#white trash alpha

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

i love a/b/o steddie where they get started like so young that if it was someone i knew irl i'd have a panic attack. like,, mated right out of high school, baby pops out a year later, they've got like five kids by the time they're 25

thinking about an au where they were already together pre- start of s4 and steve goes through the whole thing like three months pregnant. like he's stressed about the baby and eddie and eddie's SUPER stressed about the baby and steve, like eddie's trying to get steve to sit this one out for the baby and steve has to yell at him to stop bc yeah, he's worried about losing their first child, but if he sat at home while everyone else dealt with the upside down and someone didn't come back??? he'd never be able to live with himself

and when the bats get eddie and steve tries to use the mating bond to share some of eddie's pain, help him hold on until they get to the hospital, eddie weakly tries to tell him not to, to think of the baby. and steve's just. not having it. and once eddie wakes up from his medically induced coma he's like :(( why'd you do that and steve is just. so mad. he says yeah, if i had lost the baby (he doesn't, she's fine) that would have been the most terrible pain i'd ever felt. but it would have been worse if i lost you. and eddie's like. oh. bc maybe part of him has always been thinking that steve's only stuck with him bc he's the father of their kid. but no, steve loves him.

so eddie's crying, and steve's crying, and then steve shows eddie the ultrasound they did during eddie's coma to check the baby hadn't been hurt by the week of stress and danger and pain-sharing, and it's the first time they've been able to actually see the shape of a baby in all the weird white noise of an ultrasound, and now they're both crying even harder

[txboi]

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Sitting down and watching Hank Hill and trailer park boys with all the alpha arcs would cure my depression and fix me

[juliavargas2]

Here’s my last story! ULTIMATE TIE BREAK.

ULTIMATE TIE BREAK: two beautiful posh girls feel hate at first sight when they meet at a tennis match. And hate only is solved in a full out nasty catfight until one of them prevails. An interracial brawl that will boost your heart beating.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BNXZLR9N

More than one hundred pages full of trash talking, nasty struggles, back and forth brawling and two sexy bitches trying to beat the hell of each other.

[justabratsworld]

You don’t own me

Yan! Alpha x Omega! Reader

Part 1 out of ? ?

“Alright everyone! Show starts in 30 minutes so get your shit together. (Y/n)! Here, this is your new costume for act #6. Now shoo” Everyone disperses in a frenzy to get ready for the night.

Grabbing the sheer bodysuit from the stage manager (y/n) made her way to her assigned vanity to adjust the scent blockers. The audience doesn’t like seeing them but can’t behave if the dancers don’t wear them. The last time an omega went out there without wearing his scent blockers an alpha straight up took him from the stage and took him home with her…he didn’t come back.

“If this gets anymore see through I might as well be a stripper. Alex! Wheres the rest of the outfit? This can’t be it” Alex peeked his head around the corner to see what the complaint was about now. Being the one to piece the costumes together for each act meant a lot of complaints or last minute touch up. As the beta looks at the outfit being held up, he doesn’t understand where it came from. He would never put one of the performers in that. The material is far too cheap and leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Honeybee, where did you grab that from? Thats not the outfit I set out for you. Yours is the pretty red corset dress with the white pearls. Here-give me this…ugly thing” Alex grabs the sheer monstrosity as if he was taking out 3 week old trash.

“Liam gave me that. He said it was my new costume and tossed it at me. Didn’t say anything else.” Eyes looking sharply at her, Alex, trying to keep his cool, gritted out “Liam? Gave you this. That fucking idiot. Don’t listen to him. Im going to have a little…talk. Get dressed you’re on in 5”

As much as you would love to see that go down, you reluctantly started to get dressed in the right outfit. Today is the 4 year mark of you working here. 4 years of being an independent omega with no mate. Not that you were against having a mate, you just didn’t want to be with an alpha. They were too controlling and suffocating for your liking. In all honesty, you had your eye on Alex since the day you started here. Standing up and walking towards the stage, you started to take deep breaths to steady yourself. You’ve done this act thousands of times. It’s a fan favorite. You were the crowds favorite. Mustering all the confidence you had and putting on your best seductive look, you nod towards Elizabeth.

The curtain opens.

The spotlight shines.

The music starts playing…

Red eyes are on you.

[massiveharmonytiger]

So I was rewatching Saltburn and I had an epiphany!

Farleigh is in love with Oliver.

Like, embarrassingly, stupidly, head over heels.

I mean, I knew he had a thing for Ollie, with the jealously telling Felix about him and Venetia, the Richard III would put in the work line followed by him being completely disarmed when Oliver suggests that he fucks him, and then the actual Oliver seducing him scene, but I only just realized the extent of it and how far back it goes.

First of all, Farleigh notices Oliver before Oliver sees Felix for the first time.

Yes, I got the script because I'm complete Saltburn trash at this point. So when Farleigh is introduced, the script describes him as beautiful and pansexual, walking among a group of alpha hotties. So in the film, he's with two hotties, a guy and a girl. He has his pick. There's no reason for him to point out Oliver or what he's wearing to them, unless he's trying to impress them, but why would Farleigh Start need to impress them? He's already the centre of that group. Sure the script also describes him as an imp with a cruel streak, but after rewatching I feel like that's a blatant misdirection. I mean, he got expelled for sucking off teachers. Nerdy prep is exactly his type.

He says, "Hey cool jacket," to Oliver. If you interpret that line as being delivered by the beautiful and pansexual Farleigh Start, not the impish and cruel Farleigh Start, it's pretty much a come on. I'm mixed race like Farleigh and it kind of reminds me of those back-handed compliments white people give you when they think you're hot or cute 'for a brown person.' It's kind of hilarious to see it subverted like this, but obviously Oliver is less amused. Why would he interpret it as anything other than more bullying? Which it kind of is, so fair enough. But it's the kind of bullying people do when they get a crush they don't know how to handle. A little boy pulling on a girls pigtails. And it's obviously worked for Farleigh before. Why would he need to try any harder than that?

After Farleigh's comment, Oliver sees Felix for the first time. Farleigh is also there, but Oliver's already smitten and doesn't really notice him beyond, "Oh, it's that jerk from earlier and he's next to Felix, where I should be." Then you get a few other bits that wreck me. Oliver ducking from the window when Felix looks up, Oliver trying to sit at Felix (and Farleigh)'s table at the mess hall, but being unable to, Michael causing the disruption, but it doesn't even interrupt Felix and Farleigh's conversation. (Which ties in nicely to my theory of how the original Oliver wouldn't have gotten Felix's attention even if he screamed, he had to mold himself into what Felix wanted just to get noticed, but one theory at a time).

Next up, we have the tutor session that Farleigh is late for. Before Farleigh gets there, Oliver is humiliated and belittled for completing the reading list, which dooms Farleigh even more when he shows up and the tutor starts fawning over him. Oliver doesn't know Farleigh and Felix are cousins yet. He's just the guy that was snide to Oliver when he first got there. The guy at Felix's side that Oliver keeps measuring himself against. So yeah, Oliver is pissed off before Farleigh gets there and that cute little knee touch isn't going to change anything.

Yes, Farleigh, I also count the amount of times my crush uses a word in their essay despite still being hungover from last night's party, just so that I have something to talk to him about… Oh wait, no, that's just you.

The way he looks up at Oliver with those big brown doe eyes when he says, "I counted". The way he keeps looking up to gauge his reaction to all his comments. The way he's looking at him, period.

And Oliver doesn't fall for his cuteness and charm because he's just convinced that the intent behind his words is malicious. Poor Farleigh. He must have been so confused. People usually fold but here's this guy, meeting him blow for blow. He's never had to "put in the work" like this. What the hell.

The tutor sessions with Oliver and Farleigh (where Farleigh is framed lower than Oliver) actually serve as a nice parallel to a lot of the scenes where Oliver and Felix are together (and Oliver is framed lower than Felix). We don't really see that when Farleigh and Felix are together. They're usually at a similar height in those scenes.

Then we have the scene in the bar where Felix calls Oliver over and Farleigh has that panicked, "Oh shit, my crush is here," look on his face before it settles into resignation as he realizes Oliver is, "another one of Felix's toys". Finally the mystery is solved. This is why Oliver didn't fall for his charms at the tutor sessions.

So, Oliver prefers Felix to him, huh. That's just fine. He'll deal with the rejection by giving Oliver a hard time about buying the next round. That should push him away from Felix…oh shit, it brings them closer together. And now he looks like the douchebag.

Then there's this bit where Farleigh is looking at Oliver and Felix (mostly Oliver, the prior shot establishes which side of the room he's on, which happens to be where Farleigh's looking) and his party hat horns mirror the minotaur/how Oliver looked when he confessed his love to Felix later on. Oliver, you need to see how much Farleigh fucking loves you. Look at him, Ollie. Just look at him. (He can't, he's too busy looking at Felix)

Anything to get Oliver to notice him. Anything.

Cut to Oliver's arrival at Saltburn, where Oliver joins the rest of them in the library and Farleigh loudly cuts off Elspeth gossiping about Oliver and his parents because hearing, "We were just talking about you" would be better than hearing whatever was going to come out of Elspeth's mouth next. And I mean, he's already the asshole. This is actually so sweet.

And we all remember this scene. This clearly made his day.

But then we get the encounter with Venetia and Felix and Farleigh both being equally pissed at the breakfast table. And yeah, everything goes downhill from there. It's the reason Oliver seduces him and gets him thrown out for what's literally just another desperate attempt to drive a wedge between Oliver and Felix.

No, Oliver, he's not going to behave. God, yes. Don't stop.

Farleigh was down so bad he literally got honeytrapped and framed. Twice.

Between Felix, Oliver and Farleigh, there are really no winners. They really all got wrecked by love, huh.

[s-4pphics]

rip, halloweekend! (e.w.)

hi😳 it’s my last week as a student and i felt sad so i wrote fratadjacent!ellie lol. literally just wanted to reminisce on party hookups since they’re over for me </3 

wc;cw: 3.4k mmm, MDNI!!, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL IM VERY BUSY LOL, all ocs r black coded y’all see it, mentions of (faux)blood and vomit like once, alcohol weed it’s a party duh, 21 and tee grizzley promo like pay me, girls kissing🤭, dubcon(every1 is faded af lol), ellie’s sleazy, mentions of orgies and anal? uh oh, ellie’s so cocky <3, dirty talk, fingering, eating out no mcdonalds, spanking ass and tits lol, okie yeah dassit <3 

everyone say thank u to the loml @fandomshitpostingqueen 4 the title :3

Your school always turned up and out for Halloween. 

You and your friends had been complaining about how trash the parties have been for months, but now the streets are littered with people dressed as bare as possible in the freezing cold. They were all shotgunning beers in the middle of the street, blasting trap music through their portable speakers, throwing up everywhere. 

And you were so excited! This was going to be fun. 

You never particularly liked going to frat parties: their houses were never clean, it was always boiling hot in the basement, and the cops almost always showed up to shut the entire place down (only for another party to blow up in the early hours in the morning, and they shut them down, too! Fuckers!). But after your first ever mind-numbing, toe-curling, drunken fuck with… her at the Alpha Sigma Phi house in September last year, you hardly ever stepped foot in clubs again. 

You two weren’t super close even though you fucked on and off, but you were friends with her housemate, Riley, so whenever she invited you over, you would discreetly watch Ellie silently making cereal—high out of her mind—in only her sports bra and gray sweats. You hadn’t seen her since the start of the semester, when she’d dropped off your wobbly, highly intoxicated roommate with after she’d snapped you a hey. ur roomie drank alooottt and is really fucked up rn imma drop her off leave the door unlocked pls lol. 

It was a mystery how they got past your building's security since your roommate could barely hold up her I.D. according to Ellie, but you didn’t press since she seemed in a rush to get back to the party she was at. She quickly laid your friend in her bed before throwing you a quick see ya! before fleeing out the door. You didn’t even have a chance to properly look at her before your own door slammed in your face. 

And now here you are, standing in the frat entry line freezing your ass off in your slutty, glittery angel costume with a cheap, but feathered halo atop your head. Your dress barely passed your thighs, and your white, lace-up heels were getting scuffed on the concrete. You didn’t even want to be an angel, but your friends forced you to match with them with their demands of Were gonna be Charlie’s Angels, bitch I’m not playing!, to which you’d argue, they weren’t actually angels, clown! But after three days of consistent glares and pleading from your googly-eyed group, you gave in. 

“Bro, I’m so fuckin’ excited. I need more shots, I need more shots! —“

“Can you shut the fuck up, you sound crazy,” your good friend, Cleo said to your… feening friend, Evelyn. A gust of Fall wind blew past all of you, and you shivered in unison. 

“It’s too fucking cold for this shit! If y’all would’ve let me down that Svedka bottle, I would be warm as fuck right now!” Evelyn pressed at both of you between chattering teeth. 

“Bitch, you almost peed in these people's kitchen sink the last time you did some stupid shit like that! In front of everyone!” Cleo scolded with a glare, and Evelyn scoffed before turning away to look at the moving line. Your friend then turned her attention to you. 

“You tryna see your girlfriend?” Cleo said to you with a smirk while she hit her dab, and you rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out. 

“She’s not my fuckin’ girlfriend, shut up,” you tried to say as convincingly as possible. They both snorted at your attempts, clearly in denial. 

Your friends always made it sound like you were in love with Ellie when she was brought up. You could admit to having a crush on her, sure, but you weren’t always craving her attention. You let her come and go as she pleased, and you did the same. 

Your thoughts were cut off by some drunk, obnoxious asshole screaming at the two of you to pull out your school I.Ds. You all did, and the door immediately pulled open, and you were hit in the face with the bass from the speakers. You all entered, hand in hand, and watched people dance in masks, people making out, people twerking on the counter. And you all were finally warm. 

You moved through the packed, LED lit house to where everyone was dancing, and you and your friends made a small circle in the middle of the crowded floor. Evelyn managed to snag an unopened bottle of Tito’s from the counter and you, and Cleo stared in shock as she downed three large gulps like it was water. You snatched the bottle from her before she could get any more down, only to take three large sips of your own, before turning to Cleo, ushering her to lean her head back so you could pour some in her mouth. 

You felt lighter. 

Thirty minutes passed, and Cleo was throwing it back on you, and you were throwing it back on Evelyn as she clumsily thrusted her hips into your ass, bottle in hand. Your halo was tipping, you were sweating out your press, and your glittery liner was smudging, but you couldn’t give a fuck. 21 was on, and nothing else mattered. 

Until Evelyn stopped, pulling you up to her chest and sloppily whispered that she had to pee. You shook your head as you giggled, pulling a very high Cleo up to guide her to the bathroom by her iced-out wrist.

The line for the bathroom was so fucking long. What the fuck. 

But you and your friends were finally next. Evelyn was leaning back against the wall as she squeezed her legs together, whining out quiet dontpeedontpeedontpee’s to herself with her eyes shut. You shook your head at her. 

However, you all immediately stiffened when you heard a desired squeal of fuck yes, like that! coming from the bathroom. That’s why y’all were standing here for so fucking long?! So somebody could get their nut?! 

Cleo shook her head with a I know you fuckin’ lying before banging her fist on the door. “Bro, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have time for this shit!”

“Hold the fuck on, damn!” and your back straightened at the voice, eyebrows furrowing. Ohh, shit oh fuck! —

And the door swung open, revealing a very flushed Ellie, lips glistening and eyes tinted pink with a black cloak on, Scream mask in hand. She even had fake blood smeared on her face. And a girl in a devil costume hopping off the counter, adjusting the horns on her head. 

You made eye contact with Ellie, and she froze, only to quirk her slit brow at you, slowly gazing at your attire from top to bottom before reconnecting your eyes. You shivered, and she smirked. 

The demon girl snatched Ellie’s wrist to lead her out of the bathroom as Evelyn rushed in, barely shutting the door behind her. You held Ellie’s searing contact as she trailed behind the girl, nodding her head in greeting as she brushed past you, leaving the hallway. You turned towards Cleo, who’d been barricading the door for Evelyn, shaking her head at you with a knowing grin. You let out a quiet fuck you as she busted out laughing. 

Sometime in the night, you all scurried back to the dance for when First Day Out blasted through the speakers. You have zero recollection of what happened after you ran towards the packed dance floor(all your liquor body-slammed you at once!), but your tongue was shoved in Cleo’s mouth as she grinded on Evelyn, holding her by her thigh to pull her closer. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip as you both smiled before your hazy gaze traveled behind Evelyn, locking with the ones you were conflicted about seeing tonight. 

Ellie was smoking by herself, just watching you. You held her stare as you wrapped your arms around Cleo, drunkenly waving your hand to lure her over. She smirked around her blunt before shrugging, shaking her head no. You sent her a pout. 

“Ellie’s over there,” you bent down to talk in Cleo’s ear. 

She hummed in acknowledgment against your neck, “We’ll be alright. Go see her.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, I got her,” She said in reference to a very drunk Evelyn screaming out YOU KNOW I BROUGHT MY KNIFE!

“Text me if anything happens, okay?” You demanded, and she nodded before encouragingly patting your ass. 

You unwrapped yourself from your friend, squeezing through the crowd until you reached a very… calm Ellie. She was leaning back with her head propped up against the wall, doing tricks with every exhale of smoke. You leaned up next to her, shoulder to shoulder. 

Neither of you said anything, but she held her blunt up to your face. You accepted, parting your lips to inhale the smoke as you watched the lit tip shine orange. You pulled away, leaving the remnants of your gloss behind, and breathed in before exhaling away from her. 

You watched as she pulled her phone out, slowly typing something out with one hand as she ripped from the blunt again. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your bra. 

You looked at her suspiciously before pulling it out, unlocking it to open the snap from Ellie.

e: cum upstairs? 

y: 😐

You turned to her and watched her smile before typing. You looked back down at your phone. 

e: lemme give u some imsorry head :(

y: 😐

e: pleek 

y: where

e: upstairs duh 

e: jesses gone 4 the weekend so ye

e: fuckin u in his room lol 

… Who the fuck is Jesse?

You didn’t get an opportunity to respond before you felt her grab your wrist, pulling you into the crowd. You couldn’t help but look up at her frame, loose strands of her ponytail falling out, her dangly earrings, her fucking shoulders, her neck moving every time she looked back to check on you. She looked so fucking good, fuck—

You felt a smack on your ass, and before you could turn to beat the fuck out of whoever it was, you caught your friends giggling at you. Cleo suddenly made her O-face as Evelyn pretended to hit it from the back before they started laughing at you again. You stared blankly at them. 

“Okay?” You heard Ellie say in your ear, lips brushing against yours. You only nodded before turning back to face her. 

You watched as she looked behind you before smiling and looking back down at you with a headshake. She turned and led you towards the staircase. 

She pulled open a door—Jesse’s, you guess— at the end of the hall. It was a bit messy, but you ignored it as she closed the door behind you. 

“Where’s Riley? I haven’t seen her at all,” you said as she looked at you. 

“Dunno.” She replied simply, ripping from her roach. 

“…You got bored quick,” You hoped she knew what you meant. 

“Mhm,” she said as she exhaled before stubbing it out on the dresser. 

And then silence. 

This is awkward. You hoped she would be ripping your halo off by now.  

“You look cute.” 

“You don’t,” you replied sharply. Fuck, yes she does, she always does. 

She snickered at you before kicking her chucks off, “That girl thought I did.” 

You’re going to strangle her. 

“Fuck you.” 

“You’re gonna,” she said as she stepped closer. 

“You’re a slut.” 

“I am,” Another step. She said with a slimy grin. “The dirtiest.” 

You hated how wet that made you. 

“Your friends are funny,” She said with another step, finally in your space as she spoke quietly. “And they’re hot.” 

“I know they are.” 

“Orgy?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Ellie, are we fucking or not? M’feet hurt,” you slurred out, rolling your eyes. 

“You look so good right now,” she said more to herself than to you, it seemed. She’d been so quiet, tone filled with awe. Your face ran hot. 

“Wanna kiss,” She said as she leaned forward. 

You placed a hand on her chest. “‘M not about to kiss you, you were just giving somebody head, like, an hour ago.” 

“So?” She said, grinning wider. 

“The fuck d’you mean so? That’s gross, Ellie.” you said with an agitated tone. 

“Wanna bend you over his dresser,” She said silkily, and it made you clench tight. “Missed you, y’know?” 

You didn’t reply as you looked at her skeptically. She didn’t care, grabbing you by your hips to pull you closer, bodies now flush against each other. She bent down to plant soft kisses on your neck. You would’ve complained, but her mouth felt so good, fuck.

“You wet enough?” She whispered out against your throat before sucking on the wet spot. You threw your arms around her neck, your knees buckling. 

“Gettin’ there, keep kissing me like that,” you breathed out in a shaky whisper. You felt her smile against you before licking over where she sucked. 

You felt her hands travel down to your ass, as she grabbed both cheeks tightly in both hands. You let out a breathy moan at her grip before you felt her slap a cheek, and then the other. 

“Take this shit off,” she whispered out as she hiked your dress over your hips. You pulled it over your head, tossing it near the bed along with your halo. 

“Fuck you, I spent time making this,” you said with a pout as she laughed softly. She grabbed your bare tits in her hands before sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned as you peered down to watch her flick it. 

She switched sides, sucking the hardened bud into her mouth while she hummed quietly. Your hips pressed against her.

“Prettiest fuckin’ tits,” She whispered against your breast. “Gonna fuck ‘em one day, I swear to god.” 

You moaned at her promise as you felt her slap your ass again before whispering a get over there, nodding towards the dresser. You scurried over as quickly as your heeled feet could manage, tits bouncing with every step. You leaned back against it with your hands propped up behind you as you watched her pull your halo from your discarded fabric. 

“Gotta keep this on,” she said as she walked over, dangling it between two fingers. “For… affect, and whatnot.” 

“Right.” 

“Mhm,” she said as she carefully placed it on your head. “Turn around.” 

You listened without question, and you were faced with your own reflection. Your wet nipples, your rising and falling chest, your wet thong. And her darkly looming behind you closely, all bloody and grinning. Another gush of wetness in your underwear. 

“You know what I think?” She said into your ear, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

You hummed out questioningly. 

“We’d make a sexy cam-couple,” She whispered huskily as she licked your ear and you couldn’t stop squirming, pushing back on her as she grinded forward. “I could see it now: ‘slutty Scream murders cute angelic pussy’, we’d get paid so fuckin’ good.” 

“You’re stupid,” you shakily whispered out as she reached around to pull at your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back against her, one hand reaching behind you to wrap around her neck while the other dug into her jean-covered thigh. 

She slapped your tits as she messily kissed your neck, sucking more bruises into the skin as she moaned against you. You felt one of her hands disappear from your tits, and before you could move to bring it back, you felt it grab the back of your neck to push you down against the dresser, arms falling in front of you in reflex. Your eyes tore open, and you were met with your sloppy-looking reflection. Lip gloss completely gone, eye-makeup smeared, sweated-out press sticking to your forehead(dammit!), and your halo lopsidedly hanging off your head. 

“Uh huh,” she muttered out as she watched you through the mirror, slowly thrusting her hips forward like she was fucking you and fuck, you wanted to fuck so bad. You hated how you instinctively pushed back on her, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Would make a sexy little pornstar.” 

“Fuck, El, ‘m so wet, c’mon, please! —” 

“Gonna baby, just lemme look at you,” she said back, and you whined, pushing back on her again. You wish she had her dick with her! 

“Make me cum, El, pleeease,” you whined out again, and you felt her slam a hot hand on your ass. You cried out as your cheek seared. 

You felt her slowly pull your panties to the side. You lifted your head to watch her through the mirror: her brows pulled down, her lip between her teeth, and she had the audacity to release a glob of spit on your pussy. You felt a gush of wetness leave you as it trailed down your pussy. 

“You’re so nasty,” you slurred out quietly. 

She reconnected your eyes in the mirror, and she grinned cunningly. You felt her free hand come up to run slow, deep circles on your slippery clit, and you moaned out as your eyes fluttered shut. You dropped your chin on the dresser in relief. 

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy, can tell she missed me,” you clenched tighter gushed wetter at her tone, your pussy screaming missed you so much, daddy! You could tell she noticed when she snickered out a small yeah, you did.

And then you felt her slide a finger in. Your jaw dropped as you gasped wetly, and you hated how she immediately found that spot that makes you scream. Your walls were gripping her finger tight tight tight—

“Fuck, angel, gonna gimme this pussy later?” 

“Fuck yes, ‘s yours!” 

“Yeah? Say it again,” and she dug her finger in deeper. 

“‘S your pussy, daddy, make me cum!” 

She gently pushed another finger in and she grinded them into you, barely pulling out. You hadn’t even noticed that the grip she had on your neck disappeared, her other hand reaching around you to massage your clit. You stayed bent over the dresser so she could hit it deeper, and fuck, she made you feel so good!

Your eyes were glued shut as you breathed and moaned out, but you felt her press kisses all over your ass, biting the cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open as she sat up, slowing down her fucking. She met your eyes to ask, “You ever get your ass fucked?” 

You barely reacted at her bluntness due to your hazy mind, but you shook your head no. She nodded as she pouted. She went back to fingering your cunt. 

“Mmh, you can if you w-wanna, when you take me home later, shit—“

“Who said I was takin’ you home? Hm?” She said and you heard the smirk in her voice. She pressed up against that spot harder as she slid another finger in. 

“Fuuuck!—“ 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, baby, yesyesyes!—“

You watched her drop to her knees and felt her suck your clit in her mouth and your eyes rolled back and it was about to make you cum—

The sloppy noises of her sucking your pussy and the soppy sounds of her fingers inside you made you hotter, and you felt that burning feeling pulling in your gut.

“El, fuck, baby, I’m gonna— “ 

“C’mon angel, get me wet, want it all over my fuckin’ face— “ 

You couldn’t hear all the nasty shit she was muttering on your pussy as she fucked you through your nut, her lips taking your throbbing clit back in your mouth as she massaged that spot inside you. She was eating you like you were paying her for it and fuck you would if she asked. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, no one tastes this good, what the fuck,” she said dazed. You knew she was watching your pussy twitch as you rode out the aftershocks on your orgasm, slowly fucking her fingers into you. 

You felt her stand up, slowly rubbing your clit as you calmed down, planting gentle, wet kisses onto your back. 

“You good?” She whispered against you, and you nodded against the desk. 

She chuckled gently, massaging your ass in both her hands before pressing a kiss on a cheek, “C’mon, we’re leaving.” 

You barely could catch your breath, “W’na dance, still.” 

“No, you don’t,” she said, licking up your spine. You felt her press her lips to your ear before she whispered. “Text your friends and tell ‘em we’re leaving. ‘M dropping them off so I can fuck this ass.” 

You shuddered. 

And nodded. 

And she cheesed wide. 

see yall inna week or so lol c:

[thesamoanqueen]

Blackwater X

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Drama, trust behaviour.

A/N: and that’s how you turn love into a toxic relationship...

He had her for breakfast. In the bed, ending up waking her already with a broken voice and shortness of breath. And he'd had her for breakfast again on the kitchen counter, breaking the plate he'd eaten from and a couple of glasses. But he would have gladly had his third breakfast of the day at that moment, against one of the trees, in the SUV, even standing against the fence of the refreshment ticket area, not giving a damn about whoever was around, showing them what they would never have, why they were not like him, like them.

- What a nice view - he noted with a grin, gazing the perfect curve of her glorious ass, tight in that white skirt that wrapped her up to her ankles, the same ankles that that morning she had crossed behind his head, while he was eating her alive.

Y/N turned to face him, same smile, drumming her fingers on the fence, her hair flowing over her shoulder only partially covered by the top that left a strip of caramel skin in full view just below her breasts.

Her. Just for him.

- True – she agreed, letting out a laugh when Roman put his hands on her hips to pull her against him – did you ever come here as a kid? – she asked curiously, looking away again, to put her attention to the lake where they had stopped.

It was one of the largest in that area, just outside one of the cities near the bay area and now it was a kind of park for people, a point of reference. There were kidz running everywhere, some couples with no great prospects, even a group of old people arguing animatedly over who knows what game under the huts on the other side of the bank. If he remembered correctly Heyman had advised him to approve the works for the coffee shop and the nearby store, he received dues every year, but he received them from basically the entire state, he had lost count. But he remembered that place, because years ago it wasn't like that, not even close to it.

- A few times, was outside the pack land. It was a swamp down there, with alligators swimming around and outside wasn't any better… we didn't have a good reputation at the time – he said, seeing Y/N looking at him seriously, before gently rubbing her head against his shoulder to comfort him in silence.

That part of the county far from the mouth of the river had been marshy for decades. Mud and private land as far as the eye can see, with a few useless towns in the hands of alphas that weren't worth even one of his legs. No one had ever seen potential there, especially since it bordered the edge of what was once territory that his dad and uncle had hard-won for their family. They traded, lived as a pack and for decades people had called them savages, deciding to have as few contacts as possible, investing elsewhere and forcing them to make absurd trips to earn something with shameful deals.

His family had honor, they had always refused to compromise and Roman had grown up with impossible rules, seeing his father disappear for months to ensure everyone a poor future, while his mama and uncles kept things in check. He had dealt with all the idiots and their dumbass families who had called savages after him, but he couldn't remember their faces, they had never been worth it. But he remembered the beatings that him and his cousins had taken sometimes for crossing the border when they were kidz. And he had given them back with interest.

Now no one called his family savages. No one dared even say a word from the reserve to the next state if they crossed their path. And where those little dogs had left trash for years, he had built everything, showing them that he was better, that his family was better and that they even had to thank for the air they breathed. Now everything around him was his and one day it would go to his sons and they too would do whatever they wanted.

- Have you ever swam with them? Alligators I mean - Y/N distracted him, pulling him out of his mind with a harmless movement of her hips that made him lower his head to look at her.

- I tried to avoid it - he laughed, recognizing an all too curious look on her face and her tentative to improve his mood.

- But did it happen?

- That's not a question you should asking me sneaky lil - he pinched her and the bratty face she showed him forced Roman to wedge her against the fence to press his body against hers.

What wouldn't he-

- My Tribal Chief - Heyman called and Ro stopped looking at Y/N, who just as silently, seemed as unhappy about the interruption as he was, even if he knew the reason for that face.

Her and the Wiseman didn't get along, they tolerated each other, to be honest it was a miracle that he still hadn't seen her cut off his head mercilessly. Especially since Paul had perfect timing for the wrong moments.

- I'm sorry to interrupt you, but here... that agreement that had to be signed today, things has become a lil complicated now - Paul insisted, mistaking the silence of both on them for a go-ahead.

- What's complicated? They can't write their names? – he asked annoyed, seeing Y/N suddenly turn around when Paul started laughing at the joke.

He hadn't meant to be funny, but she definitely was with that face. He was torn as to whether she was shocked or disgusted, but whatevere it was, he liked it. She was adorable, always narrowing her eyes as if she had to force herself to see better when there was nothing to see.

- My Tribal Chief, it's funny, you’re so funny. I got a call, though… it was one of the other side's lawyers, a kid I had kicked out of a Dumbo studio years ago, he wasn't even qualified to be an assistant, but apparently they've been doing charity work lately. He reminded me who he was at our first meeting and I reminded him what happened, so he must have thought to be smarter this time and do his job well

- Wise man - Roman called him back, instantly stopping the river of words that he was emptying on them, because Paul Heyman who started talking in bursts would have been too much for anyone.

- Yes, going straight to the point... there are other parties involved. They are… I quote, thinking about it.

Y/N still under his arm bent her head almost imperceptibly at that news, but Roman found himself just as quickly finally turning to his special counselor, frowning. Had he really interrupted him for that bullshit? What was that supposed to be, a joke? Now they allowed themselves to bother him and joke about business?

- There's no one except me, there’s only my family here. There's only me – he growled not at all amused, but before his mood could even cross the limit, probably making Paul cry, Y/N leaned on his arm, her ponytail full of waves swinging behind her shoulder.

-It wouldn't be a bad idea, however, going there, just for checking things - she reflected, giving a cold look to Paul who had breathed a sigh of relief.

Show up? Should he bother himself and go to them? That wasn't how it worked, he was the alpha, the head of the table, they weren't the ones dictating the rules.

- I don't have to go. It's not my place, they come to me and if they want to talk to someone, they can talk to him.

- Yes, but it would be a way to remind everyone how things are, that he's not the one running your family's business. And I already had plans for the day, remember? You have nothing to do, keep yourself busy doing something useful - she tried to reason with him and although she was right, Roman ended up turning up his nose at the idea of getting into the suv again and what's more without her.

Plans, she had plans. He knows, she'd told him during the boring breakfast and she'd been firm, but those plans didn't sit well with him.

- Naomi can wait – he muttered annoyed, making her raise an eyebrow.

- No. I'll go to her, you to take those business done or whatever should happen - she cut short, without even negotiating and Roman moved his gaze to an empty spot in the park, swallowing the bitterness that had risen in his mouth .

He didn't like knowing her in town with Naomi, he didn't like the idea of splitting up and he didn't like not knowing what might have happened since Solo had to stay with him and the twins were still around trying to undo the damage they had caused a month earlier. The instinct to stay close to her made him nervous, there were too many people in town, too many places to disappear, but he had promised to give her space now that things had changed, he said he would trust her...

He felt her tug at his neck, her face leaning softly against his, her lips leaving a quick kiss on his beard and then rubbing against his ear, sending a rush of heat into him.

- I'll be with her, I promise. No runs. Be good and I’ll be good for you too - she whispered, moving to look him straight into his eyes.

She was a blessing and his fuckin endgame.

***

Y/N was so happy to hug her again and it was a strange feeling, without a definite purpose, the simple excitement of a rekindling a bond. Since she'd crossed the border and settled there, so much had changed, but what continued to amaze her most of all were the bonds she was building. She had kept everyone at arm's length her whole life and now she had someone to come back to, someone to tolerate, people to miss. Everything had changed so quickly and so radically that she always felt like she was dealing with her first times.

- Don’t do it again! It's so strange… I missed you – she admitted, frowning and immediately prompting Naomi to break their hug to glare at her.

- Is it weird if you miss me?! Yo what?!

- I'm not used to missing someone... but now that we’re talkin’ I'm having second thoughts.

Sitting back down and taking the drink and jerking back, pretending to be offended, she watched Naomi pout to look her up and down knowingly.

- You kept yourself busy though – she teased her and Y/N nodded with an exasperated smile.

They had last spent time together the day before that night, and things were different back then. They hadn't been able to talk while she was at her parents' house, every time Y/N tried to call she didn't answer and she had hardly heard from her after the twins had left to take care of who knows what business for the family. Roman had been almost her only company for over a month and well, that said a lot about how much things had changed between them.

It was strange to talk about that, too, now that she thought about it. Another absolute first time.

- You know… I think Paul is jealous, but I get it, it's difficult to see your ex with someone else, especially if the other one is me - she joked seriously and Naomi nodded even more seriously.

- The way he looks yo mate… mmh, it’s weird.

- Don't get me started! - she smiled, trying to chase the image from her mind -But... it's going well. He takes care of me, he treats me like he should, no problems, no dramas. Sounds boring – she mused jokingly, her fingers twirling the straw inside her glass.

Y/N for one would not have bet a dollar on her and Roman together and instead they ran as if they had done nothing else before. From one moment to the next everything had been perfect and it felt so strange, because she knew she had put him in a corner with her attitude and that she was still impossible sometimes even today, but Roman hadn't backed down. He respected her, made her ask for nothing more, he had learned to control himself - not completely, but Y/N acknoledged his efforts -, he didn't miss one time and even spoiled her. On his initiative, he had also decided to make dates, to really get to know each other beyond the idea of destined mates and make up for the years they had spent apart. They had done it for an entire month, every day, but he kept to organize dates anyway to spend quality time together. It was as if everything she had avoided and pushed away, every doubt, every fear, had been shut out by him.

- Don't make that face. Don't even try! It was terrible just looking at you before, you always looked broken and I can't buy the story of you all bored and sitting at home with those marks on you – Naomi pointed out and Y/N didn't even bother to figure out where she was pointing, giving in to a laugh.

Leaving marks on her was the compromise in order not to get bitten on her weak spot, she had to grant it to him and she didn't mind in reality. He was good at those things, she acknowledged it.

- Well, its not so bad

- Wha-what? Not so bad? Now its not so bad! And you didn't want hear talking about it before!

- It has its positive sides, are you happy?

- Yes, yes

- Good!

- Good for you. Honestly when there was that story about your presentation with the elders and the trial I was worried, it didn't sound good and I didn't want it to end badly… I'm happy to see you like this – Naomi admitted, drinking a sip of her drink, but Y/N remained stunned shot.

- What? – What she was talking about? Trial, presentation? Was something she didn't get?

She watched her set down her nearly empty glass, hands raised in a silent apology at the confusion she read on her face.

- You two are true mates and the whole family was involved, I know, but even Jimmy's dad didn't see our bond well at the beginning, I know what it feels like. We both got out though! And now that Jimmy and Jey are back here, maybe we can start over? Roman will be fine with it, right? He doesn’t want problem? – she asked, her tone serious for that last question and Y/N nodded without even knowing what, so as not to remain speechless or make that moment between them one to forget.

Mate's good with us.

Her she-wolf's voice rumbled in her head as soon as a glimmer of doubt made its way into the confusion of her thoughts, but Y/N ignored her, impassive, waiting for her to silence again as she had been doing for a month now.

- Yes, yes sure. I'll talk to him – she promised, feeling Naomi take her hand to reassure her.

- Everything works out, that's how it goes when you have a big family and now you're in it too! You will get used to it! - her smile made her chest tingle, her hand tightening around hers in return.

The ringing of a phone stopped her before she could say anything and Naomi was quick to rummage through her purse to retrieve it, standing up as her eyes caught who was calling.

- Wait it's chicken nugget, they were already back.

- It's ok. I'll finish my drink – Y/N released her, mentally thanking for that moment of pause, while Naomi walked away from their table.

- Take another one for me too, I’ll be back, hey babe!

Silently Y/N saw her glow just talking to him and for a long moment she froze, watching her move past the venue, her attention fully turned to her mate, the one she had chosen for her.

She hadn't chosen Roman as Naomi with Jimmy or her parents, but she had chosen to give Roman and their bond a chance. She had chosen to build something, to move on, to open up and it had all gone so well since then that Y/N didn't know what to feel now. Part of her wanted to go back to being angry, but had to?

They had talked about what had happened that day. He had said that he had been cornered for some reasons, that he was mad for all the pressure his family was putting on him, the responsibilities and by what she understood from Naomi's speech, he had not lied. Not completely. He hadn't told her she was the reason for that pressure, but maybe he hadn't because she wasn't the only reason. Now Y/N knew what he faced every day, he told her about the plans, he showed her what he had worked hard to achieve, Y/N had listened to him talk about what his family had gone through in the past, what he had gone through and how those efforts had changed everything. Maybe her presence had been an extra pressure to add to the load and his family had worried about how he was reacting, she hadn't made things easy for him anyway… but she was his mate, she was nobody to them, Y/N didn't even know them. If she wasn't the only one who caused that trial, court or whatever happened, why would he hide it? Now that she thought about it, when she'd just arrived, Solo'd said something about her and how Ro'd ordered anyone to not talk about her to the elders.

Looking away from the street, she thrown down her drink, raising a hand to order another round without even thinking. She felt her muscles tense again and that feeling of tension that she thought had left her once and for all… she didn’t like it.

***

Her scent had guided him through the forest to the river dock, replacing the chaos of his day with the beating of her heart, her breathing slow, a little heavy. He would have preferred to find her at home, to know her safe in a place that was only theirs now, but he had to give her some freedom, he knew that and up to that moment she had never gone beyond the reserve without him. It wasn't a good time, things had suddenly added up that not even the Wiseman had taken into consideration, but Y/N loved to run and as long as the situation didn't get more complicated and she remained safe, it was a whim he could give her.

Roman found her sitting at one of the only two tables they had set up next to the river. There was a nice view from there, the river curved in a larger area between the slopes from which you could see part of its course, the water there always had the color from which it got its name. When his house was finished, years before, he had bought a small boat to move along that stretch of the river, he had arranged some tables, a housing for the bonfire, but no one had ever used any of it over the years, things had changed quickly. Now Roman had a big barbecue in the backyard that only his cousins had used, a yacht at the docks downtown that he'd only signed a few deals on. Perhaps, however, things would have changed again, as had happened in those months, perhaps Y/N would have liked it.

He sat next to her on her bench, immediately wrapping his arms around her hips and burying his face in her neck, to inhale her scent.

- We haven't been separated for days, you know? – Y/N sighed in resignation, feeling him leave a streak of kisses up to her temple.

- It was enough.

It had been. Having that meeting without any warning, having to deal with certain issues again, like it was not clear enough out there who was in control, staying away from her. He had gotten used to having her close all the time, in that month they had hardly ever moved away from each other and even half a day at that point seemed too much to Roman. She calmed him down. More or less.

-You're so dramatic... how it went? – he heard her ask, as his hands worked their way under her top, touching as much of her as they could, pulling her closer and closer until she was wedged between his legs.

- They'll sign - he stammered, his face still buried in her neck, heat building.

Her presence, touching her, managed to close every external door in his head, as if his wolf ceased to sense anything other than her. Nothing mattered beyond the curve of her back, her fingers lazily scratching his thights or the back of his neck, that scent he couldn't living without anymore.

- What were the agreements for? – he heard her ask softly, his kisses becoming more needy.

- Let's not talk about it... it doesn't matter now...

Those stuff had value outside, not when she was with him, when no one could disturb them and he was able to give a boundary to the rest. In those moments all he cared about was having her as close as possible, his breathing slowly replicating hers, her pulse rumbling in his ears, his bones turning liquid as the blood boiled. It was something he would never tire of having and seeking, like an addiction he fought to get worse.

He growled against her skin, biting lightly into her shoulder, feeling Y/N gasp as he licked at the spot she still refused to give him and he fought hard to avoid. He released one hand from her top, moving up along her throat, placing the other on her soft hip to keep her pressed against him, his boner starting to wake up on his pants.

- I don't want to mind your business - Y/N said, her head bending - I was thinking, however, that I'll have to do something now that I'm here, so maybe I could help in some way... - hands that kept stroking him slowly, too slowly - I've never done this before, but there will be something I can do. If Paul can do it, I’ll be great, right? – and Roman froze, what was that story?

She was always attentive when he showed her something and she had been even in the weeks when things still didn't work out between them, but she had never seemed interested to the point of wanting to help. And besides, she didn't even have to do it, he was the one to provide for everyone, especially her.

- You don't have to do anything, there's no need. You have everything and if something isn't enough, say it, I'll take care of it – he assured, stroking her chin and watching her shrug.

If she needed anything, whatever, she just needed to tell him. He wouldn't deny her anything and there was nothing he couldn't give her.

- I want to help you. Do my part, so maybe we don't get another trial popping up for me that I don't know anything about - she said as if they were talking about the weather, and Roman stopped the instant the word left her mouth.

Speechless, he watched her impassively return his gaze, her hands still in their place, her body that showed no sign of moving and that he was only now aware, hadn't moved to reciprocate his attentions.

Where did that trial story come from? She shouldn't have known anything about it, he hadn't told her, he had kept her away from that story, how was it possible that she knew anything about it? She spoke little or nothing to Paul, they weren't compatible and Solo… Solo hardly ever opened his mouth with anyone, was impossible. She couldn't have found out by walking around town for half a day, people were talking about her family's business, but that was a confidential matter that very few knew about.

That last thought hit him full force and without even controlling himself, he pursed his lips angrily, brow furrowing, nervousness mounting. Very few knew about that story and the only person she had spent the day with as far as he knew, the only one he had sensed a trace of on her was his cousin's wife and that was definitely none of her business.

- Naomi said that to you? Now she talks about me when ain’t around? That story ain’t even her husband business, she has no right- he growled, going from nothing to exploding in less than a second and Y/N turned to face him just as quickly.

- It's about me though – she noted seriously and Roman wrinkled his nose, moving his gaze elsewhere in an attempt to uselessly control his anger.

They shouldn't have had that conversation, should never have had it. He still did everything after a month to avoid it and half a day away from him was enough to get there. He was furious, so angry that he felt his wolf growl in his ears to get out. Because yes, it was about her and he didn't want her to worry, he didn't want wrong thoughts in her mind.

That's not good for our mate. Stop it.

- She wasn't talking about it, it's not her or Jimmy's fault, she just mentioned it… she assumed that I knew and wanted to give me her support, but I had no idea what the hell this trial was about, because you didn't tell me anything - she said slow and Roman looked back, breathing short, muscles tense.

- Because there was no need, I'm the one to provide for others, for you. Im the giver, I'll solve it, I-

- That's enough, hear me out now- the tone in which she shushed him wasn't the kind of tone an omega would use, not with an alpha, not with anyone else. No one shushed him.

But she was his omega, she was his mate and however badly he might have reacted, his wolf couldn't help but stop himself and certainly, feeling her hands caressing him helped. Overwhelmed, he looked down, following the movement of her fingers tracing the tattoo on his arm, her tatau, her thumb rubbing the back of his fist clenched around nothing. He heard her take a deep breath and lifted his brown eyes again, anger slipping away from him as she returned his gaze with a different expression.

- I like this thing between us - she confessed and Roman clearly perceived the weight of those words, like a boulder on his back - At first it didn't go like this, but now I realize that I needed it... I like it. I like that you want to take care of me, that you are always there trying to gimme everything and that everything around me is perfect, but if something is wrong… we should talk about it, you need to tell me what’s going on. You always say that I'm your mate, I shouldn't be your mate only on certain occasions.

Since the night after the trial, things had changed between them in many ways. In ways that even he hadn't planned on and that had spiraled out of his control. Y/N had become fundamental. The stories told so much about mates, but not even the most unrealistic of those stories could have prepared him for what she had become in his life. It wasn't about attraction, complicity or who knows what else, he needed her like the air he breathed and knowing that it was the same for her now, it went to his head. Because he wasn't going to lose everything, to see that doubt, that look on her face after what he'd worked hard to achieve. He made a promise to make her happy, he had given her everything, everything she had never had and he didn't tolerate that some stupid rumor, a useless doubt born of someone who knew nothing about it, undermined what he had built for them. Roman didn't allow it, he couldn't bear it, no.

- We shouldn't even have this talk, it's not like that, it's a stupid drama, it comes from outside, it's not between us. We're fine, there's not a single problem between us - he tried to reason with her, hand now rubbing his beard.

They were fine, they were finally fine. They woke up every morning together, they talked, they spent hours doing anything to spend time with each other, they started talking through bonding during runs, they fucked every freakin day without getting tired, she laughed even. She was happy, she had even admitted it and Roman had found what he had always lacked, they were fine! There was no need to talk about that story! They didn't have any problems to discuss or solve, they were perfect, dramas came from outside. It was others’s fault.

Its them again.

- Ro a month ago you weren't good at all, I was there, I saw you. And now I find out it was because of me? - his head moved quickly before she'd even finished speaking.

- Nah, nah. It wasn't you, it was a problem that came from outside, like this one and I solved it anyway. It's okay now, you're fine, we're fine. I take care of everything as I always have and as I will continue to do. You don't have to think about it – he reassured her, hands moving up to hers, stroking her cheek, holding her shoulders.

That trial had come upon him for no reason, because of those who still doubted despite all he had done in those years, guaranteeing everyone better lives that they had not managed to achieve on their own for decades. It had been a low blow, thrown at her because she was now his weak point, but he'd gotten out of it anyway. He had gone out with her. Because whatever obstacle life put in front of him, he found a way to overcome it, it was in his nature and it was also in his nature to go further. Just like he was doing with her. They had gotten off to a bad start, but now they had a bond that no one out there could replicate and so it should continue to be.

- I just want you to tell me if something is wrong, I want to do my part if it's important and not find myself in situations like this like some shit that ends up in someone's foot during a fight-

- If I’ll ever need you by my side, I'll tell you. But don't think about it now. It's stupid, I'll take care of it.

It was his job, it was his role, and he was in control. She just had to stop worrying. It wasn't what he had in mind for her, not what he had planned, it wasn't what he wanted for her.

- Care of what? – he heard her ask in exasperation and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, resting his forehead on hers, inhaling her scent.

- Nothing, cause whatever they said to you its not true. Everything is fine. We're fine.

- Ro…- Y/N called him, his eyes fixed on hers and Roman nodded, his hand caressing the back of her neck with love and devotion, sinking into her soft hair.

- You have my word – he promised seriously and for a long moment, Y/N didn't move looking at him and deciding what to do.

He saw in her eyes the same expression that had haunted him for weeks, that judgment that had kept him in the balance, that had driven his wolf to try anything to win her approval. As if she was looking inside him for an answer and Roman remained silent to return her gaze, his fingers unable to stop moving along her skin, caressing her as he had done every night for the past month to help her fall asleep more quickly and give up completely into his arms. Who knows how long seemed to pass, his mood began to mount again, his patience to run out, but just as she had begun that speech, Roman saw her leave it with a heavy breath and a nod of her head, quick not so sure, to hide herself anyway in his neck and allow him to squeeze her again.

- I'm a man of my word - he reminded her, kissing her hair and feeling her hands tightening on his white shirt, behind his back, as if she were clinging to him.

- I know

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[cuddles-with-dragons]

Tech: You know, sometimes I really think I can be too straight. Fives, covered in bi merch and sipping an iced coffee: Sucks to be you.

Crosshair: *Stands in trash can.* Wrecker: Crosshair, not again! You're not trash, you're at least recycling!

Tech, to TAY-0: I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

Alpha: You speak Huttese? Fives: No, I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Tech speaks.

Tech: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Crosshair: It was me... Tech: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Alpha: You have friends and I envy that. Crosshair: You're welcome to share my friends. Alpha: *looks at Fives and Tech* Alpha: I don't want those.

Fives: All I did was maul Hunter, is that really such a crime? Alpha: Alpha: Yes?!

Tech: What’s your favorite color? Alpha: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Tech: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP? Alpha: My favorite color is blue.

Fives: Just trust your gut! Crosshair: I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.

Crosshair, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Alpha: Gray. Fives: Grey. Crosshair, turning to Wrecker: The idiots have spoken. Now tell them what color you think it is. Wrecker: Dark white.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where, if you can't beat them, join them.

Or the nineteenth installment of the Skz!pack prequel series.

A/N: Remember. You guys asked for this.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, skz!abo, poly!skz, omegaverse, pack!prequel, skz!pack prequel, prequel series, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz imagines, skz reactions, skz scenarios

Genre: Fluff, Intense, Suggestive

Warnings: Primal Play, Small mention of blood (it's from a scratch)

Title: Hide and Seek

“Unpresented huh?” 

You glance over at Chan as he sidles up to you, but your gaze is quickly drawn back to what-or who-has held your attention all evening.

“Mhm.” You hum in affirmation, distracted, as you take another gulp of overly pink boxed wine from the glass in your hand. 

It’s the second time Jeongin has hung out with the pack, and he seems to be fitting in well. 

He’s currently embroiled in some video game battle with Jisung and Felix-beaming from ear to ear, lit up, animated, excited-all of them yelling loudly, as they fight to battle each other for the win. 

As you watch, the round ends, and Jisung leans over to affectionately tousle the freshman’s unruly hair, hair the color of a vivid blood red sunset that hasn’t dimmed in the slightest since you and Chan first met him. 

Chan cocks his head, and you sigh, pulling your attention away from the trio as you lean around him to set your now empty glass into the kitchen sink. 

“Does that worry you?” 

You glance at him in surprise, and then shrug. 

Does it worry you? You don’t know.

“I dunno.” You admit honestly, before you sigh again, and Chan gives you a small smile, his eyes affectionate, as he leans over to swipe his fingers along the base of your throat, right over your scent gland. 

You instantly feel your muscles relax at the touch as he steps behind you to knead your shoulders, the scent of petrichor washing over you like a welcome wave. 

You lean back into the warmth of his body, and close your eyes for a moment, the sound of the players wafting in from the living room in the background. 

Chan nuzzles the skin of your throat with the cool tip of his nose, then presses a featherlight kiss to the underside of your jawline. 

“But it worries your wolf.” 

His words sink into your stomach like a heavy pit of truth, and you glance once more to Jeongin, happily eating another slice of pizza, egging Jisung on as he attempts to beat Felix, lost in the video game, in the camaraderie of his older brothers, in the feeling of pack. 

“If you guys could move, that’d be great.” Changbin appears then, bringing the smell of campfire into the kitchen, holding his glass and an emptied bag of chips, which he tosses into the trash before he turns back to you with an annoyed lift of his brow. “You’re blocking the fridge.” 

Chan murmurs an apology and you roll your eyes, but you move to let the other alpha through. 

He pulls out another box of cheap wine from inside and sets it on the counter, twisting the spout, situating his glass beneath the stream-white this time-before he glances at the pair of you once more. 

“What’re you guys whispering about over here anyway?” His lips tick up into the start of a smirk. “Please tell me it’s something hot that I can use as material later.” 

“Gross.” You make a face, and Chan huffs a little laugh, his breath tickling the back of your neck. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” 

Changbin sighs heavily, leaning up against the counter beside the two of you, and takes a long gulp from his wine glass. 

“Figures.” 

There is silence for a long moment, the three of you watching the chaos in the living room unfurl from afar, and then Changbin clears his throat. 

“The new kid. He seems nice.” You glance over to your boyfriend, swirling his wine thoughtfully around and around the bottom of his glass, and raise a brow. 

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Changbin nods confidently, emptying his glass in one fell swoop, before he places it in the sink beside your own. His brow furrows slightly. “My alpha’s a little unsure of him though.” 

You stare at him in surprise, Chan tensing behind you, but before you can ask what he means, Jisung tosses his controller to the side and flops dramatically onto the floor, his gaze sweeping to the three of you through the doorway as he announces, loud and whiny enough for you all to hear, “I’m bored! Let’s do something more exciting.” 

Changbin holds the beta’s gaze. “How is that my problem?” 

Jisung writhes around on the floor like he’s in physical pain, gripping his sides as he wails out, “Ah, Changbin-hyung, you’ve wounded me! I’m your problem, thus, my boredom is also your problem.” 

“Oh my god.” Chan mutters in exasperation behind you, even as you suck your bottom lip between your teeth to stop from laughing at your dramatic beta boyfriend’s antics. 

“Get up off the floor, Han Jisung, or I’ll get you up myself.” Minho threatens warningly from the couch, but it’s obviously an empty threat, because he doesn’t make a move to get up, or even look up from scrolling through his phone. 

Jisung stops writhing around and raises his head, fixing the alpha with a suggestive stare and a wicked smirk. 

“Is that a promise, hyung?” 

“Not if you’re going to enjoy it. I want you to be miserable.”

Jisung lets his head flop back to the floor with a heavy thud and a despair filled sigh. 

“None of you are any fun.” 

“I’m oodles of fun.” Seungmin deadpans from his own end of the couch, carefully turning to the next page of his book as if he hasn’t a care in the world. 

Jisung fixes him with a glare that he doesn’t pay attention to, and then turns to Jeongin and Felix, who are staring at him, controllers still held in their laps. 

“C’mon. Lixie? Innie?” Jisung wheedles, clasping his hands together like he’s begging. 

Felix opens his mouth, like he’s going to say something, but you know he’s pulling at straws, and then Jisung jumps up from his spot on the floor in a flash, clapping his hands excitedly, scaring the shit out of Hyunjin, who was halfheartedly dozing with his head in Minho’s lap. 

“Oh my god.” Jisung exclaims with a grin and another clap of his hands. “I know what we can do. Something we haven’t done for a while.” 

Behind you, Chan lets out a long breath through his nose and beside you, Changbin rolls his eyes. 

“What is it, Jisungie? And it better be legal.” 

Jisung looks offended. “Please, hyung.” He glances at Jeongin, covering his ears teasingly with his hands as he lowers his voice. “I would never suggest something like that when there’s a baby present.” 

Jeongin swats his hands away. 

“Anyway.” Jisung continues, looking entirely too gleeful now, and Chan is tense behind you once more. The beta’s eyes gleam wickedly. “We should play a good old round of hide and seek.” 

There is a moment of silence, and then Changbin says reluctantly from beside you. “That’s-actually not a bad idea.” 

Jisung fist pumps. 

“Yeah.” Chan agrees, surprisingly, rubbing at his neck, as he steps out from behind you and shrugs. “I could use a stress outlet after that last round of finals.” 

“I do love to seek.” Minho remarks dryly, flashing a dangerous looking grin that reveals white, sharp teeth. 

“Wait-” Jeongin speaks up, and you glance at Chan, your expression guarded, because you’d kind of forgotten he was here. 

The youngest glances around at the interested pack members, and then pointedly around to the small living room of Changbin’s apartment. 

“You wanna play hide and seek, like, here?” 

Jisung laughs and claps the youngest on the back, his dark eyes still bright with a manic, dangerous sort of energy. 

“Hell no.” He grins down at the freshman, who looks suddenly interested and terrified all at once. He squeezes the back of his neck. “We go outside, freshman.” 

The light in his eyes gleams. 

“Because this hide and seek? It’s owned by the wolves.” 

*******

You stretch your arm across your chest, warming up your muscles, and watch the way your exhales of breath leave your lips as a puff of frost in the cold night air, floating up and away from you until they disappear from sight. 

You lean over to stretch your calves, and Jeongin clears his throat from beside the car, catching your attention. 

“The quad?” He asks when you look at him, glancing around at the darkened middle ground of the campus, all open fields and a playground for the education students. 

You shake your head with a slight grin, but Hyunjin beats you to it, stepping up beside Jeongin and throwing a warm arm around his shoulders. 

“Nah, puppy, not the quad. The woods.” 

He gestures with his chin and Jeongin’s gaze follows his own, toward the edge of the neatly trimmed grass, down to the tangle of the taller brush, the dark trunks of the trees, disappearing into foggy blackness the further you go into the woods that edge the campus. 

Jeongin audibly gulps. 

“Don’t worry, freshie.” Jisung appears, grinning ear to ear, hopping from one foot to the other, his breath clouding as he chuckles gleefully. “You’re not gonna participate this time. You’re a spectator.” 

Curiosity replaces the slight fear on Jeongin’s face. 

“Don’t worry.” Hyunjin repeats, as he releases the youngest and leans over to tie one of his fancy, overly expensive tennis shoes. “It’s just as fun to watch and wait as it is to play.” 

You don’t know about that, but you don’t correct him, straightening up as Changbin arrives at your side, stretching his arms above his head in a practiced motion, wearing a sleeveless muscle tank even in the frigid temperature of the night. 

He blows out a long breath of air and claps his hands. 

“Alright, Minnie. Give us the spill.” 

Seungmin hops down from his spot on the hood of the car to stand beside Jeongin, holding his hands out, palms together, as if he’s a referee splitting up two opposing teams before a game. 

“Okay. This is Hide and Seek. First rule-” The beta holds up a finger for you all to see, as Chan and Minho come to flank your other side, Felix moving to stand beside Jisung. “-Don’t let campus security see you.” 

Jisung grins. 

“Second rule-” Seungmin holds up a second finger with a blankly serious expression on his face. “-Remember the first rule.” 

Jeongin is listening with rapt attention, curiosity all over his features, eyes fixed on the commanding presence of the beta. 

“Please present your teams.” 

Hyunjin leans against the car beside Jeongin. “I’ll sit this one out, Minnie. I’m not feeling it tonight.” 

Seungmin gives a brisk nod. “Right. So Hyunjin, Jeongin, and I will sit the round out. Everyone else, let your alignments be known.” 

You step over what feels like an imaginary line to join Jisung and Felix beside the car, across from the group of alphas. 

“I’ll join Prey tonight, since they’re down a member.” 

Jisung’s fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, staring down the three alphas across from you. 

Seungmin nods again. “Very well. So for Prey we have (Y/N), Jisung, and Felix.” He glances at the three men across from you, seeming to wait on some silent command from the beta referee. “For Predators we have Chan-hyung, Changbin-hyung, and Minho-hyung.” 

“Usually-” You hear Hyunjin lean over and whisper to a wide eyed Jeongin. “-it’s always the alphas as Predators, and the omegas and betas as Prey, but tonight, they’re spicing things up a bit.” 

Seungmin is walking down the imaginary line between you, passing out two different colors of scrunchies, listing off the rules of the game, even though you’ve all heard them a dozen times. 

You’d guess it’s more for Jeongin’s benefit than anyone else’s. 

You take your white scrunchy without a word and slide it onto your wrist. 

“Rules of the game-” Seungmin does a turn at the end of the line and stands with his arms crossed across his chest. “Predators-” He turns to the three alphas and motions to the matching black scrunchies around their wrists. “-your goal is to catch the prey. Once you’ve caught a member, you remove their scrunchie and bring them back to base. You’re both out of the game. If you succeed in capturing all the members of Prey before they remove your scrunchies, Predators win the round.” 

Seungmin turns his gaze to you, Jisung, and Felix now and the white scrunchies encircling your own wrists. 

“Prey-your goal is to escape and evade for as long as possible and steal the Predators scrunchies before they can catch you. Once you’ve succeeded in gaining all the black scrunchies, your team returns to base and that’s the end of the round. Prey wins.” 

You glance at Jeongin, wondering if he thinks you’re all crazy, if he’s scared, if he’s ready to turn heel and run. 

He looks nothing but openly intrigued. 

“Everyone understand?” 

You all nod silently, and you don’t know about the others, but your brain is already going into strategy mode, gauging how long it’s going to take you to get to the edge of the forest before the Predators are released. 

Your wolf growls gleefully, ready to run. 

Seungmin returns to stand beside the car, and Jeongin and Hyunjin. 

“Good.” He glances down at the watch he insists on wearing around his wrist, like some archaic relic of the past, and holds out a hand. “Prey gets a fifteen second head start. On my mark.” 

Minho locks gazes with you across the invisible line, eyes gleaming dangerously, tongue darting out to lick across the razor sharp tips of his canines. 

Your stomach coils in delicious anticipation.

Fifteen seconds. He mouths to you silently, lips pulling back in a smile that reminds you of a shark smelling blood. 

Chan crouches low to the ground, muscles taut and ready. 

Beside you, Jisung licks his lips and his gaze darts to the waiting treeline. 

“Get set.” 

Changbin shakes out his shoulders, grinning easily, but you see it, see the gold ringing his brown irises, see the wolf in the depths of his easy demeanor, waiting, watching. 

Felix releases a long, controlled breath through his nose and his hands clench at his sides. 

Seungmin waves his arm down in a harsh streak of movement. 

“Go.” 

Minho swipes his tongue across his lips, curled upward into a hungry smirk. 

Run. 

You take off toward the trees and the darkened woods without a backward glance. 

You’re aware of Jisung and Felix hot on your heels, their breaths harsh, their movements quick, and you hear Jisung let out an exhilarated whoop over the sound of your own blood pounding loudly in your ears. 

You grin at the sound, and push yourself faster, harder, the trees just ahead. 

You hit the edge of the woods, and you split up without a word, silently communicating, as you disappear into different directions, pushing deeper into the darkness of the trees. 

You skid around an especially large tree, narrowly avoiding the reaching branches as they try to tangle in your hair, whip at your cheeks, and slide down a shallow embankment, into a dry creek bed. 

How long has it been? More than fifteen seconds, you know that. 

They’re coming.

You don’t linger on the thought, instead, letting it feed your adrenaline, as you follow the creek bed around a bend, and leap easily, without a thought, over a large fallen tree. 

Your wolf howls with delight, eager to stretch its legs, eager to keep going, more, more, more. 

You sprint up the opposite side of the creekbed, alert as you stop for a moment, only long enough to catch your breath, as you carefully check the surrounding air. 

Nothing. No familiar scents on the stiff breeze. 

You feel glee pool hot in your stomach amid the swirling adrenaline, the rush of the hunt. 

They haven’t found your trail. Not yet at least. 

You take off again, running blindly through the jet black woods, your night vision kicking in now, and as you’re skirting a shallow stream of water, you hear it. 

There’s a surprised yelp from your right, echoing through the silence of the night, and your gut clenches instinctively as you freeze, coming to a stop so quickly that you almost stumble, silent, frozen, listening. 

That sounded like Jisung. 

There is deafening silence, and then a howl rings through the night, eerie and forbidding. 

Dammit. Someone had been caught. 

You can’t stay here any longer, that was too close for comfort. 

You start jogging again, away from where you had heard the yelp, away from the direction of the howl, ducking under low hanging branches and easily avoiding thick patches of sticky foliage, clawing at your legs through your leggings.

A particularly pesky, pointed branch scratches your cheek as you dart by, eliciting a sharp swear from beneath your breath, reaching up to swipe your fingers across the shallow gash, dripping crimson blood down your chin and onto your shirt. 

You don’t stop, pushing forward, even though your cheekbone is stinging and your lungs are aching for each labored breath. 

You wade through a patch of mud, sucking at your tennis shoes, breathing through your mouth to scent better, to stay quieter, and as you round a particularly large tree in the middle of a small grove of willow thin aspens, you hear it. 

The snap of a branch-sharp, staccato, loud in the muffled silence of the woods. 

You duck behind the large trunk of the towering tree, and instantly freeze, holding as still as possible, as you listen, wait, every hair on your body on end, your wolf growling low and warning. 

Another snap-whoever it is, they’re not particularly worried about you hearing them-closer, and then-

Amber. Bergamot. 

Minho. 

The scent tickles your nose, and you carefully clamp a hand over your nose and mouth, trying to silence your breaths all together as you shrink back against the tree, the rough bark of the trunk digging into your spine. 

Shit. 

A soft footfall, you can tell, he’s on the edge of the aspen grove now, just outside of your hiding spot, and the blood pounding in your ears is so loud, you’re not sure why he hasn’t heard it yet. 

You bite down on your tongue as he takes another step forward, then-

“C’mon, kitten. I know you’re here somewhere. Let’s not play hard to get now.” 

His voice is a low purr, washing over you like a velvet stream, and everything inside of you is screaming for air, but you keep your hand firmly over your nose and mouth, leaning your head back against the tree as you screw your eyes shut, forcing yourself to try and remain as unmoving and impassive as possible. 

Don’t let him smell you, focus on keeping neutral, don’t give yourself away. 

The steadying feel of the tree against your back is doing nothing for the sudden trembling in your legs. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

You hear him chuckle, low and dangerous in the back of his throat, and it’s closer now, and you faintly entertain the idea of trying to run, but you know, Minho is faster, know he’d catch you easily. 

Your best bet is to remain where you are. 

“(Y/N).” He says your name in a sort of singsong way, a way that has your stomach curling in equal parts fear and anticipation. “I’m not a patient man. I don’t like being kept waiting. Give up your little game, and alpha will reward you.” 

You bite down on your lip to muffle a whimper, so hard that you taste copper, and you’re fairly certain it’s not from the earlier scratch. 

Another foot step, another crunch beneath the sole of his boot, and his voice drops an octave, the alpha timber leaking through in the way he growls his next words, making you shiver. 

“Be a good girl, kitten, and let me get my hands on you.” 

Your lungs are screaming at you to take a full breath, to release the pressure in your chest, and when you do, when you give in, gasping for air, Minho pounces. 

“Aha.” He announces triumphantly as he leaps around the trunk of the tree, pinning you in place instantly with his palms on either side of your head. His dark eyes swirl golden, and though he’s clearly been running just as hard and fast as you, or even more so, he looks perfect, effortlessly wind swept, like he’s just stepped out of the pages of a goddamn magazine. “There you are.” 

You can’t even bring yourself to be mad that he caught you. 

You stare up at him with wide eyes, his pupils impossibly black in the moonlight, and when you speak, you’re annoyed that your voice comes out more than a little breathless, and not because of the running. 

“Here I am. You caught me.” 

You hold out your wrist that’s covered by the white scrunchie toward him, and he barely glances at it. 

“I’ll take that when I’m good and ready.” 

You blink at him in surprise, and Minho smirks, predatory and dangerous. 

“Oh, you thought catching you was my only goal? Oh no, sweetheart-” His smirk widens till the sharp tips of his teeth are on display as he leans into your space, running his nose down the column of your throat, your heartbeat once again thundering in your ears. “-I’ve got a far better goal in mind for both of us.” 

You swallow hard and try not to squirm as he lets his teeth graze the curves of your collarbone. 

“And what’s that?” 

Your voice didn’t tremble, that’s a win. You’ll take it. 

Minho inhales, long and deep against your skin, like he’s savoring your scent, and when he pulls back, the gold in his eyes is newly minted, swirling hot and heavy and wild. 

He cocks his head, studying you blankly for a moment, then he scoffs. 

“Please.” He leans in close again, caging you in with his arms, and you’re swallowed up in the depths of his heated, scornful gaze. “I can smell it on you.” 

And then he catches you off guard by letting his fingers trail across the inside of your thighs, even though they’re covered in material, and you instinctively squeeze them together, because he’s right, beneath your leggings, beneath your underwear, you’re undeniably wet and sticky with want. 

Your arousal is palpable. 

“So.” Minho continues, gripping your chin in his long, cool fingers, making you meet his gaze, hold it as he slowly drags his tongue across his full lips in an obscenely lewd gesture. 

Fuck. 

He lets his hand slip down the column of your throat, tracing the divots of your collarbone thoughtfully, agonizingly slowly, before he finally lets his palm rest against your throat, right above your frenzied pulse, his fingers looped around your neck like a choker made of human flesh. 

“We have some time before Channie catches Felix. He wanted to draw it out. Sadist.” He chuckles ruefully, darkly, shaking his head, and then glances up at you with a slight smirk, his pupils unimaginably dark, deep, sucking you in. 

He arches a dark brow at you, and you’re surprised you’re not panting, drooling, begging at his feet, as a wave of particularly strong amber washes over you, making your knees weak. 

He leans in close, and you feel his teeth at your throat. 

“How about we explore my other goal a bit-have a little fun-before I ultimately turn you in, kitten, and claim my prize?” 

*********

When you both show back up to the waiting car after more than a little amount of suspicious time-Minho looking cockier than ever, twirling your white scrunchie around his wrist as you trail behind him, inconspicuously straightening your clothes-Jisung’s staged and ready for a fight. 

Everyone else is already back. 

“What the hell took you guys so long?” 

Minho places the white scrunchie into Seungmin’s palm and barely spares the annoyed beta a glance. 

“Hunting is a skill, Han Jisung.” 

Jisung glares. “Yeah, so is evading, but neither of them take that fucking long.” 

“Hey, it’s not our fault you got caught first.” You quip back, pushing your hair out of your face with the help of Minho’s own black Predator marker. “Don’t be a sore loser, Sungie.” 

He flips you off, and you grin at him innocently in return. 

Chan tosses Minho the keys to the car, and the alpha slides into the driver’s seat, starting the car even as Seungmin announces over the roar of the sputtering engine, “That’s it then. I only have white scrunchies. Predators win. Again.” He adds sourly under his breath, pulling Hyunjin into the backseat with him.

“It doesn’t matter who wins.” Chan is saying, like a father teaching a lesson to his petulant children, as he slides into the passenger seat beside Minho. “What matters is that we let the wolves out for a bit to stretch their legs and we all had fun.” 

Changbin shoots you a look, mouths, ‘help me’ at you, and forces himself into the backseat beside Hyunjin and Seungmin, pulling Felix onto his waiting lap as he does so.  

You sling an arm around Jeongin’s shoulders as everyone finishes piling back into the car, like a group of clowns headed to the circus.

 A bunch of sweaty, fulfilled, spent clowns.  

“So? How was your first Hide and Seek, Yang Jeongin?” 

He glances up at you with eyes impossibly wide, and then his teeth appear as he grins, eyes scrunching. 

You feel your heart give out in your chest, and not from all the running. 

“That was so cool! I can’t wait to try it sometime!” 

Jisung appears out of nowhere at your side, still glowering, scaring the shit out of you as you noticeably jump. 

“Fuck.”

Jisung ignores your startled outburst and narrows in on the youngest standing beside you, pointing warningly at him as his fingertip jabs into his narrow chest. 

“Just know, the alphas are a big ass bunch of cheaters, and don’t let them convince you otherwise.” 

“How in the world did we cheat, Jisung?” Changbin calls out the back window of the packed car, his voice exasperated, though you can’t see him, buried beneath Felix and Hyunjin. 

Jisung rolls his eyes and mutters something insulting sounding under his breath, before he stomps off to the other side of the car. 

Minho honks the horn and leans out the driver’s side window with a pointed glare in your direction. 

“C’mon, you two. Get in the damn car. It smells like a zoo in here.” 

You grin and rustle Jeongin’s hair affectionately, and he returns the expression, before he takes your hand and follows you to the car and the overflowing banter from the pack within. 

Your pack. 

“I call first dibs on the shower when we get back.” 

“No way in hell. First caught doesn’t deserve first shower.” 

“Fuck you!” 

“You could’ve, and you also could’ve fucked Changbin-hyung if you had saved some time and not sucked so much at the game.” 

“Please for the love of god, leave me out of this.” 

“Pups. Don’t make your father or I come back there.” 

“Is Chan-hyung the father in this scenario?” 

“Obviously.” 

*Deep Sigh* “Oh my god.” 

“At least someone got to fuck in this scenario, hm, Minho-hyung and noona?” 

“No way, I took a vow of celibacy when I became a nun.” 

“Hah. You’re not a nun!......are you?” 

“How was it anyway, the woods sex?” 

“Someone answer me! I’m freaking out a little bit here!” 

*Even Deeper Sigh* “She’s not a nun, Jisung.” 

“Oh thank god.” 

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Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

[afrogmentioned]

The Invitation

Itadori Yuuji, a young Japanese-American man, finds himself without a family after his grandfather's death. Despite his strong bond with his friends Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, he reconnects with his long-lost family through a DNA test. Unfortunately, they see an opportunity where he sees a family.

wc: 1,024

ship: sukuita

characters: Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, (Choso, Sukuna, Uraume -> not here yet)

notes: creating my JJK tumblr and balancing my fics (1) here before posting again (fingers crossed)

PART ONE: SALVATION

CHAPTER ONE: ALONE NO MORE

The tag of his white shirt was rubbing against Yuuji's nape, he should have cut it before leaving his flat he thought for a while. The little piece of fabric was slowly getting on his nerves, and the fundraiser kept on going as if it would never stop. He almost sighed as he went past a woman in what was probably a month's worth of his salary. Yuuji smiled and showed the tray he was holding: 

“Beef carpaccio?” He offered the woman. She looked him up and down and ignored him.

Yuuji kept walking through the crowd. One man got close enough to smell him and recognizing the sweet honeyed scent of an omega, he winked at him. Yuuji almost barfed in his mouth. He looked back at the bar where Nobara was filling the champagne glass, looking as if she wanted to open her wrists with a broken flute. Yuuji chuckled and kept asking around him if people wanted to eat beef carpaccio. One woman didn’t even turn and shushed him as she watched whatever CEO talking about his company's annual growth. He couldn’t wait until this was over.

Megumi was already in the kitchen putting food in plastic containers for them to take home. Yuuji almost begged him to leave the beef carpaccio out of his, he couldn’t even handle the smell of it now that he had carried a tray of raw meat the entire evening. Megumi’s tips were on the table waiting for Yuuji’s and Nobara’s, they would slip the total amount into three, and sometimes, depending on their finances, one of them would get a bigger cut to be able to pay their rent.

Nobara opened the doors to the kitchen and sighed loudly before trashing her heels. She fetched the tips from her pockets and slammed the money on the countertop. Yuuji started counting when a small bag dropped in front of him and another in front of Megumi:

“I managed to snatch three of them,” Nobara grinned. “I think there is wine in it.”

“Drunkard,” Yuuji teased still counting the bills.

“Ass, You’re letting me sleep at yours as an apology.”

Megumi snorted before he closed the last plastic container and handed it to Nobara. He pocketed his share of the tips and turned to face Nobara: 

“I got one ass grazing,” he said matter-of-factly. Nobara whistled.

“Boobs ogling, I’m not mad I’m pretty sure I got bigger tips because of it.”

“One ass squeeze and a couple of rude sniffs,” Yuuji smiled from where he stood.

“Fucking alphas,” Nobara sighed.

In the end, Megumi and Nobara slept at Yuuji’s, they knew it was his birthday. Even if he didn’t say anything, Yuuji felt relieved to spend the evening with them. It was only his second birthday since his grandfather had passed, and last year had been miserable, Yuuji was determined to spend a better one this year.

Toothbrush between her teeth, Nobara opened his bathroom door and poked her head into the living room:

“Whot wash it about twuday?”

“Some kind of genealogy tree with DNA,” Megumi answered speaking fluently mouthful Nobara.

“I shink there is a free techt in the bags.”

Yuuji looked in his gift bag and found a small bottle of white wine, chocolates and plastic wrapping which would change his life forever. A house kit DNA test. Megumi was staring at him from his side of the couch: 

“You wanna try?” Yuuji asked.

“Nah, got enough disappointing family members with my dad, I don’t need more. You?”

“I don’t know,” Yuuji hesitated. “It’s just, it’s always been my grandad and me. And now I feel kind of alone, I know I have you guys but sometimes I just want to know where I came from and stuff, what was the deal with my family,” Megumi didn’t answer for a while.

“It’s your decision Yuuji, you’re more my family than my dad, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Yuuji answered slowly eaten by guilt. Megumi was his family too, and Nobara too. But sometimes, in the loneliness of his flat, he couldn’t be sure of his place in the world.

“Dude, do the test, maybe you’re an heir to a big family or something. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a test,” Megumi added. “I don’t know how it feels to be alone, to have no one to call family. I got my mom’s side and Tsumiki. What I want to say is: do it if you want to.”

“Thanks,” Yuuji mumbled. Megumi wasn’t always the most articulate, it probably took a lot from him to say all of that. It felt like a lot to Yuuji. “You’re like a brother to me, you know that?”

Megumi didn’t answer but he smiled at him and dropped his head against Yuuji’s shoulder. Nobara went to sit on the other side of Yuuji and dropped herself over him, she had probably been listening to them. She smelled of mint toothpaste and Megumi of the caramel candies he had been eating. Yuuji sighed, slowly he felt his shoulders relax and the nagging headache he had had for a while receded. It felt like a home. Like a family. He enjoyed it, tomorrow his flat would be cold and empty.

Yuuji dropped the DNA test in the mail. It was just a stupid test like Megumi said. It didn’t mean anything and it would probably not show any result. For all he knew he was a simple Japanese-American man whose family had immigrated in the late nineteenth century. He probably had estranged cousins or no one at all. Determined to forget all about it Yuuji went back to his normal life as a waiter and artist. He focused even more on his tasks in order to have his brain focus on something else than refreshing his ancestry page. He didn’t talk about it with Megumi or Nobara too happy to spend time with them when they could meet up. Until one evening, when he was cutting the cucumbers to make tzatziki his phone beeped. 

Congratulations

You have one (1) DNA match!

Masterpost

Next Chapter

Chapter List

[anon-e-miss]

The Thirteenth Bride - 4

“Your orginator was more understanding than I expected,” Barricade said after he reunited with Ricochet in his chambers.

”I told ya he’d be chill,” Ricochet said. “He wouldn’t o’ been anythin’ o’ the sort if I’d abandoned ya after sparkin’ ya up.”

”He wouldn’t have known,” Barricade countered.

”He’d o’ sniffed out my guilty conscience,” Ricocet replied. “He’s got his ways, ‘n he woulda had my hide.

”What about the your allies?” Barricade asked. “The Thirteen Brides?”

”After the mess the brides for Jazz made, don’t think any o’ them’ll be dumb ‘nough to start scrap,” Ricochet replied. “Ain’t a bad look ya know, me havin’ a beta bride.”

”How do you figure that?” Barricade asked.

”Takes a virile Alpha to spark up a beta, Sweetspark,” Ricochet teased him as he swept Barricade into his arms. “‘N to keep’m that way.”

“Lech!” Barricade laughed as Ricochet stripped him.

“Ya bring out the best o’ me,” Ricochet declared.

Barricade did not have the chance to sneer, not when Ricochet’s mouth covered his and pushed him down onto the berth. It was a far nicer berth room than the tents they had shared. Barricade had a mercenary foot soldier, hardly a fit match for a king but Ricochet had refused to see sense and it seemed his kin were similarly deranged. Even his twin’s omega mate seemed inclined to accept the break from tradition. Prowl was an unexpected comfort. Their backgrounds could not have been more different, Prowl being the creation of a noble house and Barricade being gutter trash. Nevermind Prowl was an omega and Barricade was a beta and Prowl was so much smarter but they had been able to talk and Barricade had been able to relax a little.

“Oh frag!” Barricade cursed as Ricochet sheathed his spike in Barricade’s wet, tight valve.

It was always an incredible, vent stealing stretch. There was a reason betas usually took it in the aft. Their valves were naturally shallow and slower to stretch. Ricochet held his legs up in the air and Barricade watched as Ricochet’s great Alpha girth split him open. Even when he was so full Barricade thought he would burst, Ricochet thrust deeper and deeper. He pinned Barricade’s legs to his shoulders and pressed him flat to the berth and took him hard and fast as Barricade’s coarse shoots spilled over into unintelligible squeaks and squeals. Ricochet’s knot strained his folds white as broke into his aching, scorching frame. He felt the hot rush of Ricochet’s transfluids flood him, filling his gestational tank. It was only a third the size of an omega’s and could not hold an Alpha’s full load. It always gushed out of him when Ricochet pulled out. Barricade groaned as his belly stretch taunt. Ricochet sat straight as he fragged Barricade’s full tank. Flooding it with still more hot transfluids.

“Gah,” Barricade grunted as his belly popped as his gestational tank expanded beyond the limits of his schematics. Ricochet leered down at him.

“Gonna keep ya so full ya can taste my transfluids,” Ricochet promised him, dragging his thumb over Barricade’s slack mouth . “Y’re gonna ache wit it.”

He was not exaggerating. Stretch marks covered Barricade’s belly as his sentio-metallic was stretched taunt over his bloated gestational tank. A plug lodged in his valve ensured not a drop of transfluid was wasted. Like Prowl, Barricade wore his crown around his waist, over his rounded belly because it was the spark he carried that had made him Ricochet’s consort. He was relieved that he had only kindled with one newspark and not two as Prowl had. Crystals that hung from his doorwings and the wrap Prowl had made for him jingled when he walked. When Barricade held court with Ricochet on his throne, he almost looked like he belonged there. What would the Sovereign Princes of Kalis and Uraya think if they knew one of the Polyhexian princes they had elected king had made an urchin his bride?

The crown around his waist felt heavy though it hardly weighed anything at all. They only accepted Barricade as Ricochet’s bride because he had kindled the king’s spark. But kindling was only the beginning, really it was the easiest part of the process. There were already signs his beta frame was unfit for this duty. The newspark had not split away from his spark and descended into his forge. If it did not do so soon it would be too large and it would be snuffed out. If he could not bare Ricochet creations, how could he be his bride? What would happen then? Ricochet took his servos. He had hoped that the medics scans would have shown some progress but everything was still the same.

“Don’t worry, Cade,” Ricochet assured him. “Mark my glyph, by light-cycle that newspark will be safely settled in yer belly.”

“Rico!” Barricade wailed as the Sybian he was trapped on plunged up into his exhausted frame.

“Just a little longer,” Ricochet hushed him.

Barricade tossed his helm as his frame shook. His wells bounced as he was jostled by the sybian. Like his belly, they were covered in stretch marks as they had doubled in size so quickly. He has developed omega curves on his beta frame in the last ten stellar-cycles. His belly had swollen even further as his forge had extended as it began construction on his newspark and it was only the beginning. The spark chamber for his creation was complete. What was needed now was for the newspark to split off from his spark and to descend into his forge. It had not happened yet.

“That’s it, sexy-ori,” Ricochet said as Barricade screamed as he overloaded still again. His vocalized shorted as Ricochet adjusted the sybian to frag him harder and faster. “Overload for me, Cade. Ain’t gonna stop til that newspark’s settled in yer belly.”

His face was buried in his pillow as Ricochet held his hips up and took him from behind. Barricade could hardly feel it, he had been trapped on the sybian for three mega-cycles straight, being plundered with toys of every possible size and shape. He has been left gaping, loose and sloppy all over and without a single thought in his helm. Ricochet’s knot did not even strain his folds as he locked them together. His transfluids, burning with charge made Barricade’s oversensitized nodes spark and he twitched as a small overload scorched his circuits. Even when Ricochet released his hips, Barricade did not move. He was spent.

“Don’t ya they would need to cut it,” Ricochet said, nuzzling Barricade’s neck when he stirred joors later.

That had been the issue. The newspark should have dropped into Barricade’s forge half a stellar-cycle ago but it had stayed in well rooted in his spark. The medics had started talking about severing the connection but that risked bondshock and the guttering of the newspark and even scarring on Barricade’s spark. Punch had suggested they might try overloading his spark to trigger a natural release of the newspark. Barricade had not been optimistic but then he had not quite known what Ricochet had indended.

“Did it settle?” Barricade asked, yawning loudly.

“Ratchet said it’s snug in it’s chamber,” Ricochet replied. “Ya recharge right through the exam.”

“I don’t think I can move,” Barricade groaned.

“That’s a’ight,” Ricochet replied, cuddling against his back. “Ya earned a break.”

[medusapelagia]

09 AU-gust: Cleaning Crew

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: omegaverse, implied reference to prostitution, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Dad Steve Harrington WC: 2643

Since he started working for a cleaning company three years ago, Steve has never gotten a complaint. He is quick and tidy and when he leaves the house he always leaves a bouquet. It’s not that he has money to spare but it feels good leaving some flowers on the kitchen counter even if it’s not his. Some clients even tip him for it. His work is really appreciated and some clients started to request him specifically. This means more money but less time with his little bug. Every morning, when he leaves the house, his little bundle of joy is still sleeping, and when he comes home they hardly have enough time to play and have dinner, and then his baby girl is ready for bed. “You work too much.” Robin scolds him while cleaning the dinner plates. “I need the money, Rob. You know that.” “You could try to find a better job! Or a new position at the cleaning company.” She insists. “What if they fire me, Rob? I’m an unmated omega with a child! And there is only one kind of job for people like me!”

She shakes his head “That’s not true! I know it’s harder for you but you could go to community college and…” “Look. I don’t have enough time to spend with Elisabeth and you are trying to convince me to go to community college? It makes no sense!” “It would be just for a little bit, and I could help with Lizzie!” She already helps a lot, he can’t ask her anything more. “I’m going to bed. Tomorrow it’s my day off and I’m eager to spend it with Lizzie.”

***

His phone is buzzing. He opens his eyes but it’s still dark. He looks at the caller: Chrissy, his boss. “Hello?” “Hi, Steve! I’m really sorry to bother you but I need a favor. One of our clients had a party last night and tomorrow they are going to do a shooting in the house. His manager requested our best cleaner, saying he would pay double, and I immediately thought of you.” Fuck. It’s his day off! He was already thinking about going to the park with Lizzie and… “Send me the address.” He replies with a sigh he can’t really turn down someone willing to pay him double. His little girl stirs in her sleep. He hugs her, whispering in his ear “I hope one day you’ll know that I’m doing this for you.” He kisses the crown of her head and then he wakes up Robin “Are you up for babysitting duty?” “But I thought…” “They pay double.” She looks sadly at him but nods “I’ll leave her with Vicky. It’s that ok?”

***

The house seems like a battlefield. There are bottles everywhere: whoever the owner is, he likes to party hard. He has already filled four bags of trash with just bottles: it’s a mix of expensive champagne and cheap beers and some bottles of wine. There is a big stain of red wine on a white couch that Steve already knows that it’s going to be a bitch to clean, but he will because he is the best. He works hard, cleaning every surface while he blasts the music in his earphones and dances around the kitchen. He is so concentrated that he doesn’t hear the client entering the kitchen and he yells when he touches him on the shoulder “What the fuck man! You scared me to death!” Steve barks, turning off his headphones and trying to slow his breathing. “Sorry, I thought you heard me. You are quite a dancer by the way.” Steve studies the man for a moment. His voice is rougher than it was and he looks older than he is but he is undoubtedly the same man he knew. The one that left him while he was pregnant. He can’t smell anymore, but he is sure that he still smells of sandalwood. The man’s nose wrinkles. “Why are you upset?” He doesn’t remember him. He got him pregnant but he doesn’t remember him! “I’m just pissed because you interrupted me. Now if you let me finish I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” “Good. I just wanted to offer you a coffee.” “I’m fine, thanks.” He gets closer “You smell familiar? Have we met before?” Steve shakes his head, lying “Maybe I cleaned your house before.” “Did you?” He keeps silent. He can’t fucking smell but he can. “That’s what I thought. Why are you lying to me, sugar?” He keeps still. His alpha’s hormones are futile with him. He just has to… His phone starts to buzz and he looks at the caller: Vicky. “Steve I’m sorry but Lizzie is unwell and she keeps asking for you. I think it’s just a cold but…” “I’m on my way.” The man at his side glares at him “I thought you had a job to do.” “Yeah. Picking up my sick child is more important than cleaning after a wasted shithead!” He rebukes, then he changes back and is ready to leave when the man stops him “I’m sorry. I was a dick.” He puts a pair of crumpled bills in his hand. “I don’t need your pity, Eddie.” He says leaving the house “Do we know each other?” the alpha asks again but he is already in his car.

***

“Steve, I want to talk to you. Can you come to my office as soon as you finish cleaning the house you are working at?” That doesn’t sound good. “Am I in trouble?” “I’d like to talk about that in person. Is that a problem?” It’s not a problem but it’s not good news either. “I’ll be there in an hour, ok?” “Perfect.” He tries not to worry while he finishes working but he can’t. He can’t lose this job. He has a child and… He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He has done nothing wrong. He is the best. He leaves flowers in strangers’ houses. It can’t be bad, right?

***

“Listen, it’s the first time that we got a complaint about you so I wanted to talk to you personally.” A complaint about him? Who? Why? “Do you remember the job I gave you a couple of weeks ago? It was last minute but with double pay?” Shit. “I don‘t know if you knew that but that was Eddie Munson’s house and his manager was quite pissed because you didn’t clean the house properly.” “I already told you, I got an emergency. I cleaned all I could and I didn’t take the money for the job.” “I know that, but Nancy Wheeler is quite a name in the system, and if she starts talking trash about our services we are doomed.” He nods “I’m sorry. Lizzie was unwell and she needed me.” “I know that you have a child, Steve, and I tried to be supportive, but if you can guarantee a good job maybe you should find another place of employment.” “Are you fucking kidding me? You want to fire me because a drunken music star couldn’t clean after himself while my child was unwell? It was my fucking day off! And still, I was there.” “I told you they were going to pay double. You could have told me that you couldn’t and I would have asked someone else.” “Lizzie was ok when I left…” “Listen, I don’t want to talk about that. You have two options: or you can convince Nancy Wheeler that we are the best or you can find yourself another job.” “Thank you, Chrissy. You are really a friend!” “I hired you when none else would!” “And now you are threatening to fire me!” he yells back, getting up so abruptly that the chair falls to the ground. They stare at each other for a long moment, then Steve says “I’ll see what I can do.” and leaves the office slamming the door behind him.

***

He hasn’t drunk in three years. Not even on Year's Eve. And now he is fucking drunk and parked a few miles away from Eddie’s house. He is sure that he has some kind of security so he should sleep it off in his car and go back home. He should. If he was clever enough. But he never was the sharpest tool in the box. He gets out of the car and gets to the gate, the code is still the same as he used two weeks ago, and so is the door’s one. Five minutes and he is inside the stupid mansion. “Eddie!” he starts to scream, drunkenly “Eddie!” He doesn’t even know if he is on tour or what else. Maybe he is just making a fool out of himself for nothing. But the man is there. “Sugar. I thought you had enough of me.” he replies with a smirk. Steve gets closer to him. trying to slap his face, but Eddie is quicker and grabs his wrist before he reaches him. “What the hell do you want from my life? Haven’t you done enough? Leaving me pregnant was not enough for you? Now you are going to make me lose my job?” he yells “I know that I mean nothing to you, but I need my fucking job, ok? I have to pay for the rent, and the food, and my pup deserves the world and I’m going to give it to her! So say to your fucking manager that you are a dick and that the cleaning company is a good one!” he starts to cry without even noticing “I need the job. I really do. I don’t want to be back on the streets again…” He still remembers how hard it was before he met Robin. How cold the streets were, how no one helped him, and the few that did help wanted something back as a payment for their generosity. He will not get back to the street. He can’t. He really can’t. “What the hell are you talking about? Who the fuck are you.” “I’m Steve, you fucking moron! I’m your high school sweetheart! Do you remember that? Do you remember prom? When you drove me to the woods and we made love and the next day you disappeared?” “Steve? That’s not possible. He died. He died in the arson of his house a couple of weeks after I got my first contract. How the fuck do you know about him?!” “What the hell are you saying? I left the house as soon as that fucking test turned blue! My parents weren’t going to raise a bastard, that's what they said! They called my little bug a bastard!” He falls to his knees, too overwhelmed by the alcohol and the emotion. “Is it you? Is it really you? Why is your smell so… off?” “I… I had a difficult birth. I almost died during childbirth. They saved my life but I lost my ability to smell.” he tries to explain while Eddie kneels with him on the floor. “Is that you? Is that really you?” Eddie keeps asking, trying to find his scent under the alcohol. “It’s me…” he whispers between the tears “I need my job. Please, Eddie, I have never asked anything from you but I need my job. I really do.” Eddie picks him up bridal style and takes him to his room. Steve hears him talking with the security but he is too tired and confused. “Sleep, omega.” he whispers in his ear, and all he can do is obey his alpha.

***

Steve wakes up with a startle. He is not in the apartment he shares with Robin and Lizzie is not sleeping at his side. “Lovebug?” he calls, confused and with a terrible headache. On the nightstand, there is a glass of water and a couple of pills. He takes them and when the door of the room opens he is surprised to see Eddie holding a tray with breakfast. “The pancakes are burnt, but the eggs are edible.” he says. “Eddie? What are you doing here?” “It’s my home, Steve.” “Your home? Oh shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry! I was fucking drunk! I didn’t mean to come here, but Chrissy was going to fire me and…” “Your job it’s safe and your lovely housemate is taking care of Elizabeth.” “How do you know her name?” “Your phone kept buzzing and I had to answer. She wasn’t very happy to find out that you almost blacked out at my place but she agreed that it was better to let you sleep it off here and not in your car.” “Lizzie?” “I’m sure she is fine. Do you want me to drive you home?” Steve studies him for a moment “You want to meet her.” he states. Eddie shrugs and then sits on Steve’s bed “Are you sure she is mine?” Steve burst out in a laugh “I’m very sure Eddie. You are the only alpha I have been with. And she looks just like you. Can you give me my wallet please? It’s in the back pocket of my pants.” Eddie takes Steve’s pants and gives him his wallet, inside there is an old picture of Steve holding Lizzie, it was her first birthday. “She has your eyes. And your freckles.” Eddie says, caressing the picture. “And your hair, and your smile. And Wayne's nose I think, but it’s still too soon to say.” “I have a daughter…” Eddie says, astonished. “You do. And it’s the most lovely kid in the world.” Steve studies Eddie’s reaction, then he asks “Would you like to meet her? She knows nothing about you. Only that his dad is a musician and that he is always on tour.” “You would let me?” Steve sighs “I hated you for so long Eddie, but I’m not so cruel to keep you away from your child. If you really want to meet her you have to promise me that you’ll be present in her life, that this is not just a whim of the moment, and that you will stop drinking like you do.” “I’m not the one who was totally wasted last night!” Eddie rebukes, offended. “My house, my rules.” Steve insists “And you will not meet her soon. I want to prepare her and be sure that she wants to meet you too. If she says no then it’s over. Is that ok for you?” “At one condition.” “What?” “That no matter what, if Lizzie wants to meet me or not, both of you will receive a percentage of my royalties.” “I can’t accept that. I have my job and… Oh god. I do have a job, right? Chrissy didn’t fire me for coming here?” Eddie hugs him, trying to calm the omega with his pheromones even knowing that he can’t smell properly. “You are good. You still have your job, your kid, and your house, ok? Now rest a little more and then we will speak.” Eddie is still holding the picture in his hands. “Keep it. I have more pictures at home.” Eddie nods, lying in the bed with his omega “Can I hold you?” “Did you miss me?” he asks teasingly. “Every single day. I thought you were dead. I thought I was going to die too. Without you. But my death was slower.” Eddie kisses his head “Will you tell me what happened?” “I will. But not now.” “Sleep love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” “You will?” “Of course. I'm not going to leave you again sweetheart.”

***

Since he started working for a cleaning company three years ago, Steve has never gotten a complaint. The only one that he got brought him back to the love of his life and to their newfound family.

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Silver over Gold

ch. 2: Shattered

ch.1 ao3

Summary:

After his fight with Steve, Eddie feels worse than ever. He barely gets a few hours of solitude before Robin shows up. Steve and Wayne have a difficult conversation

Robin is out of pocket in this one tbh. I always see fics where she just says whatever she wants and has no consequences so...here she does!

Ch.2

Wayne tucked Eddie back into his nest before he leaves for work that night. Made him promise to call if he needed anything. Soon it was just him alone with his thoughts once again.

He wanted to believe Steve, he did. He knew Steve wouldn’t cheat, but does it count as cheating if they’re not even courting? Was he just a bit of fun? A male omega willing to put out while he waited for his girlfriend to be ready? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had used Eddie like that and he doubted it’ll be the last.

At least Steve had the decency to avoid knotting him. He didn’t have to know what it felt like to be locked together; looking into each other’s eyes as they waited. He was spared from remembering the intimate embrace. Was that a blessing or a curse?

Before he could answer that, there was a banging on his door. He wanted to ignore it, he really did. But whoever was there kept it up, getting louder and louder, until he finally pulled himself from his nest and cracked open the door.

It was shoved out of his grip as the person stormed in past him. “Sure, come on in.” He muttered and turned to face the intruder. Who could be standing there, but Robin Buckley herself. Eddie’s omega wanted to hide. The omega that was better than him, who his alpha really wanted. But was Steve ever really his alpha?

Robin radiated anger and wheeled towards him. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She spat. “Do you have any idea how much Steve cares about you? And you have the audacity to blow off his apology?!” Eddie shrank back and sat on the couch with his knees tucked under his chin. Shame coursed through him. “He shouldn’t even have to apologize you jumped to conclusions.” She ranted and raved. Throwing her hands up and jabbing her finger in Eddie’s face.

He didn’t react. He’d fallen so deep he couldn’t feel anything but grief. “He thinks I blew off his apology?” He whispered barely audible. That gutted him. He just needed a little time. His omega cried out for his alpha and he did everything in his power to prevent himself from howling his pain. He couldn’t show weakness in front of this superior omega.

“He shouldn’t need to apologize. If anything you should apologize to him for thinking so lowly of him.” Robin snarled. “You didn’t trust him when he said we were just friends and now he thinks you don’t love him. You absolute idiot! Do you have any idea what he’s gone through in past relationships? God you avoid him for days, make your uncle talk to him, and then throw his favorite sweater in the trash instead of having the decency to give it back?! You better...” She was interrupted by the sound of sniffling.

“He thinks I don’t love him?” Eddie asked as his voice cracked. “He thinks I don’t love him. He doesn’t love me.” He was sobbing now, great big ones with hiccuping interspersed. “No one loves me.” He kept repeating it to himself over and over until his voice was hoarse. By this point he was laying on his side holding himself so tight he could barely breathe and his knuckles were white. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and his omega howled. “I’m sorry alpha. I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Robin sniffed the air and the scents in the air made her stop in her tracks. She could smell Steve’s earthy presence and a baked bread scent, but Eddie’s fruity aroma was missing like he hadn't been home for days. She’d been so blinded by anger on Steve’s behalf that when he told her to leave it alone she couldn’t. From what little he told her, she assumed that Eddie didn’t even give him a chance to explain. That he’d brushed him off and ignored his pain. It made her see red. Steve was such a good guy, how could anyone think otherwise.

“I wanted to believe him I swear.” Eddie choked out. “I told him I wanted to believe him. Did he think that was a lie?” Robin gasped as Eddie full on spiraled. “I just needed time. He promised he wasn’t like the others. I needed time. I just needed time.” The crying slowed. “He promised he’d be there when I was ready. He lied.” He wasn’t really asking her. She made a big mistake. She should have left it alone like Steve asked. In her effort to make things better she may have damaged it irreparably. “He promised.”

“Eddie,” Robin said much calmer than she was earlier. Eddie didn’t acknowledge her but he did stop muttering. She took this as a sign to continue. “Steve is my best friend and I hate to see people mistreat him.” She came and perched on the coffee table. “I was the one who jumped to conclusions.” Eddie hummed in agreement.

“He said I don’t love him?” He asked quietly though it came out as more of a statement.

“He didn’t say that.” Robin reassured. “I just assumed he thought that because all he would tell me was that it didn’t go well and to leave it alone. I figured it was because you broke up with him, but now I’m starting to think it was because of something else.”

“Can’t break up with someone who refuses to court you.” Eddie said with a self-deprecating laugh that turned more into a sob.

Robin felt horrible, looking at this broken omega that she helped destroy. Not just the other day at the video store, but here today. She can’t deny that she was testing Eddie a bit by making him jealous. She had no interest in Steve, but their friendship was important and any future partner needed to respect that. She wondered if she may have misjudged Eddie.

She needed to fix it. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” She said as she helped the male to his feet. As soon as he was upright he bolted away from her and slammed his bedroom door. He fell into bed just as Robin called out “I’ll see myself out.”

Before she left, she called Steve and asked him where Eddie’s uncle worked. Then she called the plant and told Wayne what happened. She let him chew her out but what really struck her was his quiet plea.

“Tell Steve to meet me at the trailer then clear out. I don’t want to see you when I get there. Understand little girl?” Wayne growled. Robin agreed but before she could hang up, he hit her right in the stomach. “You better hope your little stunt didn’t kill my nephew.”

~~~

Steve parked as best as he could in his rush to get into the Munson trailer. Robin’s bike was still there and she was sitting on the couch looking guilty as hell when he came in. “What did you say to him, Rob?” He asked doing his best to hold in his anger. She ducked her head and told him everything. The way Eddie’s omega was howling in pain by the time she realized what was going on. The quiet “I’m sorry alpha”s.

Steve was pissed. His normal woodsy Earth smell started to sting her nose as it turned into a burnt forest. “This is why I told you to leave it alone!” He whisper yelled.

“You didn’t tell me it didn’t go well because Eddie was dropping!” She retaliated.

“It wasn’t my business to tell! How would you feel if you were in an omega drop and I told someone without asking you first?” She wanted to say she wouldn’t care, but omega drops were super difficult to navigate and extremely vulnerable. She wouldn’t want everyone to know. Robin hung her head in shame.

“When I ask you to leave something alone, can you please do that?” He asked exasperated. She nodded angry at herself.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I just got tunnel vision. I didn’t even notice it smelt more like you in here than him.”

“Well, next time take a second to think it through. Now get out of here before Wayne gets home.” Robin left as quickly as she came and by the time Wayne was home from the plant her peach scent was long gone.

Steve waited in the living room for him. He wanted to go to Eddie so badly but he needed to know what he was up against. He couldn’t sit still so he set about making some dinner/breakfast for the three of them and coffee for Wayne.

When Wayne got in, he grabbed Eddie’s plate and took it in to him before coming out and sitting next to Steve. They ate in silence for a few minutes. Once the plates were empty, Steve took them to the kitchen and placed them in the sink for later. He sat back now and finally asked what he needed to ask.

“What happened to him Wayne? What did he mean when he said I was ‘just like the others?’” Wayne sighed.

“Normally, I wouldn’t tell you this, but Eddie gave me permission after you left yesterday. You ain’t the first alpha to use him and leave him high and dry.” Wayne raised a hand before Steve could protest. “I know you ain’t done that, but that’s what he thought.” He nodded for the older alpha to continue. “Now, this is the third time he’s had rejection sickness.” Steve gasped. “Doc put him on medication after the second time. Once you’ve had it your body is more susceptible to it again, but even more so with Eddie.”

“Why even more so with Eddie?” He asked.

“For one thing, he’s in touch with his inner omega more than anybody I ever seen. Amazing control over his instincts but it makes certain things hit him harder, like his emotions. The other thing being the first time he suffered from it it was what caused him to present.” Wayne clenched his fists. “My no good brother dropped him off on my door step and said he didn’t want a kid no more. Eddie was barely thirteen.” That was young to present, Steve hadn’t presented until Fifteen. But to find out that his first heat was caused by stress, no wonder Eddie had a hard time trusting people during it. “The doctors say the presentation heat is what pulled him out of it, but it can cause some long lasting issues. Being prone to rejection sickness just one of them.”

“Eddie’s been in love before, many times. Falls fast that kid but when he loves..it’s with all of him.” He smiled. “He’s had some people not just alphas mind, come around. Flings if you will. Nothing super serious but every single time it ended, Eddie was heartbroken.”

“Is that why he doesn’t spend his heat with people?” Steve asked even though his face was burning. Asking your omega’s uncle why he didn’t have sex with people was bound to be awkward.

“I wish.” He ground out. He stood and refilled his coffee. Steve’s blood ran cold as he continued from the kitchen, “No, that would be the other time he was like this.” Wayne didn’t elaborate just yet. The young alpha could see him shaking; obviously what he was going to say next would be difficult to swallow.

“A few years ago, Eddie was with an alpha who promised to court him proper.” Already Steve didn’t like this line of conversation. “This alpha, was nice at first. Real polite, boy next door type. Did his best to defer to me as the higher alpha at all times that kind of thing. Eddie loved him; not the way he loves you, but it was love.” Wayne paused to take a deep breath. “He decided to spend his heat with him. It was the first time he’d spent a heat with someone and he was excited as all get out. ‘Course I took off to give them some privacy. When Ed’s in heat I always go to the same friend’s house. They usually last a few days and Ed calls to let me know it’s all good. Well a day early I get a call and my boy is crying on the other end.”

Steve cowered at the overwhelming smell of angry alpha. Steve and his inner alpha were in agreement, they did not want to get on Wayne’s bad side. His homey scent of fresh baked bread ranked of burnt toast so powerful Steve’s nose wrinkled and they heard Eddie softly whine from his room. “Sorry Ed!” Wayne called as he tried to calm down. Steve released some scared pup pheromones that worked to sooth the older man.

“I take it, it wasn’t good?” Steve asked.

“I came home to my son on the couch, clutching the phone in his hand like a lifeline. His face was beaten.” The two alphas growled in harmony. “That pup he had over didn’t want to use protection, said as Eddie’s alpha it was his choice when they had pups. He tried to bite his mating gland against his will. Even in his altered state, Eddie was able to fight him but the boy got in some good hits. Eddie said he had to knock his alarm clock into his head to get him off. After that, the boy left and spout some bull about Eddie being a tease and not worth it. That he had a girlfriend already and Eddie was a bit of fun. He thought that boy was the bees knees so you can imagine how he must have felt. Eddie needed to be hospitalized for that one. Put on meds to prevent it.”

Steve saw red. “What’s his name?” He growled out. The corner of Wayne’s mouth ticked up.

“Don’t worry about it. That was the last time Eddie spent a heat with anyone. He tried dating after that but he ran into the same thing every time.” Wayne looked right into Steve’s eyes. “A lot of broken promises. They promise they’re single, they promise they love him, they promise it’s more than sex…” and the most damming. “They promise to court him one day.” Steve’s eyes widened. He’d unknowingly repeated the same pattern as Eddie’s exes. Fuck. "Then they leave."

“Why did he stop taking the meds?” Steve asked. He couldn’t bring himself to admit to that he was just as bad as those other people.

“As far as he was concerned he was in a happy, committed relationship with his future mate.” Wayne’s teeth clenched. “Can’t get rejection sickness when the person you love loves you back, can you?” The rest of Wayne’s coffee was downed as Steve sat in silence.

“This is all my fault” Steve whispered the guilt beginning to turn his stomach. Wayne got up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Kid, it ain’t all on you.” He tried to reassure, but Steve couldn’t take it.

“Yes it is!” He exclaimed. “I promised Robin and I were just friends and we are! But I also promised him I’d court him and I haven’t yet so of course he thinks I’m lying about it! Not to mention, everyone in the party thinks Robin and I are together so they probably aren’t helping things.” He paced as he ranted and threw his hands up in the air. “Robin only came here to yell at him because I called in the first place.” He fell to his knees. “What do I do Wayne?” Steve looked up at the older man tears streaming down his face. “Please, tell me what to do.” He choked out.

“There’s only one thing you can do.” Wayne said getting onto Steve’s level. “You go in there and make it up to my boy. Prove that you're different. And get your friend to apologize.” He stretched to his feet until his knees cracked. “And when my boy tries to apologize, don’t tell him not to, but accept it even though you think he don't need to.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly. “Now, I’m gonna head to bed you head on in. Come get me if you need me.” He stepped into his bedroom and left the door open a crack. Steve stood.

“Oh before I forget!” Wayne called. He grabbed something from his room and handed it to Steve. It was his yellow sweater. “Eddie tore it out of his nest the other day and threw it in the trash. I knew he was just upset so I made sure to fish it out and wash it for you. All it needs now is to smell like you.” Steve hugged Wayne tightly and thanked him. He turned back to his omega’s room, took a deep breath, it was time to fix this.

@v3lv3tf0x continuation of that ask on @lexirosewrites page

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Part 2:

Once Bucky left the bathroom to head to the kitchen where Steve should be wrapping up in making the sandwiches, he promised, Peter sighed. He should have known that these two were courting him and him practically accepting it when he allowed them to create a safe place for him in their home.

Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror, lightly touching the patch that covered up his scent glands on his neck. Did he want this? He really liked Steve and Bucky. And when he thought about it... after a long day, he wanted to be home, and his first thoughts were of Steve and Bucky and cuddling on the couch.

Nodding to himself before he peeled off the patch, making a face as it stung. He will hop back in the shower right quickly to scrub off the glue from the patch. And of course, the little bit of slick that dribbled when Bucky got up close.

Steve just finished putting another grilled cheese on a plate when he heard the shower go off again. Frowning he turns to look at the entryway of the hall to see Bucky waltz out with a little smirk on his face. Putting his hand on his hip " What did you do Buck?"

Bucky held his hand up in surrender " Why do you think I did something Punk? I was just helping our 'mega out and getting him some clothes "

Steve eyed Bucky before turning around to start making another sandwhich. " I just want to make sure.... that everything is fine."

Bucky's expression softens a little before he he slides up next to Steve and wraps his arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. " I would never jeopardize what we got going on. You're too important, and so is he. Everything is going as smooth as it can. At a snail pace, but beggers can't be choosers."

Steve snorts a little he was about to give a sassy response before his nose twitched. He frowns before subtlety sniffs the air and he turn to look at the hallway entryway. He could hear the faint steps of Peter heading this way. He normally can't smell Peter, with the scent blocking patch, and the advanced spider suit he normally gives off a beta smell.

" Your burning the bread Stevie"

" Shit!"

Bucky laughs as Steve panics to turn the stove off and quickly move the sandwich to the trash.

" Language Steve!" Peter laughs as he comes into the kitchen. Wearing Steve's shirt that Bucky got for him to wear and a pair of leggings that Bucky kept for him since he couldn't fit into their pants. He still laughs at the memory of Bucky running into the door frame when he came out and the pants fell after one step and he bent down to pull them back up.

Peter fidgeting a little with his hands before moving his way over to the kitchen island and sitting on a stool. " So.. uuhh... anything new? Any cool missions lately? If you can tell me not that you HAVE to tell me...umm yeah?"

Bucky smirks at Peter before pushing the plate of grilled cheese over to him. " That's more of Steve, I'm enjoying my downtime. Eat up." Steve clears his throat and nods " It's been steady. Not overly busy but not...not busy to where its worrisome."

They pass time chit chatting as Peter eats his sandwiches and then they move to sit on the couch. Peter in the middle of the two Alphas, a black and white crime movie was playing as the chatted quietly til Peter started to dose off.

" Come on sweetheart, lets get you to bed" Steve picks up Peter and carries him to the guestroom aka Peter's room. Bucky stating he is gonna clean up the kitchen then head their way. Wanting to give Steve some time with him one on one.

Once they get to the door, Steve shifts Peter in his arms.

" Want me to set you down here or... uh tuck you in?" Steve feels nervous. He shouldn't cause its not like this is the first time that Peter has to be carried to bed, but it was the first time he has been here without his scent patch. His scent smelled divine to Steve, and he honestly didn't want to set the omega down.

Peter rubs his eyes and yawns before glancing at the door and then back up at Steve. He thinks back to his conversation with Bucky, biting his lip before nodding.

" Umm c..could you take me to bed? I mean! Uhh tuck me in? " Peter blushes brightly, and even the tips of Steve's ears go red too. But he was able to play if off. " Course hun"

Once in the room, Steve was able to move Peter just slightly to be able to pull the sheets down on the bed without disturbing the lamb stuffie that was sitting on the pillows. They took Peter to the local church festival that Steve sometimes attends and won it for him. Technically Peter had two of them, one he keeps at home and one here. Steve and Bucky both competing to win the prize.

Peter once he was laid down he stared up at Steve before reaching his hand out to hold onto Steve's. " Yeah hun?" smiling shyly " um.. could..would.. uh... Bucky said that it was okay that..umm Its okay to ask... If you could stay? I mean... yeah. I want you and Bucky to stay here. Like... in bed...not like...uh sex geesh. I mean. Cuddle?"

Bucky chuckled from his spot at the door, both Peter and Steve turning to look at him.

" Yeah Doll. We can cuddle up in your nest... but Steve needs to hear that its more then a one off..."

Steve opened his mouth to argue back " It's whatever you want Peter. No pressure or entitlement needed. I am fine if all you want is the presence of an Alpha. "

Peter shook his head. " No no! I'm not explaining this well...I would like to see you... and I've been... really dense but I would like to try.. but basicly its like we have already been courting? Just uuhh without realizing. Umm..I really like you... and Bucky. And..I want both of you as my Alphas...so... Stay with me? "