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[memehyena]

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[kisskissbanggang]

Hello my loves, how are you, I miss you, why am I like this

[historyherstory]

Somewhere in some future chapter

Speirs came closer. “They have you out on the main line?” 

This, at least, was an exchange that Ellie could find her footing on. Shaking away the oppressive weight of what ifs, she quirked her lips into a smile. “You overestimate your American sensibilities,” she shot back. 

He didn't recoil in shock or offense. Instead, she found him drawing to a halt less than an arm’s length away. With the closeness in proximity, his voice dropped to a lower timbre. “Sense is being overestimated, but it’s not the Army’s.”

Laughing would be an encouragement he didn’t need, and a reward he didn’t deserve. Still, it was impossible to wipe all signs of mirth out of her features. Even if her lips didn’t twitch, she could feel the corner of her eyes crinkle with the desire to laugh. This tall, stern man whose reputation was already the subject of rumor and legend had a sense of humor. It was a pleasant surprise.

“Your limited perspective is your own handicap to overcome,” Ellie replied at last.

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Preview of an upcoming ETKK story. Still a WIP.

Cassie swirled the straw in her drink, taking a long sip to fill the silence. Maybe a bit too long, judging from Jin looking from his book with a glare.

“Am I the only one who feels kind of underwhelmed about the last mission?”

“You’re underwhelmed that we weren’t killed?” Jacqui answered as she picked at the plate of fries at the middle of the table.

“I mean, we know who the traitor is. So shouldn’t we feel a bit more accomplished?”

Takeda answered next, swirling ice in his own glass.

“It’s probably because we didn’t find out as much as we were tricked and found out.”

Jin followed up, eyes still focused on his book.

"It's not like we have another chance, Outworld can handle itself."

Cassie didn't seem pleased by the answer, "So, that's it? We just let it go?" She questioned.

Jacqui sighed, looking into Cassie's eyes through her sunglasses.

"Could you tell me why you're so focused on this?"

[qyx]

Writing Preview: Of Wings and Things

Excerpt from Chapter 2!

“Basilton.” My father’s voice is firm and clipped, and I just nod and go to make my way past the Mage, but I’m immediately blocked by two of his men. “If you wish to escalate this right here and now, do continue on this path.” My father’s voice is a threat, and the Mage waves a hand and the men move and I make my way inside.

Once I’m inside though, I’ll admit that I disobey my father’s orders and I rush over to one of the windows in the sitting area and carefully tug it open so that I can lean forward and try to hear them. I barely need vampiric hearing for this but it’s certainly a boon, that’s for sure.

“This is our private residence, and you are trespassing without a cause.” My father is saying to the Mage. “The Coven will be informed of this, it’s time for you and yours to leave.”

“Mr. Grimm, surely we can come to some kind of arrangement?” The Mage is continuing to speak like he’s some sleezy politician or religious leader, ready to promise anything that needs to be promised with no intention of follow through so long as it gets him what he wants.

“There is no arrangement to be made in this.”

“Unfortunately there must be.” The Mage presses. “I know that both of us would like this kept…quiet. For reasons I’m sure don’t need to be explained, and I assure you that I am fully dedicated to keeping this absolutely discreet.”

“So discreet that it’s not happening.” My father replies. “Now get off my property. My son is not for sale.” Woah, wait what is going on now?

“I’m coming to you privately first, so that we might be able to come to an…arrangement, without having to get the Coven involved.” The Mage says. “Since I doubt that either of us wish this kind of information getting out, but you’ve seen how they’ve been turning in our favor.”

“The Coven might decide to swing in your favor, that is true.” My father says. “But no matter how much you’ve bastardized what once was a powerful and respected institution, they’ll never resort to demanding that a mage be handed over into sexual slavery.” My hand slips on the window frame and I almost fall over.

Hope to see you there!

[crouton-knight]

Krampusnacht preview

As promised here's a writing preview! These are pretty liable to change at this stage so I'll try not to send too many at a time. Maybe every week is a different story. What do you think? I'll probably post different things if I haven't updated the usual story that month.

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[robo-bud]

Draft of somethings.

[wondeurwall]

AUTHOR'S NOTE. based on the poll: nsfw that won by a landslide, as expected AKSNDJSKb!!! i'll post the sfw soon. i'm currently sitting on 9k with this fic & i don't think i'm close to being done yet omg 😵‍💫 not sure how many more previews i'll post of it – i'll play by ear. or, if it's something y'all still would like, then i'll be more than happy to do it, but i think they'll be much shorter going forward!! 💕💕

AND good luck to anyone pulling for zayne's banner & for anyone trying the new oracle of stars event... i want to try pulling for rafayel's, at the very least, since they all look related to the myths 😭 for the lore, I'LL BE BROKE!!!

TAGS/WARNINGS: 🔞 mdni, fem!reader, porn with plot because i said so, cunnilingus

He drops to his knees, keeps his arms slung over your legs, trapping you at the edge of the bed. His face is in front of your pussy, the heat of his breath makes you quiver.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says.

And, you do exactly that. Rafayel’s gaze has the full moon in there, the light unblinking and brilliant, like a parallel of the sun during the day. It dares you to flinch the longer you look. But, you keep staring, find that it doesn’t hurt and, instead, the light feels familiar. 

You hear the waves, tides along the shore and grains of sand being pulled into the water. It happens briefly. Holding your breath, the salt of the sea comes to you like it does in your dreams, a little more vivid each time you fall asleep. 

The same images of him fill your vision. Why?

You release the breath, then blink, feeling the heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat again. It’s a back-and-forth reel of him and Rafayel, different realities converging to a single point in time – and, your lips are trembling. With the heat of Rafayel’s body seeping into you and the recollection of the sea, the moment tastes and sounds like a memory.

No. It’s more than that. 

You look at Rafayel, and everything feels less like a dream and more like a memory.

You’re about to call his name, but it’s quickly ripped out of your lips in an airy moan. The flat of his tongue glides up your slit once. Then, he’s doing it again, dipping the tip into your hole and curling between your folds as he moves up to gather your cum. Taking as much as he can, he swallows the taste of you, eyes fluttering closed as he savors it. 

It’s the way he does that – makes you believe this isn’t the first time, like he isn’t a stranger to this side of you. So, you’re drifting back into your head (only barely now, because the pleasure is intense, hot and needy) and it’s as if pieces of a puzzle come together in the span of a millisecond and you’re lucid enough to arrive to what seems like an impossible reason: it’s not the first. 

You can’t shake off this feeling. 

Your pupils dilate, oxygen completely dried from your lungs when you see the pleasure on his face. To you, Rafayel is reliving something he’s missed. Something that’s been denied from him for so, so long and he’s finally grasped onto it, and he looks like he’s found the secret to walking on air. 

The ache in your chest is overwhelmed by the ache in your pussy. You whine, the glow in his eyes too dizzying. It does nothing more than guide you closer to hysteria. Your hips jerk forward, begging.  

Blood rushes through his cock, straining beneath his pants as a deep rumble comes from within his chest. He’s diving back into your cunt for more before you can catch your breath. 

You lie there, unable to close your legs. His arms keep them bent and tucked securely between his biceps and forearms, the strength of him nothing you can even attempt to win against. It comes to you as no surprise – he’s not human after all. Your mouth parts, a light sheen of saliva over your lips. Shallow, quick breaths keep you grounded as you watch through glassy eyes how Rafayel devours your pussy like a starved man. 

He pulls back slightly, staring – he hones in on your little bud. You hold your breath when he presses a kiss to your clit, slow and gentle, before he traps it between his lips and sucks, humming as he does.

“Raf – Rafayel,” you gasp, the vibrations coupled with his sucking makes your thighs vibrate, has you seeing tiny white stars. He sucks your clit harder, and your voice gets caught at the edge of your throat. 

There’s a pause before you’re moaning like a broken record.

You force your hands to mask your face, rallying enough strength to quiet down because you’re falling, losing yourself so fast, and you have no idea how to wrap your head around the pleasure that’s already building back up.

There’s a disapproving click from the man between your legs.

“Stop,” he says, voice deepening to a near growl. It surprises you – this tone, along with that look in his eyes, half-lidded, clouded with desire, like a predator ready to pounce at its prey – and you feel a greater level of ecstasy being injected into you and it knocks against the sensitive, heavy knot in your stomach.

His demand is never quite like this. It feels… good. 

Rafayel loosens the hold on one of your legs to snatch your hands away from your face, “I need to hear you, baby, or I’ll stop.”

Breath bated, you can’t help but stare at him, utterly dazed by the moonlight that hangs over his head just like it does in his eyes. 

Lovestruck. Only a second passes before you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desperate you are to see more of this version because there’s no use in denying that you’re among the reasons – if not the reason – he’ll take charge. It’s a stark contrast to the light-hearted and comical side he usually shows. There’s a certain attractiveness to it, the willingness inside of him to take care of you with this authority. 

He asks, “Won’t you be a good girl and listen to me?”

God, you’re so wet right now.

You forget how to breathe, feeling like you’ve evolved in a bottomless nothing. His grip on your hands is firm, yet not so much that it shackles you. He’s still gentle. Nodding your head is all you can manage. He finds it cute. Rafayel brushes his mouth over your palm and around your hand to the first knuckle. He smiles. 

And, you melt. Of course, you do. Craving to be good for him, to be the good girl like he says you can be – that you are – you clutch onto the bed sheets instead, let your mouth babble this time.

When he’s sure you won’t do it again, he goes back to your clit, giving the attention it deserves as he keeps his eyes on you. He plants a kiss to your throbbing bud again. And again. And then again. It gets stickier there, messy with your cum and arousal and his saliva; stretchy, gooey strings that reconnect his lips to your pussy.

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[memehyena]

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[kisskissbanggang]

So anyway, smut scenes with Jisung are always the silliest, most fun to write 🥴

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Yet another preview of another smut Lucifer x f!sinner reader

No smut yet so no warnings!

It was time for bed and Lucifer was still working. You knew he worked late sometimes but this seemed a little later than usual. You decided to take a look to see if he was still in his office. Sure enough, you saw him sitting down at his desk when you entered the room. But when you looked closer, you saw that he’d fallen asleep at his desk, his head resting in his arms. He looked so peaceful lying there, you almost didn’t want to disturb him. But you knew he’d feel a lot better if he actually slept in your bed instead of hunched over his desk. Quietly, you walked towards him trying not to make any loud noises that might startle him. You placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking it lightly.

“Luci?,” you whispered, “Luci, it’s time for bed, wake up sleepy head.” He moaned quietly, but your shaking didn’t seem to have done the trick. You shook his shoulder a little hard. “Luci, c’mon hon.” Nothing. You took your other hand and placed it on his other shoulder, shaking him even more. “Lucifer!,” you nearly screamed!

With that, Lucifer’s eyes shot open, pushing himself off the desk. “AAHHH!!! WHAT?!?! What’s going on?!,” he yelled. You never saw him so frazzled before, it was kind of cute. But what you really didn’t expect was to see Lucifer’s wings spring out from his back. It must have been an involuntary reaction from the shock of being woken up so suddenly. His eyes found yours and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, it’s you, darling,” he breathed. “You really scared me there! I guess I must have fallen asleep, forgive me.” You were only half listening to him at this moment, your gaze was still fixed on his angelic wings. You’d only seen them once or twice before, but never for long. It was then that Lucifer turned his head and noticed what had caught your attention. “Oh! Sorry about that, it’s a defense mechanism, as silly as that sounds. I’ll put them away-”

“No, wait!”, you shouted louder than you meant to. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding why had stopped him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just…I never get to see your wings. They’re really beautiful.”

A light blush dashed across his face, he gave you a shy smile. “O-oh, thank you! I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me.”

“That’s a shame,” you pouted, “I think they’re incredible.” You walked closer to him to get a better look at them. Their white and red coloring were breathtaking. Their length took up almost the entirety of the room you were in, and his office was not small in the least. A tiny part of you wondered if he always had red feathers, or if they had changed after he…

You didn’t want to think about that.

[thisismeracing]

You wear the hat | LN4 (Patreon Exclusive)

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― Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her) ― Warning: +18 work; mentions of alcohol; fictional Austin podium; a bit of jealous!reader; graphic description of sex (public sex, handjob, and thigh riding); MINORS DNI! 1.2K words ― Summary: During the celebration of Lando's podium, someone decides to be a little too friendly with the congratulations. You wouldn’t let slip the opportunity of reminding them that he’s your boyfriend even if it meant getting too handsy in public. As the saying goes, it is always good to save a horse in favor of riding a cowboy – especially if that cowboy is Lando Norris (based on this ask/blurb).

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You saw how he politely declined her touch, and how she kept talking and grabbing his bicep. He looked for you through the drunk crowd and when his eyes found yours he seemed to plead for help. Lando wasn’t frankly fond of being rude, he could be here and there, but it was not something usual or that left him pleased afterward. In this case, you knew he was trying to keep his cool because maybe –just maybe– that was an overly excited fan unaware they were crossing a line. This was not an unusual scenario. 

You smirked, making your way to him when he was finally able to show her no attempts would work. When you passed by her on your way to Lando’s table, you politely complimented her before reaching the table and sitting on Lando’s lap. It was dark, and he was in a private corner, but since she followed you with her eyes, she could see the moment you sat on him and turned to kiss his lips, making a show out of it, turning your boyfriend on.

[...]

“You’re so dirty,” he whispered, and you could almost feel his wicked grin on your hot skin.

“You’re flexing your thighs for me to ride, and you’re whimpering on my ear while I give you a hand job, I think you can be dirtier, love.” 

And, oh, how Lando loved this defiant and sinful side of yours. 

Lando reached for your shirt, moving his hand under it and expertly dragging down the cups of your bra to play with your pebbled nipples. He pinched, and twisted them between his thumb and pointer, whispering how he could feel your arousal through the layers of your clothes.

“I had no idea public sex turned you on.”

“Shut up, and make me cum, Lando,” and though your voice was strained with need, he was the desperate one, he was the one who moaned and dropped his fingers into your cunt to feel your wetness and play with your swollen clit.

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Fic Preview (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female!Reader)

Summary: Cooper decides to pick up a bounty, which has been gathering dust for quite some time. You, bored with the monotony of your life, decide getting caught by a travelling bounty hunter is just the entertainment you need. Both of you bite off more than you can chew.

a/n: couldn't help myself, from the first moment that dried up raisin popped up on my screen i knew i had to add him to the collection Expect 2/3 chapters, some smut, lots of tension, canon levels of violence and utter lack of knowledge about the world of fallout

IT'S OUT

Booker gives him a raised eyebrow, all the commentary needed, encapsulated in this simple gesture, and Cooper shoots him a nasty look. There aren't many requirements regarding the job, except one, annoying detail.

You had to be alive and in good condition.

Now, alive Cooper could do. Alive was easy. Good condition however opened a whole shitbag of problems, which he would be a fool to overlook. Still, the prospect of such money couldn't be ignored. And, he'd be damned to admit it, but he was curious. Who were you? Why haven't you been caught for such a long time? What caused this sudden increase in bounty? - Did you piss someone off that bad, little lady? - he asks the yellowed paper, and gets no answer, as expected.

[blushweddinggowns]

His mind was such a mess, Eddie barely knew what he was thinking anymore. But he did know to be annoyed as fuck when his phone rang. He had kept the ringer on high, despite the fact that the only calls he got were from his inner circle asking what the hell was going on. He managed to ignore most of those. But on the off chance it was Chrissy stuck on her layover he didn’t want to miss it.

He didn’t bother checking who it was when he answered. He knew it wouldn’t be Steve. 

“Hello?” Eddie mumbled into the receiver, “Chris?”

“That better mean Chrissy,” Someone huffed, “If you’re seeing someone else already I think that gives me a legal right to kill you.”

Eddie jolted up at the sound of Steve’s voice, “S-Steve?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” He sighed on the other end, sounding way too casual for someone who just turned Eddie’s world upside down, “So how has Europe been? Or was it California?”

Eddie cringed, at a loss for what to say. It wasn’t helping that his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, “Oh. I-I didn’t- I mean- I’m sorry.”

Steve snorted on the other end, “Yeah, you are. No social media my ass.”

“It’s - I don’t usually use it that much?” Eddie stammered out, “It’s uh, mostly managed by a team but I have the password and - and this is not helping me at all. Is it?”

“No,” Steve agreed, “No, it’s not.”

“Steve I- I know I can’t say anything to fix this. But I-I didn’t want things to turn out like this. I get it, I’m an asshole but you weren’t a joke Steve. I’m the joke. I’m the idiot-you- I mean- I,” he was rambling, badly. Trying and failing to get everything out. 

He had been too lost in the sauce of his own pity party to ever think about this point. Now he was blowing it.

Or so he thought.

Steve sighed again, “Okay, that’s enough of that. Come open the door. I’m outside.”

It took a second for that to compute, “Huh?”

“I’m outside of your door,” Steve said again, “Are you going to let me in or not?”

Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Eddie rushed to stand, almost instantly eating it when the blood didn’t catch up to his brain. He might have neglected a few bodily needs during the past few days. It just wasn’t enough to stop him from rushing to the door, knocking into every other thing on the way. 

But what was a broken lamp and a few bruises compared to true love?

He wretched the door open, his phone still stupidly at his ear. 

There Steve was, waiting for him. Eddie’s mind had decided to keep the idiot routine going because all he could really do was stare at him, at a total loss for what to do next. 

Steve frowned at him, “Jesus, Eddie. You look… not good.”

“I know,” Eddie agreed, running a hand through his greasy hair. He hadn’t exactly been checking any mirrors but he could do the math. No showers, barely any sleep, constant crying. Now that he thought about it he’s pretty sure he hadn’t even changed since their fight. It was bad. Only made worse by the fact Steve was here to see it.

Steve was still frowning as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him to lean on. 

They stared at each other while Eddie’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Is this what a heart attack fet like?

“I don’t really know what to do now,” Steve admitted after another beat of silence, “I kind of thought I would but… I don’t.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie tried, taking a cautious step forward. But Steve put a hand up, stopping him in his tracks.

He took a deep breathe, “Eddie, what I’m about to say isn’t to hurt you, okay? I’m not trying to make you feel bad.”

Eddie swallowed, his throat dry and his voice quiet when he answered, “Okay.”

“I think you should go take a shower,” Steve said gently, “Then we can talk.”

from the next chapter of this fic

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They're reminiscent of citrus, ergo, they are citrussy.

Not much more to say than what's in the image. 18 swatches, some look like a slice of citrus fruit (in both realistic and unrealistic colors) and others were just kind of accidents while I was recoloring, but the effect was really really cool so I kept them.

Slider compatible. Custom thumbnail. All ages.

Sclera and shadows and everything were made by hand, the iris is an edit/paintover of one of the slices from this image. There are two versions, one without a spec map, and XSHINY, with the spec map the way I like it, which is super duper shiny. I use a cube map replacer, but if you use the EA cube map, you might prefer the look of the non-shiny one (the preview image up there features the non-shiny version). You can only have one version. My TOU is pretty open, so edit the spec to however you like it, I don't really care.

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 9

Part 8

I know some of yall were upset by the cliffhanger last time. I hope this makes up for it

Eddie had been more than ready to spend the next week taking care of himself with his own hand and whatever fleshlight Chrissy could get for him, as mortifying as it sounded. He hadn't packed anything for himself. He never anticipated going into rut while on the road. Then again, he never anticipated Steve.

Steve, who made him want to drop everything and breed him full of pups and then raise those pups somewhere nice.

Now, said surprise was on top of him grinding down on him and promising a night of ecstasy. Steve pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor, hips still moving. Steve helped Eddie out of his own shirt and leaned in to kiss him. Eddie nipped at his lips and couldn't help but nose at his neck. The bandana wrapped around it was thick with his scent. This was his omega.

"Mine", he growled just as Steve pulled away.

Steve unzipped the alpha's pants and began to drag them down his legs. "When you pushed me away earlier...I thought...", he laughed and shook his head. "I thought you were running to someone else."

Eddie shook his head in protest. "I'd never do that to you, I wouldn't."

"I know", Steve said, pulling his cock free from his boxers. "Mmmfuuck", he moaned as he took a deep breath, nose buried in Eddie's bush. He kissed up the length, keeping one hand on it.

Eddie watched as the other hand dipped between the bed and his body, the shifting of his hips confirming that Steve was rubbing himself through his pants while he licked at Eddie, eyes closed in rapture.

"Tastes that good baby?"

"Thinking how you're gonna knot me so good, Daddy."

"Oh fuck..."

Steve grinned and reluctantly pulled off. One of these days, he needed to suck Eddie off while humping his leg. He needed to cover him in his slick and be covered in his cum. For now though, he removed the rest of his clothing and crawled back over Eddie's body.

"I need you to get me ready for your cock. Think you can do that?"

"Y-yeah, yes."

Steve smiled and then turned around so that he was on all fours, face to face with Eddie's crotch while he had a similar view of his own.

"Shit, holy shit."

Anything smart Steve had to say was cut off by a shocked moan when Eddie grabbed his hips and pulled them down, absolutely devouring his cunt. Any plans he had to give Eddie a blowjob while in this position were for naught. He was helpless to do anything but rut against his face.

How could Steve put such a beautiful pussy in front of him and not expect Eddie to worship it? Especially when it was about to take his knot over and over? He caressed the swell of his cheek, drinking him in, tongue delving in and reaching even deeper. Steve's cries were music to his ears. When he felt Steve's cunt clench around his tongue as he came, he wanted to do it all over again.

But Steve shakily rose up, turning around and rubbing his cheek against Eddie's, their scents mixing. He'd said earlier that the bed didn't smell enough like them. They'd be rectifying that tonight.

Steve straddled his hips again, placing his warmth against Eddie's cock. Eddie's hands smoothed up his thighs while Steve slid on him. It was like he was giving him the dirtiest, wettest lap dance.

"Baby", Eddie whimpered, cock already leaking at the tip. "Baby, please, don't tease. Need you. Need your sweetness." His hips bucked upward, making Steve bounce.

"Oh, poor Daddy", Steve cooed. "You can't be more patient? What if I wanna cum like this?"

Eddie sobbed. He wanted to cum and normally where didn't matter. But-

"Don't worry, alpha. I know you can't give me pups unless you cum inside", Steve assured him playing into it. He lifted up to position himself and slowly slide down on Eddie's cock, watching with pride as Eddie bit his lip and held back until he was fully seated.

"You've been so good for me, alpha."

"Can I? Please, baby, lemme-"

"Yes", Steve permitted, allowing Eddie to set the pace from under him. They rocked against each other, meeting each other thrust for thrust. The bed under them creaked and Steve might've had sympathy but then Eddie reached between them to rub at his clit and Steve didn't care who heard now.

Eddie was entranced. This beautiful, beautiful man was his, all his and the cunt milking his cock right now was his and it was taking his knot and he was gonna give his omega all the pups he wante-

"Fuuuuck Steeeve." Eddie's body felt like a livewire as he drained into Steve, pumping him full.

Steve fell on top of him, kissing up his neck and then to his lips, tasting some of the remnants of his juices on Eddie. His fingers curled into the alpha's hair. Eddie's own fingers tangled in Steve's honey brown tresses and slowly rutted up into him, pushing his cum deeper. Steve moaned into his mouth. He was going to need to take double doses of birth control. He knew it didn't work that way, but every single force in the universe, including his own will, seemed intent on getting him pregnant.

The next morning, Steve was slow to wake up. Before Eddie's knot had gone away, he had gotten hard again while still inside Steve and fucked him again.

When he did awaken though, he noticed a slight change in decor. And an absence of Eddie. There was a sheet draped over the four posts of the bed, turning it into a canopy. Some of both Steve and Eddie's clothes had been left on the foot of the bed. Items that had been in their suitcases.

"Alpha?", Steve called out, voice thick with sleep still.

Eddie immediately showed himself through the curtain from the foot of the bed. He nodded to the clothes that he must have left. Steve's brain began to wake up as he realized what was happening. Eddie was denning. While omegas nested during heat, creating soft and comfortable spaces for themselves and anyone they trusted, alphas denned, building an enclosure. One that was meant to be nested in once they courted an omega. If an omega liked their den, they would nest. Eddie had brought their clothes as an offering.

Steve didn't know how good of a nest he could make when it would need to be taken down in just a few days, but he wasn't going to reject his alpha's efforts. And it made him think of perhaps building a more permanent one with his and Eddie's scents. Steve sat up and selected a few pieces, placing them near the headboard. Then he held his hands out to Eddie.

"Need you~"

Eddie crawled right up his body, it seemed he'd put on some pants before making the den. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm, good", Steve said before letting out a soft yawn. He rubbed at his eye. "But you could make it better."

Eddie obliged right away, pulling the covers down just slightly to kiss his collarbone, then his just. For a moment, Eddie just rubbed his face in the hairs there. Eddie's lips on his stomach tickled in just the right way and it was in that exact moment that his phone began to ring. He was ready to ignore it. And then he remembered that he needed to be Eddie's contact with the outside world. He stretched over to reach for it off the nightstand, expecting to see Jeff's number, or Grant's, or Gareth's, or an unknown number because he didn't have Chrissy's yet only to see Dustin's name.

Steve truly had no idea why he could be calling him right now but at the feeling of Eddie spreading him wide and pecking at his clit, he decided it could wait. Eddie wrung out another orgasm from him with his mouth before Robin called this time. Steve hadn't the energy to answer her and let it ring. Maybe she'd get worried and think something bad happened, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Steve would fill her in later when he wasn't getting his brains fucked out.

She called again at literally that moment. Steve and Eddie had left the den to get something to eat. Had done so with Steve still fully naked, and that led to Steve being bent over a table, cunt on display before Eddie plunged into it. After that bout and a shower, Steve finally texted her back, scrolling through any of the ones she already sent. He looked himself over in the massive bathroom mirror. Of course, there were quite a few bite marks, but nothing Robin hadn't seen in case he needed to send a pic to prove his safety.

'im fine' 'im literally getting railed on the hour'

His phone buzzed in his hand and Steve could already hear the tirade his friend had prepared about not answering when he went on a cross country trip with strangers. Eddie came up from behind, body still a little damp from the shower they had just shared. He kissed Steve's shoulder, nipping every time he reached a mole.

Steve let out a sigh and answered. "Hey Robs."

"Steven Anita Harrington!"

"You know that's not my middle name-"

"Don't crack wise with me! Is that guy forcing you to be his cocksleeve while he's in rut!?", Robin accused.

"He's not exactly forcing me", Steve said, body tingling as Eddie made a soft sound against his skin.

"Angel, miss your sweet cunt, need it."

Steve took pity on him, since the last time he made Eddie cum with only his mouth. "Misses you too", he whispered, forgetting for a moment that Robin was on the line.

"Steve! Are you listening? What's he doing to you?"

Eddie knelt down, hand to the small of Steve's back to make him bend over the bathroom sink. Robin was asking the wrong questions.

"Look, Robs, can I call you back? I promise I'm safe, I promise I'll-", his sentence cut off with an incredibly pornographic moan when Eddie licked up his pussy. He had the decency to look ashamed while Steve craned his neck back to look at him.

"Actually Robin, I'm gonna call you back in a literal second. Just hang tight." Steve hung up and then turned around to frown at Eddie down on the floor. "That wasn't nice. I was on the phone."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I just couldn't resist, your pussy drives me wild baby, I needed another taste." Eddie put his hands on Steve's thighs, pleading at him with his eyes.

"You need to learn patience, alpha. And now you need to wait for it to come to you."

Eddie let out a whimper as Steve got onto the counter and opened up his legs. He dialed Robin again and held the phone with one hand while the other stroked his thigh.

"Hey Robs, so what did you wanna talk about?"

"Dustin tried calling you earlier to tell you, dingus but when you didn't answer, I assumed the worst. Twitter's blowing up because apparently you caused your rock star's rut?!"

Steve licked his fingers and then just barely touched his lips between his legs. "How would twitter know that?"

"I don't know, I only got a summary from Dustin. I was hoping to get the rest from you?"

Eddie was watching, hypnotized as Steve touched himself with the lightest of grazes, denying himself and Eddie what they truly wanted. He swallowed and let out a whimper as a little drop fell from Steve onto the counter.

"I'll fill you in later", Steve promised. "But I'm not in any danger. Having the time of my life, actually."

"Okay, just needed to hear your voice to confirm it. Go and finish getting your brains fucked out or whatever."

"Will do. And thanks Robbie, for caring about me."

"Anytime. Have fun slutting it up."

Steve hung up and gave Eddie his full attention now. He slid off the counter and grabbed the back of his head, pushing it into his pussy. Eddie could have cried. He nearly did, grasping Steve's thighs and letting him use him, with little to no finesse. Just a slide as Steve covered him in that glorious nectar.

Only when Steve was satisfied with how Eddie was anointed with his slick did he turn around and let Eddie bend him over the sink to fuck him.

In between their couplings, Eddie would sometimes press a hand to his torso, as if checking for new life. The den still didn't have a fully complete nest, just some of their clothes strewn about. Steve's omega felt it inadequate and in turn felt that he wasn't worthy for an alpha that tried so hard but he tamped it down. This wasn't about him. And for now, his alpha was pleased with his nest.

It had their belongings and smelled like them and thus far no one had come to challenge his claim or territory. On the fourth day, it seemed that Eddie was getting over the final crest of his hump. Steve would miss the moony, pussy-drunk version of his alpha, but maybe on the next rut-

No, not the next rut. Steve probably wouldn't be here for the next one. This whole thing was supposed to be temporary, as intense as it was right now.

Eddie's mind was clear enough to attempt to cook something substantial. While he did that, Steve finally opened up social media to see how the world had taken CC's tour delay. Fans seemed upset at changed plans but mollified since they were given refunds or allowed to exchange tickets for the new event time. So thankfully there wasn't any blowback from that.

The drama was all concentrated on the reason for the change. The band's official statement was a health concern. But since everyone but Eddie was shown in the statement, most people had made the correct assumption that it was due to a rut. What made Steve's stomach flip was a picture of him from a tabloid the night of the concert.

EDDIE MUNSON'S NEW HOT PIECE?

Part 10

Doing something new with this one! I want to show the whole circus of speculation and theory in the next part so if you'd like to show up in the next chapter, here's what to do:

Comment or reblog with how you'd react in universe to the news and rumors that Eddie went into rut thanks to a random omega (that he's possibly been sighted with before) and I'll add it to the next part. I just think it'd be fun. Be as nice, off-base, mean, bitchy, or neutral as you like (it's all in good fun and in the name of fic drama after all)

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