An AU where Walt and Jesse are in prison and where Walt is an alpha and Jesse is an omega and Hank ends up finding the Laundromat so now they’re cell mates, sentenced for life, and Jesse goes into heat on his third night in this giant, 300 inmate institution just fucking teeming with angry-ass looking alphas.
(Curtains open)
Jesse is laying in his bunk thinking how tomorrow is going to be such a cluster fuck 'cause the guards are like taking the leashes off so to speak. No child locks or safety nets or nothing. It's like fucking real prison starts.
And when shit couldn't get any worse. Jesse releases his heat is starting...
Like he was feverish and jittery all day but like yo he's in fucking prison and that chili that served wasn't like super awesome. He just kept brushing it off but now his prick is gettin’ hard in his pajama pants and he rubs his ass against the back of the bed, already feeling himself getting wet.
He screws his eyes shut thinking like WHY today? WHY now?
He licks his lips and just softly grinds back for a little release.
Then he's like OH SHIT. He has to go to the cafeteria and the yard and like leather making class or whatever bullshit things they make you go to here to rehabilitate you and this place is fucking teeming with these big-ass mean-looking alphas. And Jesse ain't wearing ANYTHING to mask that shit.
He whines a little, shutting his eyes even tighter like he can just wake himself up in his bed again and he wishes he never ever fucking complained about only having a plug 'cause this is 1,000 times worse.
Jesse wedges a hand down his pajama pants like in route to his ass when he feels another hand cup his knuckles through his pants.
His eyes pop the fuck open and Mr. White is standing there looking horny as shit, petting Jesse's hand and crotch too since that's where's Jesse's touching himself. And Mr. White whispers "Shh. It's okay. Come down in my bunk with me. I can take care of you."
Walt can tell Jesse is uncomfortable with his proposition but he nudges Jesse's hand away and starts rubbing the inseam of his pajama pants with just one teasing finger right over his opening.
It's a very gentle, coy little touch but he can feel Jesse getting wetter, muscles fluttering and contracting, desperate to clench around something solid and thick.
Walt gingerly cups the boy's ass and says, "Come on, Son. This discomfort is very unnecessary. Just come down to my bed like a good boy."
Jesse opens his mouth, just barely moaning and he can't fucking think straight at all. He just jolts up and like grabs onto the dude's shoulders and like fucking monkey climbs down Mr. White's body to get off his bed.
Then Mr. White sort of guides him or whatever to get on top of the guy's bedspread that's identical to Jesse's. It's like real stiff and has fucking sea shells on it for no fucking reason considering their in fucking Arizona and this thing is about to be covered in Jesse's slick and come like Jesse's pretty sure of that. But Mr. White climbs into bed behind him and Jesse sort of just naturally like basic omega instinct, lifts his ass for the guy on his knees and elbows.
Walt is loving this, incredibly hard just smelling the sweet, alluring notes coming off of Jesse. He gets his fingers around the waistband and peels off the boy's pajama pants and standard grey briefs they were issued except now Jesse's are just absolutely soaked. And Walt spreads Jesse open a little bit more, his opening gleaming even in the dusky lighting here and Walt can't hear any guards in the hall and he almost moans thinking about how long he's wanted to do this before he bends down and takes a long, slow lick
The boy tastes as sweet as he smells. And soon enough Walt is eating Jesse out. Lapping at his opening in languid swipes of his tongue, alternating shallow and deep when he slithers his way inside. And the boy is a trembling mess beneath him, humping back on Walt's mouth before Walt can restrain his hips
Jesse's swearing under his breath and whimpering and eventually has to bite a big wad of the blanket to keep from yelling. And it doesn't take long at all for Jesse to come messy on Walt's bedspread and Walt can feel the contractions against his mouth and his cock leaks just thinking about how it will feel when Jesse does that again with Walt properly inside him.
daddystinsoldier asked: I've already asked for a book rec so I'm not sure if this is cool, but I was hoping you could recommend some books about grief/grieving/mourning the death of loved ones. Since Robin Williams died I've been having a really hard time and, I dunno. I guess I just want some solidarity or something.
I completely understand. I am so sorry to hear that you have been going through that, though. It really was tragic and made me very sad as well. Here are some books that I think do a good job of showing how different people grieve the loss of loved ones. i hope you find comfort in some of them!
1. The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen
2. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
3. Love Letters to the Dead by Ava Dellaira
4. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
5. A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
6. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
Thanks for the question! Hope it gets better for you!
Dean watched the other out of the corner of his eye, noting his reaction to the chocolate curiously. Considering both Misha’s robes and his rather over the top reaction to what was just a bit of chocolate, Dean assumed that he wasn’t particularly well-off. The realization was neither here nor there; what did it matter how much money he had?
"Mm?" Dean made a curious noise at the outstretched hand before turning to face it and accept the handshake. "That’s one helluva name. I can see why you go by a nickname instead." Dean’s lips pulled into a small smile.
Before he had a chance to assure Misha that it was entirely okay and that the rambling didn’t bother him, he had already closed off.
"Hey, it’s fine. Doesn’t bother me."
Misha looked up at Dean. "Really?" he asked. "Y-you don't...mind? Sorry. It's just...at school, kids always told me I talked to much. They always liked Sasha better. Of course, he's the normal one. I'm even going to save up so that he can afford real robes instead of something like mine."
He bit his lip and looked away for a moment. "Sasha's my little brother. He's eight, so it'll be a while before he starts coming to Hogwarts. But when he does, I bet he'll make tons of friends. He's good at that. He's actually pretty normal. He was writing me a letter yesterday so that it'll get to me this weekend. We can't afford an owl, so we have to mail everything to someone who does and then they put it in with their stuff when their owls leave."
He turned his attention back to Dean. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?"
daddystinsoldier asked: Are there any books that you think everyone should read at least once?
I always have books that I want everyone to read at least once. Of course, these choices are purely based on my opinion and not any national or international standards. But the books below are ones that I think everyone should at least give a good try because of the nature or just how much I loved them :)! Hope they help!
1. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak- for what it teaches you AND The beauty of the writing
2. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling- because it made up so much of my childhood along with teaching lessons
3. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë - because it is refreshing to see a stronger female character from that time period
4. Oh, the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Suess - everyone needs some inspiration at some points in their lives
5. Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov- good lesson on unreliable narrators and how really bad people can sometimes be charming if they want to
6. Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult - compelling book that does a wonderful job of showing that nothing is black and white
Thanks for the question! Sorry it took me so long to answer!
who wears the ugly christmas sweaters: Rose, & it takes her giving him more than half his body weight of alcohol to convince him to join her.
who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa: he'd make the hot cocoa, & she'd drop the little marshmallow into them-- they'd probably make it through 10 minutes of some random Christmas movie that was showing on TV before they're fighting for the last few marshmallow left in the kitchen.
who starts the snowball fight: Dean does, & instantly it becomes a battle of technique. Which of course Rose wins, pinning him down to the ice covered ground with a proud smirk.
who drags the other under the mistletoe: Dean drags Rose under the mistletoe, & for a long few moments it's just them smiling at each other, eyes squinting as she laughs gently when he rubs his nose playfully against hers. & It's a natural progression when their lips finally meet underneath.
who decorates the house: Dean, & he drags Rose into every single room to help. She groans every time he moves her, but really just enjoys checking out his bum when he attempts to hang tinsel off particularly high shelves.
who hangs up the ornaments on the tree: Rose does one colour, & he does another. Starting at the same point & working around, until they meet once again in the middle. Rose distracting Dean with a kiss so she can grab the star from the box with a teasing laugh.
who cooks christmas dinner: Neither. They go out & buy a pre-made roast, & apple pie.
who invites the other to sing a christmas duet: Dean invites Rose to sing, coaxing her in with his imaginary guitar skills until she's laughing so hard, & he thinks her laughter is as good as music.
if they have any holiday traditions: he'll always get the last piece of pie.
who would start a food fight during baking: Rose, & he'd lift her over his shoulder, carrying her around the house with a laughing blonde vibrating against him until she apologises.
who would get drunk off of eggnog: Dean, even though he swear he only has a few pints. & Rose would let him lay his head in her lap as they talked, albeit without much clarity. But they dozed off with smiles on their faces.
"It's snowing," Emma observed with a sense of wonder that was reserved for those who had never experienced snow before. She looked to her father with excitement. "Does that mean we can put holiday decorations up at the next hotel?"
She'd been dying to ask for the last three stops but had held off, figuring that it was too soon or Dean would already have mentioned it. Now that it was only days until Christmas and the snow was falling, she just couldn't hold back her hope and excitement. It was her first Christmas season, after all.
