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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Midoriya Izuku, Omega Todoroki Shouto, Omega Bakugou Katsuki, Intersex Bakugou Katsuki, Knotting, References to Knotting, Top Midoriya Izuku, Power Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Todoroki Shouto, Happy Birthday Midoriya Izuku, Threesome - M/M/M, Cock Worship, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Birthday Sex, Bakugou Katsuki Calls Todoroki Shouto "Princess", mentions of mpreg, Belly Bulge, Vaginal Fingering, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia) Series: Part 125 of Omegaverse Alpha Beta Omegas Summary:

Bakugo and Shoto want to make sure their alpha has the best birthday, so of course they offer themselves as the gifts

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Izuku woke up with a groan, a smile spreading across his face. His arms ached a bit as he attempted to stand up, his muscles burning before the morning had even started. His work out the night before had been pretty intense but he thought a good rest would have fixed it. Clearly he had over estimated how much rest he needed.

He looked to his left, Shoto was still dead asleep. To his right Bakugo was just stirring. “Morning alpha.” “Hey pretty boy.” Bakugo let out a half hearted smile, he knew very well that Izuku liked soft and fluffy pet names. Despite being omega Bakugo was one of the strongest heroes, alongside their omega mate Shoto. The three of them were the top three heroes now.

“Shou still asleep?”

Izuku nodded. “Yes he is,” Izuku ran a hand along his forehead pushing red and white hair out of his face. “Damned princess.” Izuku snickered, Izuku didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky to end up with not one but two omegas that were head over heels for him. As well as each other. “Hey nerd,” Bakugo grinned.

“What is it, Kacchan?”

Bakugo got up and wrapped his arms around Bakugo with a smile. “Happy Birthday.” Izuku’s green eyes widened. It was his birthday? He had totally forgotten. “Yeah, how are you so smart, yet you forget your own birthday.” Bakugo peppered him with kisses. “Now, I made sure the three of us had today off… So, let me start spoiling you.” Izuku blushed as his Bakugo kissed him again, and again. Shoto muttered as he turned then looked up at his mates. “Started without me?”

“Hey princess,” Bakugo grinned. “Come help me then.”

“Hey gorgeous.” Izuku smiled as he licked his lips. Looking between his mates. “So, you’re telling me I get all day off with both of you?” Bakugo nodded. “I know my shit.”

Izuku smiled, kissing Bakugo softly before leaning over to kiss Shoto who sat up to meet him in the middle. “Happy birthday alpha.”

Shoto got off the bed and dropped to his knees, Izuku grinned as his omegas worked his clothes off first before undressing themselves and dropping to their knees in front of him. “You’ve got both of us all day, anyway you want.”

Izuku’s cock twitched at the comment. “Fuck…” “Aren’t you excited Alpha?” Shoto asked as he slowly reached out with his hand. “Oh Shou, you don’t even know….” Shoto smirked as he leaned forward, wrapping his hand around Izuku’s balls. Bakugo snickered and joined in, the two omegas squeezing and touching his cock, balls and thighs. Izuku lifted his cock up and both omegas began to work their magic. Shoto and Bakugo lapped and sucked at his cock, Shoto trailed kisses along the left side of his cock while Bakugo licked up and down the right side of his shaft. “We are here to please you alpha!” Shoto mumbled before giving his cock another kiss. “Anything you want. All day alpha.” Izuku smirked, his cock twitching at the comment. “Suck my cock Sho. Kacchan, lay down.” Bakugo cocked a brow, but he surprisingly would listen to Izuku when he told him what to do. Shoto happily wrapped his mouth around his alphas cock, sucking and moaning. Saliva dripped down his chin as he continued to suck quickly taking his alphas cock deep. He licked his tip with pleasure. Izuku loved how Shoto felt, the omegas holes were unlike anything he had ever felt. He was half hot half cold, and that went for his insides too. Shoto couldn’t fully turn it off, but when he was sucking he tended to up it a bit.

Temperature play was inevitable when your omega had ice and fire powers after all.

Bakugo had his legs spread as he laid on the bed, he looked up at Izuku expectantly before the alpha slide two fingers inside his dripping pussy. He used his other hand to toy at his weeping cock. Bakugo and Shoto were different despite both being omegas.

Bakugo had both parts, an intersex male omega. Izuku loved every part of him, and loved to watch Bakugo fuck Shoto at his order. All the while Shoto only had a gorgeous dripping pussy. Bakugo muttered at his touch while Shoto gagged on Izuku’s throbbing cock. “Fuck.. get on top of Bakugo Shou.. Before I knot down your throat.” Shoto moved and straddled Bakugo. The two omegas spread their legs to give Izuku the best view of their wet cunts. Izuku smirked as he gave both of their asses a nice thwack. “Bakugo, fill Shoto up now..” The hot headed omega nodded with a smirk, sliding his cock inside of Shoto’s dripping pussy. The two moaned as they became one. Izuku grunted, he loved watching them play. Bakugo began to thrust into Shoto watching Izuku for orders. “Alpha… Ngh… Please use us…” “You want my knot, while you fill Shoto up do you?” “Y-yes please.” “I want your knot too….” Shoto whined. “Please alpha…” “Don’t worry Shoto, you’ll get my cock too. We have all day together don’t we?”

Shoto nodded in agreement, he felt Bakugo ease his thrusting as Izuku slid his cock inside his wet folds. With each thrust inside of Bakugo the omega thrusted upward into Shoto. The two omegas were whining for one another and their alpha mate while their alpha mate was desperate to get a knot off. “Ngh.. Pl-please…” “I need to cum…” Bakugo whined. “You better fill Shoto up good..” Izuku grunted as he gave Shoto’s ass a spank. The omega whimpered in pleasure as Bakugo began to fill him with useless seed. Bakugo groaned, kissing his omega mate as Izuku’s knot began to pump him full of cum. “That’s it… You’re both getting filled up, aren’t you?” “Yes alpha…” Bakugo mumbled, his belly bulging slightly as cum pumped into him. Izuku’s knot was thick and continued to twitch as it filled him greedily. Shoto slid off of Bakugo’s Izuku smirked as Shoto laid beside Bakugo grabbing his hand with a reassuring squeeze before he felt Izuku’s fingers slide into his cum filled hole.

“Don’t worry Shou, I’ll be knotting in you soon enough.”

“It’s your birthday alpha, you do as you wish.” Izuku grinned, giving his wet pussy a few nice slaps. “That’s a good boy.” He smirked as he began to pump Bakugo’s spent cock. The omega squirmed under him. “Ngh…” “Alpha…. Pl-please..” “You can handle it Kacchan.” Bakugo nodded as he continued to be toyed with, as his womb was filled with seed. “That’s it. Just say the word and your next heat I will impregnate you both.”

Shoto and Bakugo grinned, that could be possibly arranged. “Is that your birthday wish?” “It’s my birthday today, your heat won't be for a while.” “I’m happy for an I owe you situation.” Shoto muttered. “Maybe one of us out at a time? Shoto gets pregnant first then me?” Bakugo offered. “Shoto would look so pretty pregnant, wouldn’t you princess?”

Shoto blushed, kissing Bakugo softly. “So would you.” Bakugo grinned looking up at Izuku. “You know what, yeah, that’s my birthday wish. I want pups.”

“Then you shall get them.” Bakugo muttered. He whined as Izuku pulled his cock away, his knot just starting to go down before he slid his tip inside of Shoto. “Good, I’ll start practicing breeding you both now though. Don’t worry.” This was going to be the best birthday yet.

#Happy Birthday Izuku Midoriya #omegaverse #dekubakushoto #my hero academia

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Letters

Part 4

Rating; Mature MDI | Relationship; pre-Sam O'Brien/Gator Tillman| CW; still swearing and explicit materiaal| Tags; developing relationship, pen pals, letter writing, Roy Tillman's A+ parenting, he legally names his only child Gator that man is Trash, Gator's trauma about his name, Gator has Daddy issues, again Roy is Trash!

The last fortnight had been rough. What should have been a ‘routine’ surveillance and recon mission had turned into them getting pinned down for a few days. Due to anti tank rockets and IEDs the terrorists were using it was nearly impossible to get cover and evac to their location.

They had finally made it back to base twenty-four hours ago, after getting fully debriefed they had been sent to medical get mandatory evaluations. Unfortunately they had lost two of their own platoons; it had definitely affected their morale, leaving them all dejected and angry.

They had been given the next week off to decompress and get their heads back on straight. While the other guys had gone to the on base bar and recroom he had opted to go back the brakes and spend the night rereading the stack of letters Gator had sent him the past seven months.

He had been battling with feelings of guilt towards his wife, Vivienne. Sam loves her deeply and can't envision a life without her in it. She is his best friend and the mother of his daughter, but he wasn't in love with her anymore. Every ounce of romantic love he had felt for her had slowly turned platonic. Being raised Catholic; and still somewhat causally practicing, he has a huge amount of guilt within himself. It's this instilled guilt that is preventing them from seeking a divorce. Instead they had opened up their marriage.

They had boundaries in place, when he's stepped through the front door for his shore leave neither fucks anyone els until he leaves for deployment or goes to a base. The sex between them was still as good as ever, the first few days home she would get bent over every horizontal surface in sight or they'd get on their knees for the other, it was alway a give and take between them.

The first letter had been a total fluke, but he had ultimately made the first move by answering Gator, getting such a venomous and taunting response about his name, should have been the end of it. But his competitive side wouldn't let the dig at his name and sexual prowess go that lightly. He had drafted that letter multiple times, he felt so awkward writing about himself in that way. In the end he settled for writing a rushed out fantasy about bending someone over the table.

Sam figured that was it, there would be no more letters coming, but they did keep coming and he kept answering them. He has a hard time coming to terms with forming an emotional relationship with another man, let alone his peaked interest in how sexualy laced their exchanges frequently are. His feelings clash with his indoctrinated religious beliefs, which makes him spiral. It's Erik that suggests that he go talk to the Chaplain stationed at their base.

Sam uses hypotheticals to describe his situation; talks about having feelings for someone he shouldn't, how he loves his wife but isn't in love with her anymore. It isn't until he accidentally lets slip that the person he has feelings for is a man does the Chaplain change his tune. When he thought Sam was talking about another women, he was understanding, telling him that sometimes people fall out of love and that marriage takes work to maintain. How sometimes eyes stray but that the sanctity of marriage is sacred and holy. But that God forgives his wandering gaze as long as he repents.

The second he accidentally said his letter, well his tone and demuner changed and had started talking about how Sam was daming not only his soul but Vivienne's and Sophia's ones as well. That arranged him to no end. He had met some homosexual soldiers during his enlistment and he'd never understood why people would condemn them to hell just for that. He trusted them to have his back more than some of the straight Godly men he served with.

He had left feeling disillusioned and even more confused. He couldn't believe that he had been told that if it was an other woman he fell in love with and acted on that God would forgive him because everyone makes mistakes but because it was Gator Sam had started getting feelings for his whole family would get sent to hell for eternity. That's what started him on his deconstruction journey.

He finds a note taped to his bunk once he finally reaches it. The note said he needed to call his wife as soon as he could. Fearing the worst he jogs back out of the barracks and heads to the communication building. He secures a satellite line and calls her right away. The longer it rings without her picking up the more his anxiety rises. When she finally picks up, she sounds sleepy and he hates himself for waking her up.

Once she hears his voice she quickly wakes up and tells him how her best friend was killed in a car accident and how her ex showed up at the hospital and kicked her out. How she not only lost her best friend but also their goddaughter. She breaks down talking about how her ex is an asshole and how she's worried about Oakley’s wellbeing but that her father is a Sheriff and knows how to game the system. It takes him an hour to calm his wife down and to reassure her that everything will work itself out and that he'll look into it. When he finally makes it back to his bunk he nearly immediately passes out, his thoughts swimming.

~G~

Gator's morning starts off normal. He'd woken up, did his morning routine before hitting the gym before his afternoon shift started. He hadn't gotten a letter from Sam in a few days, but he wasn't worried just yet.

It had happened before that his letter was delayed through issues with the postal services or him being on a mission. They discussed the fact that his current deployment was coming to an end and he'd be, state side for a while. His letters would slow down to biweekly.

As much as Gator wanted to, he didn't press Sam for declining to exchange phone numbers and socials. Which was stupid considering both men had shared their full names, birthdate and occupation with each other. If asked Gator would deny until his dying breath that he hadn't used his connections to run a full background check on him.

He's just a few hours into his shift when he receives a call from dispatch to come back because of some urgent matter. For a brief moment he lets himself fantasize about Roy getting into an accident. For a few glorious seconds he imagines a world without him hanging over him and dictating his every move and thought. His euphoria suddenly gets swallowed whole as fear and panic fills his lungs, making it hard to breathe.

As much as he wants to be free of Roy's influence, the abject terror of being left alone and abandoned makes him stay. He understands why Dottie had to leave but her leaving had left him feeling abandoned by a pseudo mother figure.

His break-up with Kathy was far from amicable. They both had volatile personalities and their arguments and sex, would end in cuts and bruises on a normal day. But the day she said she was leaving had left her with a broken nose and him with a black eye.

The violent way they had broken up had sent him spiralling. He had engaged in a week-long bender filled with getting black out drunk and debauchery. It was the first time he let himself give into his unnatural urges and get fucked by a guy. The only saving grace was that he had just graduated from the academy or Roy would have skinned him alive.

“I'm a winner, I'm a winner, I'm a winner”

He repeats his mantra as he makes the hour-long drive back to the station. It gave him enough time to calm his breathing down and to push down the fear gripping his spine and replacing it with a healthy dose of anxiety. He inhales a full vape cartridge as his coping mechanism.

His anxiety only becomes worse after he steps into the station and his colleagues all give him funny looks. It makes the hairs on the back of his hair stand up. He gets told to walk-on back and to Roy's office. He knocks before entering.

“Sir? You sent for me?”

He notices a suit standing up and turning towards him, his eyes briefly flicker towards the guy before focusing back on Roy.

“Gator, this is detective Jensen from Norfolk, Virginia. He has some things he'd like to discuss with you”

The thinly veiled ‘us’ that Roy actually means it's lost on him. He reaches out and shakes the detective's hand.

“Deputy Tillman …”

“Gator”

“Gator, I'm not going to beat around the bush and give you the courtesy of just being forthcoming with why I'm here”

Gator nods and keeps his features schooled to a pleasant open expression, that doesn't betray his inner sense of dread. As far as he knows hasn't ever been to Virginia, let alone Norfolk.

“I appreciate that, sir. I also appreciate you coming all this way, but I'm sure a phone call would have serviced”

The detective Jensen hands Gator a folder. He frowns as he opens it and the first thing he sees is a headshot of Kathy, laying on an autopsy table. He looks up at Jensen.

“ She had you listed as her emergency contact”

“We dated for a year and a half, but I haven't spoken to her in a long while, sir. I don't know why she'd have me listed. Last thing she told me was ‘Rot in hell you abusive asshole! I don't want to see you ever again’ as she gave me a black eye”

He shrugs a little, closing the file and moving to hand it back. Jensen pushes it back in his hands with a pointed look.

“You think I killed her? Bitch nearly broke my ribs a couple of times with her violent episodes. I've never set foot in Fuck’n Virginia. Didn't even know she went there. Didn't even know she left the damned state! I think she had family down in Mississippi or Georgia.”

The weight of Roy's hands appearing on his shoulders stops him in his tracks.

“I'm sorry detective Jensen, my son is a bit of a hot head. He got that from his mother, God rest her soul. If you would be so kind as to say how she died and why you aren't talking to her family?”

Years of conditioning are the only reason he doesn't flinch to Roy’s bruising grip. The dull pain helps to ground him and keep his thoughts from spiralling.

“She was killed in a vehicle collision involving a drunk driver. But the reason I am here is because her nearly two year old daughter was in the car with her. She is currently hospitalised in Norfo….”

He drowns out the rest of the conversation as he flips through the file and finds a picture of her and Kathy. The only thought running through his mind on repeat is ‘I have a daughter’..

He knows in his gut that she's his. She has his dark brown eyes, chestnut brown hair and mole dotted skin.

He clenches his fist as his blood boils. That fucking bitch hid his daughter from him. If she hadn't died would she have ever told him? Would his daughter have come looking for him? Would she have been told the truth or some lies? Would she have thought he just abandoned him?

Had he known he wouldn't have let Kathy leave without a fight. He would have … He doesn't know what he would have done, but never abandon his own flesh and blood. Roy is a narcissistic egotistical asshole but he hadn't given him up at birth. That was something.

His jaw hurts from how hard he's clenching it. He takes the picture out of the manilla folder and puts it in the breast pocket of his tactical vest. He does a quick run through of the clothes in the duffle he keeps in his locker.

He doesn't want to go home to pack a bag on the off chance that he could still catch the next flight out to Virginia. Next on his mental checklist is calculating how many sick days and or vacation days he can take up before having to divert to unpaid leave.

He'd rather not have to dip into his savings as he's sure that getting her room setup is going to cost a fortune. He's finally got a reason to move out, he doubts Roy will let him use a spare room for her. He isn't even sure if he wants him around her, in the long run.

He tunes back into the conversation just as the visiting detective finishes the summary of the accident. He steps out of Roy's hold and turns to face him.

“Sir, I'm gonna need to request some time off. Preferably starting from now.”

Gator keeps his eyes slightly downcast as he looks up at him. He is unsure at what the answer will be. On the one hand Roy's public image of God fearing family man is incredibly important to him but on the other this could be something to be held above his head as a major fuck up.

For the first time in Gator's life he isn't sure that if push comes to shove he will bend over backwards to please Roy. It makes his anxiety skyrocket even more than it already was. He hasn't met his daughter but despite that he feels a deep seated loyalty to her.

What feels like a lifetime but is actually just a few minutes Roy nods his head.

“ I will take care of that son. Go be with your daughter. Make sure you call once you've got a flight sorted and arrive at the hospital.”

At face value he sounds like a concerned and caring father telling his son to go be with his family. But Roy isn't concerned nor caring and Gator understands his words perfectly. As soon as the detective leaves Roy will be on the phone with his lawyers with orders of getting a paternity test for his daughter.

His cadence and overly polite smile also betray his disapproval. Gator just isn't sure if it's about letting Kathy slap him around or potentially for having a child out of wedlock.

“Yes sir, thank you. I will let you know first thing when I arrive.”

He gives Roy a kort nod before leaving the room at a normal pace. Once out of Roy's office he runs his hands through his hair aggressively, before smoothing it back down and making a b-line to the locker room.

He nearly pulls the door from his locker as he rips it open, letting the bang of it hitting the locker next to it echo in the suddenly empty quiet room.

“Fuck! FUCK!”

He yanks the duffle out of the Locker and aggressively roots around, hoping to find a new vape cartridge. Instead he finds a stale packet of Marlboro red’s, that he unceremoniously stuffs into one of his pockets.

~ ~

He doesn't remember much from the past twelve hours. He can't recollect how he managed to get his service weapon through TSA without getting flagged. He does remember reading the file over and over in the airport lobby. It does nothing but fuel his anger and rage towards Kathy. He hardly gets any sleep during the red eye flight to Richmond.

There was a flight that would have taken him straight to Norfolk but it wasn't until midday the next day. His anxiety levels were as high As they could go, and that was just having to wait a few hours for the red eye.

He debates with himself what would be cheaper, to rent a vehicle and paying the parking fees at the hospital vs getting an Uber. Either option will have him dipping into his savings account. He's already come to the conclusion he will need to use most of his trust fund to settle her hospital bills.

In the end he settles for an Uber, he doesn't trust himself to make the nearly two hour drive. It also gives him some time to center himself and filter through his feelings and thoughts. Anger was still at the forefront of his mind.

He rubs his neck, rolling his head and shoulders. He can feel his tension headache increasing with each passing moment. He wishes he could just rub one out to relax or that he could talk to Sam and hear his voice. Better still it would be to have Sam fucking him until he can't think anymore, and all he feels is Sam surrounding him. He will just have to settle with aggressively and obnoxiously chewing the nicotine gum he got at the airport.

He falls asleep during the drive because he jolts awake when his driver calls out to him. He pays him before getting out with his duffle and looking up at the towering and imposing building. Watching his mother wasting away in a hospital bed during his early childhood had scared him more than he thought. He feels like he's marching to his own execution.

‘I'm a winner, I'm a winner, I'm a winner. Man the Fuck up Gator. Your daughter needs needs you’

He hypes himself up as he makes his way into the hospital. He puts on the charm as he talks to the front desk, making sure his badge is fully visible. He bites back the urge to roll his eyes as the young woman blushes. She gives Gator the ward and room number of his daughter without much prompting. She gives him a flirty smile and appetising look.

He thanks her politely and gives her a charming smile and wink before he makes his way to her room. He runs his free hand through his hair for the millionth time as he waits for the elevator. His stomach violently churns as his anxiety makes his thoughts spiral through multiple doom scenarios. The most prevalent and the one that fills him with the most dread; that he will be denied his parental rights.

Stepping into the elevator he rolls his eyes when a Hispanic looking woman pulls her child close as they step off. He's not that big of an asshole that he'd go after a child, just because of looks. He eyes himself in the mirror and frowns at what he sees.

He looks absolutely dishevelled and unfortunately not in a ‘I just had the bed sex of my life way’. He doesn't have enough time to do anything besides pushing his hair back in some semblance of his preferred style. The vein in Roy's head would definitely be pulsing at the sight of him.

As he walks into the general pediatric wing he gets stopped by a floor nurse sitting at the front station. After introducing himself and explaining his preseons he finally reaches his daughter's room. He stands in the door opening and just looks at her, for what feels like hours but is only a few minutes.

She looks so small laying fast asleep in the big bed. Both rail guards are pulled up to keep her from rolling out. She has multiple wires and tubes running to softly beeping machines and IV stands. The cast of her leg looks humongous in comparison to her tiny body. Her hair is pulled back into two braids, making the bruises on her face more noticeable. He curses under his breath as he clenches his empty fist tightly by her side.

“Can I help you Officer?”

Without looking away he automatically answers the women, with a slightly annoyed tone.

“Deputy”

“Excuse me?”

He steps into the room and drops his duffle at the foot of the bed before turning to look at her. He finally turns to face the women sitting in a somewhat comfy looking chair. She's conventionally pretty with long dirty blond hair and green eyes.

“It's deputy, not officer. M’am”

He tucks his hands into arm holes of his vest, pulling her eyes to the ‘Sheriff’ and his initials on his chest.

“Well then, can I help you, deputy? I thought that it was an open and shut case. The other driver was drunk when he hit them”

“Hmmm it is M’am, I read the file. What relation are you to the late Ms. Andrews?”

Gator keeps his features neutral and open as he watches her closely. He can tell that she is unaware of who he is, it doesn't surprise him that the bitch wouldn't have told anyone about him. She had a vindictive streak a mile long.

“My name is Vivienne O'Brien and I am … I was Kathy's best friend. We met when she was eight months pregnant with Oakley here. She had recently moved here to get away from her deadbeat abusive ex boyfriend with a record. She doesn't have any family and was having a rough time when she became my colleague. We became good friends”

His eyes darken as he listens to her talking, his whole body tenses up he can feel his blood starting to boil again.

“That fucking lying whore! She was the Goddamn piece of shit with a DV charge on her record! No fucking job! I was paying for all her shit! Bitch even stole from me when she fucked off!”

Her eyes widen and gasps before her jaw clicks shut and eyes narrow.

“I saw the bruises on her face and on her wrists! I now understand why she declined pressing charges! You protect your own!”

Gator sneers at her as he does quick math in his head. She would have most likely been a few weeks pregnant when she left, she must have already known.

“Listen here women! You said the bitch was around eight months pregnant when you met, she fucking left months before that. Until a fucking detective showed up at the station twelve hours ago I didn't even know she had been pregnant! So the fuck that slapped her around that time wasn't me!”

He pulls himself to his full height and takes an intimidating step closer.

“Kathy was a vindictive, stealing and lying whore! That manipulated everyone around her into believing she was the fuck'n victim! She gave as good as she got! I have the fuck'n x-rays to prove it! I met the whore when she was getting booked for beating the shit out of her ex. So whatever sob story she told you about how she got them bruises, doesn't involve me!”

She doesn't back down and matches his stance. They get into a heated argument, Gator does his best to keep his volume down, he has no intention of getting thrown out of his daughters hospital room. Neither of them notice the change in the machine connected to Raleigh.

A wrecked gasping sob, that sound defining does make them both pause. Both adults' heads snap towards the bed.

“Shut th….”

The rest of the sentence lodges itself in his throat as he looks at his daughter, awake and trembling, clutching a suspiciously new looking plushy. The pupils in her normally hazel eyes are so big with fear that they are nearly pitch black orbs. He can tell from the way her face scrunches up that she's trying her best not to cry.

In the few years of being a sheriff's deputy he has seen multiple domestic abuse cases involving children. While he wasn't indifferent towards them, he has always prided himself on the fact that he can leave it behind at work and not let it affect him in his personal life. But seeing Raleigh, his daughter, shrinking away from the women and flinching, transports him back to being a helpless child, scared and alone.

All throughout his childhood he had wished, hoped and prayed so badly for someone to notice the abuse and shit Roy put him through. He feels bile rising up as his stomach violently churns. He can't believe that he had nearly told her to shut the fuck up. He swears that he's gonna do right by her and not be like Roy. From her reactions to, what's her face, he quickly came to the conclusion that Kathy used to raise her voice at best or screamed at worst. If Kathy were still alive, he would have gone after her and ruined her.

“Get the fuck away from my daughter and get the fuck out! If you think Kathy was such a good person, why the fuck is Raleigh cowering from you? A woman. So again get the fuck out”

He walks over to the bed, he carefully sits down. He awkwardly reaches out and strokes her hair. She shifts, looking at him with uncertain wet eyes.

“H..hi darl'n, it's gonna be OK. I'm here now and I promise I'm gonna keep you safe, Raleigh”

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Hello!! I primarily focus on coms, however requests are always allowed. If they tickle my fancy I tend to get brain worms and write them right away but if you want something for sure done in a timely manner commissions are the best way to go about them. I have fairly good prices *I like to think* but I totally get if they aren't going to work out right away

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Tag Game - Top 10 TV Shows

I was tagged by the amaizing @keaganz Rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favourite television shows, then tag 10 people to do the same!

You may see patern here *also yes anime counts as TV* Do any of these surprise you about me?

Are you surprised?

2. Oh my first love truly

3. Oh my first hyperxation!

4. NGL I adore this gif so much lol

5. Once again are you surprised

6. Fav ep? Somene here is not my fav though thats for sure

7. My newest hyperfixation, but v intense nonetheless

8. *this list is not ordered most to least favorite*

9. Fav Season?!

10. Once again this list is not in order of least to most favorite do not come for me

Now to tag ppl

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Harringrove Summer Exchange 2/2

For @dame-zoom-a-lot @harringrove-summer-exchange Mature Demogorgon! Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

This one is dark read the tags pls read on a03 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/67282705

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Warnings:: Non/Con, Monster/Human, forced

Steve’s chest was rising and falling quickly, sweat dripping down his forehead as his eyes darted around. Particles floated around him as he examined the area, demo bats fluttered and squealed overhead. Red lightning cracked inconsistently causing Steve to jump, his vision blurred as he rushed forward attempting to avoid coiling vines that would seal his fate in the chase.

Demodogs were on the hunt, and monstrous demogorgon was their leading the hunt. All he knew was that he had been running with Dustin trying to keep him safe. He had tripped forward, slamming his face on the ground before he had woken to find himself in the upside down.

The demogorgon that hunted him had once known him, sat beside him in the showers. He had known him as a human, but he was a creature now. His body had changed when he entered the upside down.

Something inside of him told him it was important to keep moving because if he stopped he knew he would be killed, at least that was what he expected. He kept running, the muscles in his legs burning as he moved. He was determined to survive, once he could figure out how to escape the upside down. He groaned as he managed to take a quick turn. The demodogs continued rushing forward while he sat and hid. He curled up in a ball trying to breath and think. He knew that the larger demogorgon was on his tail, but he was hopeful that they wouldn’t see him, that they would keep running like the other creatures did.

He slowly stood up, pressing himself against the strange looking trees. Vines were searching the ground for him, but he was doing his best to avoid them. He slowly moved backward, searching for a familiar house that he hoped would be safe. He knew the upside down wasn’t a safe place to be, it was dangerous all in all, but it certainly felt like he was capable of survival if all he did was keep himself hidden from the woods and the open.

He crept slowly around rocks and bent trees, letting out a shaky breath believing he was safe. He kept moving, before something large grabbed him from behind. “No.. No…” Steve could feel the strange leathery skin of the creature that held him. He kicked and struggled, screaming as he waited for the mouth of the demogorgon to consume him. Instead he was pinned against the ground. He struggled and whined as he attempted to turn his head towards the monster. The leathery skin rubbed against him, he groaned and whined as he heard the sound of heavy breathing. The weight of the creature grew slightly lighter, when he heard a voice. Familiar, safe.. But he knew it was all a lie.

“Hey.. Stevie.. How are you doing.. I see you found your way back to me..” The voice almost seemed to echo. Like it wasn’t really coming out of its mouth but emitting from it. The creature chortled, laughing as it continued to lean forward over him. Steve looked up in horror as the creature loomed over him. Its flowery face opened up, snarling and screaming in his face. “No.. No… You-You’re no..Not Billy… No…” Billy’s laugh mixed with the animalistic monstrous sound of the demogorgon. Steve tried to pull away, the creature seemed to know what he desired. It let up, removing its foot from Steve’s back. Steve scrambled forward, the demogorgon creature followed behind him each step followed Steve moving forward, he was crawling away unable to escape him quick enough. The demogorgon snarled again and jumped in front of him in one swift motion.

Steve looked up at the creature, and it was startling. It was different then any demogorgon he had ever seen. It was larger, it’s body was hulk and while it had the normal demogorgon coloring it had a large hole in the middle of its chest. Black ooze was dripping from its chest.

Steve blinked, for a moment he could see Billy at his last stand in the mall. The creature hissed, snarling. Billy’s voice echoed from the creature. “Aren’t you happy to see me Stevie? I’ve missed you.” Steve managed to get himself up at the feeling of panic radiating through him. He managed to get himself into a run, the demogorgon laughed and chortled as it followed in a quick run. Steve knew it was close behind, the demogorgon was gaining on him and he only had so far to run. Terror was pushing him to move despite the panic inside of him.

Billy, no the demogorgon, wanted a chase. It wanted to consume, and hurt and shred.

At least, that was what Steve believed.

A vine shot out, wrapping around Steve’s ankle almost in order to help the demogorgon creature. Steve hit the ground with a thud, he groaned and rolled only to have the demogorgon back on top of him. It jumped, pinning his arms above his head with one gangling hand while one of the clawed feet began to shred at his clothes.

“Pl-please…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make you feel everything.” Billy’s voice echoed to him. Steve anticipated the demogorgon to bite and to mame. Instead he felt the cool strange air of the upside down around his cock. Steve’s eyes shot open as the demogorgon continued to tear at his clothing. Vines began to wrap around his wrists to give the creature more leeway, its teeth began to shred at his clothing until he was laying against the ground fully naked.

“Fu-fuck… No…” The demogorgon chortled again, a large cock began to expose itself from the creature's body. Billy’s voice began to come through again. “I had wanted to fuck you nice and hard in the showers. Now I’m going to ravage you like this.” Steve was tense, the large cock was throbbing as it loomed over him. It twitched at it leaned against his lips. Steve bit his lip thrashing his head as the vines began to wrap around his throat and inner thighs to keep him down. The creature slashed at him, blood began to pool up from his shoulder. He screamed in pain and the creature shoved its cock deep. Steve struggled and sobbed as he attempted to breathe and suck.

The creature chortled, breathing heavily. He was glucking and groaning, trying to breathe. The creature's long cock was thrusting in and out desperately. Steve could hardly breathe, the demogorgon hissed and continued to thrust in and out deep and hard as he tried to breath through it.

He gagged and gasped as he was forced to take the cock down his throat.

Tears were rolling down his face as the vines began to wrap around his legs and arms. They were probing at his virgin hole as the demogorgon continued to thrust. One vine wrapped around his soft cock, he squirmed and whined as he attempted to pull back. The demogorgon pulled back and flipped him over, the vines moved at his whim helping the demogorgon to get a better grip. Steve screamed as he felt the demogorgons claws dig into his hips while the large throbbing cock pressed against his hole. “Agh.. Pl-please…” The demogorgon hissed as spit dripped between his cheeks. Steve wriggled crying as he felt the large tip stretching him open. The vines forced his legs further apart. The large cock slammed inward, bulging Steve’s belly wide. “Ngh.. Agh…”

The demogorgon continued, it’s cock throbbing inside of Steve as he was used with desperation and rage. “Fuck you.. are nice and tight..” It was Billy’s voice despite the demogorgon creature that was using him without concern. Steve’s nails dug into the ground. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. The demogorgon snarled as it continued to thrust and growl. Steve screamed as it rammed inside of him. Cum began to flood his insides. He groaned and screamed, the demogorgons thrusts continued to be hard and fast despite the sheer amount of seed filling his swollen belly.

“Ngh.. No…”

The creature continued to thrust. Billy’s voice echoed through the woods as cum continued to drip down his thighs. Steve whined as the vines wrapped tightly around his cock and balls. Billy chuckled. “Good boy…. You’re going to become my cock sleeve..” Steve whimpered as the demogorgon stood while he hung off the cock his own belly swollen with seed. The demogorgon’s large hand wrapped around him as it began to walk. The cock slid in and out of him with each step.

Steve was sobbing, but he couldn’t get away. The large cock continued to slam in as he walked, Steve was trapped in the upside down, as this demented Billy demogorgon’s cock slut.

#harringrove #harringrove summer exchange #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes, Rick Grimes & Shane Walsh Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha Rick Grimes, Alpha Shane Walsh, Omega Daryl Dixon, Fighting, Arguing, Punching, Blood, Blood and Injury, Biting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Breeding, alpha voices, Domination, Dom Rick Grimes, Bottom Daryl Dixon, Watching, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Knotting, dubcon, noncon, Forced Pregnancy, Forced Relationship, Ruts, Rut, Alpha/Omega, Belly Bulge, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Begging, Crying, Crying During Sex, Knot Series: Part 124 of Omegaverse Alpha Beta Omegas Summary:

Daryl is in heat and it sends both alphas into a rut, they fight to see who gets to breed and impregnate the omega. Even if the omega wasn't aware he was a prize.

#omegaverse #daryl dixon #omega daryl dixon #rickyl #rick grimes x daryl dixon

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@tomatette asked for a forth option so I had to make a new poll.

Okay, question time, because I want to put out some feelers about a few short Harringrove blurbs I have going. I would also like to know thoughts, feelings, plot ideas as to what you would like to see happen. I greatly encourage unhinged answers and plots. I am also open to making them poly, just not with Jonathan.

Ode to the 80s slasher part 1, part 2

What if?

Omega ×Omega

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Khalasars Blessing

Rating: Explicit/Mature /Ship: Steddie, Metalsandwich, Gareth/JasonCarter/Tags: Game Of Thrones inspired, A/B/O, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Feral Steve Harrington, age difference, Underage Sex, Steve Harrington has a Biting Kink, Steve Harrington has a Blood kink, First meeting, First time, Knotting, Sexual scruffing, Khaleesi Steve Harrington, Khal Eddie Munson, Clueless Eddie Munson, Terrified Eddie Munson, Alpha Gareth, Omega Heather Holloway, Omega Billy Hargrove, Beta Robin Buckley, Alpha/Beta Jason Carter, Alpha Neil, Possessive and jealous Steve Harrington, Public sex, Deliberate voyeursm, None sexual scruffing, A+ parenting Neil Hargrove, Neil Hargrove is his own warning, Hurt Billy Hargrove, Switch Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove is overwhelmed, Hargrove has a big Cocklet, Forced Marriage, Arranged marriage, Bitching, Kidnapping, is it considered rude to Kidnap your mate and force them to adjust and live by your customs? Because we now have two people pulling that shit, with mixed results.

Part 13

Part 14

Steve's feral smile as he rides up to him with his small fangs dropped and on full display unnerves Eddie more than he cares to put into words. It also excites him to his core.

“Moon of my life. I heard you had a taxing day. I can see that you helped birth a healthy foal. Is our pup being unruly? You keep on rubbing your stomach. It's not time is it?”

He moves to lift the foal from the gelding but instead Steve interprets it as helping him dismount and actually lets him. Once he's on the ground he notices the omega going back to rub his stomach.

“My sun and stars, she was carrying twins. I had to dismember the dead foal to deliver this one. Our pup is being stubborn like their sire but I think they are finally turning and moving into the right position. I am also imagining that my next pup will belong to Billy. A little blue eyed blessing would be such a gift to receive. Sore foot king wasn't too pleased when I told him that I plan to carry Billy's pups. He's started to smell foul and diseased. I don't want him to cause an outbreak of sickness, and I fear the rot will kill him before the week is out. I want him to die tomorrow!”

He frowns slightly; he hadn't thought that Steve would want a pup sired by Billy, but it would make sense seeing as how he let the other omega fuck him. Even though knowing the three of them are mates, it agitates his inner alpha and sparks some jealousy. He isn't quick enough to balance out his scent because Steve snarls in warning. It makes him growls back as he crowds into his space, pressing his fangs against his mating bite.

“Settle! ‘Mega! You caught me by surprise. I never thought you'd want some elses pups”

He hisses loudly when Steve bites down on his own mark in retaliation. His nose flares when he starts smelling the sweet tones of his slik, giving him emotional whiplash. He slants his head slightly to give him better access and lets him self-soothe by chewing on his scarred mark. He gives out orders to get the mare and foal taken care of before addressing Jason.

“Did something happen today to set him off?! ”

“No, I mean that mare had foaling problems but that was all. He helped with dividing the herd up and did some checks, but overall he was just riding and taking it slow. He did just visit with Lord Hargrove, he taunted him about um … letting …. Billy … “

Eddie rolls his eyes as the beta struggles to finish his sentence.

“About Billy breeding him, yes. Omega's cocklets are fully functional, but I guess you were to busy choking on Gareth’s knot to pay attention to anything else”

Eddie deliberately lets his frustration bleed into his voice. The omega mutters against his throat. Eddie reaches up to grip Steve by the scruff of his neck. He digs his nails into the omegas skin hard enough that he draws blood.

“Moon of my life, I can't understand a word you're saying, with my throat between your teeth.”

Eddie tugs on his mate's neck, hoping to dislodge the omega’s grip on him. Steve growls and bites down harder as he does. He swallows down his growl and lets out a rumbling chuff instead. It has its desired effect as the pressure on his throat lets up and he can gently unlodge his mate's teeth.

Eddie cups his face in his hands. His bloody fingertips leaving blood smears on his cheek. Eddie's eyes roam over his face and get drawn to the omega's lips stained with his own blood. The alpha licks his own lips before looking back up at his eyes.

“You back with me ‘mega?”

“I want him to die tonight. No more waiting. I want his carcase scattered to the winds before our pup draws their first breath and I don't think they are willing to wait to much longer”

“Relax my Khaleesi, our pup isn't due to arrive for a few more weeks. He will be dead long before then”

Eddie moves one hand to gently caress Steve's rounded stomach, but the omega snaps his teeth and grips his wrist before he can. The alpha is taken back. Just a few hours ago the omega purred happily at the action. He holds up his hands in a placating manner.

“OK my Khaleesi he dies tonight. I will have make sure everything is read..”

“NO! No he doesn't get a normal execution. I want it slow and drawn out. I want him to truly understand that his death is in the hands of an omega. I want the last thing he sees to be Billy in a seat of power! I want to give him that golden crown the wishes, burning his flesh as it cascades down his head.”

Eddie shudders. Hearing his mate so casually discussing torture and murder never ceases to remind him just how dangerous the omega before him is. Any other Khall would have had him tied between four horses and have them rip him apart. It's not as quick as beheading but the visceral nature of the act keeps people in line.

“How do you envision putting Billy in a seat of power? We don't have a throne for him to sit on, metaphorically speaking”

The omega smirks at him, his eyes roaming Eddie's body.

“You're face”

The alpha frowns and open and close his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words.

“My face?”

The omega huffs, his eyes narrowing slightly as he holds his stomach.

“Yes, your face. What is more powerful than having a ‘king’ on his knees, hands behind his back gasping for air as the omega above him rides his face?”

The alpha's eyes wide and get a red tinge to them, as his blood rushes to his cock. He swallows multiple times as his mouth keeps on filling with saliva. He nods his head eagerly.

“I will gladly take the burden you bestowed on me, my Khaleesi, Moon of my life, my mate”

Eddie leans down and nips at his mates lips, tasting his own drying blood, before soothing the sting with a soft chase kiss. He pulls away and rests his forehead against the shorter man's. As he looks into the omega's eyes, all he can see is love and adoration mirrored back at him.

Eddie watches his omega walk away, normally his eyes would be glued to his mates ample behind swaying with every step, but he notices with a frown that Steve's steps look more laboured. He grabs Jason's wrist as he moves to follow. And gives him a hard look.

“You better do all of the heavy lifting for him and call for one of the crones and healers the second you scent any pain!”

He leaves the threat of what would happen if he doesn't, hanging heavy between them, before letting him go and sending him on his way after a curt ‘yes Khal’.

Eddie feels slightly conflicted as he delegates the task of getting everything ready to Gareth. He knows Steve's brash, bold and strikes quickly. He's calculated in a purely impulsive way. He can instantly read the people around him and acts accordingly, he doesn't let things fester. Letting Neil stew in his own filth is slightly out of character. Steve's never let torture drag on this long, but then Neil is different.

No this feels different, his manic and anxious energy are clouding his judgement. Eddie knows that he's always walking a thin line with his mate. He's never been this afraid that Steve would actually kill him. He truly should have known that his mate would want to have a pup from Billy. It slowly dawns on him that he may be feeling jealous of the amount of time he gets to spend with their younger omega. His alpha is delighted and preens at that.

His fangs itch to finally be able to bite and mark Billy. Yes he gets to spend his days with the young omega but he hasn't been allowed to do more than kiss him. Steve's let him taste Billy's slik from his fingers and lips but never straight from the source. Eddie shakes his head to clear his mind. After the first night his Khaleesi has let him hardly touch him, not just sexualy. The hug just now was the first real contact they have shared.

Eddie's first thought was that Steve must have started to feel uncomfortable but now that he thinks about it must be jealousy. Steve's possessive and jealous nature is notorious within their khalasar. Not just over him but his favourite horse, Heather his hand maiden, his favourite pasture and campsite. And now here he is, spending day & night with their omega, getting to scent him and watch him bloom and grow.

Eddie lets out a sharp whistle and after a few minutes a dapple gray stallion trots up to him and presses his nose against his forehead. He strokes his nose and lets his hand run down his neck as he walks along his body. Some days he's still in awe, that this powerful animal trusts him blindly to just stand there and let him jump up without a saddle or bridle. From what he's seen Billy has had some riding lessons in the past, he doesn't seem as timid as his hand maiden or the pup.

He clicks his tongue and presses his heels against the horse's flank to get him to walk. He Is happy that Max seems to be getting along with some of the other pups. She and Jason are learning their language a lot faster than the other two, it probably helps that the other pups only speak to her in Dothraki and Steve flat out refuses to speak the bare minimum of the common tongue. In stark contrast to how he's constantly falling back to the common tongue, wanting to be understood. It's led to multiple disagreements between him and Steve, with Billy not sure how to handle it. He can clearly tell that the younger omega wants to step in, but his conditioning makes him terrified to step in for fear of retribution.

Eddie can still smell his fear from the first time Steve had angered him enough that he used his chords. Steve hadn't batted an eye and just pushed back, but Billy had whined, cowared and tried to shield Max and Steve, thinking he would have hit his Khaleesi. While Steve actually enjoys a good spanking once in a while, his life would be forfeit if he so much as raises a hand against him. They have told the younger omega this but he doesn't believe them, if he could he would keep Hargrove alive as long as possible to keep his suffering drawn out. Nothing would be more torturous to him than to see his son thriving.

He dismounts his horse and gives him the command to stay. Eddie can already smell the man inside the tent, it makes him gag and dry heave. Even changed up the man's making Eddie's life miserable. He would gladly cover his nose and mouth if it wouldn't make him look weak in the other alpha's eyes. He opens the tent flap and pins it back to keep it open. He walks in and looks down at the older alpha and kicks at his broken leg and reveals in the broken whimper.

“Good evening Sore Foot King. I hope you're getting the treatment you deserve and you're somewhat fed. I would have come sooner but my two Khaleesis and pup have kept me busy and I didn't really want to. I should actually thank you, my khalasar went from one blessed omega to three.”

Eddie smooths down his leather pants, feigning aloofness while watching Neil closely. The older alpha shifts and looks up to meet his eyes, Eddie can't help the smirk forming as Hargrove frowns.

“Ha, some king you are. You can't even count properly. I only brought you one bitch. And a snivelling broken one at that, he hasn't even had a heat at his age”

Eddie curls his lip and steps on his broken knee and presses his weight down. When Hargrove grits his teeth as to not make a second Eddie lifts his foot off his knee, before stomping down hard. Hearing his guttural pained scream gives him a sick sense satisfaction.

“I can count just fine, you just didn't realise what treasures you actually possessed. How sad that you only value people for their designation. But your blatant sexism and bigotry is my gain. If it were up to me, I would keep you alive however long it takes to get Billy pregnant and on the Iron Throne. But my Moon, he is much more pragmatic and keeping you alive, is literally wasting resources because you aren't contributing anything. He is always thinking of our khalasar and putting them first. He is also much more vengeful than I am. I am a simple man, quick and easy is how I would go,”

Eddie orders a slave to unchain the whimpering pile of human waste. He really doesn't want to touch him more than he has to. Normally he would have his clothing saved and reused seeing as they are made from wool woven with gold and silver thread but even though they can be washed and cleaned he doesn't want any lowering themselves to wearing them. He orders the same slave to cut his clothing off and calls out for someone to go fetch buckets of water. Eddie does his best to keep his features schooled, he clenches his jaws shut as he swallows down bile and spit.

The smell of excrement and stale piss only intensifies as his clothes get cut off and he gets moved aside. He looks down at the pathetic older man, he should feel empathy at him being degraded in such a way. It sickens him to his stomach whenever they come across other tribes that treat their slaves in such a dehumanising and degrading way. It's taken him years to slowly change Steve's way of thinking and to better the living situations of the slaves they keep. They still aren't free but they aren't subjected to beatings for no reason anymore and get properly fed. As he watches the slave handling Hargrove he's surprised to see the teen sneering and being rough with him. He's witnessed them numerous times showing prisoners with compassion and empathy.

“You there, what makes him different that you treat him with such contempt?”

The teen startles and keeps his eyes downcast as he turns to Eddie.

“Khal, he threatened the Khaleesi's unborn pup. Pups are innocent and pure. The Khaleesi treasures pups, even ours”

The teen waits until Eddie dismisses him before turning back to his job. It's easy for Eddie to forget that his life could have turned out much like the teens before him. Had he not lost a goat and had his curiosity not gotten the better of him, he may have not met Steve. He's questioned Steve about why he chose him that day, what made him special. He had scoffed when Steve had answered that it had been foretold that he would mate with a Lamb-man. Eddie still hasn't fully embraced the superstitious ways of the Dothraki. Their belief in prophesied and divination are ones he can't understand while simultaneously shunning actual magic.

Eddie steps aside to let the teen pass with Neil's soiled tattered clothing. He muses about how Steve plans to kill him as the teen returns with a second person, each carrying two buckets of water. They make quick work of dousing Neil in the water to clean him up and make him reek less. He has them stand the older alpha up, a small smile playing on his lips as Hargrove’s bad leg buckles making him crumpled to the ground.

“Either you get up and walk on your own strength or get dragged behind my horse. These are your only two options.”

He has them stand him up again, he attaches a rope to his cuffed wrists and tugs him forward. Hargrove stumbles again but he stays upright this time, but Eddie can see his legs trembling and laboured breathing. Eddie turns and walks out of the tent, pulling him along. The older alpha behind him stumbles and staggers behind him but doesn't fall. He loops the rope around his horse's neck before jumping back on. His horse whips his tail in displeasure hitting Hargrove in the face, he nickers in annoyance and rears up.

Eddie jolts and has to clamp his legs tightly against his flanks and and grips the geldings mane. Each time he manages to stays seated Eddie still feels a sense of pride trickling down his spine. He soothes his mount and whispers softly to calm him down. Once his mount is calm again he clicks his tongue and squeezes his sides, urging him into a gentle trot. He hears a thud followed in quick succession by a pained scream. He doesn't surprise the smile that forms on his face and gleefully basks in the knowledge that Hargrove is finally getting dragged through the dirt where he belongs.

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