y/n whispered as Dean walked out of the restaurant.

Sam sat next to her and kissed her forehead. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get you through this.”

“Don’t really have much of a choice, do we?”

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Y/n’s temperature spiked as Sam drove her to her house. She squirmed in the passenger seat of the classic pickup truck as she rolled the window down to get air circulating in the cab.

"God, this feels almost as bad as…" she whimpered, curling in on herself.

"As bad as?" Sam asked, reaching over to set his hand on her thigh.

"The first one. The night at the bar," she whined, spreading her legs in silent invitation. Sam slipped his hand further up her thigh and pressed the seam of her jeans into her mound. She grabbed his hand, grinding against it as she made him put more pressure on her. "It's so overwhelming."

"I'll take care of you, Y/n," Sam promised, rubbing at her clit through her jeans.

She was a sweating mess of pheromones by the time Sam got her to her house. Sam held his breath as he moved to pick her up and help her out of the truck. If he breathed in the powerful scent of her, he likely wouldn't make it inside with her. He didn’t need her neighbors to witness him knotting her on the front lawn. She clung to him as he helped her inside, pulling her keys out of her jacket and opening the door. She whined his name as he helped her in and immediately turned right into the bedroom.

They hadn't done more than kiss and grope each other since she came back to Lebanon. Dean had gone further than Sam. As Sam grabbed her head and pressed a fierce kiss to her lips, she clawed at her clothes, desperate to be free of the constricting material. Sam grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and tugged, growling as she gasped against his mouth.

"Pants off. Bed," he commanded, pulling at his own clothes. She scrambled to kick her shoes off and fumbled with the button of her jeans as she stumbled backward toward the mattress. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Getting between those legs again, listening to you whine. Tasting you. Fuck, I missed the way you taste.”

“Alpha, please,” she whined, dropping back onto the bed and spreading her legs for him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, joining her on the bed. He was overwhelmed by the way she smelled and how she looked, sweating and spread out before him. He ran his hand across her collarbone and down into the valley between her breasts, loving the way she pressed herself closer to him. “I’m going to make you feel better, Omega.”

Sam leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly despite the desire to bite down and make her squirm. Her hand came down and buried in his hair as he laved his tongue over her skin, making the sensitive skin pucker at the attention. Sam couldn’t put into words how much he’d missed the scents and sensations attacking his brain in that moment. A million memories assaulted him as he kissed his way down her body to lick his way along her mound. This was Heaven for Sam. Hearing her noises, hearing her gasps, feeling her fingers grabbing his scalp like her life depended on it, as he feasted on her slick. He wanted nothing more for the rest of his life.

When she came apart on his tongue, he immediately climbed up her body and looked down into her lust-glazed eyes. “Do you want to present or...or should I take you like this or-”

“Let me ride.”

Sam’s cock twitched at the breathless request and he nodded before dropping to the bed beside her. He licked his lips and brushed his hair out of his face as she set her hands on his chest and moved to straddle him. She looked apprehensive for a moment before reaching down and lining his cock up with her entrance. He put his hand over hers on his chest and smiled up at her. “It’s okay, ‘mega.”

She leaned down and kissed him as she started working her way down his shaft. Thick alpha cock filling her up was exactly what she needed and she sighed in relief when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck, Sam.”

“You feel perfect, baby. Such a beautiful omega, so tight and wet. Perfect,” Sam praised as she started to roll her hips.

She wouldn’t have admitted to it in Seattle, but she missed this kind of sex. She missed an alpha dick in her, knot swelling at the base. She couldn’t say she dreamed of it, she hadn’t had any sexual dreams. But she did think about it. She thought about Sam and she thought about his brother, her original alpha, her original love. She missed them both. She missed this.

Sam let her work herself into a frenzy. He let her ride as fast as she wanted to. He let her slam her body down on him and only gave quick thrusts every once in a while to let her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was. When his knot started to fill, she leaned down to kiss him again, nails digging into the back of his neck as she finally fell over into oblivion. Sam reached down to grab her hips and braced his feet against the mattress as he started to thrust up into her, chasing his own ending, wanting nothing more than to knot her once more.

His knot caught and they both moaned loudly, kissing as he continued to try to thrust, his cock twitching inside of her. They were dripping sweat and satisfaction as she dropped to lie against his chest. “That...was amazing,” she whispered, panting harshly.

Sam chuckled and held her closer to him. “Yeah. You feeling okay?”

“For now.”

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Maybe He’d Get Lucky (Lancer Cu/Rin)

“Oi! Oi! You know people who are stabbed and bleed out tend to die, don’t ya, kid?!”

The red headed boy wasn’t paying him any mind, scrambling for the door with his jacket waving behind him. A fool of an alpha, it wasn’t too terribly surprising.

Two years in this profession and he’s seen just about everything. Alphas were rather bullheaded, prone to reacting with a hair-trigger. Omegas were fiery-tempered beings, prone to lashing out and manipulating those around them. He’d seen more than his share of betas, self-proclaimed calm and sensible people, despite their proclivity for enabling the trouble around them.

He rubbed at his face, heading for the door of the hospital.

“Not enjoying the doc act?” Alter called from the security desk.

“Fuck off, Alt. I’m not in the mood,” Cu growled at his sibling. Bad enough they were quadruplets. Worse still that they had the same damn name.

Their mother had been a poor woman.

His hand reached for his pocket, pulling out the pack of cigarettes as he made it to a bench outside. His sigh escaped him softly as he watched the ambulance nearby. His eyes fell to the blond his other sibling had run into a while back.

There was no missing Proto’s eager expression, motioning to the parts of the rig as the girl nearby stood in her uniform.

He must have actually gotten her into joining the crew.

Lucky kid.

The smoke of his cigarette was smarter to look at, rather than a person tonight. There was a craving tonight that no amount of liquor or drug could curb. As it was, the cigarette was barely taking the edge off.

Alpha hormones.

He had that last kid to blame, driving his instincts up like that. He caused all that trouble then wondered why it had taken twice as long to leave the hospital. It probably didn’t help with him knocking the kid out and stabbing him with a scalpel.

Eh, that was what malpractice was for. No one could blame him. Alphas had a tendency for more malpractice trouble after all.

Damn though, finding a woman to bury himself in sounded like such a damn good plan. It was tempting to run down the road to the red light district and having himself a bit of fun. Doing that with someone other than a mate though… Nah. It wouldn’t satisfy well. He’d end up at that Beta, Scathach’s bar. Drinking swill and complaining to an old hag after a 12 hour shift sounded rather dull.

“Maybe I’ll go fishing tomorrow,” he breathed, watching the smoke dance around the visual of Proto landing a rather soft kiss to his little blonde omega woman in the ambulance.

A thump met his ears, driving him from his thoughts.

Nearby, a woman lay on the ground, sprawled with her purse contents spilled out across the pavement. Her brown hair was mussed, her lips were releasing a string of curses as she tried desperately to grab the purse that looked to be-

“Oi! Hey-“

The purse’s strap snapped, leaving the woman to careen forward into the pavement again. Her curses rose up as Cu tossed his cigarette into the ash bin nearby. He grabbed his ID badge from next to himself and rushed over to the woman.

“Hey-“

“D-Don’t!”

Those blue eyes flashed, that glare chilling him right down to the soul for a moment. And then, in the second moment, he felt a rush.

So lively…

Cu moved to grab her things instead, setting them in front of her as the woman shivered and shook like it wasn’t warm enough outside for shorts. There was something wrong. Her hands were shaking, lower lip vanishing repeatedly into her mouth to be brutally tormented.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Are you a doctor or something?” The woman narrowed her eyes a little more.

“Actually, yeah.” He couldn’t help himself. Despite the shit night, he found himself flashing her a cocky smirk. “Doctor Cu, at your service.”

“Really?”

Such a flat response.

There was no missing the doubt, one that he’d seen a thousand times before. Her dark brown hair curled around her face in those twin tails, tempting him closer. He reached for his badge again, flashing it before her for good measure.

“That’s what the ID says, lass. If you’re in some kind of medical problem, or otherwise, I’m your guy.”

“…Are you able to write a prescription?”

Cu frowned.

The woman grabbed her bag, holding it tightly and grabbing his arm. “We need a room. Now.”

First time in a while he’d had someone say that to him.

Alter was raising a brow at him as he passed this time. The woman led him to the doors to the emergency area before he pulled her towards one of the quieter areas and their patient rooms. He could feel something off. There was something strange in her grip, almost like electricity running through their held hands.

The door closed to the room behind him as they entered. The woman finally released him, wobbling to the bed in the room.

“I… I need suppressants.”

“Suppressants?”

Why would she need-

Almost as soon as the question came to his lips, he felt his mind clicking into place. The shaking, the bluntness, the resistance to touch from others except a doctor, the way their touch had been; there were very few reasons someone would react the way she had.

The woman in front of him was barely able to keep her clothes on, hands holding onto the hem of her jumper as she looked around at the room.

Her blue gaze went to his, almost too dilated for him to see the deep oceanic color that rested there.

“I can pay for the suppressants. I just need them.”

“You should get them from your primary doctor,” Cu found himself saying, reverting to the usual method most went through. “All women are able to get them unless they are at a certain age.”

The woman’s face before him turned scarlet, her brown hair being pulled closer.

She’d gotten old enough for mating.

The best method that alphas had found for finding mates, forcing omegas to stop taking their suppressants after they could drink liquors and finish their education to a certain point; she had reached that point in her life.

“How close are you?” Cu asked, his mouth drying as an all too familiar feeling began to run up his spine. His hand was on the door, locking it without thinking.

“…I took pain killers to walk here,” the brunette confessed, trembling away. “I need the suppressants.”

“You know they have to be taken within a week of your cycle.”

“I need them,” she reiterated, eyes closing. “I-I can’t breathe.”

“Do you have an alpha that you can go to?”

He was here.

No. No. He was a professional.

Probably…

The brunette shook her head, tears leaking over those thick lashes of hers. They weren’t sad tears. These things were born from anger. Those brows furrowed and those cheeks flushed, she shook, but with the promise of trouble.

“I can call for one of the Omegarides.”

“I have unwanted alphas near my home.”

Those baby blues looked at him.

Gods, but did those baby blues look to him. Cutting him right to the quick, he found himself catching another whiff of that scent and melting like a damn scoop of ice cream. His work lab coat was pulled off, wrapped around her before he was ushering her after him again.

“I’ve got a place you can stay for now.”

He had a place she could stay, he told her, cursing mentally as he held her in front of him on his motorcycle. He could feel her holding onto the body of the thing, shivering away and closing her eyes. He could feel the way her body slid to press against his own.

The scent was filling his head, his mind went to the cigarettes in his pocket as he carried the virile omega into his place and up to his room.

“It smells like an alpha,” she whined softly.

“You’re in heat,” he pointed out, fighting the urge to take her right on his kitchen counters. It was all he could do to just carry her to his room and set her in bed.

Door closed, he cursed softly.

This was a stupid plan.

This was one hell of a stupid plan.

“I need to drink.”

He messaged his brothers as he downed one of the bottles from the fridge. His eyes went to the other room as a moan escaped it.

He’d keep to the guest room, since his stupid ass had dragged her to his bedroom.

It shouldn’t have been that hard.

She had the door closed. She could barely walk. It made sense that she would remain in that other room and simply writhe and scent his room until she was able to leave and he was able to be driven to madness with a compatible mate’s scent all over his bedroom.

But he wasn’t that lucky. He was the dumbass with the doctoral degree that no one took seriously. He was the guy with a fancy place but the internet didn’t work for shit.

He was the dumbass who had their omega guest opening the door to his guest room, wearing nothing but one of his button ups and climbing into bed with him. Cu didn’t even register what had happened until he felt the body straddling his own. A pair of lips met his, leaving him to moan. His eyes opened as those lips pulled back, the button up being shifted and tugged at by the woman over him.

“Woman-“

“It’s Rin,” Rin whined, fussing further. “I-I can’t. It’s too much. I can take the suppressants late. I don’t care if I get arrested, I-“

He leaned up, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her down to his lips. His mouth moved against hers once again. His hands drifted down to rest at her waist.

And Rin, in all her splendor, moaned again.

The scent drifted across his senses, her frustration coming out a second before her hands clawed at him to get the sheets away. He kicked them aside, rolling them over. His lips met hers again. His manhood pressed to her entrance, feeling the slickness all too well between them.

“Please… Doc..”

“Cu. Just Cu.”

“Cu,” she begged.

Gods, but a woman like this begging.

There was nothing better than each and every inch of her body as he pushed himself into her. The warmth wrapped around him, taking him in with such a loving tightness. The heat of her warmth was enough to make him shiver. It sent his eyes rolling back a little, a moan leaving his lips as the woman beneath him cooed.

“Gods.”

She was his.

He wasn’t even that territorial, but damn. There was surely no woman better than this one.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“I know what to do,” he promised again.

~

The room reeked of sexual deviancy. The light of who knew what day it was filtered into the room. He could feel the woman nearby, stirring slightly against his side.

The sheen of sweat on their bodies gleamed, leaving him to sigh.

The woman, Rin, rolled herself closer. Her face pressed against his chest. Her twin tails long gone now, leaving the opportunity for him to run his fingers through her hair. And run his fingers through, he did. There was nothing better than this.

“Rin,” Cu murmured.

His brunette sighed in her sleep, her heat finally calmed from its however long madness.

It’d be one hell of a courting to keep this one in his bed. Somehow, he had a feeling no amount of prestige or mediocre luck would help either.

“Cu,” the woman whimpered softly.

“Sleep with me a little longer,” he bid softly.

Maybe he’d get lucky.

[shutupandshipit]

Little Life - Ch. 3

Summary:  A baby could ruin his career before it had even started. If anyone found out, he would be kicked out of the Hero Course at the very least and UA at the very worst. Even then, how was he supposed to care for a baby once it arrived? He was a fucking seventeen-year-old boy, not a twenty-nine-year-old omega with their shit at least somewhat together.

…..

Or where Katsuki get pregnant, but is determined to make it to graduation. No matter what it takes.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Chapter: 3/16

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Master Post

Chapter 3: 1 Month

"Kacchan, we shouldn't," Izuku whispered below him, mouth swollen and red from Katsuki's kisses, eyes closed in pure bliss as their bodies slid together despite their boxers still creating a barrier between them.

Izuku was intoxicating. Had always been. His face, his eyes, his mouth, his voice, his body, his scent. Everything sending Katsuki closer and closer to the abyss of his volatile emotions.

It had taken Katsuki the better part of two years of high school to pull his head out of his ass to realize that all of the fantasizing and skirting around each other when they were close to their cycles meant something. That it had always meant something. That it wasn't just his body's natural reaction to a nearby alpha, and that it wasn't going anywhere. He was around alphas all day every day which was just an occupational hazard of working to become a hero, but he'd never once imagined himself being with any of the others the way he almost religiously fantasized about Izuku. The one time he'd tried in first year had resulted in several days of no eye contact with Kirishima.

Even after they'd finally fallen into each other, taking that headlong dive off of the cliff they'd always been teetering on, they'd been careful. Condoms. Birth control. Suppressants. They never did anything close to their cycles, Izuku happily bottoming often times, kept their hands off each other during the day as if nothing had changed.

Everything had changed as it inevitably would though, and Katsuki was starving.

His body was heated almost to discomfort, his cycle right on the cusp of kick starting, and he needed Izuku. Needed him like a dying man needed water.

"Need you, Deku. Want my mate, want you," Katsuki rasped against Izuku's throat as he gently scented him, "Need my alpha, Izuku."

Izuku positively keened beneath him, turning his head to catch his mouth again in another slow, searing kiss.

Izuku had gone pliant beneath him, following his lead as he stripped them of their boxers and straddled his hips. They'd been less careful that night, indulging in each other. Drunk on each other. Relying on the birth control.

Their sex had been different that night, slow and steady and loving as Katsuki took everything his body had been screaming for. He reveled in the heat and feel of Izuku filling him, moving inside him, gripping his hips with bruising force, coming apart beneath him.

When they were both panting and sweat drenched and satiated, Katsuki marked up Izuku as his without sinking in his teeth like he so desperately wanted to. Deep red love marks were his next best option, and he readily used them. Then they lazily made out for hours before passing out together.

Katsuki had never felt more fulfilled in his life.

.....

Katsuki woke up retching which was absolutely the worst end to the best dream, and before he could puke in his bed, he hung his head over the side to use the trashcan he'd put next to his bed just for that reason. "Ugh," he groaned, rolling over onto his back when his stomach was empty.

His bed was empty, and he felt worse for the fact that it was his own fault.

That night... that night had been one of his best experiences in recent memory. He couldn't bring himself to regret any moment of it, every moment of bliss and touch and silent communication.

Even during, he was pretty sure he knew. He knew in his bones that even if they'd used a condom, he still would have ended up pregnant. No matter how careful they were, this would have been the outcome. He'd heard of horror stories like that from other omegas, but he never thought it would actually happen to him. They were all just stupid. They had missed a pill or forgotten to get their shot or they were in the full swing of their heat. Something, anything, to pretend like he wasn't like them.

Here he was though, reliving a blissful memory and puking in a trashcan without his alpha to comfort him. He was no better than any of them. Worse because he was a teenager, still in high school.

He didn't regret that night, but it didn't feel worth it in that exact moment with his mouth tasting of bile and his throat burning.

Rolling out of bed, exhaustion weighing heavy on him as it did more often than not in the past weeks, he staggered into his bathroom. He readied himself for another grueling day. Another day of constant roiling nausea, of napping on the roof at lunch instead of eating with his friends, of fielding questions from Kirishima, of ignoring or all together hiding from Izuku.

All of it just made him that much more exhausted.

He dug out one of the shirts he'd stolen from Izuku's drawers that only smelled faintly of him and pulled it on. The nausea eased just barely, but he hissed as it slid over his overly sensitive nipples. So sensitive that rather than being pleasurable, the stimulation was painful. He hadn't figured out a workaround yet. Women had bras, and he figured that probably helped. Their nipples wouldn't be subjected to the constant shift of fabric. He had half a mind to start tapping gauze over them or something, but he didn't think there would be any explanation that would make sense when the others saw him in the locker rooms.

He finished getting ready, biting back snarls of irritation every time the fabric rubbed, and stuffed a bag of ginger candies into his pocket.

.....

Training got harder. He knew it would, but he wasn't expecting just how intensly.

With his heat, training would be at the very least uncomfortable as those days approached. His body would get heavy, mind wandering more easily, tiredness making a home in his bones, nausea curdling his stomach.

Being pregnant was similar to his heat, but ten times worse for the simple fact that it never stopped. There was never a point where it all became easier, where the nausea faded and he was suddenly wide awake. That, and his tolerance of his idiot classmates had plummeted to levels relevant to his first year of high school.

The thing was that his heat had a designated end. He had no idea when this was going to end. He'd read that the symptoms usually faded by the end of the first trimester, but he was 99.9% sure he wouldn't make it through another two months.

In training, it was embarrassing how hard he was panting from less than half of what he normally did. His head and vision swam, his legs jelly beneath him as they barely held his weight. Luckily, no one was paying attention to him, focused on perfecting their own techniques. Except, of course, for Kirishima who seemed to possess a sixth sense for the slightest change in Katsuki whether emotional or physical. In soft quiet moments when his head was nearly empty, he'd had thought that if Izuku hadn't been the only mate truly worthy of him, he probably would have chosen Kirishima in the end.

He shook head, trying to clear out the weirdly affectionate thought and his vision.

"Hey, Katsuki-" Kirishima started towards him.

Katsuki's legs buckled beneath him. Before his hit the ground, strong familiar arms wrapped around him and cocooned him in Izuku's ever calming woodsy-minty scent. He hung limply in Izuku's arms, just allowing himself for inhale his alpha's scent. The first inhale steadied his legs. The next eased his stomach. The last cleared his head enough for him to shove Izuku away from him with a snarl, "Don't fucking touch me, Deku!"

Izuku's expression was fiercely uncompromising as he glared back, the green lightning of his quirk crackling along his skin and in his eyes. "What's going on, Kacchan? Are you sick?"

"Stay out of my business!"

Aizawa and All Might both took steps in their direction, ready to break them apart.

Expression hardening further, Izuku took a purposeful step forward. "What is that supposed to mean? You are-"

Kirishima slotted himself between them, hands up in supplication and neck bared in submission. He grinned disarmingly. "Alright, you two, let's not start something right now. You've been doing really good not starting unnecessary fights. Let's not end that streak, yeah?"

They continued to glare at each other over Kirishima's shoulder, but after a moment, Izuku calmed and softened until he took a step back. "You're right."

Scoffing, Katsuki turned his back on the pair. He knew Kirishima followed after him when he heard his quick footsteps catching up to him.

"Maybe you should call it a day. You haven't been in top form the past couple weeks. You should rest. Maybe we can talk?" Kirishima asked hopefully, but when Katsuki shot him a glare, his hands raised again, "Okay, okay, but at least rest."

"No." Just the short time with Izuku's scent had nearly completely cleared out his symptoms, and his rolled his shoulders. "I don't need a break, I need a fight. Let's spar."

Kirishima frowned, but followed him to an empty portion of the gym.

[the-woundupbird]

moonrene a/b/o drabble

Byulyi nearly went cross-eyed trying to balance a pencil on the edge of her nose, leaning back to ensure that no wobbles would lead to the object clattering to the floor.

“Byulyi, would you stop being a dumbass and let me copy your notes?” whined Junghwan from his seat next to her.

“You should have finished it last night instead of playing video games.  I asked you to go to the library after cram school but you said no.”

“I didn’t want to have to get caught up in an enforcer patrol.  They always walk around our school because it’s integrated.”

Byulyi harrumphed as her pencil finally tipped off her nose and she caught it in mid-air.

“The enforcers aren’t that scary.”

“They’re the only branch of the police force that can freely carry guns in Korea.  How is that not terrifying?”

“They only are supposed to use them on alphas that go berserk.  You saw the news the other day right?”

She tipped her head back and met Junghwan’s sullen gaze.  Of course he had.  The whole country had watched breathlessly as the blurry images circulated all across South Korea.  Even though the schools had just started being integrated two years ago in an effort to lessen the bias amongst alphas, betas, and omegas, last week’s news made it a very hard sell.  Byulyi remembered seeing how even the grainy pixels of a handheld video had to be blurred as the alpha, clearly not on his scent blocker medication, had torn out the throat of an omega high school girl in broad daylight.  It’d gone viral in hours and trended globally by the end of the day.

So much for South Korea being the leader in cutting edge scent-blocking pharmaceutical research.

“I heard that alphas might have to start filing their teeth down now,” Junghwan murmured as he pillowed his head on his arms.

“Don’t they already?  I heard naturally they’re even sharper than betas’ teeth.”  Byulyi gave Junghwan a one-handed finger gun and he automatically curled his upper lip to show off the undeniable pointed edge.  But that was just his canines.

“Are they really all sharp? Like actual wolves?”

“Apparently,” Byulyi muttered as she wiggled her pencil in her hand, watching as the rest of her classmates filtered in for the first period of school.  She wiggled her eyebrows at her friend Heeyeon with a smile as the other girl took her seat near the front of the classroom.

“Heeyeon-ah, will you check math answers with me?” she half-shouted across the room.

“After! We’re getting a transfer student and I have to help Ms. Park settle her in.”

“Wait, really?”  Byulyi tilted her head curiously, startling a little when their teacher walked in.  She adjusted something at her desk before the class stood to bow and greet her for the morning.  Byulyi zoned out as she half listened to her teacher do a few cursory announcements.  Outside the classroom she caught sight of dark black hair in the periphery of the window.  If she wasn’t on scent-blockers she probably could smell her but it was mandatory for everyone to be on the medication to suppress as much of their differences as possible.

But, Byulyi could catch the faintest hint of something musky, like pine in the woods on a cold winter night.  It made her heart race a little in her ears.  The scent was untamed in a way that was clearly forbidden as the reintegration tapes had stated.  Wild and free—not for me!

“-Bae Joohyun.”

Byulyi blinked owlishly, tuning back in just in time for the prettiest girl she’d ever seen to slide the classroom door open and enter quietly.  She knew that every one of her classmates was straining a little forward, curious to try to tell what exactly was she.  Was she an omega? A beta? An alpha?

But of course the scent-blockers kept that a secret.  A gift for reintegration.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, Joohyun-ah,” Ms. Park said with a smile, a hand gesturing to the eager students.

“… My name is Bae Joohyun.  I’m a transfer student from Daegu.  I’m… please take care of me.”  She bowed quickly and the rest of the class began a frenzy of curious questions despite the clear shyness tightening her face.

“What high school did you come from in Daegu? Angel High?”

“Are you an omega?  You’re so cute!”

“What’s your favorite food?”

Byulyi rolled her eyes a little and by chance her and the transfer student made eye contact.  She blinked slowly, nose twitching as she tried to put a finger on the faint scent.  It was almost like Joohyun knew she was trying to smell her because she flushed and silently sat in the empty seat behind Heeyeon, silencing the questions.

Ms. Park seemed a little flustered as she stared at Joohyun for a long moment before awkwardly shifting on her feet.

“W-well everyone, please be nice to Joohyun, okay? It’s hard transferring in the middle of the second year of high school so answer all her questions.”

Byulyi almost snorted because it’d be the other way around.  Joohyun would be lucky if she got through today with her identity not immediately revealed.

----------------------------------------------------

Byulyi usually left her classroom during break to bother Yongsun but she stuck around to watch everyone flock around the new girl.  She almost felt a little bad at the way they swarmed her, bombarding her with questions like they couldn’t tell she was getting extremely uncomfortable under the weight of them all.  Even Heeyeon looked a little terse despite her usual big smile.

She sighed as she stood and ambled over to the fray.

“-my cousin says that’s the best chicken place in Daegu!  That’s so cool your parents own that restaurant chain.”

Joohyun weakly smiled at the comment, ducking her head a little and letting her dark hair fall more in front of her face.  It was a curtain, Byulyi thought with a sad smile.

“Hey, everyone, class representative Moon Byulyi needs to talk to the transfer student.  So I’m going to steal her for a second.”

“Aw come on, Byul, can’t we have a little fun?”

“After I help her out.  Hey, Vice President Ahn, you probably need to go to the bathroom before class starts right? I’ll take care of the transfer kid.”

“Oh could you, Byul-ah? Thanks I’ll be right back!”

Joohyun raised her head, exchanging a smile with Heeyeon as the taller girl practically leaped from her seat and sprinted for the bathroom.

“Want to get out of here?” Byulyi stepped in front of the crowd of curious students.  She blocked them from Joohyun’s line of sight with her back, bracing her hands on the corner of the girl’s desk and chair.  Byulyi almost flushed at how close they were with Joohyun’s thigh almost brushing her knee.

“Where?”

Byulyi just smirked and grabbed Joohyun’s wrist, running off with a barking laugh to the dismay of her classmates.  She didn’t realize the transfer student was laughing too until they’d climbed a few flights of stairs to the empty music classroom.  Byulyi dropped Joohyun’s wrist as she stumbled into a chair, flipping her long bangs out of her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Byulyi looked up at Joohyun who was still uncertainly standing near the door, one hand clenching onto her wrist.  She looked uneasy as she glanced around the empty classroom.  It was like she was worried a chair was going to jump up and bite her or something.

“They’re all really nice.  We all basically went to the same middle school together so getting a transfer student is really fun for us.  But I can get how all those strangers up close might be scary.”

Joohyun tucked some of her hair behind her ear with a nod.  Noticing how stiff the other girl’s shoulders were made Byulyi feel a little guilty.  She seemed just as nervous as when they were down stairs.  With a determined glance around the classroom she ambled toward the only piano in the corner and gestured for Joohyun to join her.

“Can you play?”

“A little.”

“How about this one?”

Byulyi tinkered around a little, pulling a playful rendition of chopsticks from the old keys.  Joohyun bit back a smile as she tapped along, the two of them making a sloppy stream of music.

When they stopped, Joohyun turned to look at her and Byulyi swore her eyes were almost golden in the lighting.  But it must have just been her imagination.  After all, it was a lot having such a pretty girl staring at her like that.

“What perfume do you use?” she asked quickly, making a show of randomly pressing a series of lazy chords against the keys.

“Perfume?”

“Yeah.  Everyone wears it since the scent blockers sort of make you smell… sterile.  Like a hospital room.”

“I don’t wear perfume,” Joohyun mumbled as her eyes fell back to the keyboard, her profile solemn as she produced a sad string of notes from the piano.

“Oh sorry, you just smell-” Byulyi’s eyes widened at the way Joohyun’s jaw clenched so hard she could see the muscle twitch “-nice.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah.  Like have you ever gone hiking when there’s snow on the ground? It makes the trees smell so clean and fresh.  Especially the hour or two before it gets dark.  I think… I think you smell like that.”

Joohyun looked at Byulyi oddly before staring back down at her hands on the piano, small fingers almost engulfed by the sleeve of her uniform blazer.  Even though Byulyi was an omega, there was something about the other girl that made her want to protect the gentleness that seemed to ooze out of the careful way she touched everything.  If she touched me, would she act like I was made of glass, too? Byulyi wondered.

“You shouldn’t be able to smell me with the scent-blockers,” Joohyun muttered tersely, fingers tracing the piano keys but no longer playing.  “Are you an alpha? Your sense of smell is really strong.”

“No.  I’m not actually.  I was born with a good nose.”  Byulyi gave Joohyun a half-smile which the girl almost returned.

“You smell nice, too.”

“You can smell me?”

“Well, you’re standing right here,” Joohyun flushed, her cheeks undeniably pinkish at the way Byulyi leaned forward curiously.

“What do I smell like?”

Joohyun stopped trying to pull away, letting Byulyi be nearly a breath away as she let her gaze slide from her bangs to the slope of her jaw.

“Sweet.  Like candy.”

“Well don’t eat me.  I’ve read Little Red Riding Hood and I know how that story goes.”

“Do I look like the Big Bad Wolf?”

Byulyi lifted her head to laugh at the absurd question Joohyun was posing. This tiny person that looked more like a doll than a girl was asking if she was some monster from a story?

But then when Joohyun just stared back at Byulyi with not a hint of bluster, she found she couldn’t quite say no.  

[thefightingbull]

A Boy Needs His Father Pt. 2

@elloryia, sorry couldn’t resist another piece

Mick stopped the lawnmower as he watched his son jump out of Len’s Jetta and slam the door shut with terrible force. Leonard got out after the car turned off and shouted for Jason to stop, but the little boy ran onto the front porch, ignoring a direct command from Leonard for the first time since they’d brought him home.

“Jason stop!” Mick snarled in a deep, powerful alpha voice that froze the boy in his tracks. “Turn your ass around right now.”

“Mick, just back off,” Leonard sighed as he walked over to their somewhat frozen child. “You don’t even know what’s going on.”

“I know he ignored you and was slamming doors,” Mick growled as they both approached Jason.

When Mick got a look at Jason, he felt his rage boil over as he growled at Leonard. “What the fuck happened?”

Jason’s left eye was rapidly bruising and his lip was busted and swollen on the same side. Mick’s pup looked like he’d taken a hell of a beating and the alpha in him roared for blood. His pack, his son, his pup had been struck by a stranger and left marked! Someone would pay. That’s all there was to it.

Leonard shivered at the effects of the alpha voice and then glared at him. “Don’t use that tone on me, Mick, or I’ll leave you with more than a case of blue balls.”

Mick ignored his omega’s threat and watched as Leonard pulled Jason into his arms and nuzzled him. The omega made sure to scent the boy as he cuddled him. Mick crouched down beside the pair and sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have snapped without knowing what was happening, but at the moment he had larger concerns.

“What happened?” Mick tried in a softer tone, hoping all would be forgiven with both his omega mate and his son.  

“He won’t tell me. It didn’t happen at school, though, or we would have been called,” Lenny frowned. “Jason, come on. You need to tell us what happened.”

Mick knew deep down that Jason wasn’t going to say anything to Leonard. He didn’t know how he knew, but the kid was ashamed, and Jason didn’t like being coddled at the moment. Mick could tell by how stiff the pup was and how he tried to hide his face, keeping his eyes turned away from Leonard in particular.

“Let me have him.” Mick held out his arms.

“I can handle it.” Leonard scowled.

Normally Mick would love to sit and argue, but he didn’t have time for this. There was still a lot of work to be done in the yard before the sun went down and he wanted to finish it. He also didn’t want to wait for Jason to find his voice or for Leonard to figure out he was actually the cause of Jason’s distress. His omega would be hurt by it.

He stood up, grabbing Jason as he did and placed the kid on his hip. Jason somewhat helped as he held on, but he turned his face away again. Mick could feel the tears falling into his shoulder, but kept quiet about it.

“Fine,” Leonard hissed icily.

“Len, don’t even,” Mick stated calmly. “A boy needs his father. It’s nothing to be offended about.”

Leonard took a deep breath and then nodded before he got to his feet and headed inside. When the door shut gently, Mick was relieved. It meant his partner was seeing reason. Now all he had to do was get his pup to do the same and they could all get back on with their merry little lives.

“Okay, Jason, what happened?” he asked softly.

Thankfully, Jason turned to face him, his bruises radiating a small bit of heat that Mick was able to feel. He took Jason away from the front of the house and moved to the front of the yard near the lawnmower. Once they were seated on the ground, he shuffled Jason a bit so that the boy was sitting in his lap.

“If you talk softly, Dad won’t hear,” Mick promised.

“I got beat up.” Jason’s bottom lip trembled.

“Yes, I see that,” he said, trying not to let on how much it enraged him. “By who?”

“These older boys were calling a girl names, and she started to cry,” Jason started. “I told them to shut their mouths and we got into a fight.”

Mick nodded. “You don’t seem like the kind of pup who cries over a few bruises.”

“I’m not crying because of that!” Jason shouted. “I’m… I’m just so fucking pissed off!”

Mick covered his mouth to keep from laughing at the explanation. Once he was sure his surprised laughter had subsided, he gave Jason a stern look. “I’ll let you get by with pissed and damn, but you aren’t going to be running around spouting off the ‘F’ word, got it?”

“Yes, Pop” Jason said, nodding as a few more tears fell. “But I got so mad and then I started crying! I don’t even know why that happened!”

“Still is,” Mick snickered as he gently brushed a few tears away with his knuckles. “You need to take a few deep breaths and settle down, son.”

Once more, Jason nodded and took three big, deep breaths. “Dad kept wanting to know who did it, or how old they were and I was so pissed off because I shouldn’t have gotten beat up at all! ‘Cept they were cheating cause all of them were trying to get me and Kasey was being a useless ass!”

“Jason, language, last warning.”

The small boy looked him over and must have decided Mick was serious, because he nodded once and then continued his story. 

“I don’t mind that I lost ‘cause it was four against one! But I’m so mad, Pop! I just want to hurt them worse than anything ever, and Dad hates bullies. What if he starts to hate me, too! What if he finds out I hit them first! He’ll get rid of me!”

Mick felt his heart ache at the sight of his son breaking down. Len and Lisa had some major issues with their father and his nasty temper. The man was a drunk and abusive. Everything a bully tended to be when they grew up. Was Jason hearing snippets of conversations? Had their son overheard Leonard’s talks with some of the Rogues about his hatred for bullies and abusers?

It certainly explained why the boy didn’t want Leonard to look at him.

“Look at me, Jason,” Mick ordered. He took the boy’s chin between his thumb and forefinger to be sure the boy didn’t try to look back down. “Neither of us are ever going to cast you off, do you understand? You are not Lewis Snart and you are not Willis Todd. You are Jason Leonard Rory forever and always.”

“But what if I grow up to be just like Willis? Victims sometimes become abusers; my counselor said so,” Jason insisted.

“You think we’d let that happen?” Mick asked. “Look at it this way, son, my mom and dad… they were good. They didn’t care for fire. I turned out nothing like them. And your daddy? Does he seem like a bully to you?”

“No,” Jason said, shaking his head.

“Lisa’s not a bully either, is she?”

Jason finally smiled. “No, but she’s still mean sometimes.”

“Well, that’s just Lisa’s personality,” Mick snorted. “Lewis Snart was never hurt by his old man. Dillon Snart was a good man and a good cop, but Lewis came out as twisted as they come. Some people just have it in ‘em. I know; I’ve seen it. But you? Never. Even if we’d left you in Gotham, you’d never have become anything like them.”

“But I attacked them first,” Jason sniffled. “They were only name-calling, but I was the first to throw my fist and Dad says only bullies hit first.”

“It wasn’t to stop someone from hitting you?” Mick asked.

“No, Sir.” Jason frowned.

“Then you’re right. You messed up, Jason. Don’t matter what people say, you don’t go around hitting them over words.” Mick pulled the kid into a tight hug before he got the wrong impression. “Just because you made a mistake though, it don’t mean you’re banished or disowned.”

“But Dad hates bullies,” Jason said, sniffling hard.

“Dad doesn’t hate you,” Mick promised. “Even if you turned out like Lewis Snart, you’d break his heart, but he’d never hate you.”

“Jason.” 

They both looked up at Leonard. The sneaky bastard had probably been listening the whole time.

Once again their son’s pretty blue eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Leonard. “Yeah?”

Leonard dropped to his knees and held out his arms. The boy practically leaped out of Mick’s arms and into his other father’s. They hugged each other tightly.

“Mick’s right; I could never hate or disown you. I’m not that cold.” Leonard offered a smile.

To Mick’s relief, Jason laughed at his dad’s pun. 

“I’m sorry I hit them first,” he said softly.

“It’s complicated, Pup,” Mick threw in and reached out to touch the boy’s hair in a show of physical support. “But you’re young. You’re gonna fuck up now and again.”

Warning, icy blue eyes caught Mick’s as Leonard shook his head. “Don’t talk like Mick or you’ll wind up with a bar of soap in your mouth. Now go inside and get cleaned up. You and I are going to have a talk about today and what to do in the future.”

“Okay.” 

Jason was released from Leonard’s arms and ran into the house.

“Thanks for the assist,” Mick said with a smirk.

“Well, a boy needs his father,” Leonard said as he rolled his eyes. “You’re more than welcome to join us for the talk.”

“Nah, the pup knows I love him, you’re the one he’s scared of losing,” Mick teased.

“Watch it, Alpha,” Leonard sneered before walking over to him.

Mick leaned in and kissed his omega. “Go take care of our pup, Babe.”

Leonard headed toward the house. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’ll make sure our pup knows he’s never getting tossed out in the cold.”

[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins- Crepes & Friend Dates

Even in Hawkins Part Nine

Billy Hargrove x reader x Steve Harrington 

Word Count: 2.8k (how?)

Warnings: some sad Steve, illness mentioned (nausea), omegaverse stuff but it’s lowkey

(they are trying to hold hands)

At practice the next day, Steve was playing worse than normal. He was dribbling, Billy getting behind him to block him. “So, Harrington, you leave an omega behind for a perfectly boring alpha and bitchy beta?” He asked, Steve groaning and pushing back against him in an attempt to get him to move. “Stevie, you’re missing out. But I am glad you let Y/n go. She’s a great lay.” Steve tripped, Billy knocking him on his ass yet again. Steve got up, walking off the court and stomping toward the locker room. “Harrington?! Where are you going?!” He flipped Billy off, the alpha pausing as it looked like Steve was wiping his face. Billy started to go after him, the coach yelling for him to stay on the court. After, Steve was still in the locker room, messing with his hair in the mirror. “Steve.” The omega looked at him with red, watery eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I went too far.” Billy attempted to apologize. Steve sniffled again, shrugging. “Are you okay?” He asked Steve, the taller boy sighing. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” Billy sighed, reaching to touch Steve but he pulled back so he could face him.

 “Did she really sleep with you?” Billy nodded. “I’m pretty sure we’re dating.” He admitted. Steve nodded. “Be nice to her, please.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t be you, you know? Don’t be a dick.” Billy laughed. “I promise.” He held his pinky out to Steve, who wrapped his own around Billy’s.

The next Thursday, Y/n took her little brother to the arcade, Steve happening to be there as well. She came up to him, Steve looking down at her in surprise. “Hey.” She smiled, Steve looking nervous. “Hi.” His nose crinkled as he finally took in her scent. “Did you sleep with Billy again?”

“We decided to start dating and see what happens.” She explained softly, not wanting anyone to know too much about their private conversation. “Are you trying to get with someone?”

“Can we talk outside?” Steve asked, pinky laced through hers as she leaned over to look for her brother. “Yeah.” Y/n told her brother where she was going and that he could ask any of the older kids for something if he needed to. Steve dug a pack and lighter out of his pocket, lighting a cigarette.”

“Steve, are you okay?” She hadn’t seen him smoke since he had started dating Nancy in eleventh grade. “I broke up with you because Nancy and Jonathan offered to let me join them. Like, date both of them. I’m sorry.” She nodded, feeling a little hurt despite finally getting the real reason.They said they loved each other and Steve just dropped her the instant Nancy was available again? Steve’s eyes were dark; his posture was considerably worse and he looked exhausted. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He gave a sharp nod. “Just stressed.”

“Steve, I’m still your friend. You don’t have to lie to me.”

“It’s weird, okay?!” He tossed the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. “I feel like I’m not with either of them. Like some creep. It’s not like when, you know, we were together. Or even what it was like to be with fucking Hargrove. I feel like a third wheel.” He lit another one, Y/n tempted to take the pack from him. “Wanna go to lunch on Saturday?”

“Yes. Jesus, this week has been weird.” He pocketed his lighter and his pack of smoked, breathing deeply. “And tell him to lay off, will you? You don’t even smell like yourself.”

“I think that’s kinda what he wants.” She said with a laugh. “Probably. Oh, shit, did you want one?” He went to reach for his packet again. “I’m good.” She was trying to really smell Steve’s scent but he was smothering it. “Call me if you wanna talk before then, okay?” She grabbed one of his hands and squeezed. “See you at the game tomorrow night?” She asked. He snorted. “Carrying the team with Hargrove. Doesn’t help that half the team also thinks we’re screwing.” He grumbled, Y/n letting out a little snort.

Steve had to admit it hurt to see Y/n in the stands, there to cheer for Billy and not him, especially since no one had shown up to cheer Steve on. Except, maybe they did. He scored a two pointer. “GO STEVE!” Y/n screamed, Steve smiling when they locked eyes. He felt better already. She was waiting outside the building after the game, waving at Steve when he came out of the entrance. “Hi! You were great out there!” She chirped, Steve blushing. “Thanks.” He smiled sheepishly. “I bet your coach is pretty happy you scored a winning point, huh?” He nodded. “Yeah. Billy still did most of the work though.” She shrugged, nudging his foot with hers. “You were still gre-” She sucked in air sharply, an arm wrapping around her neck. “Jesus, man. Don’t choke her out.” Steve grumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. Y/n grabbed Billy’s arm, pulling it away from her neck. He lowered his arm to place it around her waist, pulling her into a kiss. She smiled into it, gently curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Hi.” Steve felt weird, knowing the tone of her voice. Loving. Caring. “Hi.”

“You were amazing!” She praised, curling into him. Billy stood a little straighter, pulling her in tighter. “See you for lunch tomorrow still?” Steve nodded. “Bye, Steve!”

“Bye, pretty boy.” They walked away together, her leaning into him. “Can I buy you a milkshake?”

They sat in Billy’s car outside a diner, sipping on milkshakes and sharing a large order of fries. He was being quiet. “You okay?” He shrugged, shoving another fry into his mouth. “Did your coach say something to you? I mean, I know I know basically nothing about basketball but you basically carried the game.”

“You are the only person who has ever come to a game for me.” He said, turning his head to look at her. “That can’t be true. I know tons of girls who-”

“That I wanted to be there.” He clarified, kissing her cheek. She smiled, leaning over and nuzzling into him. Y/n woke up to a shriek many hours later, her mom in the door. She had no clue why her mom had shrieked until a shirtless Billy rolled onto his side, the weight of his large arms no longer on her. “Shit.” She whispered. “Hi mom.” She grumbled. At least they weren’t naked. And had fallen asleep on top of the covers. She got dragged out of her room, rubbing her eyes. “Who the hell is that?!” Her mom hissed. “Boyfriend. His name’s Billy.” The scowl etched into her mother’s face deepened. “It was 11:30 when we left dinner last night and Billy gets locked out at 10:00 so I thought he could stay for a bit. I’m sorry.” Her mother, also an omega, felt an overwhelming sympathy much like her daughter felt for the boy. She just couldn’t help it. She peaked in the door. “Very pretty.” She mused, smiling at her daughter. “You sure pick the pretty ones, don’t you?”

“Thanks.” She left the door open, Y/n flopping back in her bed. “What just happened?” Billy’s groggy voice entered her thoughts. “I think my mom called you hot.”

“Well, duh. Besides that?”

“I for some reason didn’t get a new one tore into me.” 

“Don’t even have to be awake to be charming.” She snorted. “Sure, Babe.” He wrapped his arms around her. “You got any food in this place?” She nodded. “My mom’s probably making pancakes right now.” Her heart started pounding, Billy nuzzling into her absent mindedly. She blushed pink, purring a little involuntarily. He kept going, the alpha in him liking the reaction.  She giggled when his arms wrapped around her and squeezed tighter, wanting her closer. She turned over and kissed him, tucking her head under his chin. She suddenly saw her alarm clock. 11:15 AM. 

“SHIT!” She scrambled to get up, grabbing clothes out of her closet and running to the bathroom. She was dressed in jeans and a soft pink sweater. He had no clue why it did something to him. He got up and watched her do her makeup before she rushed around trying to find some shoes. She pulled on flats, grabbing her purse. “Come on!” She dragged him down stairs, Billy putting his boots on as she flew around the kitchen. “Thanks, mom.”

“Come back anytime, Billy! Just let us know first.” Her mom teased the young alpha, smiling as her daughter dragged him out the door. “Sunshine, what’s up?”

“I’m sorry. I promised Steve we’d go to lunch today and I don’t want to be late.” She kissed him. “Please be safe going home.” She said, voice softer. She handed him the Tupperware container with chocolate chip pancakes. “I’ll see you Monday?” He nodded, pressing his forehead to hers. She stopped, smiling and reciprocating the bump. “You don’t want to leave the princess waiting.” He teased, Y/n rolling her eyes and running off. Steve was sitting on the front steps when she showed up. She waved as he walked over, turning down the radio as Steve got into the car so she could talk to him. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“Sure.”

“Want to go to the next town?” He nodded, thinking it would be nice to be away for awhile. Steve ordered a savory crepe and coffee. Y/n ordered an omelet and chocolate milk, like the adult she was. “So, what did you wanna talk about?” Y/n prompted and took a sip of her water, hoping she may get further explanation as to what had happened between them. “I-um...I’m sorry about what happened.” He says softly, reaching over and grabbing her hand. “I really do love you, you know.” Y/n felt her chest tighten. “Steve…”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want you to feel like I never actually had any feelings for you. I think the reason I was so quick to accept is because it felt like I’d finally be getting validation for what happened in November.” She nodded, Steve playing with the hem of his shirt. He confesses that he’s gonna work up the courage to leave Nancy and Jonathan. “I feel like a friend they make out with sometimes. I don’t feel like I fit.” She nodded, understanding how it must feel odd despite being the alpha, beta, omega triad. “I get that.” She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. He sighs, both thankful when food is set in front of them. They end up sharing food like they always do, asking for a strawberry crepe once their lunch was gone. “So what’s it like dating Billy?” Steve had his opinions about the blond but wouldn’t voice them because Y/n was his best friend. She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s only been a couple weeks. He’s nice to me. He’s been scenting me a lot, which I didn’t realize alphas did because I’ve only ever been with you.” She had a little smile on her face. Steve didn’t realize how jealous this conversation was going to make him. He should’ve seen it coming. Y/n thought about Billy, what they did together as a couple. It was mostly laying around and watching movies or doing homework together. “He headbutts me sometimes. Not like that! Like, gently. It’s sweet.” 

“I hope you’re aware that all I can see Billy doing his ramming his skull into mine that one time.” She winced. “Sorry.” He shook his head. “It’s kinda funny to think that’s how he shows his affection. Ramming his face into you.” She laughed with him. Billy was definitely rough around the edges (and in the center), but he could be sweet as she was learning. “He has freckles. They’re so cute.” She mused,  Steve trying not to grumble because he had also seen them and yes they were cute. “There’s this alpha that works at the radio shack that reminds me of Jason Patrick.” 

“Really?” He nods, biting his lip. “I was thinking about asking him to come to one of our games.” Y/n took a pause. “I think that’s adorable, Steve. But don’t you want a little time to yourself?” He shrugged. “Not really.” She nodded sympathetically, remembering how all over her Steve is even when they weren’t and aren’t dating. He never gets the contact he wants from home so it makes since that Steve feels lonely. “Well, I’m always available for  nights when we make a ridiculously big nest, eat pizza and watch hot alpha movies.” She teases Steve, a blush painting his cheeks. “I could use one of those sometime soon.” He says, grabbing the check when the waitress puts it down.

Y/n dropped Steve off at home after a tight hug, ‘passing by’ Billy’s house and only seeing his car in the driveway. She parked a little down the street (she got the impression his parents wouldn’t be happy to see her car in their driveway based on how Billy talked about him) and knocked on the door. There was music blaring through the house, loud enough to be heard outside. She knocked again. “MAX, GET THE DOOR.” 

“OKAY.” Max yelled back, annoyance laced in her voice. The door flew open, the red head a little startled. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Y/n smiled at her. “I brought that movie you wanted to watch.” Max had been talking about wanting to watch Puberty Blues for weeks now, Y/n snatching it up when she found it at Family Video. “I’ll make popcorn.” Max says, dragging the older girl in. The music is abusive to the ears, Y/n wincing at the volume. Billy was working out, Y/n slinking over to the radio and turning the music almost off. “DON’T TOUCH MY SHIT-.” He whipped around to see Y/n by the stereo. “Sorry.” She said sarcastically, smile on her face. Billy walked over, their noses touching. “Well, I guess you can be the exception.” He grabbed her ass, her yelping and pushing him away. “What? You are my shit.”

“You’re a pig.” 

“You’re dating a pig.” She shrugged, the couple laughing. Max came into the living room, popcorn and ice cream in tow. “Leave, Billy.” Max demanded. “What, I can’t watch chick flicks?”

“No.” She said firmly, pulling Y/n with her to the couch. They curled up on the couch, Billy pulling his shirt off and walking into his room. The shower turned on, Max excitedly turning the volume up. Max was devouring popcorn, Y/n picking at a couple pieces, feeling sudden nausea. “You feel okay, Y/n?”

“Yeah, I just feel kinda nauseous.” As the water cut off, the feeling became too `much, Y/n running to the kitchen and getting sick. Billy came out of the bathroom and heard retching, hurrying into the living room. “You okay?” Max asked Y/n, standing on the edge of the kitchen. Billy pushed past her, pulling Y/n’s hair back. “Hey, you okay?” He asked softly, Max filling a cup of water for her.  She shook her head, Billy rubbing her back. She sat back on her heels, taking the water from Max. “Thanks.” Billy sat down with her, Y/n sighing. “Sorry guys.”

“It’s okay.” Max said quietly. Billy helped her stand up, holding her close. “I think I’m gonna go home. I’m not feeling too good.” She said softly, Billy telling her he would drive her home if she wanted. “No. I need to take my car home.” She drank some more water, Billy asking if she wanted him to call her mom. She shook her head, saying she wanted to just lay down. “Here, let's watch the movie. I don’t think you should drive right now.” 

“Okay.” She curled up with Billy on the couch, his wet hair cold on her skin. “Sorry Max. I was fine before I got here.” 

“It’s okay.” Y/n closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was in a bed. She rolled onto her side, Billy’s scent washing over her. She wrapped her arms around one of his pillows, sighing softly. She felt a hand on her shoulder, turning to look. “Hi. You feel better?” Billy asked softly, trying to lay on the bed with her. “Yeah. What time is it?”

“8:30.”

“Oh. I should go.”

“Okay. Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, mom.” She teased, Billy kissing her cheek before she left. Billy climbed into bed and buried his face in his pillow, Y/n’s smell concerningly different.

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30 Day Mass Effect Challenge: Day 5

5. Favorite character?

Surprising (hopefully) not a soul: Garry Vakary himself

(Disclaimer: I’m going to be talking about him in the context of the first two games while disregarding the third. Also, while Femshep technically is my favorite character, I already made a post about her, so I’m making this section about Garrus.)

Strap in, folks, because this is going to be a long post. 

When I first encountered Garrus, I immediately felt a connection to him since he seemed like one of the few people on the Citadel who actually gave a shit about stopping Saren. Despite being a C-Sec officer bound by red tape, he proved that he was a man of action by leaving all of the bureaucracy behind and getting some real work done with Shepard and the Normandy crew. Since turians and humans had a few remnants of tension between them as a result of the Relay 314 Incident/First Contact War, which was still somewhat recent, it was nice to see another turian, besides Nihlus, act civilly towards a human. 

Garrus was so eager to step up and take action against Saren; of course I let him aboard the Normandy. His struggle and Shepard’s struggle with politics are very similar; they both don’t like being told what to do by clueless politicians/higher-ups who try to prevent them from solving problems. This comes into play when Garrus and Shepard begin conversing more and more on the Normandy. I’ve always felt that Garrus’s interactions were a bit more profound than those of any other crew member; they don’t just talk to each other, but exchange opinions and feedback and really try to understand each other. They eventually develop a sort of mentor-protégé relationship to the point where Shepard really has a deep effect on Garrus in terms of his way of viewing the world. I had Shepard lead Garrus down the Renegade path while enforcing a few Paragon ideas (such as being cautious of the thin moral line that any Spectre walks as someone with nearly unlimited power in Citadel space), and I still do to this day.

I’ve always found it funny that Garrus is always super respectful to Shepard despite being a bit of a jerk to pretty much everyone else. Seeing him thank the commander at the end of the game for letting him in on the action and teaching him some valuable lessons was heartwarming, too. It made me kind of sad to think that he would go back to C-Sec after the war with Saren and Soverign was over, especially since he seemed to be so miserable there, but it was nice to know that he would follow Shepard’s lead and train to be a Spectre later on. 

Fast forward to Mass Effect 2, and I was so upset when The Illusive Man said that Garrus had disappeared a few months after the Normandy was destroyed. I kept wondering what had happened to him and if he would ever appear in the game again, but when I took a closer look at Archangel’s dossier and noticed the line “omni-tool expert and noted sniper” on it, I became very suspicious despite not wanting to get my hopes up.

Throughout Archangel’s recruitment mission, I kept worrying. Hearing the mercs talk about how Archangel had been cornered and put through hell for the past few days didn’t sit well with me. I think that was the one point at which I hoped that Archangel wasn’t Garrus, because I didn’t want to imagine Garrus going through all of that on his own. When I saw that Archangel had blue armor, I knew for sure it was him. Taking off his helmet and revealing his identity to Shepard made me so happy that I wasn’t at all bothered by how little I was surprised. I wasn’t entirely relieved, though, because Garrus was still in immediate danger. Seeing him so tired and damaged was rough; he was fairly different from the enthusiastic C-Sec officer that I had brought with me on every mission in the previous game. Even though he was exhausted and didn’t exactly have sufficient energy to physically display his emotion, you could tell just how happy he was to see Shepard alive and kicking. “Yeah I shot at you, Shepard. I wanted to get you moving so you could come get my ass out of here.”

When Shepard was forced to leave his side to close the shutters in the base’s lower level, I was in full panic mode. I didn’t trust Jacob or Miranda enough to leave them alone with him. Then when Garrus was nearly killed by the rocket that blew half of his face off, I literally had to pause the game and calm myself down because of how pissed I was. Of course I was distraught at the sight of his motionless body bleeding out on the ground, but I was also upset with the possibility that the game would give me a surprise reunion with my favorite character just to kill him off so quickly. I was, for the second time, overjoyed when I saw that he was alive a few moments later, but hearing him gasping for breath and choking on his own blood with Shepard, who is almost always composed and level-headed, freaking out while trying to help him was heart-wrenching. 

Then, right after I see Shepard looking very nervous and upset as Jacob explains the extent of Garrus’s injuries to her back on the Normandy, the smug bastard himself walks out of surgery and just casually waltzes up to Shepard like, “It’s only a flesh wound, I’ve had worse” and I literally thanked BioWare out loud for not killing Garrus. Shepard’s look of absolute relief and joy when she saw that he was okay was very touching, as was the fact that Garrus expresses that he’s more worried about Shepard than himself even though he nearly died a few hours ago. Garrus was so eager to fight alongside Shepard again that he put himself right to work at the Main Battery, and that really demonstrated how much trust he had in Shepard and her motives though I wish there was an option to have Shepard tell Garrus to focus on relaxing and getting some rest. Poor guy just went through hell and already wants to bury himself in calibrations. 

While Shepard and Garrus were catching up later on, Shepard was so gentle with Garrus while she asked him about his team and what he had been doing while she was gone, and I could see how broken he was by the death of his team and the betrayal of his former teammate. I felt bad for him. When he asked Shepard to help him find Sidonis a few hours of gameplay later, I knew it was because he wanted the moral support - he wanted Shepard to be there with him while he sought closure with Sidonis (regardless of how he gets it). 

Seeing Shepard and Garrus so synchronized while they tracked down Harkin and obtained information about Sidonis was great. They seem more like partners than mentor and student, and that was exactly what the writers were going for. 

When it came to allowing or preventing Sidonis’s death, I let Garrus shoot him, and I continue to do so during every playthrough. There are three main reasons for this, the first being that I felt that Shepard shouldn’t be involved in the situation as both a separate party and a non-turian. Turians have their own culture and deal with responsibility and leadership a bit differently than humans do; they pride themselves on taking ownership over their choices and putting the safety and interests of the whole before the individual. Sidonis broke both of these cardinal rules. Garrus, as both a turian and the leader of the group who Sidonis had betrayed, felt obligated to serve justice to Sidonis, another turian, and that is inherently something that Shepard cannot fully understand as a human. It wouldn’t feel right to let Shepard deny Garrus the right to deal with Sidonis in the way that he saw fit.

The second reason is that Sidonis was more than just a coward; he had the opportunity to warn Garrus of the trap set by the mercs for his squad, but he didn’t. Garrus says that he learned through some old contacts that Sidonis “booked transport off of Omega just before the attack” and disappeared. He didn’t even try to make things right with Garrus by confronting him afterwards and apologizing. This is why I’m not bothered by Garrus wanting to kill Sidonis. If I felt that Garrus was being too destructive or going too far, I would have had Shepard steer him back in the right direction. He kept himself in check well enough (like when he didn’t kill Harkin). 

And finally, the third reason: If Shepard came back to the Normandy one day and found that everyone - Garrus, Joker, Mordin, Tali, etc - had been slowly and painfully killed by an enemy group because, say, Jacob had been captured and sold Shepard out (and didn’t even try to warn Shepard or stop the attack), you know damn well that most, if not all, players would bring the fury of hell onto him. 

Now for the juicy part: Garrus’s romance. When I was innocently exploring Garrus’s dialogue options after his loyalty mission and stumbled across the “We could ease stress together” line, I lost my freaking mind. The game is going to let Shepard sleep with Garrus? Is this for real? I didn’t immediately realize that “easing tension” would turn into “making love and wordlessly declaring mutual feelings for each other”, so I was a little disappointed at first, but I was willing to take what I could get. Garrus was so flustered by Shepard’s proposition, to the point where he seems like he wasn’t expecting her to be interested in him at all, and seeing badass vigilante, merc leader, and hero of Omega turn into a shy softy around her was cute. 

Through further dialogue, Garrus began to hint that he had feelings for Shepard, and ugh it was so endearing. He made subtle remarks about wanting more than just “blowing off steam” with her without making his feelings obvious, probably because he didn’t want to chase her away with his heart, and when I combined this with the fact that despite these feelings, which he has had for who knows how long now (maybe even the first game?), he isn’t the one to make the first move, I realized that Garrus was probably too afraid of approaching Shepard with any sort of interest that he had in her because he didn’t want to be rejected and/or feared ruining their relationship. That was the final straw for me: I was super attached to his character at this point. The little dork wanted to watch porn to learn how to properly satisfy a human woman and thought that playing shitty club music was a good idea. The nerd. The doofus. I love him.

I’m just going to admit it: the first time I saw his romance scene with Shepard right before the Omega 4 Relay, I went from laughing as he awkwardly played techno music and tried to woo Shep with his bad flirting skills to tearing up as he confessed to her that he wanted their time together to be special and that he wanted to do things right. Notice how this is different from something he said previously about how if their romantic rendezvous goes south due to species incompatibility, fighting the Collectors would be “a welcome distraction” and wouldn’t be a big deal. Oh, no. It would be a big deal. Garrus wants to give Shepard the best final moment of peace he can before they take on the Collector base, and when Shepard shut him up and they touched foreheads (which I suppose is like the turian equivalent of a kiss given that turians don’t have lips to kiss with) I just lost my mind. I cried and I’m not ashamed to say it. It takes a lot to make me cry, since I’m not easily moved, but seeing Garrus and Shepard so happy in such a tender moment was too much for me. My two favorite characters enjoying peace and joy that they deserve. Beautiful. 

The suicide mission - I have all my upgrades, all loyalty missions complete, and I’m still freaking out about who is going to die and who is going to survive. I made the right choices in terms of who I assigned to what, but even with Garrus at Shepard’s side the whole time, I was again in full panic mode. I had like three separate heart attacks thinking that Garrus was about to be killed. I was literally shouting in horror as this happened: 

Everything worked out in the end, though. The whole crew survived, the base was destroyed, and Shepard got to snuggle with Garrus in her cabin afterwards. I was very, very happy.

So yeah, Garrus having such a profound character and being not just a likable badass but also Shepard’s most loyal companion is why I love him so much. Evidently, this is also why he’s one of the most, if not the most, popular characters from Mass Effect. Archangel owns all of our asses.

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Hell to Pay: Part Nine

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII

cowritten by: @lux-scriptum

A/N: Trigger warnings: graphic smut, character death, characters falling apart, just like normal :)

Fingers tugging at Lev’s hair woke him. He gave a small mmph and tried to lift his head. Nope, nope, couch was much comfier. After grumbling softly, he nuzzled his face against the couch and closed his eyes.

“Levant,” Cameron said, tugging harder.

Lev blinked his eyes open. “Yeah?” he mumbled sleepily.

“Go wake Nik up.”

Lev scrunched his face up. He still pushed himself until he was sitting up, even as he said, trying not to slide back down into a sleeping position, “Why?”

“We’re going shopping before the stores close,” was all Cameron said.

Lev stood, rubbing his eyes. “I would think you could make them stay open if you wanted,” Lev replied sleepily, already headed for the door.

Nik was indeed in bed still. Lev stared for a moment, before crawling into bed with him. He snuggled close, pressing his nose to Nik’s throat. Nik tugged him closer, a purr rumbling in his throat. That was enough Lev went limp, tucking his cheek against Nik’s shoulder.

“Cameron wants us to get up,” Lev murmured. When he didn’t get a response, he tilted his head, squinting at Nik. “Nik,” he tried, ducking his head again and bumping Nik’s chin with his forehead. “Niiik.”

All he got was a soft mrrmp?

Lev groaned softly, and wiggled impatiently. “Nik, Cameron’s gonna be mad,” Lev tried.

“Cameron’s always mad. Sleep.”

“He wants to go shopping,” Lev replied, poking him lightly in the chest.

Nik whined softly, burying his face in the pillow. “But sleeeeep.”

Lev thought he had a very good argument, but... “But Cameron.” He snuggled closer. “You might not be scared of him but I am. Please, Nik?”

“Oh I'm scared of him when it suits me. But fineeeee.” Nik leaned close and kissed him before he sat up, scrubbing his face.

Lev snuggled into the warm spot he left, murmuring sleepily. Definitely more comfortable than the couch. “I don’t have any pants,” he finally said, even as he closed his eyes. “I don’t think the blood’s gonna come out of the jeans I was wearing.” He paused, opening one eye. “Cameron doesn't expect me to wear just his shirt when we go to the store, does he?”

“Honestly, Cam wouldn't care if you showed up buck naked to the store, but you can wear a pair of my jeans if you want.”

Lev hummed softly, and made himself sit up. “Do you mind? I don’t mind being naked for you two, but...” He settled cross legged, tugging absently at the bottom of his shirt. Cameron’s shirt.

“I mean. I guess? Go nuts.” Nik looked him over consideringly. “But you're probably going to need a belt because you're too twinky to fit in my clothes properly.”

Lev blinked. “...twinky?” He finally asked.

Nik shot him a look, but he just slid off the bed and headed for the door. Lev scrambled to follow, sleepiness be damned. He didn’t want to be alone. After a moment’s hesitation he grabbed Nik’s hand, glancing up to make sure Nik was okay with it. Nik didn't seem bothered, so Lev trotted alongside him quietly.

Once they got to the bedroom, Lev glanced towards Cameron, letting go of Nik’s hand. He didn’t get a response, but he didn’t really mind. While Nik headed for the closet, Lev pattered over to the couch, settling down beside Cameron and curling up. He closed his eyes, humming softly.

“Well? Are we going, or did I get woken up for no reason?” Nik’s voice made Lev sit up, blinking rapidly. “This is my smallest pair. See how those fit.” The pants flew across the room, smacking Cameron in the face. The look Cameron shot Nik would have made Lev flinch away, but Nik didn’t seem bothered.

Lev reached over, carefully plucking the pants. He slid off the couch, pulling them on. They were still loose, and too long. As he held them up, he flicked Nik a look. “Do you have a belt?”

Nik scratched his face. “I’m not sure.” He started digging through his things, and eventually turned around, tossing a belt Lev’s way.

Lev fumbled with it and watched it hit the ground. Whoops. He crouched to get it, huffing out a pained breath. Once standing he threaded it through the belt loops. It held his pants up, anyway, though he sat down right after, blinking hard. Bending down was not fun. He should probably not do that again.

By the time Lev didn’t want to cry because of his back, Nik was dressed. Lev couldn’t help staring at the amount of stomach the shirt revealed. Cut off shirts like that shouldn’t be allowed. It wasn’t fair. Nik met his gaze, a grin creeping across his face. “Yeah. I know.”

Lev flushed, and looked down. Staring wasn’t polite. Right.

He didn’t get much time to wallow in his embarrassment. Cameron was already standing, grabbing his keys as he went. Lev scrambled up, wincing. He was ready to go then.

---

The store was massive. Lev felt lost the moment he stepped inside. It was massive, and... mostly underwear. He glanced around, and then looked to Cameron and Nik, trying not to look too confused.

Nik looked around. “You know, I didn't think you knew what an underwear store was considering neither of us own underwear.”

Lev made a small, choked sound. “So... there’s no actual clothes here?”

Cameron ignored Nik. “You need socks and underwear first. Neither of us have any you can use.”

“Oh,” Lev managed. He eyed a display. “Is there anything less... lacey?”

Cameron didn’t even say anything this time. He just headed away, sliding down an aisle. Lev skittered after him, glancing back to make sure Nik was also tagging along. Satisfied that he was, Lev hurried to keep up.

He paused, touching Cameron's elbow lightly. "I- what about that?" Plain old boxers. Or as close to it as he thought he’d get here. Simple. Easy. They could move on to something less distressing. Like pants. Or hoodies.

“Do you actually like those or do you just want out of this store as fast as possible?” Nik asked.

Lev blinked at him. “...Can both be true?”

Nik sighed loud enough Lev winced. “You need better taste. But. Yeah.”

Lev watched him wander off, and then picked up several in dark colors. Good enough. He glanced at Cameron, gauging his reaction, before scampering after Nik. He found Nik at the back of the store, eyeing a display of collars. He hand one in his hand. Black leather, simple mostly, but there was a single metal ring attached to it. Lev stared despite himself, unable to take his eyes off it.

---

Cameron followed Lev through the aisles towards the back, hidden displays. Nik was already putting a collar around his throat, grinning at Lev. “Stars, I had you pegged from the moment I met you. I bet you are a kinky little shit, aren’t you.”

Whatever Lev’s response was Cameron didn’t hear it, he was too focused on also staring at the band of black leather around Nik’s neck. Cameron looped his finger in the metal ring and jerked Nik closer to him. Nik stared up at him, the grin on his face disappearing and eyes like liquid night.

Cameron’s eyes dropped down to the curve of Nik’s mouth, and the two studs that sat on the left side of his bottom lip. He had the urge to bite down on Nik’s bottom lip, but he refrained and pulled back. “Are you getting that?” he asked, in a cool tone.

Nik stared at him, blinking hard. And he growled, more frustrated than genuinely pissed. He pointed at Cameron. “No one likes a fucking tease.”

“You do,” Cameron reminded him. “So does Lev.”

Lev’s face flushed gold, but Nik looked moments away from killing Cameron; he supposed Nik was getting antsy after not being fucked for the last few days. “That-” he cut himself off. “Whatever. Yes, I am getting this. And you are buying it. For emotional damage, you prick.” Lev went over to the displays, looking through them quietly.

Cameron said to Nik, “Last I checked, I already buy all your shit. So.”

Nik ignored him and went after Lev. He picked out a few different collars and put them in front of the omega. “What one do you want?”

Lev’s cheeks darkened and he spluttered for a moment before picking out the simplest black one, just thick enough to grab onto and tug. He looked at Cameron with wide, gold eyes. “Is this okay?”

Cameron shrugged. “I’m getting Nik one, I don’t see why not.”

He was not a single bit surprised by Lev’s likeness to collars. He had been a whore for centuries. He knew kinks when he saw them. Lev looked back down at the material in his hands, rubbing his thumbs across the leather. A small smile tugged at his mouth. “Okay,” he said, in a small voice.

“He’s getting Nik three,” Nik said, swiping two other collars.

Cameron’s brows furrowed. “Two.”

“Three.”

Cameron looked at him, sternly. “And how are you going to earn that?”

Nik grinned impishly. “Same way I always do.”

Cameron hummed, considering that. “Fine.” He said to Lev, “Finish getting your things so we can move on to actual clothes.”

Lev fiddled with the collar still in his hands. “Should- do I need to earn this…?”

Cameron blinked at him. “Do you want to earn it?” He hadn’t intended for Lev to earn it the same way Nik was. Nik was being intentionally difficult and Cameron needed to put him back in his place. Lev barely had a single difficult bone in his body.

Lev was quiet for a bit, looking down at the collar. “A little, yeah.”

“Alright.” Cameron’s eyes were following Nik through the aisles. It wasn’t hard, they were the only ones here. “Finish finding what you want. No limits.”

Cameron didn’t wait for Lev to stutter out an answer and followed Nik back through to the changing rooms. He followed Nik into one of the rooms, keeping the door slightly open. Nik looked slightly confused, but mostly amused when Cameron pressed him to the furthest wall. He hooked his fingers in the collar still around Nik’s throat, feeling Nik’s heartbeat pick up against his fingers when he leaned forward. “Don’t touch me,” he murmured.

Nik nodded slightly, hands going behind his back and Cameron kissed him hard on the mouth. The staccato in his chest was unwanted. He didn’t like the feeling of wanting. But he didn’t have much of a choice with Nik. Cameron dragged a low moan out of Nik’s throat when his fangs scraped against Nik’s lips, when his fingers hooked into Nik’s jeans.

Nik was already half hard against his thigh, and the arousal in his scent was thick enough Cameron could almost taste it. Cameron propped his arm against the wall beside Nik’s head, pressing deeper into Nik’s mouth. He could taste the nicotine on Nik’s tongue, feel the cool metal of his piercings. Nik’s hips pressed into him, for some kind of friction. Cameron pulled back slightly and looked down at him with a slight heaving chest. “I bet you want me to fuck you in this room, don’t you,” he murmured.

Nik bobbed his head, swallowing in air. There was a desperate glint in Nik’s eyes that had a smile curving Cameron’s mouth. “Such a slut,” he said. “But it’s been a few days, hasn’t it.” He was almost certain he had imagined the small whine from Nik. He leaned forward, slipping a hand down Nik’s pants.

He could feel the slick against Nik’s toned thighs.

“Hmm.” Cameron put two slick covered fingers in Nik’s mouth. “How desperate are you? Show me.”

Nik sucked eagerly, near black eyes lidded and locked on his. Nik had dropped down to his knees when finished sucking off his fingers, eyes raking down Cameron’s torso to the tightness in his crotch. Nik licked his lips and had went to move his hands when he looked back up at Cameron. “Can- do I have permission to use my hands?”

“Do you?” Cameron asked. “I don’t remember saying you could.”

Nik sucked in his bottom lip, eyes going back. “No,” he mumbled.

Cameron slid his fingers in Nik’s hair and shoved Nik’s face where it belonged. “Go on, then,” he purred. “Get me ready.”

Nik turned his eyes up to his while he worked around the outline pressing against Cameron’s pants. Cameron bowed his head, pressing it to the wall. He was already half hard and it didn’t take much for Nik to be able to use his teeth and tongue to free his cock. The gods knew Nik used his mouth often enough, he might as well use it for something important.

Nik nearly sat on his hands as he leaned forward. He started from base to tip; an eager lick to get Cameron harder. Nik flicked him a look for approval and was awarded with a, "Good boy, keep going."

Cameron's eyes fluttered shut when Nik returned back to his task. His small licks graduated into taking Cameron's cock down to the back of his throat. Cameron's soft moan only encouraged Nik further. He licked and kissed everywhere; his cock, balls, thighs. Cameron's heart picked up in his chest and he let himself sigh into it. When he was thoroughly prepped, Cameron jerked Nik's head back. "Stand up and pull your pants down."

Nik moved with that lightning quick immortal speed amd had his jeans down to his ankles in a blink. A smirk formed on Cameron's mouth. He brushed his hands down Nik's sides and he flipped him so Nik was pressed to the wall. He pinned Niks arms behind him. "If you touch yourself," he said, lips brushing Nik's ear, "I won't touch you for a week. Understood?"

Nik whimpered as he dropped his forehead against the wall. "I understand," Nik said, in a tight voice. "Please just fuck-"

Nik's complaint was cut off in a strangled moan at the first brush of Cameron's tongue against the small of his back. Cameron was sunk down to his knees, fingers spreading Nik’s legs apart. The sweet scent of slick filled his nose when a finger slid easily in Nik’s hole. He was clearly past the point of desperate. If Cameron had left now, Nik most definitely would have killed him in his sleep.

Cameron licked down from Nik’s spine to the base of his cock and added another finger. Nik’s moans grew louder with each lick and kiss. They could hear the omega in the main part of the store, most likely. Cameron would have liked to see if any of the workers had the balls to actually come tell them to stop.

Nik jerked when Cameorn bit into the meat of his ass. He left dark bruises on Nik’s golden brown skin, drawing closer to the hole his fingers were stretching out. Nik’s fingers were white knuckled and trembling fists. The abandoned, dripping cock between Nik’s legs was begging to be touched. Cameron had no intention of giving into Nik’s want. He wanted to earn those collars, he was going to make sure he was paid in full.

Nik’s hips trembled and he pushed back into Cameron’s face the closer he got to Nik’s hole. Nik was clearly not interested in smothering his voice whatsoever. Not that he could. Cameron still had Nik’s arms pinned in place. “Cameron,” Nik said, half growl, half whine. He cursed in Spanish, back arching at the first brush of Cameron’s tongue against the soft puckered skin.

He removed his fingers, one by one and Nik was grinding, trying to get Cameron closer. He pressed the butt of his heel to Nik’s back and pushed him back against the wall to get better access. He went at Nik’s hole until Nik’s entire body was trembling. Only then did he get up and line up his dick.

Cameron buried his fingers in Nik’s hip, his teeth in Nik’s shoulder and pushed the full length in Nik. Nik choked on a strangled breath, but took all of him greedily. Blood coated Cameron’s mouth and he could smell nothing but himself on Nik. No one would be able to mistake that Nik was not his.

Cameron continued his assault on Nik’s ass, dragging every moan and groan he could out of Nik before he brushed his lips against Nik’s ear. “Want to come?” he asked, slamming his hips forward. Nik dropped his head into a nod. Cameron reached around and gripped the base of Nik’s cock, drawing a squeak from Nik.

“Bastard,” Nik said through gritted teeth.

Cameron smiled and tightened his hold. “That wasn’t an answer,” he said, drawing his hips back. He could feel his knot forming.

Nik sucked in a breath. “Please?”

He slammed into him again. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Let me come? Please, let me come,” Nik rushed out. “I want to come.”

“Do you?”

“Please.” Nik’s voice broke. “Please. Please. Let me come you fucking prick.”

Cameron clicked his tongue and pulled back. “Well, now I don’t think I want you to.”

Nik full on whimpered. “It slipped out. Please? I'm-” he half sobbed. "Please.”

I’m sorry, is what Nik almost said. Cameron knew he pushed a line and removed his hand. He slipped it down between Nik’s shoulder blades, as… soothing as he knew how. It probably felt as awkward for Nik as it felt for him. “Come for me.”

Nik nearly melted against the wall as his orgasm barreled out of him. Cameron thrusted his hips, his own orgasm following. He pressed a kiss to the healing bite at Nik’s shoulder and unpinned his arms. Cameron carefully moved them to the floor with Nik settled in his lap. He let Nik lean back against him, and guided his chin so he was facing him. “Look at me,” Cameron said.

Nik lifted his eyes so he was looking at him. Cameorn could see the tears lining Nik’s lashes and the bloodshot surrounding his dark brown irises. He wiped them away from Nik’s cheeks and kissed him softly. Nik hesitantly kissed him back, hand slipping back around Cameron’s neck. They had been kissing for a few minutes when the door pushed open slightly. Lev looked hesitantly inside, taking in the mess and Nik’s face. He took a single step towards Nik in alarm when Cameron growled at him.

Lev halted in place, eyes wide. He twitched back a step, eyes falling to the ground. “Sorry-”

Nik flinched.

“Get. Out,” Cameron ordered.

Lev turned around and cracked the door behind him, assumingly going back to the main part of the store. Cameron turned his attention back to Nik, whose face was now pressed in Cameron’s neck. Cameron brushed his hand down Nik’s arm and wrapped himself around Nik as best as he could. He gently pressed his teeth in Nik’s shoulder, knowing it would help cement him in the now. “You did good,” Cameron said. “You’re okay.”

He wasn’t sure if he was even being any kind of helpful. Generally, he wouldn’t care about making someone cry, but he wasn’t going to let Nik of all people fall into Sub Drop. Nik looked up at him and Cameron kissed him again.

-----

Lev had settled on the ground beside a display, a careful distance from the changing rooms. Close enough he didn’t feel unsafe. Far enough away for the same reason. He had his careful stack of boxers and socks, and the collar he’d spent the last half hour or so debating if he should put back. Nothing here really caught Lev’s attention, and so he waited, dragging his thumb over the smooth leather and trying not to keep looking towards the changing rooms.

When Nik and Cameron finally emerged, Nik was wiping at his face. Cameron had an arm around Nik’s neck, keeping him close. Something definitely happened, though what Lev couldn’t begin to guess. Lev straightened from where he’d been hunched, wincing as his back protested.

Neither one hesitated to head over to the register. Lev froze, confused. Something cold crept through him in the second it took for Cameron to flick him a look and jerk his head in a silent order to follow. Lev stumbled to his feet on legs still asleep, holding his things in his arms awkwardly as he trotted after them.

He kept his gaze on the ground while Cameron paid. The poor cashier looked more afraid than Lev, which was saying something. Though Lev supposed, not everyone was comforted by Cameron’s presence like Lev was. Or usually was. Lev kept flicking Cameron a wary look, trying his best to gauge Cameron’s mood, watching every movement to be sure Cameron wasn’t upset. He didn’t seem upset, but-

Lev jerked his gaze back down to the ground when he accidentally locked gazes with Cameron. Once everything was paid for, Lev gathered up the bag, and skittered after Cameron and Nik. He kept distance between them, and fought not to jump when Cameron spoke.

“Where do you want to go next?”

Lev blinked. Why was he getting a choice? “I just need... a couple pairs of jeans and a hoodie? I don’t... I don’t need anything fancy, just- just not falling off of me.” He didn’t mind it when it was just Cameron and Nik, but out and about he just felt... scruffy.

Nik spoke up, naming a department store so quiet Lev shot him a look. Cameron seemed to know what Nik was talking about, because his steps didn’t falter. Lev ducked his head again, following after them through the mall and into a store Lev had never set foot in before. It looked... expensive. He had to skitter to catch up after pausing in the doorway.

He continued to flick Cameron glances as he scooted towards the first display of jeans he could find. Nik still seemed quiet, and Lev didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. With that in mind, Lev was convinced he needed to get this done fast so they could get home. That was the plan, anyway, but he paused when he realized the price tags on the cheapest pair were astronomical. He whipped around, staring at Cameron and Nik both.

“This place is too expensive,” he protested.

“Does it look like I struggle with money?” Cameron asked flatly.

“No, but you shouldn't be spending that much on me," Lev said, unable to meet Cameron’s gaze.

Nik’s sigh only made him wince. Cameron just said, “Stop talking and get what you want.”

Lev stared at him, pressing his lips together. What he wanted was to stop being such an obstacle for everyone. He looked down, dragging his fingers along the seam of one of the smaller pairs.

“If you don't, I will do it for you and you probably won't like what I get.”

Lev glanced up, before looking down again. “Okay,” he said faintly. Despite himself his shoulders hunched. Still, he snagged a pair that looked close enough in size, and then looked around for the changing rooms. “I’ll try these on real quick.” And then he could see about getting a new hoodie and call it a day. A night. Whatever.

Once he’d said that, he scampered off. He couldn't tell if it was better or worse to have a door between him and Cameron. He tried them on, only to blink when they settled far, far too low on his hips. After checking the size of the pants he’d borrowed from Nik, he realized the ones he was trying on weren’t even that much smaller than those. His bottom lip trembled. He didn’t want to go back out there and stare at sizes until he figured out what he should be wearing. This was so much easier when he was alone. Less stress. He felt like he was holding them all up.

It took all his self control not to sit down and have a good sniffle. He’d certainly feel better after, but crying seemed to make Cameron uncomfortable, and Cameron was already making Lev skittish.

With that in mind, Lev let them dop and wiggled back into Nik’s, pulling the belt tight. He slipped out of the changing room, head down as he scooted past Cameron and Nik. “Too big,” he mumbled, guilty, and not really sure why.

He picked more than one size this time, and slid back into the changing room. At least this time he managed to pick one of the right size. Good enough. He folded the rest so he could return them, and tucked the one pair he intended to keep under his arm.

Once he’d put the others back, he padded back over. “Hoodies next?” he tried.

Nik frowned at him, but it was Cameron who said flatly, “How many pairs do you have?”

“Just the one,” Lev admitted.

“Get three more.”

Lev opened his mouth to argue, and then snapped it shut again. Making eye contact was impossible, so he mumbled at the pair in his hands, “I don’t need four, though.”

“Fine. Five more.”

Lev flushed, closing his mouth again. Was Cameron being petty on principle now? He pressed his lips together, rather than argue, but when he glanced up, Cameron’s mouth quirked.

“Six.”

Even Nik was smiling by now. Lev wanted to cry, but he turned away instead. He’d stopped arguing and he was still losing that argument. Better to just go grab the rest. Before he got far, Cameron’s voice made him turn back.

“We’ll be right back.”

They were walking away before Lev could reply, so Lev turned around and reached for a few more pairs. Cameron wanted him to get six more, he’d get six more. He had them gathered up in his arms by the time Cameron and Nik returned with a cart. Lev eyed it, his heart sinking. Cameron definitely planned on getting him more things.

After Lev dropped the jeans in there, Cameron leaned over. It took Lev a few seconds to realize Cameron was... counting them?

“I got more, like you said,” Lev said, trying not to sound defensive.

Nik spoke up, shrugging. “Its habit.” Nik’s voice was very quiet, and that didn’t do anything to soothe Lev.

Lev flicked him a look, before ducking his chin. “Okay,” he said. He fiddled with a tag on the jeans, and then said hopefully, “Hoodies?”

“Levant, you need shirts.”

That was true, Lev had to admit. Like. One or two. He couldn’t keep wearing Cameron’s. While the size difference wasn’t near as large as it has been with Silas, he still was much smaller than Camereon. “Hoodies after?” He asked.

Cameron gave him a dry look. “If you stop being difficult.”

Lev blinked up at him. He supposed it depended on how badly he wanted hoodies. Which, admittedly, was pretty badly. He nodded meekly, and then headed off in search of shirts. They weren’t far. He turned to Cameron and Nik for guidance.

“What- what kind of shirts- how many do you want me to get?” He asked finally.

“I don't care what you get as long as they fit. And five.”

Lev chewed on his lip, thinking. “Is that a hard number? No more, no less?”

“You can get more if you want. But no less,” Cameron replied.

Lev considered that, and then nodded slowly. He moved deeper among the racks and displays. His nose wrinkled at a few of them, but he found a few that he liked. Long sleeve and short, and they came in a few different colors. He turned back, seeking out Cameron to make sure what he had in his hands were okay.

Cameron was still keeping Nik tucked close, head bent close as he spoke to Nik. When Lev came closer, though, Cameron looked up. “Good. Now go get a few hoodies.”

Lev perked up at that. “I only really need one,” he said happily as he dumped the shirts in the basket.

“Get two,” Cameron said.

Lev paused, but he knew better than to argue this time. He nodded slowly, before skittering off. As much as he struggled to let Cameron buy him things, he was genuinely excited to get his hands on a hoodie. He felt naked without one. And, honestly, his favorite hoodie hadn’t been cheap either.

He took his time this time, running his fingers down the sleeves, sliding them in the pockets, humming softly as he wandered. He eventually pulled a soft black hoodie down. After checking the size, he tugged it on, zipping it up. Yeah. Definitely a good fit. Just a little large, but he liked them like that.

He reluctantly shrugged out of it. He set it in the basket, trying not to look too disappointed. He could wear it later, when they got home. After they paid at least. Cameron has said two, though, so he turned around, and found another in the same color and size. He’d found what he liked, and there was no reason to stray from that.

“Do I need anything else?” He asked.

Nik was staring at the hoodies Lev had set down. “You are somehow the easiest and the hardest person to shop for.”

“I-” Lev cut himself off. “I don’t mean to be?”

“It's fine. Let's get some food and go home.”

Cameron’s even tone was enough Lev relaxed a little. “Home sounds nice,” he said carefully.

“Both you and Nik haven’t had dinner,” was all Cameron said. “So you’re eating.”

“Okay,” Lev said faintly.

He was definitely wearing one of his new hoodies, though. As soon as it was paid for.

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Nik forced himself into the car. The windows were rolled down instantly and he slumped against the seat and stared out the window while Cameron drove and Lev sat quietly in the back. He absently chewed on his bracelet while Cameron drove the fifteen minutes to a small Mexican restaurant. Nik perked up a bit and looked at him.

Cameron didn’t look at him, but he knew the gesture was for him. He honestly wasn’t that hungry, but he had to eat something. Cameron wanted him to eat, even if it was a little. Especially if Lev hadn’t eaten. Lev had put on some weight, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Cameron. “Come on,” Cameron said, getting out of the car.

Nik had followed after him, and slipped under Cameron’s arm, nearly gluing himself to his side. Lev was on Nik’s other side, pushing down the sleeves of his new hoodie. Nik went in first to the restaurant, looking for the exits and windows when he went back for his usual booth under a bay window.

Cameron and Lev took the seats to either side of him. Nik took the menus from the waitress who came up soon after they had taken their seats. She smiled at him. “Hey.”

Nik ignored her and looked down at his menu. He looked to see Cameron’s pale eyes already locked on his. “One thing,” was all Cameron said.

Nik nodded and looked back down at his menu. He knew this menu like the back of his hand, and he also knew not to argue with Cameron. Nik picked a mediumish dish, knowing if he had gotten the smallest Cameron would make him get two. It was warm and not as harsh of a palette that Nik usually got, but it was still comfort food. “That.”

Lev looked at his menu before picking something of a similar size, but still far more mild than what Nik got. He flicked Cameron a look to see if it would suffice, and when Cameron dipped his head into a slight nod, turning back to his own menu, Lev loosened.

Cameron ordered the same thing as Nik, clearly not caring about what he ate, one way or another. They sat in comfortable silence waiting for the food to come, listening to the chatter of the people around them. Nik just wanted to go to bed.

Preferably with Cameron, but that was going to be a hit or a miss. If Cameron slept with him, he was either going to be in his demon form or just not touching him at all. And he didn’t want either of those.

The food came and Nik dug in. Warmth lit him up on the way down and he unthawed bit by bit. That was probably Cameron’s intention bringing him here, anyways. But he figured the faster he got done, the faster he could go home. Between wanting to be in bed, and wanting his face in Cameron’s neck, hunger and food was not high on his to-do list.

Lev nibbled at his food, eyes darting from looking down, to Cameron to him. Nik could tell Lev wasn’t sure what happened, and Nik wasn’t sure really what had happened either, except he had crumbled and now Cameron was glued awkwardly to his side.

Nik slid back into his seat watching out the window while Cameron and Lev ate. It was later in the day, the sun was coming down, but still daylight enough that people were out and about. He honestly didn’t care. He looked at Cameron when he heard his name spoken with an annoyed edge. “Yeah?”

“Are you done?”

“The plate is empty, is it not?” Nik said, sharply.

Cameron’s mouth twitched and Nik couldn’t tell if it were into a smile or a frown. It could go either way with Cameron. “Lev?” Cameron asked, eyes still resting on Nik. “Are you done?”

Lev nodded. He had finished off three fourths of his plate and Cameron must have considered that good enough, especially since Lev hadn’t seemed all that eager to go out and eat in the first place. Cameron slipped a couple of bills on the table and stood. “Let’s go, then.”

Nik let Cameron hook his arm around Nik’s neck and pull him in. It took all his willpower to not just climb on him and bury his face in Cam’s neck. It would be better than walking and Nik was tired. But he managed to get in the car with his seatbelt on, if only because Cameron wouldn’t drive otherwise.

They got back to the house and Cameron ordered the sentries to take the bags inside. Cameron let Lev out of the backseat before coming over and getting Nik. “You need to get cleaned up,” Cam said, tone leaving little room for argument.

Not that Nik could form one. And he did feel a bit… stiff. And warm. He was probably getting too rundown and his body was taking it out on him. Lev was still keeping his distance into the house, even if he did sneak looks at them. Nik would think more on it, if he didn’t just want Cameron. Hooking Cam’s arm around his neck, Nik looked at Lev. “Sorry your day turned out sucky.” He hadn’t meant to feel like he got steamrolled by a semi.

Lev blinked at him. “It didn’t.”

Cameron stiffened slightly when Nik quickly kissed him. “I’ll make it up to you eventually. But we got a thing. Rain check?”

Lev seemed a bit confused, but he just nodded. “O- Okay.”

Nik turned them around and nearly drug Cameron with him to the washroom. Cameron didn’t say a word as he mechanically pulled Nik’s clothes off him. It wasn’t his fault that they were sticky. But.

Cameron got him in and out of the tub in record time. Nik had been too concerned with staring at the water droplets that lined Cameron’s white eyelashes to do much talking. Either way, Cameron seemed more concerned with getting Nik clean than to strike up a conversation. Neither of them really felt like talking about earlier. Good thing neither of them were the type to really talk about feelings.

Cameron had gotten them out of the tub and toweled off and in Cam’s bedroom when Nik stopped him from leaving. Cameron stared him down stiffly when Nik came up to him. “Will you sleep with me?”

Cameron arched a brow. “I always sleep with you.”

“No,” Nik said, “you don’t. Not really. Unless you’re in your demon form.”

There was almost a minute change in Cameron’s face. “And if I don’t?”

Nik ignored how his omega whined. Now was not the time. “Then nothing. I don’t do ultimatums with you. But… ” How the fuck was he supposed to tell Cameron that all he wanted to do was bury his face in his neck when he didn’t even really get it either. And he can’t do that if Cameron is sleeping a mile away from him. “I… need you to.”

He wasn’t trying to make it sound like he was manipulating Cameron into doing what he wanted. He wasn’t that much of a tool, but he didn’t know how else to get Cameron to sleep with him. Cameron slowly nodded, anyways. “Okay.”

Nik bit back his sigh of relief. Good. That was. Good. His omega was nearly giddy, it was as annoying as it was distracting. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hooked his hand around the back of Cameron’s neck and tugged him down gently. Cameron turned his head slightly, pale eyes on his, but he didn’t pull away. Nik took that as permission to keep going. Nik kissed him softly, inhaling Cameron’s scent deep into his lungs.

Cameron, despite feeling like a wire drawn taut, kissed him back, his long fingers brushing the small of Nik’s back. Nik knew that today was an anomaly but he was going to make as much of it as he possibly could.

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Lev watched Cameron and Nik until they were out of sight, and only then did he slip into his room. The sentries had indeed dropped his bags off, and he was left to do with them as he wished. Which... at the moment was staring sadly at them, wondering why the fuck Cameron was being so generous. Was it pity? Lev didn't need to be told he was pitiful. He knew. His back reminded him every time it throbbed, which was often. His tears reminded him every time they fell, which was pretty damn often. His fear reminded him every time anxiety twisted him up inside, which was pretty fucking often.

What was he even supposed to do with the bags? Unpack them? Cameron had told him he wasn't going home. That seemed to imply Lev was going to just stay here indefinitely, which implied there was an expectation that Lev could move in, but somehow putting clothes in drawers seemed too... permanent to Lev. What if Cameron changed his mind? What then?

It all seemed like a very silly thing to get worked up over, but Lev was tired, and his back hurt, and he so desperately did not want to be alone. He stooped to grab the bags, hissing painfully at the motion, and forced himself to walk over to the dresser. He unpacked everything, carefully taking all the tags off. There. Now they couldn't be returned. Now he had to accept Cameron had spent far too much money on him.

Once he was done, there really wasn't much else to do but ease Nik’s belt free, letting the pants fall to the floor, before he crawled up on the large bed to wait. For what, he wasn't sure. Despite the fact his eyes burned and his chest was tight, tears wouldn't come. The pressure was growing every time Lev closed his eyes, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

He tucked his cheek against the pillow Nik had slept on earlier, chasing Nik’s scent. He didn’t want to be alone, didn’t like how his thoughts raced when he didn’t have anyone to distract him. That wasn’t a good enough reason to move, though. Enough time had been spent focused on Lev today. Enough time had been wasted on that. It wasn’t like they were leaving the house. Lev would see them in the morning.

Someone clearing their throat dragged Lev out of his slow spiral. He blinked at Cameron, who was leaning against the doorway, waiting for Lev to look up. "You're sleeping on my couch tonight," was all Cameron said. With that, he turned away and walked off. Lev scrambled to follow, grabbing the pillow Nik'd slept on earlier as he did.

He discovered Cameron really had set up the couch for him. After pausing in the doorway and watching Cameron get on the bed with Nik, Lev made his way over to the couch. The pillow already waiting for him smelled like Cameron; Lev buried his face in it immediately. He could hear the other two settling in the bed, and as long as he slept on his stomach his back wasn't touching anything other than Cameron's shirt, which he still hadn't taken off. When they'd gone shopping Lev hadn't once thought of what he was going to sleep in. Not that he minded wearing Cameron's shirts. It was probably as close to a hug from Cameron as he was going to get.

Lev closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. At least he wasn't alone tonight. He'd been braced for it. Wouldn't have minded, wouldn't have complained. But it was harder to bury himself in the pain and fear when he was focused on staying quiet, on not being a bother. Maybe it was better that way, too.

-----

Nik pressed himself as close as he possibly could to Cameron and buried his face in his neck. He had gotten in Cam’s closet when he went to get Lev and stole one of his shirts. He could count on one hand the number of times he had worn Cameron’s clothes. Their styles were vastly different but right now, he could definitely see the appeal of being surrounded by Cameron’s scent.

He wasn’t sure what to do with his arms. Cameron wouldn’t want his back touched; it was the fastest way to guarantee Cam slept as far away from him as possible. Decidedly, Nik folded his arms between them and got as close as he could. The only way this could be better was if Cameron was actually inside him, but. He wasn’t going to bitch about it.

Nik lightly pressed his teeth in Cameron’s shoulder and nearly melted into him when Cameron’s arm wrapped around him. Even with how stiff Cameron was, Nik had no intention of moving from this spot all night.

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He wasn’t moving. Fax wasn’t moving. Fax wasn’t moving, and no matter how many times Lev shook his shoulder, he wasn’t going to move again. Lev knew it, and yet he couldn’t help trying anyway, because if he didn’t, he had to admit Fax was gone.

“It’s your fault too,” Remi said from behind him. “You knew the consequences.”

“He didn’t deserve this.” Lev hunched forward, shying away from the hand Remi dropped on his shoulder. “I didn’t deserve this.”

“Yes you did.” Remi’s fingers dug in Lev’s shoulders. “You should not have dated a demon. A beta demon, at that. You knew you were mine.”

Lev shook his head, only to freeze. It wasn’t Fax on the floor anymore. And, stars, Nik should never be that still. When Lev reached for him, because maybe if he shook him he’d wake up, Remi’s fingers dug in deeper, right over where he’d bit Lev earlier, and yanked Lev back against him.

“I claimed you. I bit you. Just because I gave you some leash doesn’t mean I ever relinquished my hold, Levant.” Remi’s breath was hot against Lev’s ear. Between blinks, it was Cameron Lev was staring down at. “It’s time to come home. You’ve strayed long enough, and it’s not funny anymore, little omega.”

Lev twisted, trying to pull away. Remi’s fingers scraped along his back, pulling at the barely scabbed over wounds as-

Lev’s back hit the floor. He cried out, rolling onto his side with a pained sob. It hurt and Lev could still hear Remi’s voice, still feel his hands on his skin. Distantly he heard Cameron getting up, only really knew it was Cameron because he could hear Nik whine. When Lev managed to look up, Cameron was staring down at him. Lev swallowed his apology, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t read Cameron’s expression, couldn’t hold his gaze either. Instead he dropped his face on his forearms, shuddering.

“Stop crying,” Cameron ordered.

Lev looked up, dry eyed. “I- I’m not. I won't,” he managed.

“Get on the bed. Behind Nik.”

The idea of getting up made Lev nauseous. He pushed himself up unsteadily anyway. He still couldn’t look at Cameron as he winced his way into the bed. He was still trembling as he settled next to Nik. Nik rolled enough to nip sleepily at Lev’s shoulder. The moment Cameron got back into bed, though, Nik was rolling back against him.

Lev scooted closer. He stilled when Cameron said, “Do not move.”

Lev swallowed. He didn’t dare finish settling near Nik. Not moving was doable. Lev didn't usually move in his sleep at all. Usually. Though he wasn’t sure how much sleep he was going to get tonight. Not even Nik right next to him could fully chase away the ghost of Remi’s voice in his ear. At least he wasn’t alone.

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[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.15

Series Masterlist

Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Thank you @dean-winchesters-bacon & @sculptorofbeginnings for looking this over for me :):)xx

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Bugs. Angst. Sibling rivalry??

Bamby

You were walking down the hall when you came to a stop, spotting Sam standing by the bathroom door that was open a crack. Dean’s head was poking out, wrapped in a towel.

“This shower is awesome.” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

As Dean closed the door again, Sam turned and spotted you. He lifted his nose in the air and sniffed before his lips twitched into a frown. You stood frozen, eyes wide, as he strode towards you.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he spun you around and pressed your against the wall as he dragged his nose along the column of your throat.

“You smell like Dean.” He dragged his lips against your skin. “Supposed to be my girlfriend. Gotta keep up appearances,” he breathed, the tone of his voice suggesting he was trying to be convincing.

Only you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you, or convince himself.

Reaching for his jacket, you fisted the material and moaned as his tongue licked at your neck. “Sam.... you’re scenting me.”

“I know.” Pressing in closer, he continued to rub against your neck as his scent grew thicker, surrounding you. “Fuck… Y/N… take your jacket off.”

“What?”

“Do it. Take your jacket off.”

With him still pressed against you, it was hard to do but you somehow managed to get your jacket off. Once it was in your hands, Sam snatched it from your grasp and tossed it down the hall, keeping his face buried against your neck.

Staying close, he tugged his own jacket off. He pulled you away from the wall then, before draping it over your shoulders.

“Wear it.”

“You’ll get cold.”

He chuckled against your neck. “I have other jackets, Y/N.” His nose nuzzled against you. “Just need you to smell like me.”

The feel of his tongue peaking out once more, licking at your pulse point, made you jump and moan. Part of you wanted to pull him closer and tear his clothes apart. Another part of you, though, wanted to push him away.

You never got the chance to do anything before he stepped back and turned to walk down the hall. Pressed against the wall, you watched as he picked your shirt up on the way. Right before he disappeared around the corner, you swore you saw him lift the fabric to his face.

Sitting in the back of Baby, you subconsciously turned your head to sniff your collar. Well… Sam’s collar. You were still wearing his jacket which was far too big on you, but that only made it more comfortable.

Dean rolled to a stop outside of a house where a body was being rolled on a stretcher to the coroner’s car.

“You comin’ with, or…” Dean stopped as the brothers looked to you.

Nose pulling away from Sam’s jacket quickly, you put on a tight smile. “Huh?”

Sam was grinning widely, while Dean clenched his jaw before repeating himself, “You comin’ with us or are you staying in the car?”

“I’ll… I’ll come,” you stumbled.

Eyes snapping up to meet yours, Sam held your gaze. Your heart began to race as your breath caught in your throat. The intensity of that look…

“Okay then. Let’s go,” Dean grunted as he got out of the car.

Both you and Sam followed suit and started to walk around to meet Dean on the footpath. Pulling the umbrella open to shield himself from the rain, Sam then reached out and pulled you closer, making sure you were undercover as well.

“Don’t want you getting a cold,” he explained, but the tug of his lips that threatened a grin said something else.

Rolling his eyes at the two of you, Dean walked ahead and started towards Larry.

Hanging up his phone, Larry looked a little surprised to see us. “Hello. You're, uh, back early.” You were pretty sure you could sense a hint of nervousness in his tone, like he was worried the scene might make you all change your minds about buying a place.

If only he knew…

“Yeah, we just drove in,” Dean shrugged, “wanted to take another look at the neighborhood.”

“What's goin' on?” Sam asked.

“You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?”

Sam nodded. “The realtor.”

The Omega who was spraying the place like a cat.

“Well, she, uh... passed away last night.”

Shit. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Sure, the woman had gotten on your nerves, but you never wanted anything to happen to her.

Dean shook his head in shock. “What happened?”

“I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police,” Larry explained before his eyes was caught by one of the officers. “Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now.

“It's okay,” Sam assured him understandingly.

“Excuse me.” With an apologetic smile, Larry walked off.

As soon as he was gone, Dean turned to you and Sam. “You know what we have to do, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “Get in that house.”

“See if we got a bug problem.”

“I might just go wait in the-”

“You’ll be fine,” Dean promised, cutting you off. “Unless you want to wait, alone, in the bug infested town.”

“Actually, I think I might be safer with you guys.”

You had to wait for the cops to leave before you could climb the fence into Lynda’s backyard. Dean jumped over first before Sam helped you up. On the other side, Dean was there, helping you back onto your feet. He didn’t pass the opportunity to pull you close.

The smell of his scent was a little stronger than usual…

“Dean… what are you doing?”

“You smell like Sam,” he stated, eyes roaming your lips, neck and cleavage.

Sam’s feet landed on the ground heavily. Sighing, he stood up straight and froze. “Dean.”

“What?” Dean snapped, keeping his eyes on your lips. “No one is around, Sam. Don’t need to keep up appearances now.”

Grunting, Sam stepped up behind you. “She’s supposed to smell like me.”

“And she does, that’s my problem.”

The air was getting thicker as their scents grew stronger and stronger. They were smothering you, surrounding you. It was too much...

Whimpering, you had to grip onto Dean’s jacket to keep yourself from falling as your knees gave out. “Fuck. Stop. Please.” Your eyes rolled back.

“Y/N.” They both moved to grab you, to help you, but their touch was too much.

Pushing on Dean’s chest, you stumbled away from them and landed flat on your ass. Hissing in pain, you rubbed at your tailbone, prompting them both to reach out for you again.

“Don’t!” You lifted your hands to stop them. “Don’t touch me right now.”

“Y/N…” Sam turned on the puppy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you scoffed. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question? Dean, you fuck everything and anything with tits, and now you’re getting jealous because of Sam and me? And Sam, you don’t even like me, you’ve ignored me for months, why are you acting all Alpha now?” Grunting, you pulled yourself up to your feet and dusted your hands onto your jeans. “I don’t need this shit. I’m dealing with enough,” you huffed. “So can we please finish this case and move on, without another pissing contest from the two of you?”

Turning on your heels, you stormed over to one of the windows and slid it open before creeping into the house.

Dean was right behind you, followed by Sam who closed the window once he was inside. The three of you looked around instantly spotting the taped outline of where the body had been, before peeking into the bathroom where broken glass lay scattered on the floor.

“This looks like the place.”

Walking into the bathroom, Dean crouched down and lifted the towel from the floor, only to drop it. The thing was covered in dead spiders.

“Urgh!” Shuddering, you turned your back. “I hate this case!”

“You think they’re from Spider Boy?”

“Matt,” Sam corrected, a little harshly. “Maybe.”

…

The school bus came to a stop in front of Baby before Matt stepped off. Instead of heading into the development and home, though, he ducked into the nearby woods.

“Isn't his house that way?” Dean noted, pointing in the opposite direction from where Matt had disappeared.

Sam gave a short nod. “Yep.”

“So where's he goin'?”

“Can we not find out and just stay in the car?” you asked, causing both of them to turn to you. “Woods equals bugs.”

“That’s the case, Y/N,” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, I know, and it’s the problem.”

He frowned, confused. “For years you’ve dealt with our bloody wounds and freaky monsters, but bugs are the things that push you too far?”

“Eight. Legged. Freaks. Need I say more?”

Chuckling, Sam reached for his door. “You’ll be fine. Come on.”

Begrudgingly, you followed the brothers and got out of the car before crossing the road and ducking into the woods.

“Hey, Matt. Remember me?”

Matt turned around at the sound of Sam’s voice, holding his hand up in front of him. You shuddered at the sight of the stick bug on his hand.

“What are you doin' out here?”

“Well, we wanna talk to you,” Dean started.

“You're not here to buy a house, are you?” Matt asked, earning a shake of the head from Dean. “W-wait. You're not serial killers?”

The three of you laughed.

“No, no. No, I think you're safe,” Sam assured him.

“So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects.” Dean was not being subtle or hiding the accusation in his words.

“So?”

“Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?”

“I hear she died this morning.”

“Mm, that's right. Spider bites.”

“Matt... you tried to scare Y/N with a spider,” Sam added, trying to connect the dots for the kid.

The shock on Matt’s face was instant. “Wait. You think I had something to do with that?”

Dean shrugged. “You tell us.”

“That tarantula was a joke. And I apologised.” Matt glanced at you then. “Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy.”

“You know about those?” Sam was as surprised as you were.

“There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something.”

Taking the lead, he started to move further into the woods. Both Sam and Dean weren’t too far behind him, but you paused. The idea made you shudder.

“Come on, Y/N,” Dean called over his shoulder, knowing you were lagging. “Unless you want to be stuck out here by yourself.”

You needed no more encouragement before you hurried on after them.

“So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad?” Sam asked, a step behind Matt. “Maybe he could clear everybody out.”

“Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me,” Matt explained.

“Why not?”

“Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son.”

Sam scoffed, “I hear you.”

“You do?” Dean really had no clue.

You remembered what it was like, before Sam went away. You remembered the way John had treated his sons like soldiers more often than not. You remembered how Sam fought him all the way, every day. You remembered how ugly it got when the two of them went head to head.

Thing is, you also understood them both.

John had lost the love of his life and had to raise his two sons in a world of monsters. He knew the truth, and he wasn’t going to sit by and let it destroy him. He was a man on a mission, someone that had to have a purpose. He sacrificed everything for his family, raising them in his own version of ‘right’.

Sam, though, didn’t see the point. He didn’t understand. He was sheltered at first, kept away from the violence, so he had a taste of normal. He got addicted to normal and he craved it for the rest of his life. Being held back, but trained to do the things John wouldn’t let him do… he felt like his time was being wasted, like he could do something better with his life.

They were both strong minded, stubborn and dedicated people, who just didn’t see the world in the same light.

Maybe Dean didn’t see all of that because he was always too busy following the path his father set out. He didn’t know any better, though, so you couldn’t blame him.

“Matt, how old are you?” Sam asked, not responding to Dean.

“Sixteen.”

“Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen.”

“What?”

“College,” Sam answered simply. “You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad.”

“What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family,” Dean argued.

Stopping in his tracks, Sam turned to glare at his brother.

Before either of them could say anything, you stepped between them, looking at the confused and slightly concerned kid.

“How much further?”

“We're close.”

Reaching a clearing, you came to a stop on the edge and listened. All around you, you could hear bugs. Hundreds of them.

That can’t be good.

“I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class,” Matt explained.

Dean glanced at Sam. “You two are like peas in a pod.”

Ignoring him, Sam asked Matt, “What's been happening?”

“A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here.”

“Why?”

Matt shrugged at Dean’s question. “I don't know.”

“What's that?” Sam gestured to a dark patch of grass in the middle of the clearing.

Even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, the four of you moved closer to the darker grass. Dean took the lead, reaching out to toe at the dirt, cause it to cave in a little, creating a hole.

Crouching down, Dean grabbed a stick and poked it into the hole. “There's somethin' down there.” Putting the stick down, he reached his hand into the hole. “Come on. Come on.”

You grabbed Sam’s arm reflexively, worriedly, watching as Dean dug around. All you could imagine was him pulling out an arm covered in creepy crawlies.

Instead… he pulled out a human skull.

“Thank God.” You let out a breath. Matt turned to you, horrified. You shrugged. “Dead things I’m good with. Bugs… not so much.”

Dean pulled up outside of the local college, right outside of the Anthropology department. The three of you climbed out of the car, you with the box of bones in your arms. Sam was quick to swoop in, though

Shrugging his jacket off, he draped it over the box and took it from you.

“Thanks.” You smiled up at him.

He shrugged, smiling back. “No problem.”

Just that boyish look and gentlemanly behaviour, and you were ready to swoon.

“Come on.” He nodded for you to follow before walking around the car to where Dean was waiting. “So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave.”

“Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits?” Dean suggested as you all started towards the building. “Some unfinished business?”

“Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?”

“That's two questions,” Dean noted.

“Because ghosts are assholes, and bugs are creepy,” you answered for Sam, though you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

Sam didn’t respond to either of you.

As the silence stretched on for a few more minutes, Dean took the chance to change the subject. “Yeah, so with that kid back there... why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?”

“Just, uh... I know what the kid's goin' through,” Sam answered.

“How 'bout tellin' him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?”

Oh shit...

“Dean, come on.” Sam stopped walking and turned to him. “This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about.”

“Just forget it, all right? Sorry I brought it up.” Dean tried to keep walking, but Sam stopped him.

“I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough.”

“So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?”

“Was?” Sam scoffed. “Is. Always has been.”

Dean looked at him with bewilderment. “Why would you think that?”

“Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak.”

“Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters,” Dean muttered.

“Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house.”

Nodding, Dean stood a little straighter as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth.”

You flinched, also recalling that night. The night Sam had left...

Sam shook his head. “You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me.”

“Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never,” Dean assured him. “He was scared.”

“What are you talkin' about?”

“He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could,” Dean told him, causing Sam’s smirk to fade. “Keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded.

“Why didn't you tell me any of that?” Sam asked, looking to both of you.

“Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone.” Dean shrugged.

Truth be told… you hadn’t known John was checking up on Sam. Made you wonder why no one had said anything to you, either.

“Come on,” Dean gestured over his shoulder at the building. “We're gonna be late for our appointment,” he mumbled before turning and walking away.

Bamby

[mssjynx]

27 Kriity or BID407 whichever one you wanna do

alpha / beta / omega au

basicallyido407 drabble 

27. The elevator stopped and I’m out of suppressants. I’m gonna freak out and you’re being really good about this, I’m so sorry I’m doing this to you.

warning: nsfw

a/n; i have no idea how this one actually turned out but here you go! three in one day! haha crim i told you i could do it :D hope you enjoy!

“No, no, no, no…” Scott slammed his hands against the metal, feeling his heart thumping in his ear as the machine gave another big screech of metal scraping against metal. The doors were shut. They were between levels. They were stuck.

He let out a shriek as the lights slammed off, a green glow lighting the tiny space with emergency electricity. Nothing else was lit. The elevator was silent.

“Fuck!” he shouted, curling his hands in fists and smashing them against the doors, leaning his head against the cold metal.

“Hey, calm down.” The voice behind him drew his attention but reluctancy slowed his motions. Deep brown eyes, comforting smile, the subtle scent of freshly mowed grass. Scott felt dread tip in his stomach as his neighbour crossed the tiny box to place a hand on his shoulder. “You gotta relax, dude. Your stress is stinking up this thing. Breathe.”

The pounding of his heart was hard to ignore as that hand remained, squeezing gently to remind Scott where he was. He sucked in a sharp breath and forced it back out. “I don’t do well with small spaces,” he pushed out, ignoring the way his next inhale wheezed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Well, you aren’t alone. We’ll wait this out and I’m sure we’ll be out of here in no time.” He was about as annoyingly optimistic as he was annoyingly attractive and Scott couldn’t help the flare of his nose as he confirmed that the neighbour he’d been spying on for weeks was an alpha.

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“I’m Marcel. You’re Scott, right?” Had Scott not been freaking the fuck out, he would have showed his confusion to how this hot neighbour knew his name, but his mind was occupied with racing thoughts and fears.

He nodded, forcing his gaze down as he took a small step back. “Yeah, I’m alright,” he lied, gritting his teeth beneath the gaze of the alpha. He didn’t want Marcel to realise he was an omega yet but in his current state their was no hiding it for long. The reason he was even in the elevator to begin with was because he was on his way to the chemist to get some fresh suppressants.

His preheat started two days ago and as much as he wanted to spend the next week curled up in bed sleeping and ignoring the pain, he had business to organise. The only way to get his brain even slightly on track was heavy duty suppressants, as well as preventing the whole apartment building from knowing he was horny and alone.

And his stress was only making the transition into his heat faster, his overheated body and racing heart as well as the presence of a compatible alpha; it was his body’s wet dream and Scott had no way out.

“Scott?” He snapped his head up, catching the look of concern in Marcel’s eyes as the alpha took another step closer. “You look like you’re gonna pass out, are you-” Scott knew the exact moment of realisation, noticed the way the alpha’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened as the line of his spine went rigid as steel. “You’re-”

“Yeah,” he sighed, hating how the exhale shook on its way out. Three steps back, he slid down to sit with his back to the corner of the elevator, not meeting Marcel’s eyes from where the man remained frozen. “Out of suppressants too. It came a week early- I’m so sorry you’re stuck in here with me.”

Marcel turned, striding to the opposite side of the box and not looking at Scott as the omega hugged his knees to his chest. “Ain’t your fault,” his neighbour forced out, voice thick with restraint. “We’ll… We’ll be out of here soon.”

They lapsed into a silence thick with stress, hunger and tension. It lingered in the air as Scott counted his breaths and Marcel gripped the hand bars but the omega knew it could only last so long. A sharp huff drew his attention as he wiped at the sweat on his forehead.

Marcel cast him a glance and their gazes met like a clash of lightning. “God, you shouldn’t smell like that,” he groaned and Scott didn’t miss the scent of arousal that wafted in the room. He couldn’t stop the little whimper from bubbling in his throat and like animal instinct, Marcel responded with a dangerous growl. The twitch of his lip. The flash of bared teeth. Scott noticed the alpha’s claws as they dug into the metal and he squirmed, biting into his bottom lip.

“Sorry,” he choked out. He could feel the wet heat beneath him, making him hotter, making him hornier. He was hard between his legs and it was torture not to slip a hand into his pants and relieve himself, even just slightly. A soft whine escaped his throat as he slammed the back of his head into the metal behind him, mouth agape as he dropped his hand to the arousal between his thighs. He couldn’t stop himself. “Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Scott, you’re gonna trigger my rut.” The words were forced out between bare teeth, the alpha gripping the metal bar to try and hold himself there. “Fuck, I wanna- I wanna have you.” He threw his attention over his shoulders, eyes sharp and pupils dilated. His chest heaved, face flushed pink with heat and fever. Scott could taste his arousal, could taste the addictive scent of an alpha’s need.

He couldn’t stop his knees from spreading, rubbing himself and throwing wave after wave of pleasure up his spine. “Fu-uck-” he moaned, running his tongue along his teeth. He arched his hips up into his touch and flicked his attention up to the screech of tearing metal, five long claw marks embedded in the wall where Marcel pressed himself.

“I don’t wanna take advantage of you,” he growled and Scott gasped as he slipped his hand into his pants. His eyes rolled back, hand burning around his arousal. “But I want you really bad.”

Scott heard him fall to the floor, heard the sound of him ripping through the carpet. If he wasn’t so drowsy from the lust, he would swoon at how much Marcel tried to stop himself; at how much Marcel didn’t want to hurt him or take advantage of him.

But with the heat coursing through his veins, he couldn’t help the loud whimper, catching Marcel’s eyes and tipping his head up to present his throat. “Please,” he breathed, tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. “Please, fuck me.”

Marcel was on him in seconds. Large hands still showing claws grasped his ankles, yanking him hard and fast so he was laying flat on the floor of the elevator. The alpha didn’t hesitate to manhandle his legs apart, pushing Scott’s hands away so he could kneel between the omega’s legs. “I’m gonna,” he murmured, the look in his eyes as he admired Scott’s flushed, panting body doing wonders to the heat of his entrance.

Nimble fingers yanked his pants, slipping them down his thighs and dragging them all the way off his ankles. Scott squirmed for a second before he tugged his shirt off, then reached for Marcel who was shoving his own pants down his thighs. As soon as he was naked, the alpha was dropping his head to Scott’s thighs, pushing one up to spread his legs further and reveal the pool of slick collecting on the elevator floor.

Scott gasped as Marcel nosed against his upper thigh, tasting the skin with a low hum as he inhaled the direct scent of Scott’s need. He whimpered as kisses trailed along the sensitive flesh, his own claws tearing through the carpet as Marcel stretched his thigh up further.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, voice rough with need and Scott couldn’t help the buck of his hips.

He threw his head back. “Please, please, please.” Then Marcel was pushing his leg over and rolling him onto his front.

“On your knees.” Simple command. Scott obeyed. “Good boy,” was pressed to his buttcheek with a bite and Scott dropped his forehead to the carpet as calloused fingers spread him apart.

He heard the deep inhale and arched his back at the possessive growl that rolled against his flesh. All he got as warning was the brush of his cheek against Scott’s ass before a hot, wet tongue was sliding through the slick that covered Scotty’s entrance.

Immediately, the omega keened, pushing back against the hand that held him by the back of the thigh. A moment hovered, before Marcel was pressing in and rolling his tongue over Scott’s entrance. Sound after sound slipped from the omega, his thighs shaking from the tension as the alpha pulled him open with only his tongue. He rocked back against the touch, gasping and panting as his slick was lapped up by the alpha in rut. The heat spun his head and he couldn’t stop the loud whine when the wet muscle pushed past the ring of muscles.

“F- Fuck!” he cried. He opened up beneath the alpha’s mouth, moaning as that tongue pressed into him. It wasn’t a deep touch but the feeling sent Scott to Cloud 9 as he was drowned in a ground-shaking pleasure. “Marcel, I- I need more-” he gasped, baring his teeth against the carpet as the alpha continued to massage his entrance. “Please- Please, I need-”

Faster than he could register, that mouth withdrew and Marcel’s thumb pressed into him instead. Thicker and that slight bit deeper, Scott’s head hit the ground hard and his lips parted with a soundless cry.

The thumb pulled out. Two fingers drove in.

Slick dripped down Scott’s thighs, his face plastered to the carpet as his body jerked back. He couldn’t focus on anything but the feelings twisting and tangling in his gut, driving him wild. Those two fingers didn’t stop moving as he whimpered and mewled, driving in and out, curling, spreading, twisting. His entrance was abused with the friction, his walls feeling swollen around Marcel’s digits. Scott could feel his body winding up like an elastic band and he didn’t know how long he had left before he snapped.

Fortunately, it seemed the alpha understood. He whined helplessly when Marcel left him empty, arms shaking as he pushed himself up and swung his head back to his neighbour. “On your back,” the alpha murmured, rubbing his thigh comfortingly before settling himself between the omega’s thighs.

There was a moment of silence where the alpha just watched Scott, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips to his flushed cheeks and mused hair. Scotty couldn’t describe the way the world spun beneath them when the alpha kissed him. He kissed him deeply, tongue diving in to allow Scott a taste of his own slick, before inviting the omega’s tongue back to suck gently on.

Without breaking the kiss, Marcel nudged his tip against the omega’s slick entrance. A soft hmph sounded between their mouths as Scott arched in preparation, before Marcel was sinking his weight forward and pressing his arousal into the omega beneath him.

Scotty couldn’t keep the kiss, throwing his head back and digging his claws into Marcel’s arm as the alpha filled him out. His mouth opened with a loud moan, back arching off the floor and hips pressing up into Marcel. He didn’t think he had the energy to even open his eyes again.

Marcel’s mouth trailed down his exposed throat as he eased back, teeth biting into the meat of his shoulder as he thrust himself back in.

“Alpha-” The call of his tilted sparked something in Marcel and the deep growl that sounded from his throat lit Scott’s entire body on fire as the alpha pushed his legs apart. He held him in place, braced himself against the carpet and fucked the omega, the copious amounts of slick making the task smoother.

It didn’t reduce the pleasure at all though, Marcel growling and groaning as he thrust his hips against the undersides of Scott’s thighs. The omega couldn’t stop the string of unintelligible sounds from dripping from his mouth, curses, slurred cries of “Marcel” and “Alpha”, moans and whines and gasps. He couldn’t stop; Marcel feeling each sound erupt from the pale throat beneath his teeth as the alpha left mark after mark across his skin.

With the lasting energy in Scott’s body, he linked his leg up over the alpha’s hip, lifting an exhaustingly heavy hand up to grasp his hair. With a whimper, he dragged Marcel down and crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss, swirling with the lust of a combined heat and rut.

“Alpha,” he moaned, pressing the word into Marcel’s mouth along with his tongue. He never wanted to forget what his neighbour tasted like, what he felt like inside him, how he fucked him, how he sounded while he did so. There was nothing about that moment that Scott ever wanted to forget as Marcel fucked him up and into his climax.

It rolled through him like a tsunami, crashed over him like a wave of glass. His whole body seized up, ankle dragging Marcel as deep into him as he could go as his back arched off the itching carpet. His mouth remained agape but his voice was too ruined to make a sound as Marcel rested his face against the omega’s neck.

The clench of the thin body around the alpha was enough to drag him down into his orgasm also, rocking his hips to ride the two of them through their climaxes before he collapsed against the blonde.

Scott was sure he’d have fallen asleep beneath the alpha had Marcel not let out a strained groan and pushed up off him. He peeled his eyes open, meeting Marcel’s gaze and released his deep breath. “Fuck,” he mumbled, feeling the heat lingering in his system. The fluid on his stomach was already getting sticky but from the way his skin burned and itched, he knew he was far from done with being fucked.

Marcel pulled out of him and Scott shuddered as a mix of the alpha’s fluid and his own slick dripped out of his abused entrance. Yet he didn’t miss how Marcel was already getting hard again and he knew his body was more reactive than ever to the fresh scent of hunger that wafted off Marcel’s skin.

“Fuck,” he repeated, head falling back against the carpet. Marcel laughed, voice hoarse as he rubbed Scott’s thigh.

“I think someone’s coming,” the alpha murmured, reaching for his shirt to wipe up the mess they’d made.

Scott lifted his head. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna leave as soon as we’re out of here,” he slurred, words unfiltered in the tangle of his mind. “No toy will fuck me like you just did.”

Marcel laughed again, loud and unashamed as he helped the weakened omega sit up. “Unless you plan on leaving me in the hall, I don’t plan on leaving your side,” he assured, passing Scott his shirt to slip on. “Plus,” he started, pinning Scott to the wall as soon as the omega was on his feet, “the thought of you riding me is torturous and I don’t think I’ll be able to go home without knowing what that’s really like.

Scott blushed, but caught the sound of people at the floor above. A shout was heard and Marcel grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to the omega’s lips before he turned to fetch his pants and pull them back on.

It was an agonising ten minutes before the firemen could get the elevator open, the first woman they saw pulling a face as the scent of the elevator hit her. Neither man said anything and she didn’t mention it other than a dirty look, and the second they were free, Scott was dragging Marcel back to his apartment and yanking him inside.

He thought about sending his other neighbours a note of apology as Marcel crawling atop him on his bed but didn’t get past the first few words in his head before he was occupied with the mouth on his arousal and the fingers spreading wide inside him.

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🏰⚔️🐲🐲👑 DMODT- 50 start

Curled up with Luca, Eren was in a state of shock. His hand hadn't left his stomach since the healer had left them. He wasn't supposed to be pregnant. No. He couldn't be pregnant. It was impossible. He'd given up that part of his soul, and lost Levi's clutch because of it. This was wrong. All of this was wrong. This was the wrong bed, in the wrong manor, in the wrong country, and to the wrong alpha... He wanted to run, to scream, to claw the life inside of him out, but none of that happened because he just felt so numb to the whole concept of being pregnant... again. Hearing a soft knock on the door, the omega knew it was Armin. Not just because of the lightness of the steps, or the honey smelling soap he used, but because Mikasa refused to let anyone else near his room "Come in!" Luca chirped as he stretched before walking across the blankets of the bed and jumping down with a light thud. He knew when it was breakfast time, and he knew Armin usually brought breakfast up. Given he wasn't allowed to take any herbs that weren't approved by the royal healers, his friend stopped by to collect the herbal powders prescribed for morning sickness, before visiting him. Opening the door, Armin smiled down at Luca "Hello. Are you hungry? I've got some mince for you, as well as your milk" "You're spoiling him" "He's a growing boy. Speaking of growing, how are you feeling today?" "I haven't thrown up yet" "That's progress" There was that, and the smallest of bumps his belly had become in the past few weeks since being told of his pregnancy. He couldn't escape the truth, so why couldn't his mind just accept it? Closing the door, Armin went about fussing over breakfast for Luca. So far no one had tried to get rid of the child, and he didn't know if he was disappointed or not by that "I was thinking we could take Luca for a walk today? It's warm outside, so your lungs should be alright" With no fireplace in his own room quarters, cold nights now meant spending most of his time in shower for the steam. The constant flow of hot water could only come from magic sources "That'd be nice" For Luca. Eren just wanted to stay laying in bed. If he left the window open, the eagle carrying his updates from Eldia would fly right to his bed "Awesome. I did suggest we ride down to the port and take a look around, but Mikasa said it was too dangerous" "For who?" "You. She knows you don't love riding, and that you're not that great at it" "Actually... I can ride quite well now. I wouldn't mind going down to the port" "Really?! You want to go riding? I thought you didn't like horses" "They're not all that bad. I prefer them to ships" "Did you and... never mind..." God. He really should be over it all. It'd been 3 months since Levi left, and everyone was still on eggshells about the topic "We rode for about three weeks. Down from what they call Europe. Though, for about two of those weeks we crossed the desert on camels..." Levi had laid claim to his body, flooded him with his seed over and over. The baby inside of him was supposed to be Levi's. The alpha was everything he wanted in the father of his child. He knew how wrapt he would have been, and how attending and kind... He would have taught their child to ride a horse and wield a sword... The hand against his swell rubbed at it slowly "It's ok" "It's not ok. We wanted children, Armin. We wanted that dream and future. Now I'm pregnant to the wrong alpha, who I haven't seen since he found he was to be a father" "Isn't that a good thing?" "It is. I just... I know it's foolish, but he was... soft? at the party. When I got sick, he actually growled at the people trying to help, then carried me to the carriage" He didn't have feelings for Zeke. But not knowing why he helped... left him wondering if the was ok. Or if he'd seen something like that before with a pervious lover. The man was a sleaze, yet had limited his man-whore ways since they'd wed "Eren, you do know who he is and what he's done?" "I hold no illusions over Zeke's character, and I'm quite sure he'd erase Eldia if he could. But that won't change this... inside of me" "I still can't believe you're actually pregnant" "I can't either. I don't know if it's a clutch or a human child, so I can't say how long the pregnancy will last" "You're around 12 weeks, aren't you?" "Yeah. I've only had sex with Zeke those two nights. When he first told me we'd be wed, I was scared he would force himself upon me each night. It's nice to know all these black scales of mine repulse him enough to keep him away" "I was scared too... I thought you wouldn't be able to come back from what he'd done to you" "Armin, it hurt. It hurt so fucking much... but we all had a dream for Eldia. If it's for the sake of peace, I'll find a way to be ok" The handle of the cup in Armin's hold snapped. Armin letting out a long breath as he placed it down "Armin?" "You shouldn't have to just be ok! I might be a stupid kid, but I don't get it. I don't get how you can sit there, clearly not over your alpha, and still hurt from his leaving you. And you sit there, and... you weren't supposed to fall pregnant to him. When do you get your happy ever after? It's not fair Eren. I don't... you shouldn't have to have to this baby if you don't want it. You shouldn't have to sleep with someone like him, just to keep Eldia safe. You're not even a real prince. If I was prince, I would have married you and kept you in Eldia, where no one could touch you. I hate this place, and I hate what it's doing to you!" "Armin..." "No! You keep talking about peace, but this all too much! I hate it! He broke you and left you! And you still love him! I can't even be mad at him, because he wasn't mentally stable! I want to punch him in the face for leaving, and I want him to come save us from all of this!" Climbing out his bed, Eren walked over to Armin. Gathering his friend into his hold, he nodded "I hate him for leaving me. For leaving Luca. But I'm still in love with him.... I still love and want to be with him... I tried to hide how bad things were, but even that didn't keep him beside me... some nights I can't sleep because I'm so worried that he's hurt somewhere out there. That he's lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding out, and I'll never see him again... we wanted... we wanted a baby so badly, Armin... it's supposed to be his..." Vomit filled his mouth, Eren half shoving Armin away as ran to the bathroom. In his mind, his omega was one great big mess. It hated him for thinking of aborting the child, while Eren hated himself for not being able to. Armin was right. He needed to get out of the manor. Having choked down breakfast, and kept it down for longer than half an hour, the four of them headed out to back lawns of the manor house, as Mikasa wouldn't let him on a horse in his "condition". This was least faking feeling part of whole castle grounds. Long ago another building had stood on the site of the manor, its thick foundations were blackened and broken yet left standing as show of strength. Marley's soldiers had swept in and raised it to the ground, though no one knew just when that was exactly. Eren hated that Marley had destroyed something that would have taken decades to build, but the fact they were still there was proof of something outside of polite fakeness. Enjoying the feeling of the sun, Eren was sitting on the grass beside Armin, while Luca chased Mikasa around as Mikasa tried to work out. Even if the female alpha was annoyed at her having her workout disturbed, she'd become much more adept at hiding it from Luca, calling it stamina training instead of playing chasey. Luca might not have got the concept completely, but he was happy to chance Mikasa around. Sighing to himself, Eren accidentally interrupted the game in front of him, Luca abandoning Mikasa as he came bounding over to Eren "It's ok, Lu. You can keep playing" Chirping, his son swiped at his hand "You want me to play?" "Lu! Luuuuuuu!" "Luca, Eren is..." "Armin, it's ok. Luca hasn't had the attention he deserves since I first found out I was pregnant. I don't want this to impact on my time with him. Luca, you've got to give mummy a chance" Cocking his head sideways, his son smacked his hand again "Ok. Ok. I'm coming" Chasing around after Luca, it turned into a proper game when Armin joined in. His stomach didn't feel great, if anything it felt worse by the second, but Luca was so damn happy as they played. Caught up in their own world, Mikasa was the first to stop playing. Her hand going to her sword. This simple action was enough for Eren to gather Luca up, as he looked for the threat designated by his sister "It's Queen Dina" Queen Dina. He'd been going out of his way to avoid her "We should return to our quarters. She doesn't like me being outside of my room" Mikasa nodded "I know. I've caught Yelena following us more than once. She likes to try and blend in with the rest of the guards here" "Zeke saved her life. She sees him as god, and he didn't help matters" Huffing, Armin wiped his face on his shirt "If she's that great, why didn't he marry her?" "Because she doesn't come with a country that's filled with resources" "She's also not part dragon" Eren nodded quickly "There's that. When Zeke mounted me the first time, he only took scales from my back. If it'd been her, she would probably have realised that there's magic in the scales on my face, rather than the ones on my back. She's stupid for following Zeke, but, still, I get the feeling her mind is always racing and thinking of what comes next. I'm sure Queen Dina would have preferred her as daughter than me"