read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
warnings: +18 (mdni), omegaverse, a/b/o, mild sexual themes, heavy misogyny, low self-esteem, forced exchange of personal items (underwear).
part 1: the gift exchange
you’ve heard that they’re picky.
somehow that doesn’t surprise you. there’s not many people who are allowed in their pack. even less people step on their territory and not without good reason.
it makes sense why they’d choose this specific prison establishment.
it’s a whole process. every omega’s package was sent to a pack for The Selection. from there, they would choose which omegas should be placed in a room to come and meet them for the first time. after that, only one (or a few) get to go home with them.
you sent in your package weeks ago. you were required to send a few things in that box. someone cut a few pieces of your hair to place in ziplock bags. scent packets too (these were very important); you had to rub square pieces of wet cotton on your scent glands and put those in ziplock bags too. a few items of clothing, both washed and unwashed, each also placed in it’s own ziplock bag so the smells don’t mix. usually, it’s a shirt, a hoodie, something with your sweat. and finally, one vial of your blood for genetic testing and to see if there’s any conditions they need to be aware of.
it’s all very clinical. hardly any feeling put into it. you just go through the motions of following instructions given to you like the good little omega you are.
however, this pack, 141, a week after you sent in your package, put in a request for one pair of your underwear.
then. you were... surprised, to say the least. when you sent your initial package in, you thought that would’ve been the end of it. packs and lone alphas usually overlooked you and didn’t pay you no mind. you assumed it would be the same again this time.
“no.” said Laswell.
you halted in your tracks when you attempted to get a pair of panties from your hamper. Kate Laswell is a cold individual. she stands tall with a stern face and speaks with a temperament that douses you in ice cold water.
her tone, though not unkind, makes you think she doesn't like you very much. more like she’s running an errand that’s wasting her time. she’s not too low on patience, but it’s not enough for her to be overly nice to you.
Kate is no omega, that much you’re sure of but it’s hard to discern if she’s beta or alpha. she gives no sign that she might be beta as she gives off no scent that speaks to her designation. and while she seems non-aggressive to the naked eye, you can tell that she could easily put down an arrogant alpha if she needs to.
icy blue eyes drop to just below your stomach. “the one you’re wearing right now.”
what. the. fuck.
the mere notion of it is so crude. your cheeks burn hotly as you stare at her with wide eyes. she bears no emotion on her face. like what she’d just asked you was completely normal. like it was just standard procedure.
it wasn’t. this was new. unprecedented, even. for you, anyway.
“o—oh. um…” you nervously glance at the two guards behind her. “is— is that allowed?”
the one who came with her, Alex, a beta with nods. like Kate, pale, blond haired and blue eyed. except, unlike her, he has a friendly face.
“it is.” he softly confirms. “we’re sorry that it’s such a sudden request. the pack just wants to be sure.”
it’s not the suddenness of the request that’s so jarring. it’s how wildly inappropriate odd it is.
and they want to be sure? of what exactly?
you don’t know what your panties have that the rest of your package doesn’t. it’s all scent, all biology. clinical. right down to the bone. you can’t think of a single good reason why the package you had sent wasn’t enough for them.
you stood there, mouth agape as you try to think of something to say. to resist. to counter. but you know nothing you say has no weight. you don’t have a choice in this. it hardly matters how degrading the request is. you must follow through with it, even if you expect no follow up on how the alphas have responded.
either you give them what they want or suffer the consequences.
the other guard, the one hired by the establishment, growls when you take too long to decide. his brow twitches, face twisted into a scowl as he snaps his teeth at you. “come on, Ms. Laswell doesn’t have all day. do as you’re told, omega—”
you flinch at his raised voice. his burning scent invades your nose faster than you can try to prepare yourself for it.
Jason has always been like that. an alpha who cracks his whip at any disobedience. he especially seems to have it out for you. you have no idea why and you’ve done your best to stay out of his way.
Kate, however, doesn’t tolerate his anger. because she immediately shot back—
“quiet.” a veiled threat. she’s not even as loud as he was. she turns to face him, blocking you from his view. “do not talk to her like that.”
alpha, your mind screams.
her annoyance freezes the air over. it’s the only sort of emotion you’ve seen from her up until this point. and it’s the only thing that gives her away.
she’s an alpha.
it’s all she needs to make Jason’s spine straighten in a split second. every ounce of bravado vapourized into thin air faster than you can blink. he hangs his head in shame and looks away. “y—yes, ma’am. my apologies.”
you’re stand very still, watching the exchange in awe. you think this might be the first time anyone has ever truly put him in his place. nonetheless, you obeyed when she turns back to you, if only you don’t end up on the receiving end of her ire.
when Laswell looks at you once more, you’re quick to avoid her eyes as you reach under your skirt and took off your underwear, a simple piece of soft cotton, cheeks burning with heat because you’re all too aware of the wet spot on it. you wonder how many more omegas were also made to hand over their panties like that.
she holds out an open ziplock bag and lets you put them inside then seals it shut. Alex then steps forward. he holds out a box. it’s the standard semi-clear package. your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of what’s inside.
ziplock bags. you count four big bags. there’s more in there but you can’t see how many from where you’re standing.
“take these.” he gives you the box. your arms sag a bit at the unexpected weight of it. it’s heavier than you thought. “they wanted you to have them before The Selection.”
“thank you.” you squeak, unable to think of anything else to say.
Kate leaves without another word and Alex bids you goodbye with a warm smile before he follows.
Jason glares at you. all of that sheepishness is sadly short-lived and once they’re well out of earshot, he points a finger in your face. “don’t think you’re special just because you’re whoring yourself out.”
you flinch. he scoffs at the hurt look on your face.
must he remind you? that you shouldn’t get your hopes up? that you know this ritual won’t go anywhere? it’ll end the same as all the others that came before.
“and don’t get your hopes up. they’re not gonna pick you.” he hooks a thumb in his belt, leaning on the door frame.
realistically, you shouldn’t let his words get to you. he’s mean to everyone who isn’t his group of friends. he’s mean to every unmated omega he crosses paths with.
“you’re too…” he looks you up and down, eyes damn near glowing with disapproval at what he sees. “ordinary.”
the word strikes true. tears sting your eyes.
“they probably asked ten other omegas to give them their panties to sniff.” he backs away from your door and chuckles. “don’t be too disappointed when you’re not called to The Selection.”
he slams the door and locks it behind him. leaving you standing in a sea of sorrow. you take in the silence of your small enclosure and take a deep breath, your head tipping back to look at the ceiling as you try to will back the tears.
an arrogant ass he may be but at least he’s truthful. that’s your only consolation. your only reminder that not every omega gets to leave this place. not everyone gets a happy ending.
when you sit down on your small bed and place the box right next to you, you sigh before opening the clasps. immediately, a potent mix of scents permeates all around you.
your body reacts to it faster than your mind can process.
it’s a gut-punch. pure molten heat poured straight down your throat and flowed all the way further down to your cunt. you hadn’t expected the intensity of it, the sheer want to be filled to the brim.
the sudden pulse coming to life between your legs had you whimpering and panting as if you’d just ran a mile. clenching your thighs didn’t do much to help ease the ache. not with your panties clinging to the slick suddenly dripping from your pussy.
you had to put the box away and retreat into your bathroom to calm down. gripping the cold sink and breathing uncontaminated air more so to stop yourself from reaching under your skirt than anything else, but eventually, you had to return to your room.
the box was half opened when you returned. you pull up the lid and peered inside. like you thought, the four massive ziplock bags. each with a hoodie and a shirt inside. all of them were labeled with names.
Johnny was scribbled messily on the front of the one you picked first. his heady scent was faintly earthy with a touch of what you assume is motor oil and gasoline. not bad. he must like cars then. his hands must be rough from all the work he puts in them.
GHOST was written in big block letters and with a small skull face at the bottom right. his clothes were huge. he must be a really big guy. bigger than Johnny even. he smells like gunpowder and sweat, and strangely enough, that doesn’t make your nose wrinkle as it does with every other alpha you’ve come across.
then there’s John. neatly written, but you could tell he doesn’t really care too much about how his letters are formed on paper. you recognize the scent of cigars anywhere with how often the alphas in your facility take part in smoking them every week in their lounge room. your lips purse in contemplation but ultimately decide it’s not that bad. with time, if they decide to take you with them, you might get used to it.
lastly, Kyle’s name was written in cursive and circled in one big heart. that alone makes forces a giddy smile on your face. you can already tell that he showers more often than the other three. there’s hints of shower gel and cologne alongside the smell of John’s colognes. you like him already.
you liked all of them. you don’t even know which one to start with.
that’s not all, though. there’s snacks too. chocolate bars, bags of chips and three bottles of different flavoured sweet tea. but every muscle in your body stopped when you saw something else. neatly packaged in between all those gifts was a bundle of beautiful red roses.
they’re... this is…
there’s a note between the petals, which you’re scared to even touch. your shaky hands pluck it out and open it to see what was written inside.
It’s a little early but Happy Valentine’s Day
to our favourite omega.
Looking forward to seeing you at
The Selection <3
no. it can’t be. surely not. they’re not doing what you think they’re doing.
you look back to the roses. the gifts. the food. a box filled with clothes from four alphas who express an interest in taking you into their pack. this.
it’s clear, cut and dry what this is.
it’s a courting gift.
panic rises up your throat. it feels more like bile and you think it best to stay in the bathroom, preferably near the toilet in case your stomach decides it doesn’t want to hold its content anymore. you end up standing there, staring at the toilet bowl for approximately four and a half minutes and spend another two taking deep breaths while pacing around the bathroom because your omega is too charged to let you think clearly.
and your clear, rational thoughts tell you to be serious for a second.
usually, one or two omegas are chosen for one individual or one pack. pick too many and you run the risk of creating conflicts because you didn’t allow everybody to get used to each other first before letting the pack settle into a sense of normalcy.
since there are four alphas, it’s likely that each one might want to have their own.
which leads you to believe that there are three more omegas who probably got sent the same package and with the same note. there’s four alphas. surely, they’re not going to be satisfied with just one of you.
one omega won’t be enough to contend with four ruts on differing occasions or worse, four ruts at once if one decides to trigger the other. it’s just not possible if they truly are serious about you.
besides, there has to be some mistake. it can’t be you they want.
it just can’t.
courting gifts usually aren’t exchanged until after the selection process is complete and the pack is certain that they’re keeping you.
this is definitely not something that should be happening right now.
Jason might be right about one thing. they probably did ask a bunch of other omegas for the same thing too. alphas are perverts like that. you’re not special. they probably want to add to their collection of sorts.
and yet, regardless of that fact...
your eyes drift to the hoodie you left on the edge of your bed. its scent calls to you. fervent and sweet, you’re drawn to it. the cold air in your room makes it difficult not to crave any sort of warmth that’s been given so freely.
regardless, of all this logic telling you that you shouldn’t have high hopes for anything, for even daring to think that you’ll ever leave this place.
regardless, you bury your nose in the hoodie and sharply inhale Kyle’s lovely scent and roll around your bed, purring and sighing deeply. he smells like kindness. like the first ray of light after a brutal winter. he smells like everything you’ve ever dreamed of in an alpha who would be willing to take care of you.
whatever the case may be with these gifts, you hope they meant what they said in the note. you yearn to be their favourite, you want them to look forward to finding you.
(and you hope they aren’t disappointed once they do).
four alphas expressing an interest in you is far more than you could’ve hoped for. it will break you when the unfortunate outcome finally rears its head and you don’t get to follow them to their home.
you hope that you’ll still get to keep one of their hoodies once The Selection passes.
in my defense, i was ovulating when this n00dled in my head.
A/N: You guys have been asking for more smut and I wanted to wrap up my role reversal series before I tried writing any more smut but now it’s done so here you go! This is for @parker1fan so I hope this lives up to your expectations and I apologize if it doesn’t! No taglist for this one because I don’t know if any of y’all are minors. Posts might slow down a bit because I’m going on vacation and will only have my phone, so just a heads up!
Synopsis: Even the smallest, most normal actions of yours pull the boys deeper into love with you. And sometimes, deeper into you.
CW: Smut, p in v, anal, (two) threesomes, oral (m receiving), creampies, fingering, kissing, marking, bruising, dirty talk, praise, cursing, rough sex, lazy sex, etc.
Predicting the sexual appetites of your five demon boyfriends at any time of day was really just a roll of the dice. You had to admit that sometimes you were the one that initiated it, but most of the time you could be doing something totally normal like cooking a snack for yourself and the few boys in the apartment and one of them would come up behind you with roaming hands and needy lips, kissing along your jaw.
Like right now.
Jinu was on one side of you and Kwan on the other, their arms around your hips and waist as they kissed your neck, nibbling at your jaw. Your head tilted back with a soft sigh, “Guys, I’m cooking here…” But you still flicked your hand to turn the stove off.
Kwan hummed against your skin, “Hmm, sorry babe, you just look like such a sweet little wife, cooking for us. Let us show you how much we appreciate you, yeah?”
Jinu began leading you away from the kitchen, the food forgotten, “Come on, pretty girl. Come sing for us.”
The next few moments were a haze of stumbling footsteps, needy kisses, and roaming hands as the three of you left a trail of clothes behind you that the others would probably find later.
You lay between the two men, the dim room lit by the sun coming in through the window curtains and the warm glow of three pairs of eyes. You had a hand wrapped around Jinu’s shoulder, the other tangled in Kwan’s hair. Jinu nipped at your neck, leaving a trail of his marks amongst the map of fading bruises still there, a hand between your legs, lazily rubbing mindless shapes on your clit. Kwan’s lips were around your nipple, his eyes watching your expression intently as his fingers stretched your slick cunt open for them.
“Jinu… Kwan…” You mewled breathlessly, writhing in pleasure between them, your hips rocking into their hands. “Please…”
Jinu hummed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine at how close his voice was to your ear, “Please what, pretty girl?” He murmured. “Use your words.”
You whined low in your throat, “Please… more…” You mewled, clenching your pussy around Kwan’s fingers as your body tremored with pleasure.
And then you were on all fours, Kwan behind you as his cock, slick with a combination of his pre and your arousal, sunk into your clenching heat, groaning at the sensation, “Fuck, babe, your little pussy swallows up my cock so nicely…”
You almost let your face fall into the blankets as the feeling of being so full of him made your head dizzy. But then Jinu was there, tilting your head back up by your chin as he sat in front of your face, his legs spread so his cock kissed your lips. “Open up for me, pretty girl.”
And by god, you did. You opened your mouth to let his tip in, Kwan’s growing thrusts rocking you further back and forth on Jinu’s cock as he hissed. “Shit… so hot…”
The boys moved in sync in you, Kwan would pull back, his grip on your hips pulling your mouth off of Jinu’s cock until only the tip was in your mouth. And then Kwan would thrust back in and it would push you back down on Jinu’s cock as his hips rocked upwards. You moaned around Jinu’s cock, the vibrations making him roll his head back and curse.
“Oh, fuck, pretty girl, such a good girl, taking our cocks,” Jinu murmured as their hips sped up, rocking into you faster and harder.
“Fucking take ‘em, babe,” Kwan groaned, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave marks for later. It wasn’t long before your cunt started twitching and your hips squirmed in Kwan’s grasp. “You gonna cum for us, babe?”
”Mhmm…” You hummed around Jinu’s cock, your eyes watering and spit dripping down your chin messily. Jinu just cradled your face gently as he fucked your face.
“Go on, pretty girl, cum on our cocks.”
You cried out around his cock, falling onto your elbows as your pussy spasmed, twitching and clamping down on Kwan’s cock as he fucked you through your climax.
“Fuck, babe, so pretty when you cum for us…”
“Gonna cum too, pretty girl. Take it…”
One after the other, the two groaned, hilting themselves as far into your holes as they could as they spilled their release inside you. You moaned, gagging around Jinu’s cock as you tried to swallow the liquid before you choked. Jinu hissed at the way your throat convulsed around him before pulling free of your mouth with a gasp. You sagged, rolling onto your side, panting and Kwan rolling with you to wrap his arms around you from behind. He pressed a kiss against the back of your neck lovingly.
“Mmm, love you babe…”
After a moment, Jinu stood and went into the bathroom, coming out with a wet washcloth to clean you with before throwing it in the hamper and laying down in front of you with a sigh, pulling you into his arms as well.
“Rest, pretty girl, did so good for us…” He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you fell asleep for a short nap.
~~~
Then there was also the time where you were reading with Hyeon and Jum on the couch. You were reclined against Jum’s chest, sitting between his legs. Hyeon was laying on you, his cheek pressed against your chest as you held a book behind his head, flipping the pages every few moments. Music was playing softly in the background, the sound of Jum scrolling on his phone in your ear.
Then Hyeon was pressing soft kisses to your chest and you tangled your fingers in his hair to mindlessly play with the strands as you read. Jum set his phone down somewhere, his hand settling over your throat with a gentle press.
It escalated quickly yet softly. One of them took your book from your hand and set it on the coffee table, mindful enough to lay it facedown so your page would be saved for later. Jum’s hand came up to your jaw so he could tilt your head back and lock your lips together, exploring your mouth with his tongue with a lazy greed. Again and again your lips came together as Hyeon nipped at your chest with his teeth, digging his teeth in and leaving marks.
Soon enough, clothes were scattered and you were pressed between the two men, Jum’s cock throbbing against your back while Hyeon ground against your clit, making you gasp.
You could hardly get a word out, only able to gasp and mewl and whine against Jum’s lips as he refused to let you get a break for air, making your lips throb and surely bruise.
Hyeon’s chest rumbled against you, reaching down between you to stretch you on his fingers, humming pleasantly when he felt how wet you were for them. Jum reached down as well, his fingers taking some of your slick and pressing against your ass until he slipped a finger in.
You gasped, arching against them at the strange sensation as both your holes were slowly fingered open. Jum still did not relinquish your mouth as Hyeon’s teeth nipped at your jaw, pressing a kiss to soothe the red skin.
Almost lazily, they stretched you open between them, you writhing and whining until they pulled their fingers away and pressed into you from both sides. They groaned against you.
“Mmm, my beautiful, beautiful girl…” Jum murmured against your lips, his tongue flicking across the swollen skin.
“Princess…” Hyeon rumbled, pressing his nose to the crook of your neck and taking a deep inhale of your scent. At once, they began to move, sinking their cocks as far into you as they could as you gasped and then rocking you back and forth between them.
It was slow, almost lazy in a way as they kissed you, leaving their marks on your skin in whatever way they wanted, their cocks stretching your holes. You could only writhe in pleasure at the sensations as they took their time with you.
You don’t know how long you lay there, dizzy with pleasure between them as they rocked into you at a lazy pace, groaning and pressing closer to you each time you clenched around their cocks.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Bit by bit, they built you up higher and higher, just barely keeping you from falling over the edge as you teetered. You were panting and whining into Jum’s mouth, his lips just as swollen and bruised as yours was but he kept pressing them against you, tasting you over and over again as Hyeon licked at your neck, purring at your scent.
And then it was as easy as Hyeon’s pelvis grinding against your clit as he rocked into you.
You gasped, moaning as your eyes rolled back and you came around their cocks. You cunt clamped down around them, a silken vice as they cursed and groaned, pressing into you all the way to the hilts of their cocks and spilling their cum into you, the three of you twitching with pleasure.
You sagged limply between them. Jum pressed one last kiss against your lips and Hyeon nuzzled your jaw affectionately, their eyes closing as yours did.
The three of you fell asleep, their softening cocks plugging their cum in your holes.
~~~
And the time that Chungae drew you a bath after a long day. Well… admittedly, you had invited him to join you and he had happily joined you in the warm, scented water with his cock already stiffening with interest before he had even pulled you into his lap.
“My darling, you work too hard,” He hummed rubbing your shoulders.
You sighed as he rolled a knot out, “We all do, sweetheart, it’s hard for all of us to catch time together…” You leaned back against him, letting him wrap his arms around your shoulders and hold you close to him, sinking the two of you a little deeper into the water.
You turned in his arms so you could face him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder and closing your eyes. You felt his lips softly kiss the lids of your eyes and then your cheeks and then your lips as you smiled softly. You could feel Chungae’s cock hardening against your belly, his hips twitching slightly to grind against you.
“Mmm,” Chungae hummed against your lips, brushing your wet hair over your shoulder, “I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” You smiled in response. Chungae sighed in pleasure and it wasn’t long before he was lifting you and settling you onto his cock. The two of you sighed in pleasure, holding each other close in the water as he stretched you open slowly, patiently on his cock.
He rocked up into you, easing inch after inch into you as he watched every little minuscule change in your expression. You wrapped your arms around his neck, rocking your hips to meet his until he was fully seated within you as he groaned, pulling you closer to him so he could pepper your face with kisses.
“Ah, you feel so perfect around me, my love,” Chungae sighed, his hands settling on your hips to set the pace, guiding your hips up and down on his cock to meet the steady thrusts of his own hips up into you.
You moaned as he moved harder and faster into you, the water in the bath sloshing with each move you both made. “Chungae…” You moaned pleasurably. His cock was grinding against your walls with each thrust in a way that made your head foggy, mouthing at his neck mindlessly.
“Fuck, darling, you’re gonna make me cum…” Chungae moaned, his head tilting back for you as his hips thrusted harder up into you, the angle shifting just slightly, just enough to hit your spot, making you wrap your arms around him tighter with a gasp and a mewl.
“Oh, right there, you’re gonna me cum too…”
“Yeah? Cum with me then, darling,” Chungae whispered in your ear right before the both of you tipped over the edge, moans filling the bathroom. Your pussy trembled and pulsed around him, drawing out every drop of his release as he spilled deep in your cunt.
Coming down from your highs, the two of you sagged in the water, his cock softening in your cunt as the two of you just breathed for a moment, holding each other closely. Chungae pressed soft kisses against your temple before he pulled out to help you wash off. Then he drained the tub and dried you both off before taking you to bed to rest with him.
A/N: I’ll probably make another part to this later about how some of the other boys one-on-one with you or other ‘team ups’ they do but, again, I’m new to writing smut so I’m not in a lot of hurry to write it… Also, in my mind, Hyeon would be the type of guy that would definitely sniff your panties.
Outtakes:
You: *Doing something completely unsexy like eating ramyeon in an old, oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants*
Saja Simps: *Biting their lips and looking you up and down* “So… hey babe?~”
You: “I’m literally just eating!”
…
Rumi: “What’re you doing?”
You: *sitting on their couch with a blanket over your head, eyes flickering back and forth* “I don’t get boys…”
Rumi: “What’d they do now?”
You: “I was literally just drinking water and then suddenly we’re fucking!”
…
The Boys: *domestically cooking food for you* *cleaning the apartment without having to be asked* *making a grocery list* *folding the laundry without whining*
You: *getting flashes of what married life with them would be like*
if you’re wondering why spellcheck and grammar check is worse now, it’s because they replaced it with AI! 🥰
now, instead of maintaining a comprehensive, nuanced, and human-maintained encyclopedia by which to check your document, they have switched to an AI that just compares what you’ve written to what other people write in, say, Google Docs, and use the most commonly used iteration.
ever have it change something like “all intents and purposes” to “all intensive purposes” or “should’ve” to “should of”? that’s why!
people make the same spelling and grammar mistakes so often, AI thinks that’s the way you say it because it is a PATTERN DETECTOR and cannot THINK let alone use language.
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