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Nothing Less Than True Romance

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, nervous boys, smut heavy chapter, past abuse, teasing, Dom's thicc ass, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, desperate boys, d/s undertones, Kells being a dom, Kells being a mouthy top, directions, hand jobs, blow jobs, talks about anal, talks about triggers, choking (with a cock), cunnilingus, masterbation, accidentally saying the wrong thing, crying, hormones, Dom being a caring alpha, Kells being a sneaky omega, accidental sex(?), body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The closer the Alpha was to Colson's cock the faster his heart sped. They had fucked in the midst of a rough heat and rubbed off on each other like horny teens but this? This was on purpose, no question about it. The moment his Alpha touched him there he had to admit what he was. A needy omega who liked men. Well… one man. And fuck he was a pretty one.

“You cringing at the fhought of me? Ain't touched ya yet.” Dom teased as he settled on his stomach between his lover's legs. He could feel the apprehension, the man was obviously nervous but he understood. Col had been through hell too and they could be careful. They could take it slow.

“No. Shut the fuck up. I was cringing at the thought of your damn shoes on my bed. Plus, you've never done this. You might think you're supposed to use teeth or some shit.”

“You ain't?” Dom teased back, his crimson eyes wide with faux innocence. The color and scent of his desire in the room slightly ruined that picture.

“Dumbass.” Kells huffed but his partner surprised a laugh out of him when he turned to look over his shoulder.

“Don't look dumb.” The Alpha hummed, wiggling his hips till the ass in question bounced.

“Dummy thicc maybe.” The omega sighed under his breath and wondered for a moment what that ass would feel like wrapped around his dick. How against Alpha's was his, he wondered. Would Dom allow something like that? “You ever play with yourself?” He asked before he could help it. He knew the boy was mostly virginal but there was a chance… Besides, it gave him a moment to panic to himself. There was nothing wrong with being with a man but he had left over self hatred from his dad.

Dominic paused and tilted his head, he wasn't sure what his mate was asking. “Like…” He trailed off, moving one hand in a vulgar motion.

The hand signal was so close to Colson's cock he swore he could feel the fist around him and he had to swallow hard as he shook his head. “N-no. Your ass.”

“Oh. Um-” Without thinking Dom curled his palm around Col’s cock, as if he did it all the time. As if it wasn't some huge step between them. As if Kells wasn't battling internal homophobia. Or was it a form of misogyny? The omega jumped and bit his lip. He knew the bastard did that on purpose, he could feel his lover’s pride whether at his own sneakiness or Col’s reaction he wasn't sure. “I ‘ave a few times yeah. Jus' to see. Why?” His palm squeezed softly and he practiced a stroke. He was trying to act nonchalant but saliva was pooling on his tongue and he knew he was leaking a puddle of precum on the bed. His mate was going to be so upset.

Col could be honest or he could play a game. They had already crossed the starting line and he couldn't look away. It seemed obscene but he knew it was only the first step. “Was picturing my dick in your ass.” He didn't mean to be so blunt but he never had been good at faking demure. He'd acted as an Alpha so long it was part of him now.

“Oh. Yeah?” Dom's voice was breathy. He didn't know that was something either of them might want.

“Yeah.”

“‘Is dick?” The boy teased as he inched closer, flicking his tongue over the crown.

Colson's hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets and he squeezed them to keep from bucking up. “Yeah. Would you want it?”

“Long as it's you and ‘is dick.” It was weirdly intimate and romantic and Col would have smiled if the freak didn't strike. Those plush lips sealed around his tip and his sharp tongue teased all it could reach. It was messy as soon as he started, spit dripping down his shaft. Dom was eager though and thorough as fuck. Beginner's luck he was sure.

“Mmm fuck- yeah. Just like that- look at you.” Kells had forgotten to warn his boy of one very specific thing- he was a mouthy bitch. The only reason he hadn't gone off when they had sex was that he'd been so gone from his heat but there was something about having someone blow him. About watching someone choke on his cock. “Good boy. Little more? Deeper? You can take it.” He rasped and was surprised when Dom didn't just obey but fucking moaned for him.

Dom was so fucked. He never had the chance to find out what he liked in bed so everything was a new experience between them. He knew deep down it was probably childhood trauma but hearing someone praise him was a rapture. He twirled his tongue around the edge of his mate's crown and sucked as much as he could. His knot was already pulsing where his cock rest against the bed and his hips were rolling in small sharp thrusts.

“You look so p-pretty like this. Good mmm- good boy. More. Just like that. Can I- fuck-” Kells couldn't finish his sentence so he tested the waters with a gentle push. When his Alpha choked and whined through his nose he couldn't help but groan.

Dom didn't know how to say yes, he couldn't seem to make himself pull off. Instead he rolled his gaze up to meet the other's and tried one small nod. When Colson just watched him he huffed softly and patted his hair before letting his mouth go slack. He might have been mostly virginal but he wasn't daft- normally- and he was desperate to let his omega to fuck his face.

Kells cursed under his breath and thanked whatever part of the universe blessed him with such a weird ass Alpha. As his fingers tangled in the boy's messy hair he caught his psycho bitch wink. “Ya know I was almost scared I'd miss pussy with you. But look at that fucking mouth. Already a slut. Taste good don't it?” He asked as he wrapped his long legs around Dom's chest.

The first thrust was careful and the Alpha rolled his eyes, but something warm and safe was happening in his mind. He could trust the man underneath him and he wanted his mate to feel comfortable with him too. Somewhere deep inside his mind he wanted to be used. It felt akin to when he finally let go and let his urges win. He was surrendering to Col's needs completely and it felt like the other side of the coin to his darker edge. He could be used for destruction and that's all he was used to but he could also play fuck doll to his mate and help the man through his fears.

Dom was too up in his head but with every tug of his hair he was sinking deeper and losing his train of thought. What the fuck was happening? What magic did Kells have over him? Slick smeared against his chest and the scent was intoxicating, he felt baptized anew in his mate's need. Colson's mouth never stopped and it almost made it Alpha blush. He'd never felt so complimented and debased. “Perfect fucking mouth. Shit- gonna- yeah, just like that. Hold your breath?” He barely warned before Dominic was choking on his dick. He didn't ask and he didn't retreat when the boy turned pink.

Col was in heaven, his nerves were washed away on a rush of wanttakeneed. Dom's throat was spasming, his body fighting for air, but the fucker trusted Kells so completely he knew he could let him pass out and he'd be thanked for the deed. It felt like too much power for one man, the thought of a leashed Yungblud, but the omega's favorite thing was control of a deadly weapon and power to do whatever the fuck he wished. For just a moment he wondered how he got so damn lucky but that too drifted away as he watched plush lips nearly kiss his inked skin. “Almost. Al- fucking hell- such a good bitch.”

Dom preened internally as his head went dizzy but he kept his lips tightly sealed. He hadn't meant to let the other man finish so soon but he knew the telltale signs. The taste of precum coated his tongue and the weight in his mouth was twitching. His own cock was throbbing so hard that he thought he might pass out but for the moment everything felt secondary. His fight or flight said he could die but the Alpha in him purred happily. His head tingled where his hair was pulled but pride welled in his chest when his lips met skin. “Fuck- oh god look at you- fucking-” Something must have worried his omega because Colson's voice went thready and he started to try and pull out. Dom tried to growl and press closer and his throat swallowed hard. “Fuck!”

Kells tried to be nice, he felt frantic as pleasure zinged up his spine but crimson eyes met his and he felt a chill at what he saw. It was Dom but… not. Somehow it didn't frighten him and instead just pushed him closer to that edge. When the bastard refused to move he couldn't help what happened next.

When white heat choked the Alpha his mate finally pulled him off. The last few drops landed on his tongue and he savored his lover's flavor as he panted for breath and grinned like the Cheshire cat down at his fucked out lover. As he waited for Col to regain his ability to speak he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft wet place between those long spread legs. The scent was so intense it felt like it was all he could breath or taste. It was thick on his tongue like he'd already licked and he wondered if now his mate might allow…

Colson jumped at the feeling of hot breath over his slippery wet folds and he felt himself clench tight around nothing. He didn't slam his legs closed but it was a near thing, if letting Dom blow him was a big step this was a jump over the damn grand canyon. “Fuck are you-” He stopped himself from being mean, this was exactly what the boy was supposed to do. He wasn't even doing anything yet, just breathing Col in. Fucking weirdo. He could almost see himself falling in love with him. Shit.

“You smell like sex.” Dom growled, his voice rough and scratchy and dripping desire. It made the omega's breath catch in his chest. He did that damage to the killer.

“Duh.” He huffed simply, his mind barely online. The bastard had just blown his mind, wasn't he supposed to find his own release? Was Dom ever selfish? He couldn't be the only demanding one, it might make him spoiled. Or worse... Make him think he needed to be nice.

“I'd like to taste you.” The Alpha tried to purr. It was a simple request that felt monumental.

“You just did.” Kells knew he was being a dick, his lover was being patient and calm and it bothered something in the older man. Maybe if he just fucking took but no, he was forcing Col to give consent at every turn. “What do you want?”

The question reminded Dom of their first time. He'd held the man down and demanded he give him explicit permission. If his mate wanted to play that game… “To taste ya cunt while I play wiv me’self. Wanna put me tongue inside you as deep as I can and preferably make you squirt on me face.”

The Alpha held such strong eye contact through his whole spiel that by the time he was done and licking his pillow lips of any remnant of cum and his own blood, all Kells could say was- “Oh.” He couldn't answer aloud, his heart was racing and the bastard was choking him right back with his own speeding pulse stuck in his throat. What he could do was grip the pillow next to him and hold it against his chest but Dom took that too and tossed it aside.

“Fuck tha’. I wanna ‘ear you scream.”

“Cocky fuck.”

Dom just smirked and swiped his fingers through the mess of slick on his chest before he flicked his tongue obscenely around them to prove his point. Maybe he had a reason to be cocky. “Is there anything on you not weirdly perfectly sized for porn?”

Dom snorted a laugh and choked on his own digits but the human moment soothed a little of the raging nerves in Colson's chest. “Look in a mirror luv.”

Kells shrugged but he couldn't snark back as his Alpha started to move in again. Their eyes locked as his breath hit wet skin and when the omega didn't move to stop him again he let himself relax. With the first taste he knew nothing could ever compare. He had no idea what he was doing but he let himself take it slow and explore. The tip of his tongue traced blushed quivering wet skin from the omega's ass to his balls. Occasionally he let himself slip between and circle his hole but mostly he was just learning the shape of his mate and what made him whimper. It wasn't long before the man's legs were trembling and threatening to close around his head.

Where Col had been a mouthy bitch about his cock this felt different. He didn't know what he liked and he couldn't direct the boy anywhere. His inner walls spasmed every time Dom teased, his tongue nearly dipping inside over and over. The omega had never even played with himself besides the night he met the younger man and he didn't think that counted. Of course he liked his g-spot touched, that felt like a given, but Dom just wouldn't go inside. He shook when the boy sealed his lips against his hole and sucked before the fucker pulled back and spit pink tinged slick into his palm. Kells watched with round eyes as Dom wiggled his hand under himself and when that tell tale sticky wet sound hit his ears he knew he turned pink.

The Alpha groaned and pulled back enough to speak. Everything felt overwhelming and he knew he wouldn't last long but he needed to check in. The difference in his mate was too stark. “Wha’ you need?”

“I don't know.” Col whispered honestly. “It feels-” He flushed hotter but he couldn't finish the compliment. “Deeper?”

Dominic nodded and fought his deep aching need to shove his cock where it belonged. He wouldn't be like that, they had to learn each other first, but fuck it was hard to battle instincts. “Can I go inside?”

“With what?” The fear was immediate but he trusted Dom. It was a knee jerk reaction he knew they could overcome.

“Me tongue. Tha's all. Or you could touch ya’self?” Somehow his pride wasn't wounded that he might not make his lover scream. He knew they had time to find out what drove each other wild. This was about so much more than that. This was about making his mate feel loved- something Dom had never tried to do before. He'd never built trust in that way or cared to connect. So much was so new to them both.

The butterflies in Colson's stomach threatened to make him sick but the need rushing through him was stronger. He could see his own desire dripping down the Alpha's face. He wasn't ready to touch himself again, that felt too close to admitting what he was which admitted what grew between them- literally- but he could admit something he wanted. “Show me your dick. Sit back.”

Dom's brow arched but of course he obeyed. He settled back on his ankles and inched closer as Kells spread his legs. They both froze for a moment when the shiny pink tip of Dom's cock brushed his folds. It was an accident but they both felt wetter at the touch. “Fuck m’sorry.” The boy muttered but Col could tell it was just as torturous for the younger man as it was for him to keep their puzzle pieces from slotting together. Shit, why were they being careful?

“Why aren't we fucking again? It's not like I can get more-” He stopped himself short and grit his teeth but he knew the fucker read between the lines by the smile on his face. “Would you just shut the fuck up and put something inside me before I make you?” He felt the mistake as he said it and his heart dropped but his lover just shook his head as if to say it was okay. He caught the slight fall of a smile though and it made his heart ache. Here Dom was trying so hard to be careful of his limits and he just bulldozed over his. Fuck.

Dominic wondered if everyone had to be so careful, if all sex was a journey of learning each other. He didn't think so, he was pretty sure they were just a special matching set of mental issues but he wouldn't let it mess anything up between them. When he caught the shine of tears in his omega's eyes he let go of his cock and moved to crawl over him. For just a moment he didn't even notice how close they were again. He was too concerned about Col’s emotional state. Could he start blaming hormones yet or was it all on him? He supposed either way it was his fault. “‘Ey, you okay. Did I do summat wrong?” His voice was soft and rasped but Colson just scoffed.

“Did you? Fuck you. You have to tell me when I push it. We literally just talked about this shit. I'm sorry.” Kells sniffled but the pretty bastard just grinned. It was like he wasn't used to anyone caring. Maybe he wasn't. Fuck.

“We good. You can make me do whatever you want. Use me. I trust you.” At Dom's soft words Colson gasped, those three little words were almost worse than the others. Didn't he just prove he couldn't be trusted to censor himself? “‘Ey, stop tha’. Can feel ya brain. Be nice.” He huffed, pressing a still bloody and slick wet kiss to Col’s lips. Another. His cum covered tongue swiped across the seam of his lips and the next noises between them were soft whimpers.

Kells pulled the younger man flush against him and when he felt his lover's cock ghost his folds again his hips bucked up to chase him. They were both so wet they slipped against each other but Dom was still trying to hold himself back. Col threw his leg around the boy’s waist and tried grinding his core against the ridge of his Alpha's knot. As their tongues met and their breathing sped he kept inching closer to what they both so obviously needed.

“I were trying to wait.” Dom panted and Colson answered by biting his lower lip and sucking it between his own. “I- we shouldn't. Not yet.” His voice was as broken as he felt. The feel of Col’s hot wet cunt was too much. The omega made it to the tip of his dick, his hole catching and waiting there. It was torture. It was too much. It wasn't like the sociopath was good at self control.

“Are you waiting for me or for you?” Colson's voice was trembling as much as his body and his desire burned in his belly like fire. The look of need Dom gave him was a beautiful sight but he felt the man struggling against himself.

Dominic took a loud breath, something more akin to a groan. “Boff. You.” He admitted, he was having trouble remembering why though.

“And if I need more?”

“Fucking ‘ell-” The words were choked out as the Alpha released the last of his self control and their bodies moved fast in tandem. Dom bucked up and Colson thrust down and their shared breath sounded almost like a shout.

Kells didn't berate his shaking mate for his size or anything else. For once he couldn't find anything to complain about. The stretch was intense and overwhelming but somehow still felt exactly where they belonged. Dom’s arms wrapped tight around him as their sweat wet bodies slid against each other in a sticky loud mess. There wasn't an inch between them and Dom barely pulled out before rocking back in.

It felt slow and desperate, their holds tight and bodies weak for each other. It wasn't a push-pull but they met in the middle and their gazes never left the other except to blink away sweat. They couldn't kiss anymore, they could barely breathe. They just held on and swayed together as their pleasure built closer to release.

Every catch of Dom's crown against his spot had Colson nearly breaking, there was a knot of heat in his belly pulling tight and putting pressure where he wasn't used to it yet. The Alpha was going to get what he wanted but it wouldn't be on his face. “I'm-” He tried to speak but he couldn't and thankfully his mate seemed to understand.

“Please?” Dom was so close it ached but he wanted to watch his lover's pleasure and it was as if Kells had been waiting for just that word. His golden eyes went wide and his lips parted on a gasp. His body trembled in the Alpha's hold as he came for the man just as he asked. He could feel his own need rushing through his veins but he tried to keep his forming knot from slipping inside as Col gushed for him and made the slide so fucking smooth.

“P-please?” The omega pleaded right back, his leg tightening behind Dom's back.

“But the b-” He didn't get to finish his worry before his mate was grinding them tight. They shared a breathy moan as their bodies locked together and Dom’s cock jerked hard as he filled his lover's womb somehow fuller.

“Shut the fuck up.” Col teased, trying to kiss his boy into submission. It wasn't like they could separate without damage.

“Pushy bastard.”

“You love it.”

And even though it confused everything inside the sociopath, he knew his mate was correct. He didn't just love it, he loved Colson. He loved his mate. He wisely kept the revelation to himself, they both liked his knot too much to risk the man trying to pull away. “Eh. Maybe.” He teased instead and they shared a strangely gentle kiss for two normally rough men.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I'm not sure this is up to my usual standards but I'm pretty sick today so I hope it's okay. I love them being needy and gentle though. I honestly thought they would just play but Kells was insistent they do more 🤭 I hope you enjoyed it! 💣🖤

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Take it Out of My Chest

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warning: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, asthma, MF being a meddling alpha, threats, Dom almost snapping, Collette being a saint, awkward boys, sweet kisses, teasing each other, back handing, blood, deep talks, Big Bad Things revealed, past SA, past miscarriage, terrible parents, past major abuse (seriously! Keep yourselves safe!), self hate, mentions of killing, past murder threats from family, pregnancy talks, terrified Kells, playful insults, body worship, trigger talks, boys getting naked, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: lets say explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom could feel his asthma acting up as he ran back to the place his lover called home. His mate. His family. He made something pure from himself and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had an errant thought he hoped he didn't give his child his shite lungs but even that made him smile. He made a baby. With Colson. His mate.

For once he went on the elevator when he reached the hotel. He was pretty sure the staff would allow him but as he reached to push the button he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of his forearm. Oh. Oh! His omega bit him! His mark had marked him back. Fighting or not it must have counted to their bodies. If the Alpha hadn't been so excited he would have facepalmed himself.

His phone went off and he picked it up to find a simple text. It was from the omega he was heading to see as if Kells could feel him approaching. For a second he couldn't figure out the meaning of the string of numbers but when the glass box stopped and refused to open on the correct floor it all made sense. A pass code. Mr. Gun was welcoming him back. With a smile that hurt his cheeks and felt near manic Dom typed in the code but the moment the doors opened his glee vanished. Or retreated. He could still feel it in his chest but it was hiding, his childlike happiness protecting itself from another bad Alpha. “Megan.” He growled as his hand reached for the bag at his hip. He didn't even carry his regular kit anymore after Col had made so many playful jokes. He didn't need the full thing but he never went anywhere without at least one blade. And that bitch was about to see what it felt like.

“Hey Daddy’s bitch. I thought I ran you off.” She purred, winking at him as they faced off in front of the elevator. “I honestly thought I'd find you in pieces on the sidewalk.”

She saw him. She knew he was outside the window and she'd kissed his mate to mark what she claimed as hers. “Not so easy to get rid of but I figured I should take out Col’s trash like a good mate.” He matched her energy even though all he wanted was to find his omega and… well he hadn't decided what to do yet. He just worried about letting his lover see him like that. They weren't hidden, there was a small hallway entrance from the elevator but it was open to the flat. Somewhere his family was waiting for him.

“I should have known he'd pick a pussy. Look at you being a good little leashed bitch. I guess that's why it couldn't work between him and I, I have to be on top.”

“I get you fink tha’s an insult but you obviously don't know good pussy. I feel bad for whoever you convince to fuck you.” This was what he loved, those moments before a kill where they traded verbal barbs. She might be a spider weaving her web but he was often compared to a cat. It wouldn't be hard to bat this bitch to death.

Megan stepped closer, standing on tiptoe to press herself close. He knew she was trying to show she wasn't scared of him but it didn't prove shite to him. “You should ask your bitch omega. He knows mine is magic.”

“Dom? You here?” The killer was distracted by his lover's voice instantly and Megan slipped out of the apartment as she laughed. His urges were burning inside him but they died down as the other man walked out to join him.

“You look-” They started to speak at the same time and stopped short. While they would normally playfully insult each other they couldn't at the moment. Everything felt strange.

“I was worried you wouldn't come back.” Kells made himself be honest. Open. His mother had told him he had to try.

“Oh? Cause of tha’ bitch? Nah. We good.” The Alpha shrugged, his heart in his throat. Col was still shirtless and his gaze kept dropping to that anarchy tat. Somewhere inside was something he helped make.

“We aren't. I fucked up. I mean, it's not like I owe you shit but…” Kells felt his emotions on a thin fuse. His eyes burned as if he might cry. He swallowed whatever he was about to say as his mother tried to sneak from his bedroom to the front door. The woman couldn't be stealth to save her life.

“Happy to see you back. You feeling better?” She asked of Dom as she stopped next to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He gave her a genuine smile and a soft hug. “M’great. Don't worry luv, I got ‘em.” He gave her a little wink and even though she had no thoughts of him of the sort she still blushed. There was something incredibly charming about the father of her grandchild. Oh. Oh absolutely not. That thought sobered her right up.

“You kids play nice.” She teased as she stepped to the door and paused a moment before making her exit. “Dom sweetheart, I was thinking of offering you and your brother the apartment down the hall. Do you think Tom would like it?” Oh, so it wasn't just Colson who had been occasionally texting his best friend. They were all getting to know each other. The Alpha might actually have a family. Shite.

“I fink as long as it's got good WiFi he's ‘appy.” Dom grinned back as his lover floundered behind them.

As the door closed and they were left alone- Kells thought, he felt a little awkward again. “Fuck me I guess. Could have sworn I was the boss.”

“No you couldn't.” Dom joked with a happy smile and Colson chuckled.

“No I couldn't.” He took a deep breath as the Alpha walked closer and let that scent comfort him. “You came back.”

Dom’s grin grew wider. “Ya needed me.”

“Fuck you.” Kells huffed back, reaching for the other man's hand. “Do me a favor?”

“Any’fing.” And Dom meant it.

Colson didn't use words, he didn't have to. He just yanked his lover's scarred arm and pulled the smaller man flush against him, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. “I fhought you ‘ated kisses.”

“Mmm. Had to get her off my face.” The words were muttered between gentle pecks, neither was ready for much more. Together didn't mean everything was fixed. They were both too scarred for that. “She made me puke.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Ope you rinsed ya mouf out.” Dom joked, his mouth parting as his omega licked playfully over the seam of his lips.

“Mmm no, you're better than Listerine.” Col laughed and made a noise like a squeak when the Alpha squeezed his hips.

They stood in the doorway of Colson's bedroom for a while, sharing kisses and wandering touches. It felt like a metaphor for all they were going through. The in-between. Did they go to the bedroom or did the Alpha leave? Dom knew he couldn't go but he couldn't just fall into bed yet either.

He took a breath and eased back from the kiss but he didn't pull his hands away. If the omega needed space he could take it. He wouldn't disconnect. “‘Ow long you known?”

The words felt like cold water on Col's head but he didn't pull away. Not yet. The comforting hold started to feel suffocating but he leaned back against the doorframe and met the younger man's gaze. “Know what?”

“Come on Cols. I might be daft but it's your body. We should ‘ave talked about it by now. You need to see a doctor or summat.” The thought made Dom’s pulse quicken and his stomach sour. He fucking hated doctors. Maybe a midwife?

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Come on, let's lay down.” Colson stepped away but he pulled his Alpha after him. He was trembling all over but he thought he might could stop the killer from talking another way.

“Colson come on, ya mum told me. I should ‘ave known but I fhought- I won't explain wha’ I fhought cause you'll fink I'm daft but… We need to talk about our b-” Or not. Kells backhanded his Alpha so hard Dom stumbled back against the door frame. In-between again so soon, but he caught himself and stepped closer. Refusing to be pushed away so easily.

“S-sorry. I didn't mean-”

“It's okay. Ain't upset. It's a lot, I get it. Especially wiv ‘ow you live. I understand but we need-”

“The fuck you do!” Colson didn't mean to scream. He didn't mean to use so much volume his throat hurt. He didn't mean to shake and he definitely didn't mean for his eyes to fill so full he almost cried. He couldn't lose his shit. They were so close to making it work.

Dominic took a deep breath and the scent of terrified omega hurt his heart. He didn't want to make his love cry but they needed to talk and too many pieces of the puzzle were starting to click into place. He didn't want to scare his mate so he walked around to his side of the bed. He kept his distance but sat down, facing away for a moment. He couldn't look at the man while he spoke. He knew that sometimes the only way to make someone feel safe opening up was to know someone else had been through a similar battle.

Kells didn't move. He couldn't. He could feel something dark and twisted between them but it didn't feel wrong. It was as if their masks had fallen away completely and their devils were meeting each other. He just stayed standing next to the bed and met Dom’s eyes in the reflection of the shower wall.

“Me dad was so bloody exited to ‘ave a baby Alpha. Me mum told me it was the best day of ‘is life when I were born. Tha’ didn't last. Pretty soon I showed signs of asthma and he got upset he was given a broken kid.” Dom shrugged but it was only the beginning and Col could tell. “Me parents fucking ‘ated each over. Me dad beat me mum a lot. And me. He said the only good fings about ‘megas was a wet cunt, a willing slave, and a top price broodmare. But he didn't even marry one. Mum was a beta. He said one weren't good enough for tha’.” He sighed, hunching in on himself as he neared the first part he had to fight to say aloud.

“When I were about seven I got a lil sister. Ended up wiv two but… summat really broke in ‘im after ‘er. It probably always was. She was like you. An omega. Beautiful and sweet and so small. He was pissed. He wanted to sell ‘er right away but mum convinced him to wait. Dad he… he must ‘ave fhought I should ‘ave felt summat wiv ‘er around because when I jus’ treated ‘er like me sister he took me to a d-doctor. Beta bitch said he ‘ad a special test. He were jus’ a sick fuck who liked touching little boys. When I didn't pop a knot he said I were broken.”

Kells choked on a breath and his knees felt too weak to hold him up. He sat on the bed and Dom turned to face him, sitting sideways with one leg bent on the mattress. The omega couldn't speak yet but he stayed facing the man in front of him. He could at least show him that respect.

“Beatings got worse. He fhought he could force me to be a better Alpha and not be so bloody soft. I kept me sisters safe until… when I got a bit older and still didn't ‘ave a proper rut he… One night he brought a lady ‘ome. She was ‘is age about and I fink he'd been fucking ‘er on the side. ‘Ell if I know. He put a gun to me ‘ead and told me if I didn't fuck ‘er right he'd kill me. I still couldn't… But she did anyway.” Colson couldn't stop a small sob from escaping and Dom’s red gaze locked on his. “Funny fing... I 'it puberty a monf later around me next birfday. Jus' a late bloomer. When I say I understand…” He shrugged with a self deprecating smile.

The omega took a shaking breath and spoke so fast he wasn't even sure he made sense. “I was pregnant when my dad sold me. I lost… lost them after mom and Travis took me in. He- my dad's brother he… and my father caught him. Of course an omega's word didn't mean shit. I was too much like my mom. He left me for dead in the hands of a trafficker. If Travis hadn't found me…” He paused for a moment, his head dizzy and his stomach sick. Was this supposed to help? Make them closer? Wouldn't his Alpha leave after knowing he was broken? “I was twelve.” His large hand dropped to cup his stomach momentarily before it fell between them on the bed. “I didn't know. I didn't know until they were gone. Mom helped me and let me go on blockers. So you see… I can't do what you think. I'm broken.”

Dom's brows furrowed and his heart hurt. His mate was so very wrong but he was scared to push. He was starting to realize why Collette asked him to be patient. He just hoped their child could be too. “I don't fink you are. Or if you is, I am too and maybe we got the right shattered parts to make summat whole and beautiful togever.” He soothed.

“You're a fucking freak. I hope you know that.” The omega offered a playful tease as their fingers met and twined between them. Just that gentle touch gave him butterflies.

It was hard for Dom. He was desperate to show his child love and to make sure they were safe and sound but he knew his lover's mental state was easily tipped over the edge. He couldn't push too hard or he might lose them both. Everything was so new even though it felt so deep. “If you could… would it be summat you want?” He asked carefully.

“If I could- which I can't so don't get any ideas, yeah I think I'd like to. But I can't.”

Dom huffed a soft laugh at his stubborn lover. “But you been sick-”

“Nightmares.”

“And you obviously got a problem wiv scents,”

“She stank. She's not my fucking Alpha and she forced me to kiss her! Of course I puked.”

“And you been ‘orny-”

“For you. Asshole. Not anymore.”

“Liar. And you been aching.”

“Who wouldn't after that monster dick. You made me bleed like some fucking virgin.”

“Mmm, you was. And it's been over four weeks.”

“Oh fuck you. Creepy psycho bitch.” Colson grumbled but it was honestly a compliment by that point. A pet name.

“Your psycho bitch. Ain't gonna win tonight am I?” Dom huffed back softly and his mate gave him a brilliant toothy smile.

“Absolutely not. But…” Kells took a breath and settled back against the bed, tugging the smaller man to crawl closer. “I suppose if it helps you sleep at night you can keep trying to convince me.” Both their gazes dropped to the omega's stomach and Dom knew it was the closest he'd get to acceptance. It was Col's way of saying he knew, it was the only thing he could admit for fear of getting attached.

“Alright. I'll convince you.” Dom vowed but it wasn't a promise to prove the omega was whelped. It was to prove he was a worthy partner. That even as mad as he was he could show love, he could take care of his family, he could be a good mate and father. “I fink you'll figure it out in a few months when your belly proves it for me.”

“Bullshit. I worked out like crazy just to put on muscle. I can't gain weight for shit.” The omega huffed as he pulled the other man down on top of him.

Dom caught the past tense of the statement. His lover at least wasn't lifting weights anymore. Pretty twat knew already but couldn't say it and the Alpha could accept that. At least he was being safe. Well as safe as a fucking mob boss could be. “Ya did good Cols.” The words were soft and they made the omega wriggle underneath him. It was to cover a multitude of things- that he stopped lifting weights, that he pushed Megan away, that he let Dom back in that night, and even for how he shared. Logically the Alpha knew they couldn't do this together without talking and learning about the other.

“Shut up.” The omega snapped back, his gaze flashing gold and flicking away. He couldn't look at the smaller man when his gaze was so heavy and intense. Fuck him.

Dom huffed softly but took the opportunity to press a kiss to Col’s chest. His full lips felt soft and warm and needy to the other man. The next kiss was to his collarbone, and another over his nipple. A jolt of pleasure like electricity moved through him as if there were a nerve from his chest to his core. A sharp gasp escaped him and Dom seemed to freeze a moment before he did it again but the bastard didn't linger for long. The Alpha inched down his body a little further but when Kells realized his destination was more sugar than spice he tangled his fingers in Dom's wild hair and yanked.

Dominic hissed softly but his dick still jerked. Pain was a confusion for him, at least from his lover. “Wha?” He asked as faux innocently as he could muster but when his eyes rolled up to meet his mate's they were candy apple red.

“I thought you were trying to get your dick wet, not be a snuggle slut with my womb. Sneaky psycho bitch.”

Dom bit his lower lip and let it roll back out slowly. There was still blood dripping from the cut that Colson left. He'd never been backhanded that hard. His dad liked to use his fist. All his kisses left claims on the omega's skin and he let himself admire the sight. “Can't I do boff?”

“Absolutely not. At least not right now.” Colson was trying to be good, he didn't want to tell his lover he could never be a d- he couldn't even think the word without having to swallow panic. He just couldn't handle it right that moment with everything so fresh in his mind and Megan's scent still clinging to his skin.

Dom paused for a moment as if he were computing the new information and deciding what move to make next. Finally he nodded and crawled back up, laying his body flush against the other man's. “Ya know I'm not psycho yeah?” He asked and Colson arched a brow. “Sociopaf. It's different.” He wasn't offended by the nickname but he needed the omega to know. He wasn't even sure if shite like that was genetic or not.

“Apples and oranges. Still a piece of fruit.” Kells teased and Dom grinned. “Sorry about the um…” He sighed, ruffling the younger man's hair before dropping his hand. “I should ask if shit triggers you.”

“Ain't a gun neiver.”

“No like… I don't want to remind you of… shit.” Colson wasn't good at this. He didn't do relationships and he certainly didn't care to protect others emotions besides maybe his mom.

“Oh.” The Alpha had no clue what to say. It wasn't like he'd done this before in a healthy way. The man underneath him was his sex list.

“Hair pulling?”

“S’okay.”

“I shouldn't have rocked your shit. I'm sorry.”

“I doubt it'll be ya last reason to bitch slap me.” Dom was surprised when his mate laughed and it put a happy smile on his face.

“What about…” Colson trailed off as his sight explored the boy. His neck was covered in small healing bites and his arm was scarred deep. He was pretty sure with that one he hit bone. “Teeth?”

“I don't fink you could stop if ya tried. But it's okay. I don't fink I got none of ‘ose. Me minds too fucked.”

Col had to stop himself from snorting, he might be blonde but he wasn't dumb. Normally. Something would come up at some point. It had to. He just wished he could know ahead of time. “You wouldn't let me bend over.” When Dom shuddered he knew he was right. “We'll figure it out.”

“Wha' about you?”

“What about me? Oh-” Maybe he was a little dumb. The omega shrugged and sighed, his long fingers finding their way under Dom’s shirt. “Everything sets me off. I never know what it'll be. It's not like I've really done this shit before but baby I am a gun, don't be afraid to use me. Just do it and we'll figure out this shit as we go.”

“You a cheesy fuck Mr. Gun.”

“And you're overdressed.” He grumbled back, pulling the boy's hoodie and shirt off over his head. He felt a rush of heat between his thighs as he tossed them away and stared at his lover above him.

“And you bossy.”

“Duh. Now…” The silence felt so loud and Col realized it was his blood rushing in his ears. He was nervous as hell or maybe excited. He had never tried fucking a guy when it wasn't life or death. He'd always just stuck his dick in beta girls, they couldn't tell the difference in what he was and an Alpha. He certainly never thought he'd be wanting to get fucked, that bastard turned his life upside down. “Weren’t you about to blow me?” It wasn't a beg for sex, he wasn't sure he could ask for that and besides their first day together they'd basically been priests. Whatever happened the night before felt like two kids in band camp, not two adults with a- no. Nope. Fuck.

He watched the killer lick his red swelling lips and felt them both twitch. He couldn't rush this shit, he hadn't exactly been joking about how easy he was to break.

“I were?” Dom asked, his own cock so hard behind his slacks he ached.

Colson smiled and nodded, his shaking hands the only giveaway he was nervous and he knew he was making marks in the younger man's soft skin. “You were.”

“I were. I fhought I were about to eat you out but alright.” The omega inched further down his lover's body.

“Oh. Well… fuck. Wait do you have your god damn grandpa shoes on my fucking bed? Do you have any idea how expensive these sheets are?” The switch in tone was so fast it made Dom's head spin.

He tried not to think his omega was an OCD princess but the thought did cross his mind. His red eyes rolled as he kicked his shoes off to the side behind him- all without pulling away from his mate. “Me creepers ain't grandpa shoes and nei'ver is me pants. Sorry I ain't got expensive tastes ya ‘ighness.”

“You're lucky you're cute. If you didn't have such a slutty looking mouth with those fucking DSLs I'd kick your ass out for that.” The mob boss growled mostly teasingly.

Dom tried not to let on when something inside him was shocked that he didn't hate hearing those words from Col. He'd heard so much about his whore mouth growing up. Or that he looked like an omega prostitute. From his lover it sounded like a compliment but one thing confused him. “DSLs?”

Kells chuckled. He was almost surprised at how innocent the murderer was. It made him appear even younger. “It's like banging a teenager.” Colson cringed at the thought but Dom just tilted his head as he sat back on his pink socked ankles. He'd have to ask about those at some point, the guy was always wearing them. He busied himself by working his jeans open, raising his ass to let Dom pull them off before he could second guess his needs. “Dick sucking lips.”

The Alpha was so distracted as he worked his omega's too tight jeans down his inked thighs he barely registered the phrase. “Well I ain't before.” He explained offhandedly but once he got the guy nude he whined. Colson was gorgeous, that he already knew. He had to climb off the bed backwards to pry the material off and he stood there wide eyed, worshiping Kells with his gaze. His lover flushed pink as he pulled his legs bent and slowly let them fall open, giving Dom a visual to speed his pulse and make his knot try to pop. The omega was obviously wet, his folds shiny and blushed and his cock was full, resting on his hip. “But I fink I can learn.” Dom groaned, his voice somehow already hoarse. He was throbbing as he stripped his own pants to the floor but he kept his boxer briefs in place. This was about Colson until the man asked otherwise.

“Yeah?” Col’s breath caught in his chest at the look Dom gave him. “Come here. Let me teach you?” It was a dangerous game offering that to an Alpha but his was far from normal.

“Please?” He tripped in his haste to get close again but he caught himself on the bed and crawled closer. The tip of his dick was already trying to escape his briefs, pink and leaking a mess against his stomach. This was about Colson though. He would prove he was a good lover. That he wasn't like those pushy fucks he took out. His omega could feel safe with him. “Wanna taste you.”

“Fuck yes."

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Sorry for the cliffhanger but it was getting long. I know this was a heavy chapter but the next one should be fun! These boys have been through so much but they're good for each other. I hope you enjoyed! 💣🖤

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Take My Heart

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, night terrors, hurt/comfort, mentions of sexual acts, anxious boys, guns, cursing, sick Kells, MF butting in, unwanted person in personal space, alpha posturing, MF manipulating, unwanted kissing, mentions of past assault, severe misunderstandings, angry Dom, hurt Dom, self hated, scared boys, alpha rage, Collette being a saint, more misunderstandings, poor sex education, Dom being a daft boy, Tom saving the day, googling sex facts, improper understanding of life, idiot boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The sociopath was surprised at himself as he stepped to the edge of the roof that night. He was smiling and felt as if he were already floating. It had kept him stupidly giddy all day. He was still confused, he didn't know what he and the omega were to each other. It wasn't as if they talked much. But when he'd woken up in the sweat, blood, cum, and slick drenched sheets that morning it was with a smile and he'd barely rid himself of it all day. When he'd gone home to change Tom had made a few jokes at his expense but even that couldn't fuck with his good mood. He was starting to feel like he was walking on cloud nine- whatever the fuck that meant- and nothing would bring him back down to earth. He hadn't just made his lover feel better, Colson had purposely held him back as they'd fallen asleep. As far as he was concerned they'd made a big step and he'd carry that high with him as long as he could.

Kells had been freaking out internally all day. He wasn't sure if it was a night terror hangover or what the fuck but when he'd woken up that morning covered in the dried remnants of their midnight desire he'd been overwhelmed. He'd barely fallen asleep again when the sun came through the glass wall, making their mess so stark to his nervous gaze he'd nearly gotten sick on Dom. It wasn't the Alpha that bothered him, the fucker was probably more than he deserved. It was the fact that he'd needed the killer. That he'd allowed someone to make him feel better. That staring at the boy made his heart warm and his stomach ache in the best way. That he'd willingly had sexual intimacy with an Alpha, though who that Alpha was made it easier to accept. More than anything though he couldn't let anyone become home.

He'd spent the day mid-panic and pissed at the world. He was so anxious he was nauseous and any scent but Dom's made him snap. He'd made it through the day but barely, he'd kept himself busy with a run, a quick workout, and meetings with his family most of the day. His mother had been shooting him soft worried looks but he couldn't even let himself be alone with her. If he was he knew he'd break down and spill his guts which might end up in him actually spilling his non-existent lunch. He couldn't even eat the whole day.

He knew everyone was treating him strange but sometimes as the boss it was allowed. If they wanted to walk on eggshells he wouldn't stop them. For once he was okay with them treating him like glass and fucking off. Megan however had been a constant shadow all day, she didn't act worried but she wouldn't leave. There was a lot of leaning over his desk with her tits in his face and sitting on the edge of it right next to him. He figured she was just showing her concern in a weird way but he didn't care to ask. Talking took too much energy and he just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep.

As he made his way home that night he was surprised to find the female Alpha waiting for him at the elevator. She had a takeout bag in her hand and a gentle smile on her face. “I thought you might want to talk. Collette was worried you hadn't eaten so… dinner?” She purred, swinging the bag in front of his face and even though he was sure his mother hadn't mentioned to Megan she was concerned, he decided to let her come up anyway. She had obviously gone home, changed, and taken off her makeup. For the first time in a while she reminded him of the girl she used to be. They'd grown up together and even if she was a little over the top as an adult and they butted heads, at one point she'd been his only friend. Maybe with everything going on that was exactly what he needed.

Col nodded and let her follow him up. It was still hours before Dom would appear and he wasn't even sure he could allow him in again. Maybe chilling with Megan would remind him he had needed other people before. He had family beyond that freak. Not that he thought of the killer as family. Fuck.

As the doors opened and she followed him inside his apartment he caught the scent of home. It relaxed his shoulders and eased his worry but that just irked him all over again. His home smelled so much like Dom. “You need candles or something. Shit Daddy that's… Ew.” She teased. Her nose wrinkled as she took a seat on his couch and started unloading the food. Normally Colson would remove his guns, get into comfortable clothes, and unlock the glass door, but he only made it as far as locking away his weapons and stripping off his shirt. He couldn't bring himself to open the door. He still wasn't sure he could let the boy in.

Megan smiled as he stretched out on the couch next to her and she let her hair down to fall around her face. She didn't move to eat anything and he didn't either. “You know I'm here for you, right? I always have been. I don't know what's up with you and that freak but…” She trailed off her blunt words to scoot closer to him and she placed her hand on his thigh.

“We really don't have to talk. Didn't you want dinner?” Kells asked. He tried to cut her off before she started but he'd really thought she just wanted to hang out. It rankled something inside him when she used his pet name for Dom. She didn't mean it sweet and he was starting to realize he did. He already had one Alpha in his life, he didn't need another. As much as he thought of her as a sister that was all it was. That's all it had ever been.

“I'm just trying to help. I mean if you need me to make him back off-”

“What the fuck Megs? I didn't say- If I need someone to fuck off I'll make them go. I don't know who you think you're talking to-”

“I'm talking to you! You know it's supposed to be us Cols, I've always been here for you.”

That shut him up momentarily and they sat staring at each other. He'd never thought that way about her and she never showed indication that she did either until the other Alpha appeared in his life. “I don't want a fucking pissing contest just because you realized I might be worth something. I'm an Alpha Megan, and your god damned boss. I don't need you fighting my battles and I think you need to leave.”

The Alpha scoffed but she didn't move and the omega's skin started to feel tight again. He could feel that pit of anxiety in his stomach and he regretted whatever he thought was a good idea about letting her in. It would take days to get her scent out. How would this shit make Dom feel? Not that he cared. No wonder the psycho stared her down all the time. He hated admitting the other man was right.

Megan pushed herself to the edge of the couch and Colson stood up to get space from her. “Don't do something you'll regret. You need me.” She purred as she stepped closer to him. With her so close he realized something, even the fresh face girly look was a mask. She had makeup and extra pheromone spray and everything about her suddenly felt so fucking fake. Whoever was in front of him didn't feel like his old friend. If she ever existed at all.

“I said get the fuck out before I make you. You forget who you're talking to. If you wanna talk about regrets-” He couldn't finish his sentence before her fake nails were tangled in his hair and she pulled him down with her overpowering strength. He tried to escape but she moved too fast, showing off who was the actual Alpha. When her lips pressed to his he thought he heard a growl. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was himself. Maybe it was the universe saying how fucked up it was. He wrapped his hands around her arms and pushed her back and the moment he had a little distance his stomach rolled from her scent. Wrong Alpha. So fucking wrong. “Get the fuck out!” He spat in a rage as he ran for his bathroom to be sick. He was so overwhelmed he didn't realize who else had been close enough to see.

Dom’s happy high only lasted until his feet touched down on the balcony. The first indication something was wrong was the darkened room on the other side of the locked glass door. Had he done something wrong? Was Colson not home yet? He knew he was early but he couldn't wait. He could hear voices though and he moved along the wall until he found the window into the living room. It was closed as well but he could at least see his lover and… Kells wasn't alone? The omega wasn't just not alone, he was with that bint Alpha and she- they were kissing. Someone that wasn't him was kissing what was his. But maybe… maybe Colson had never been his. Maybe he'd read everything wrong between them. Maybe he'd pushed too far the night before. Maybe he just wasn't good enough.

Something hot and spikey formed in his chest. His heart ached and his fists balled at his sides. Part of him wanted to break the glass and kill her with his bare hands and another… he knew deep down this was deserved. Colson was worth more than that. A monster could never measure up. The urges he'd been pushing off bubbled up in his mind and emphasized his point. He had buckets of blood on his hands and maybe the omega deserved something clean. Well manicured.

He was surprised at himself that he found the strength to jump back to the roof. His body felt numb but he made the leap and felt his lungs trying to seize as he took off running down the stairs. When he hit the bottom floor his vision blurred. He couldn't see straight or think or breathe. When he stumbled against something he could only growl as his legs went out from under him. Was this what emotions felt like? He didn't like them. He just couldn't seem to shut them off or find his safe dark mental retreat. “Dom? Sweetheart? Are you alright?” A soft voice made it through the haze and he blinked through something wet to find Collette crouched in front of him, her gentle hand cupping his face. “Why are you crying? What's wrong? Is Colson okay? The b-”

“Is tha’ wha' the wet is?” Dom huffed, trying to make light of the fucked up situation he found himself in. “Cols is fine. Jus’ ask Megan.” Her name tasted like ash on his tongue.

Collette’s blonde brows furrowed as she sat on the floor in front of the broken boy. It broke her heart to see him like that and she didn't care if they were making a scene. She owned half the building anyway, that had to get her and her family some special treatment. “What do you mean? Did something happen? What about Megan?” She knew her tone changed at the mention of the other Alpha. She hadn't trusted Megan since she appeared as a teen. She wasn't the normal stray her husband had taken in, she was a daughter of a friend and didn't need them like the others did. If anything she just caused trouble. Her annoyance turned to disdain the day she caught her hitting on Travis but of course her love shut that shit right down. She just hoped her son was as smart as his adoptive father. It didn't seem to be the case.

“‘Ow could he do tha’ after last night? I fhought we was- I- Mine?” Dom couldn't get his thoughts straight and he knew he wasn't making sense. He needed to leave. He had to get out. Away. He couldn't stain his omega anymore than he already had. He should have known better.

“I don't know what my dumbass boy did but just… Give him time? I know it's not fair to ask but he needs you.” She frowned at the Alpha's scoff. “They both do.” Dom’s lost eyes looked up at her, confusion etched on his face. Maybe Colson wasn't the only dumbass around. They were perfect for each other. “Did he still not tell you about the baby? He's been denying it but I thought-” Whatever she was going to say stopped dead in her throat as the lost boy's gaze flashed crimson and his face became a mask of rage and confusion. He pushed himself up and stumbled for the door and though she tried to stop him and explain he was too fast for her. She might look young but she was still damaged from the beating her ex gave her. Some of her body never recovered. “I meant yours!” She tried to shout after him but she was scared he was too far gone. Well… if she couldn't talk sense into him she'd have to try the other.

Collette grimaced when she reached her son's floor. The apartment reeked of the female Alpha. It always bothered her instincts. She wasn't surprised to find Megan in the front room and rage for the boys bubbled inside her. “I don't know what you're trying but you need to leave them the fuck alone. I don't know what my son saw in you to keep you around but I have a feeling you killed that tonight. You better hope you didn't break anything else or it won't be Dom coming after you. It'll be me.” The girl of course just smirked at her, Megan was too much a regular Alpha to be scared. Instead of trying to convince her she should be terrified, Collette just left her alone and went to find her son.

Colson felt miserable. His stomach was turned inside out and he was soaked in sweat. Something in his chest hurt but he didn't understand what it was. When he heard footsteps he groaned thinking it was Megan back for more but thankfully it was just his mom. Well, he was relieved until he saw her face and it made his stomach roll again. “Please don't-”

“Don't tell me what to do boy. You think you're too old to be bent over my knee? I'll kick your ass and remind you who's really boss here.” After her small tirade her face softened and she crouched next to her son to pet soothingly down his back. He'd been obviously sick and she knew how awful that felt. For just a moment she enjoyed the revenge, after all he made her feel just as awful twenty seven years before.

“Fucks wrong with me?” He whimpered and even though his mother was a soothing presence she wasn't what he truly needed. “Can you- the balcony. Open it?”

Collette’s face fell and she sighed as she stood up to get her boy a cool wet cloth. “I'm sorry to say Dom’s already been by tonight.”

“Oh. Wait- Oh god.”

“Yep.” Collette nodded, busying herself with getting the temperature just right. “It's bad Cols. He saw you kiss her. I tried to explain about what's happening but he got confused and ran off.” She knew she couldn't say the word flat out to her son. Not after what he went through so young. She'd been trying to hint and trying to be there for him but it obviously hadn't hit yet. Or he was just truly ignoring all the signs. She was just thankful they had another seven or so months to help him figure it out.

“I don't know what she was thinking. I didn't fucking kiss her. She kissed me and made me sick. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me mom. I didn't mean to scare him off.” His voice was shot from being sick and too much emotion. He shouldn't have been so quick to push Dom away. He just didn't know how to handle being so close to someone else. He'd never been able to let anyone inside.

“She saw you with your mate and suddenly decided she wanted what she couldn't have. That's nothing new for her. Here. Clean yourself up. We have to figure out how to get your Alpha back and you don't want to look a mess do you?”

“Fuck you.” Colson grumbled as she pressed the cool wet cloth to his face. His hand caught hers before she could pull away and he cupped her palm against his cheek. Fuck. It smelled like Dom. It smelled like home. “Thank you.”

Dom was surprised at himself when he made it to his flat without slaughtering anyone. It was only two blocks away but still. He couldn't see straight, everything was tinted red, and his body felt so weak he collapsed inside the door. Tom of course was home and came out to find him curled on the floor. Was he still crying? He couldn't tell anymore. “What the hell happened to you?” The omega asked as he took a seat next to what seemed to be the walking shell of his Alpha best friend. He'd never seen the man so gone and it scared him. For Dom and for everyone else that crossed his path.

“Colson don't want me. I get it. M'a monster.” At the boy's whimper Tom couldn't help but roll his eyes. That he knew was bullshit. On both counts.

“And what gave you that impression?” He tried to keep his voice soft and caring but there were moments he thought the pair should really get their heads out of their asses.

“He kissed someone else.” Dom whined.

“Oh? Did he say that? Are you sure someone else didn't kiss him?” The photographer asked gently as he pet through the killer's hair.

“I seen it! Cunt kissed me ‘mega right in front of me! Probably knocked ‘im up too.” Dom's voice broke and he curled tighter into a little ball of misery. “I bet she got summat. I ‘ope ‘ey make each over sick.” Tom snorted. He wasn't used to his best friend being a catty bitch and he honestly liked that side of his dumbarse brother. “Don't laugh! Tha’ pretty fucker’s whelped!”

“I know.”

“Ya know?!” Dom yanked himself away from the omega and pushed himself to sit up. He wrapped his arms around his knees and held himself tight lest he shatter into a million little pieces. How could Tom of all people be so callous? Was he wrong about everyone? “Wha’ ya meeeean?” He sniffled, wiping his red nose on his tattered jeans. Tom couldn't help but wrinkle his nose as he watched.

“I figured it out early but when he didn't go into heat again this last week…” Tom shrugged. It seemed so obvious to him. He could scent it on Dom every time he came home.

“Oh tha’s jus’ bloody brilliant! Fuck right off wiv tha’! Tom, ‘ow could yas? Ain't I been good to you? ‘Ow could ya not tell me someone whelped me mate?” It didn't hit Dom that he finally started claiming the mob boss and somehow the pieces refused to fall together in his mind.

“Dominic. I…” Tom sighed. He knew he had to navigate carefully because his friend had been through hell. “Didn't you have sex with him?”

“Yeah but he was still on blockers. It was a false ‘eat. Besides, we didn't do it right to make nuffin.” That was probably Dom’s biggest regret of the moment but he couldn't bring himself to do it any other way.

Tom was pretty sure he heard an audible record scratch in his mind. How the fuck? He really desperately didn't want to ask but… “What do you mean you didn't do it right? Anal?”

“No he wouldn't let me.”

“Oral?”

“No! Bloody ‘ell Tom.” The Alpha's cheeks flushed but it wasn't from shame. It was the omega in front of him who taught him what was socially acceptable to discuss and this wasn't that. He could never keep up with the damn rules of being human. “It were proper intercourse.”

“Dom… and please know we're never talking about this night ever again but I have to ask- how does an Alpha and an omega make a baby?” He was lying of course, the bastard was never living this one down. Holy hell.

Dom squirmed. He despised this conversation already. It reminded him of his father and the worst night of his life. Well, it had been the worst, this was turning out to be torture for him. “Only proper way to breed an omega is making ‘em present. Cols tried to bend over the table for me but I wouldn't let ‘im. I were careful. But I guess tha’ bitch is why he didn't need me for more.” He pouted, hiding his face against his knees.

So much made sense to the omega and he was happy all over again he could still envision the sight of Dom's dead dad. He was a crime scene photographer even then and he'd never seen something so horrific and artistic at the same time. Dominic made a beautiful mess of all his victims. He shook himself to clear the memory and took a deep breath before slapping the back of the boy's head.

“Oi! Uncalled for!”

“That's your fucking child you daft monkey! If you came inside him? You made a baby. You weren't being careful ya twat, just romantic.”

Dom scoffed at the word that felt almost dirty to him but he locked eyes with the person he trusted most. After a moment Tom sighed and reached for his phone before he typed something in and turned it around. In bold on Google were words he probably should have looked up himself. “‘A fetus is made when an Alpha's sperm- ew- is deposited inside an omega’s womb’... Ya don't even ‘ave to knot?” He paused his reading aloud to ask but he kept on. “‘An omega's ‘eat is ‘elpful for conception but not required. Some omegas may be bred in the days leading to and after’.” His jade eyes went wide and he tried to swallow past a lump in his throat but he had to ask one more thing. His thumbs moved fast as he typed his query in. He was almost terrified to read on. “‘Blockers are known to protect from pregnancy unless conception ‘appens between a True Mating pair and studies show in such cases blockers fail on scenting each over. Effects on fetuses not known’. Fuck.”

“I think if he's still carrying then your baby is fine. He stopped pretty quickly right?” Tom asked softly as he took his phone back. He might have been near laughing before but that part wasn't funny.

“Me baby? Me baby is… mine?” That wasn't what the Alpha meant to ask but it came out anyway and the omega nodded.

“I think you should go talk to him. Stay calm and find out what happened with the other Alpha. Be gentle with him, he's probably overwhelmed.”

Dom felt a growl rumble in his chest at the thought of Megan. “Tha's me baby she tried to poison wiv ‘er bitch spit. ‘Ey mine.”

“There you go. Go on. Go fix it. I'll be here. You're welcome.” Tom teased but he knew the boy was already lost in his new mental mission. He stood up as Dom did and moved to go back to his room but as the Alpha reached the door he stopped, turned back he ran to give his brother a hug.

“Fank you. I couldn't do nuffin wiv’out you.” It was a rare human moment from the sociopath but Tom savored the gratitude and happiness he felt from the other. He hugged him back before gently pushing him away.

“Go to your mate dumbarse. I love you too.” The Alpha grinned at Tom's words before nodding and running off, leaving the omega shaking his head fondly. “Idiots. Both of them. That poor kid.”

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I mean you all knew this was coming, I can't help it. The meddling MF or the mpreg 🤭 Dom's sexual education was awful obviously but at least he's cute. The next chapter will have some very dark moments but it has happy time and love too. I hope you're all enjoying this so far 💣🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 3 days

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Pressure Got My Head in Knots

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, mentions of killing, allusions to past abuse, cursing, allusions to trafficking, awkward boys, stilted conversation, bad dreams, night terrors, mentions of Dom's pretty uncut monster cock, misunderstandings, embarrassment, insults, stiff sleeping positions, boys cuddling, emerging feels, passage of time (not long), too much metaphor (I won't apologize), secret masterbation, improper use of a t shirt (they're always cum goblins), hurt/comfort, accidental grinding, biting/marking, blood, nervous boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The roof was almost becoming a comfort for Dom. It was his spot really. He could look out over the terrible city they lived in and ponder how many Alphas were just waiting for his knife. He hadn't killed anyone since before he met the omega but it steadied him to think about it. He'd been coming here since their afternoon together and occasionally sleeping on the balcony. He never meant to fall asleep but the night after they fucked he went to check on Colson and thought he heard him sound pained. He was whimpering and sounded scared and it made Dominic’s blood run cold. After a moment he realized the man was only having a bad dream but the sight of the strong mob boss curling a pillow against his chest like a teddy bear hurt the heart Dom didn't think he had. Since he couldn't comfort him and didn't even know how he'd desired at least to stay close. Watch over him. Most nights he stayed on the balcony but he would escape before the sun rose and sleep fitfully in his own bed.

He was having trouble making himself take that last step off the edge of the building after what Collette had told him earlier at the club. He hadn't expected to feel so torn up inside knowing his… lover? had been hurt so badly but he was filled with shite he didn't know how to deal with. He was scared if he saw the man again he'd accidentally show somehow that he knew. They matched in so many ways besides just being devils in the playground of LA’s underworld. He never expected that. His gaze rolled up to the blank black sky, devoid of stars and didn't that just match his soul. “Fuck.” He huffed, stomping out his cigarette before he took the leap. For once he didn't smile at the rush of air tickling him and when his feet touched down his stomach dropped.

The first thing he noticed wasn't the light still on in the bedroom and it wasn't the pacing omega shadow ghosting over him- it was the glass door that was normally locked tight. For once it was… open?

Colson was exhausted after his long fucking night. He swore the universe was screwing with him. First the shipment of omegas was stolen out from under him and then his mother had pulled him aside when they got home. She lived on another floor and when they were out together they always shared a car. Collette had waited until they were walking inside and she finally spoke up about that fucking psycho. She'd explained gently how terrible Dom looked, that she didn't think the boy was sleeping any better than him. She'd kept her voice loving when she suggested he just give him a chance, what could it hurt having a friend?

He knew her better than that and he knew she knew him. Col didn't make friends easily and whatever was between them wasn't that. Dom knew what he was. Dom had quite literally been inside him, something no one else had ever been allowed. Since they slept together he couldn't sleep right. Old memories came back with a vengeance. She knew all of that, she knew his history, hell she'd lived it too. She'd slipped in one simple thing that had made him think and he hated it. He hated how damn well it worked on him. Travis would have loved him. The thing that pissed him off most was that she was right. Fuck.

“Ello.” The word was simple but it made Colson jump and he reached for a gun he didn't have. He rolled his eyes and turned to face the other man, his heart racing in his chest.

Collette had been right, Dom looked like hell. His eyes were tired and dark, his wild hair almost limp. He looked like a kicked puppy and Kells knew he was behind the boot. Damnit. “Hey.” Well… that was helpful. They were like awkward teenagers at the prom and not two mostly full grown men who knew each other intimately.

Dom tried to look less intimidating by slipping his hands in his hoodie pocket. LA heat was rough but sometimes he needed something to hide in. He didn't step too far into the room, he wasn't sure he was welcome. He'd already done damage with his cock, he wouldn't make it worse. He couldn't stop his gaze from wandering though- Colson was just in jeans and nothing else. The man was gorgeous and he almost couldn't believe he knew exactly what he felt like from the inside. Oh fuck he had to stop thinking like that. Col arched a brow as if he could feel Dom’s thoughts and moved to sit on the foot of the bed. Something made him curse under his breath and reposition himself. “You still ‘urt?”

Kells scoffed and shook his head. He didn't think whatever had twinged in his belly was from the Alpha's monster dick and even if it was he'd never say so. He couldn't give him the satisfaction. “Just pulled a muscle in the gym I think. You good?”

Dom startled at the question. He wasn't sure how to answer that so he just hip checked the dresser and stared at the other man. “No. But you ain't nei’ver. Jus’ been sleeping off.” He tried to lighten the statement with a tease but it fell flat. The omega had to know he'd been sleeping on the balcony if he left it open. He just wasn't used to trying to be a person, Tom never expected it from him. Maybe he shouldn't try to fake it with Colson either. “So you got fucked tonight?”

Col’s eyes went wide and for a moment he thought to clutch his pearls. Where the fuck did this asshole get the audacity?

“The meeting! At ya club. Seemed like it didn't go right. I didn't mean- bloody ‘ell.” The Alpha went so pink and his voice so rushed. His accent thick enough to walk on. Something happened inside the omega, something he really wasn't used to. The embarrassment from the Alpha made him laugh.

Dom smirked as the other man laughed at him. It was such a nice sound he didn't even mind it was at his expense. He was just happy to help however he could. “Fink I would ‘ave noticed summat else. I jus’- Yeah, yeah. Make fun of the guy wiv the silly accent.”

“Dude, fuuuuck that was good. Thanks for that. Yeah uh… I got screwed over tonight. A shipment of omegas was coming in from the East Coast and someone jacked it.” Kells wiped his eyes and tried to stop his laughing, it kept setting off whatever was aching in his stomach. Fuck, his body was feeling strange since he went off the blockers. He wasn't looking forward to what else was in store. What if his heats were a regular thing now? Maybe it was smart to let the Alpha hang around. It wasn't like he'd trust anyone else to help. He didn't know if that meant he trusted the killer already though or not. It took him a moment to realize Dom had gone quiet and he looked up to see the Alpha look away. “I don't sell them. I save them. I figured mom told you? Why the fuck would you come back if you seriously thought I was selling people?” He was truly shocked. He could see the contempt fade from the other man's face and a look of relief shone in his darkened jade eyes. Dom killed Alphas for less. He came to put Col down because of it… Why would he still show up?

“You needed me.” The Alpha shrugged but something tight and messy in his chest relaxed. He could see the omega working through something mentally but he didn't push. He wanted to be welcome.

Colson ignored the way that statement made him feel, especially how easily Dom said it. Instead he moved to crawl up the bed and settle under the blankets, carefully working off his jeans once he was safely hidden from view. He tossed them at the Alpha who caught them and tried his hardest not to sniff. Kells saw it though, those tired eyes flashed red before he folded the pants and set them aside. “Just so you know, my adoptive dad started this. He bought omegas and gave them new lives. I took over for him.” He explained simply. He was too exhausted to get into too much detail and it felt strange to talk because it didn't feel strange to talk to Dom. He was feeling too much to simply talk, especially after what he just realized. The killer ignored his deepest beliefs because he needed him. How was he supposed to handle that?

The Alpha wondered if he should leave but Colson patted the bed next to him. “Shut the fucking door and come to bed. Aren't you tired?”

After a moment Dom nodded and did as he was told before he walked around the bed. He tried to keep his mind from wandering to the night they met or how pretty the other would look spread out under him. His bite scar twinged as he took a seat on top of the covers and he rested back against the headboard. He kept to himself, his ankles crossed and his hands in his pockets. He didn't trust himself to do anything else. “Fanks.” He sighed, letting his eyes close as he leaned his head back but he could feel the other man staring at him.

“You're a fucking weirdo. I hope you know that.” Colson huffed with a playful edge to his voice. He didn't mean to scoot closer but he did by just a few inches as he tried to find comfort on his side. One thing he liked about being off his blockers hit him as he took a breath and closed his eyes.

The creepy psycho Alpha smelled like home.

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When Colson woke up the next morning he was surprised to realize how well he slept and even more so because at some point he'd inched over the rest of the space between them to cuddle against Dom’s side even though the Alpha never moved a bit. He pried himself away as carefully as possible to let the man sleep and promptly removed himself from the situation pushing the thought out of his mind. He couldn't process everything happening so instead he thought he'd work out. He could keep his days normal and decide what to do with the other man at night.

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Dom appeared again once the sun went down, though of course he'd been watching most of the day. He was excited to jump to the balcony and even found himself smiling when he saw the door open. He wasn't used to being welcomed. Expected. Potentially even… wanted? They still didn't really talk but that night when Kells gave him a look he pulled his hoodie off and slipped free of his shoes. Waiting on the bed was an extra blanket and as he got comfortable he tugged it over himself. He still made sure to keep separate but he let himself lay down that night.

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Yet again Colson found himself glued to the Alpha when the sun rose, his arm over the other man's chest. He huffed softly at himself but lingered a moment, taking a second to explore and memorize his bedmate’s face. Without the stress of their waking lives etched into Dom's features he appeared every bit his young age. The omega was tempted to kiss his plush lips but he forced himself to disengage, he had shit to do and he still didn't want to get attached. They were just… helping each other sleep. That was it.

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As Dom closed and locked the glass door behind him that night he was surprised to see Colson watching him and holding the other side of the blankets up. The extra he'd been granted the night before was gone and the omega was smiling like he'd pulled the perfect prank. “I don't like jeans in bed. Don't be an asshole.” The mob boss grumbled and Dom had to obey. Even though he'd fucked the man it still felt weirdly intimate to undress to his boxer briefs and t shirt in front of him. Col smiled as the Alpha slipped in bed and for the first time they laid under the same sheet and faced each other. They fell asleep talking lightly about what had happened that day even though Dom already knew it all. To the Alpha it was starting to feel like home.

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Kells sighed as he woke up, pressing his face into the Alpha's messy hair. They were tangled together and he wasn't surprised that even though Dom was asleep, part of his monster was very very awake. He let himself smile, his belly full of butterflies at the feeling of the psycho hard against him. Dom wasn't the only one but… he couldn't bring himself to do anything. Sleeping together was one thing but sleeping together when it wasn't a life or death situation? Fuck that. A part of his mind whispered ‘soon’ as he pulled himself free and escaped to the bathroom to take care of himself. He thought he might leave the mess on something for Dom to find but he'd be at the gym before the Alpha woke.

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Dom was flipping Colson off as he joined him that night, he still couldn't believe what the bastard did. “Tha’ were me favorite shirt. Twat.” He huffed, getting undressed down to his boxer briefs. He jokingly hid his tee under the pillow instead of leaving it on. The omega had used the shirt on his body as a cum rag while he was sleeping and he wouldn't give him that chance again. If Kells needed relief he could use his bare skin. He didn't push it more than that though, they just laughed together as they got comfortable in bed, facing each other again. That night Dom liked the sound of his lover's laugh so much he found himself telling embarrassing stories. As they started to dirft they inched closer until their fingers touched.

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Colson slept a little fitfully that night so when he woke he wasn't surprised to find the Alpha spooning him and holding him tight. The strong arm he scarred was wrapped over him, that beautiful death dealing hand rest light on his abs. He let himself linger, a little mentally messy from bad dreams and worse memories. He tried to shift and felt a little worse for wear and slightly sick. He hated how much his trauma could still affect him after so long. He was pissed his memory could make him feel so sick so he stayed a little longer in bed and let the snoozing Alpha comfort him. It wasn't like the psycho would know. He'd still leave before Dom woke and ignore his thoughts for the rest of the day.

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It kept on that way for another week. Another. Each night Dom would wander into Col’s bedroom and strip down to almost nothing. They'd settle close but not too in bed and talk. Or not. What they did didn't matter, just that they could help each other sleep.

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It was almost a month of their new routine when something different happened one night. Everything had gone well- Dom showed up, slipped mostly nude in bed, they shared a few laughs or complaints, and drifted off to sleep. Normally the Alpha stayed awake longer to make sure the other was doing well. He had learned to judge how bad Col’s dreams would be by how much he whimpered or whined but that night he was quiet and Dom misjudged what that meant. Shortly after he drifted himself he was woken up by a blood curdling scream. He was jarred awake and instantly on alert, blinking his tired eyes fast. His sight cleared quickly to find Kells fighting himself, full body trembling as he scratched bloody marks in his inked skin.

The Alpha was scared which was an emotion he wasn't used to but he tried to move to help. He gently reached out to stop the assault but one touch was enough to wake the man. For a moment they stared wide eyed at each other before one tear escaped down Col’s cheek. “Colson-” Dom whispered softly, his voice thick with emotion he couldn't share.

“D-Dom?” The omega's voice was small and that one word broke the dam. The normally collected man felt a sob break free and without a second thought he was throwing himself at his lover's chest and crying against his neck.

Dominic wasn't used to comforting anyone but he wrapped his omega tight in his hold and pet his fingers slowly down his back. It was what Tom did for him when he felt shattered and it was all he had to offer besides a softly whispered- “I'm so sorry.”

“Why did he- why did they- why wasn't I good enough?” The Alpha couldn't make out much but he put a few things together from choked words and context clues. Besides that, he'd asked those questions a lot as a boy. He'd grown out of begging the universe for answers about the time he ripped his father open.

“You was. ‘Ush tha’. You was. No one else was for you. I ain't. No one is.” Dom was surprised at the words on his lips but he meant every one of them. It hurt his black heart to hear the strong man sound so young and broken and yet again he vowed to end the people who caused all that pain.

“Fuck you.” Colson whimpered, biting a kiss into his lover's neck. It surprised a moan out of the Alpha which somehow made Kells do it again. “Fuck you.” Curse. Kiss. Bite. A drop of blood hit his tongue. Dom groaned and their bodies moved until they slot perfectly together- cloth covered cock to cloth covered cock.

“Wha'?” Dom didn't know what to do. He could feel his dick filling hard and fast. His shaking hands wandered the sweat slick planes of Col’s inked back and he kept his head tilted. He wouldn't take any liberties but if the omega needed him he would do anything to help. He had his own needs though and they were rushing to the surface, probably making his eyes shine crimson bright.

“Shut the fuck up. Not good enough? Fuck you. Look at you.” Colson didn't know what he was doing. He just knew the more he touched and tasted the younger man the more his hellish dream was erased. At least for the time being. His tongue traced the Alpha's thundering pulse until he sucked a mark on his jaw. His hips rolled as their hands explored and his darkness ebbed slowly.

“Look- look at- fuck Cols?” Dom whined his name like a beg and the omega nodded as they thrust harder. Before he knew it their lips were meeting in a blood flavored kiss.

The Alpha could barely breathe, everything was too hot and so much. His cock was so hard it was poking out the top of his underwear and grinding against Col’s doing the same. They groped each other and pulled the other tighter, their panted breath mingling between rough kisses. Besides their soft moans and needy whimpers the sound of their precum wet bellies sticking together was near deafening.

Neither knew who hit their peak first, it seemed they were sucked under together. One cried out and the other answered and they both spilled a hot rush against their skin. At some point Dom's thigh had fit between Col’s own and the Alpha felt his leg drenched in slick. He didn't say anything but he savored the scent and feel as they rocked through their pleasure with shaking limbs.

Eventually their breathing calmed and their bodies stilled but they didn't pull apart. They weren't even sure they could if they tried. Kells couldn't bring himself to speak so instead he tucked himself under his lover's chin. He couldn't work out what had just happened and he was scared if he tried he'd break the tentative peace. Dom was just as confused but pleasantly pleased, his veins buzzing with pleasure. He just held the other close and pet his back as they drifted, eventually falling asleep again.

At one point Colson thought he heard the Alpha whisper something that felt both true and terrifying. It settled his soul but raced his heart in his chest. “You're safe. ‘Ome.” He tried to ignore it and sleep but he found himself waiting for the sun to rise so he could escape the safety of Dom's arms before he did something stupid like get used to it. Deep down he knew it was too fucking late. He already was. Home.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

It's not exactly a birthday fic but at least Kells got some special attention. I know it's a lot of deep feels and it may get worse before it gets better but you know I'm all about the silly happy dumb boys 😂 I hope you enjoyed it! 🩸🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 3 days

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Tongue Tied Together

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, grumpy Dom, Tom being his helpful self, discussions of sex, mentions of killing, cursing, grumpy tea making, insults, light stalking, Dom being clueless, Kells being stubborn, Kells being a badass boss bitch, discussions of serious topics such as- trafficking, past assault (physical and SA), allusions to childhood trauma and sexual trauma (all just explained in a discussion- nothing is said in detail but keep yourself safe!), Collette being a badass gem and trying to help dumb boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

“You look like ‘hammered shit’ as the kids say. Sweet dreams again I suppose?” Tom's voice was soft as Dom entered the kitchen of their flat. His words were harsh but they'd never sugar coated life for each other. Considering the way they met it wouldn't make sense to be gentle, the photographer knew what the Alpha was before they even spoke. They'd made a home together of sorts even though they only liked each other as brothers and they even mixed home and work life. Tom ran a photography crime blog and was basically Dom's hitman assistant- there was really no need to be kind.

“Fanks. Tea?” If Dom was speaking so little he had obviously slept terribly, the boy's ADHD made him ramble like a five year old on meth when he wasn't in desperate need of a kill. It worried his best friend to see him so down.

Tom nodded to the kettle and watched the other man shuffle around the room. It had been over a week since the kid had come home covered in mating mess and grinning like mad- quite literally like mad, Dom was certifiable but they took care of each other and he'd helped find ways to keep his friend mostly sane. Then he accidentally sent him after that mob boss omega and everything and nothing changed. He hated watching the kid hurt but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He knew Dom was still ‘keeping an eye’- the Alpha's phrase for stalking, but he guessed the man still hadn't contacted him again. Since that happy afternoon delight the killer had been fighting old demons at night and while normally Tom would tell someone to talk to their fucking mate, this was a special case. Wasn't Dom always one…

Tom knew more than he probably should, the other man could overshare like no one else when he was manic. They'd been through everything together so he was used to it. He'd even been the one to help get the Alpha's wards set up in the states. Anyone who did so much to give their little sisters such a good life was a saint in his book, even if that halo of Dom's was held in place by horns. He just didn't know if the demons plaguing his friend were from his past or his present. It was hard to fish when the one you're trying to help occasionally enjoyed seeing people's insides on their outsides. Not that he'd ever truly threatened Tom.

“Tea's good today.” Even grumpy Dom could compliment his friend but it felt like a chore making himself sit across from him.

Tom took a deep breath that he didn't mean to let escape in a sigh as he made a choice and glanced up at the Alpha. He looked awful, dark circles under dead eyes and his hair even more wild than normal. “You know you can just… talk to him right?”

Dom was too tired to roll his eyes so instead he dropped his sight to the cup in front of him. Damn Tom for being so perceptive. “I don't care-” He stopped short. He couldn't lie with the man he thought of as his brother. “He's got me number.” He shrugged instead and he didn't have to look to know the other wasn't too tired to roll his eyes.

“And you've got his. Hell, you see him so often you could just… say hi? Of course not. So what? You just stalk him into submission?”

“I don't bloody know Tom. He needs me. I can feel it but he's so fucking stubborn!” The scoff his friend answered him with made his brow arch. “Fairs. Ya cunt. You know it's ya fault. I mean who fucks someone and never talks to ‘em again?” The voice crack and silly question showed the boy's age but it still hurt the omega's heart.

“Almost everyone?” He shrugged back but it wasn't what the kid needed to hear. People could be shit, that didn't mean Colson was. “He's got secrets too. You said…” He had to take a breath and prepare himself for an awkward conversation. Weren't they all though? He could still remember the time he had to catch the Alpha and bathe him after Dom attempted to stop killing cold turkey, before he decided to just protect his girls from afar. He didn't want a bad Alpha in their lives, even himself. Of course the break in self care and release for his urges wasn't the right choice. Tom still couldn't forget the sight he'd walked in on after tracking the boy down that night. Having to spray down a full grown arsehole after he ran home half naked and covered in red was an experience they didn't talk about. Awkward was relative. “He seemed… new to that, yeah?”

“‘Ere was blood. And wiv ‘ow he talked… If I weren't the first I'd be surprised.” That thought yet again sent a rush of emotion through Dom he couldn't fully understand. Why did that make his stomach flip? His cock twitch? His heart felt funny in his chest.

“And he was on heavy duty Alpha hormones. Long enough to grow up here since around puberty and pass. I've researched everything I can on him and for what the world knows he's an Alpha. That could have been his first heat. I can't imagine what it's like going through that so late.” Tom shuddered. It was a truly terrifying thought.

“Alright well ‘en why? Wha’ ‘append to start it?” Dom could feel the other man glaring at him. He wasn't daft, he just… didn't always understand simple things. Ask him how long it took someone to bleed out from a neck wound and he was a genius but his father hadn't cared to teach him omega sex ed beyond where he was supposed to stick his knot in one.

“You're serious? Dominic… Fucks sake. You. You happened.”

“Wha’ ya mean?” The boy almost whimpered. He genuinely didn't understand. Not really. Or maybe he just couldn't let himself. He wasn't ready. How could he be?

“I'll just say… you had the right pheromones for each other. But-” Tom was scared to ask the next question. He knew he had to navigate carefully, he couldn't let his friend go off the deep end. “So just that one time?” He paused long enough for Dom to nod. “And you've been close enough to see if he's still sick?”

“He seems alright now. Bitchy but alright. Maybe he got new blockers.”

Either the omega found stronger blockers, the old ones messed up his system so much that it was a false heat, or… No, it had to be one of the two. There was no way they wouldn't notice anything else, not with how drawn to each other they were. Tom just didn't know whether to push the Alpha to talk to Kells or not. Granted… maybe it didn't have to be Dom he gave the nudge to.

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Colson was pissed. The man he was supposed to meet for the buy he had set up was later than anyone had given him the disrespect of before. The club was mostly quiet around them, even the normally pounding music was turned down. That was the benefit of owning your own place, you could do whatever you wished with it, but there were still enough people milling around to keep trigger happy idiots from doing anything stupid. He was in the VIP section taking up most of a velvet bench seat, his lanky body spread out to give the appearance of nonchalance. In actuality the omega was raging inside and wondering who to shoot first.

“Hey boss…” Mod’s voice was almost shaking, the beta obviously didn't want to bare any bad news.

From behind his purple shades Kells watched his friend nod his head indicating to someone against the far dark corner of the building. For a moment he thought the seller had finally arrived but no- it was just the fucking Alpha a-fucking-gain. Maybe Dom was who he should shoot first. A small part of his inner turmoil relaxed at the sight of him. He hated that he couldn't stop himself from feeling safer and calmer in the killer's presence. He didn't ask for him to come, Dom was always just… there. “Leave it. He's not the problem right now.” Colson snapped, trying to move his sight away from his stalker. He could feel his core pulse between his thighs but he ignored it. He would ignore the Alpha as well.

“But-” Megan huffed from Col’s other side and he shot a withering glare at her. It must have been something because she rolled her eyes and looked away, crossing her arms with a huff.

“I don't care if he wants to be a god damned fly on the wall alright? He's not doing shit but creeping.” Kells shrugged, he was tired of her bullshit to be honest. He was tired of everything. The past week had been one of the weirdest of his life and he just needed one thing to go right.

After the impromptu bang sesh the Monday before he and Dom had gone their separate ways with a few more insults tossed at each other, though they felt a little more playful than before. He'd gone home and slept like the dead and starting the next day he'd tried a new blocker. The fucking things just straight up refused to work. He wasn't sick anymore but he could tell the fake hormones weren't working. After a few days of trying he just tossed them out. It wasn't too bad anyway, he still felt slick when he saw the psycho which happened a lot more than he'd assumed it would, but that was about it. Every day Dom would appear in the shadows and while at first it pissed him off, now it was simply a part of life. The hitman was just his annoying shadow, the guy didn't even try to talk to him or anything. Sometimes he even caught Dom curled up on his balcony asleep. He refused to admit he slept better those nights.

He finally looked away from his new Alpha shadow and checked the time on his watch. “Fuck! I hope this asshole knows-”

“Boss!” Before Colson could finish his threat the man in question appeared at the door. Kells felt his trigger finger twitch but he didn't reach for his gun. Yet. He noticed his mother disappearing from her seat next to him but she rarely stayed around for the meetings. It was a compliment if anything, she trusted him as much as she'd trusted the man she loved.

Pete- the man he normally trusted to be his go between with sellers looked suitably shaken as he came to meet the group. The beta was trying to look hard but there was a subtle trembling in his limbs. When he reached Colson's table he took a seat across from him and his knee bounced. For just a moment the omega wondered if that was how people acted around Dom but he pushed that away. He was scarier than his golden retriever psycho. “You gotta understand- this ain't on me alright boss? I swear! These guys they just… they never showed up and all I got was this text saying the shipment was taken care of. I dunno what that means boss. Ya gotta know I wouldn't fuck you over. You're my best customer! I mean-”

Colson arched a brow at the man's nervous rambling. It would be hilarious to let him work himself up to pissing himself but Kells was tired. Dom hadn't slept close the night before. Fuck. He shouldn't let himself get used to it. “You mean what? That you fucked me over? That you're so fucking shitty at your job you lost me millions on product? Cause that's what this is Petey. You. Fucked. Up. Now, why shouldn't I just shoot you now and be done with it? You'll take out the trash, right?” He asked the last of Mod who nodded but then Megan was laughing at his threat and resting her hand on his thigh. It automatically made him itch and his gaze flicked to where he'd last seen the Alpha. Shit- was his mom talking to the freak?

“Cause you love me boss! We're friends!”

“Are we? My friends don't lose my shit.”

“Fucks sake boss I didn't mean to!”

“They already rescheduled from last Friday to tonight. Is this why? They were trying to fuck me over?” Kells was near growling. He hated being disrespected like that. The previous leader never was. Everyone acted as if Col was softer and he always worried it was his secret, that somehow everyone felt it without knowing.

“All I gots a text. Fuckers said the buy was done. I dunno boss. I'm sorry.” Pete shrugged and looked near to passing out.

He should be sorry. Everyone should be. Pete didn't know but Colson- just like his adoptive father before him didn't buy up omegas to sell. Travis had hated the way the fairer designation was treated and he built up his family to save them. That's how Kells had made it to them originally, thanks to his asshole Alpha bio dad. They made their money in guns and drugs but while everyone thought they were the best in the trafficking world they were doing quite the opposite. They would purchase shipments of omegas and give them new identities. New lives. Not everyone in the family was a fan of it but it was his reason to live. The reason his secret was so important. In truth deep down he and his stalker weren't so different.

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Dom felt his polite mask slip in place as Collette approached him, though part of his smile was genuine. He truly liked her. She was a sweet but hard omega with her son's eyes and smile. Not that Colson ever smiled. She moved to hug him and he accepted it even if he was a little stiff. After squeezing him tight she led him away to a table but let him keep his needed line of sight as they sat down. “Sweetheart, you look like hammered shit.” Her voice was lovely and her words… true. He couldn't deny it.

“You ain't the first to say tha’ today. Jus' can't sleep. I'll be alright.” He shrugged one shoulder, his fingers tearing apart a coaster on the table. He couldn't help fidgeting at all times.

“May I ask what's wrong?” Her voice stayed gentle as she laid her hand over his. Dom had never had a good mum and for just a moment he wondered if he'd be different with someone who cared like her. She genuinely seemed to already.

“Rough week. He-” The Alpha grit his teeth, he didn't know much about social or relationship norms- not that he was in one- but he was pretty sure bitching to a fuck buddy’s mummy wasn't allowed. Bollocks.

The omega tried not to chuckle as she watched the boy fight himself over something. He was so young and sweet seeming, even though she knew who he was in the dark. Killing didn't phase her, she'd done her own plenty when needed and she wasn't as blonde as she appeared to be. It wasn't hard for her to see the common denominator in every one of Yungblud’s hits- Alphas. Bad ones. Hell, to the rest of the world her son was the leader of the top trafficking ring, she understood why Colson would be on his list and she knew that they shared the same principles, they just took care of the problem in different ways.

“You know when I met my husband I was scared to let him in. I fought and I fought and I told him I hated him every day for months. He had basically bought me from- from my previous husband and I hated all Alphas for it for a long time. He always said I was free to go though and I just… didn't. I couldn't make myself.” She laughed softly and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Eventually I realized I could trust him and we grew closer. By the time Colson came to us we were in love and I was finally strong enough to help my boy through hell.”

Dom’s brows furrowed and his gaze flicked between the two. Colson was too far away for his liking but he could see him. “Wha’ ‘append? To Cols I mean.”

Collette took a breath and pulled her hand back to fidget herself. She didn't know exactly how much she could say but she also didn't want the boy giving up. “My first husband… He was someone I think you'd like to meet with those knives you seem so partial to.” She paused as she watched Dom start to reach for his bag before he stopped and sat up straighter. “I was given to him by my own father very young and he was a religious ass who thought Alphas were God's gift and omegas were-”

“I know tha’ type. I fink me dad and Col’s would ‘ave been friends.” Dom shuddered.

“Yes well… He hated that I gave him an omega son. He was… he was terrible to us both. After the birth he hated me and let me know it. His brother was just as bad but that bastard thought if my husband wasn't using me…" She paused to let the gravity sink in. Her brother-in-law had been a sick fuck. Both of them were. "When Colson was two my ex caught his brother assaulting me and of course blamed me. He beat me so badly the next week was a blur. I woke up the day Travis found me and we tried to get my son back but the fuckers had moved.”

Dom watched her calmly talk about the hell she'd been through as if she were speaking about the weather. He knew that feeling, that separation from your own trauma because it was far too big to feel. He had his own story and he gave her the respect she deserved by keeping eye contact as he listened. “Wha’ appended to ‘im?” There was a soft growl in his chest.

“I'm not sure it's my story to tell. But history repeats itself, I think we both know that. My son came back to me broken. It had been a decade and he was… he'd been through something terrible. As soon as it was safe he went on blockers and my love took him under his wing. It was Col's choice to hide. Just please understand he has a good reason to be scared of what you did together. He might be terrified for a while. Please just… be patient? I think you could be good for each other. And he'll really need you now.” She gave him a soft smile and he nodded.

He couldn't do much more than that. The sociopath wasn't used to emotions but something was aching in his chest. He knew what her words meant. He hadn't technically been the omega's first, just the first he allowed. The panic Dom had felt in the moment was shared. He also knew there were two new names on his list but he wouldn't leave the man yet to take care of it.

“He stopped taking his blockers. If you were worried. He'll figure it out. Just give him time.” She soothed but he was confused why he should care about that. The Machine Gun could do whatever he wanted with his body. He didn't hate the thought of being able to scent him though. “Oh.” Collette laughed softly, shaking her head. “I'll talk to him, alright? Don't give up.” Her voice was sweet as she patted his arm over where the omega had bit him as if it meant something more than he understood. He couldn't help admiring her beauty and she wasn't much older it seemed than her son. If Colson had been sold at twelve... Maybe she had been married off then too. Yeah, those two were definitely on his list. After a moment she slid off her chair and pressed a kiss to his cheek before disappearing back to her son. It left Dom to watch and wait and picture all the ways he could slaughter those who hurt what was his. Wait... Fuck.

Of course he didn't plan on leaving Kells alone, he couldn't seem to make himself. Something about the man drew him in and kept him there. Like a moth to a flame. Maybe he just needed to try a little more than stalking- Tom kept telling him words were good. Watching the omega he knew it wasn't conversation he wanted to share but he'd do anything to stay close. Even put off his own bubbling needs.

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So this chapter was intense but I tried to keep some of it light. These boys have been through hell but they can help each other. Hopefully they'll start getting closer in the next chapter but I hope you enjoyed a little more Tom and Collette time! Also mob boss Kells moments are fun. I hope you liked it 💣🖤

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Psychotic Kids

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, needy boys, heat/rut, insults, cursing , posturing, allusions to past trauma/abuse, panic, mentions of anal, overdramatic Kells, Dom being daft, guns, control issues, bruising holds, choking, teasing of extremely improper use of a gun, PTSD from SA (barely mentioned but keep yourself safe!), slight d/s undertones, needing to be wanted, Dom's grandpa pants, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, size kink, need for control, hair pulling, spit/drool, mid-sex conversation, teasing, rough sex, biting, slight body worship, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit

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Dom stared at the other man as Kells looked back with a pointed glare. The omega was obviously waiting for him to do something but he couldn't. Ever. Absolutely not. “I can get ya off if you need.” He offered instead, almost conversationally even though his cock was already starting to pulse full under his slacks. There was saliva pooling on his tongue and everything tasted like Colson.

“Fuck you. This is bullshit to me too dickhead but you… You did something to me and you have to fix it. One quick fuck.” Col thought he'd be nauseous at the prospect or scared and there was a little fear in his stomach as his gaze dropped to what appeared to be a monster in the monster's pants. But overall he was needy, a feeling he hated. But some stupid part of his brain said the Alpha would treat him right. Which fuck- that didn't matter. “Dude! Unzip your god damned grandpa pants and stick your dick in me! With how fucking hard you posture I'm sure it'll be over fast.”

Dominic scoffed but there was an emotion he couldn't place clogging his throat and he couldn't swallow past it. He tried to take a step back but his body wasn't listening and instead it went forward. An omega was asking for help. That's what he did. He was good at helping though normally it involved a bit more blood than he thought the offer might. But who knew when it was between them? “Yeah alright. Anal?” His voice was dark and thready, it wouldn't be long before he could no longer control himself. No matter what was about to transpire it seemed like he needed to get some layers off so to distract himself from diving for the man he started toeing off his shoes.

Colson growled at the offer and slammed his fist on the table. “I don't fucking negotiate with terrorists! You did this shit! You broke me. Now fix it!” His voice broke and before he knew what he was doing he had drawn his gun again and had it pointed at the killer. Dominic just smirked before he moved faster than Kells could track.

The next thing the omega knew his wrist was yanked up behind his back and the hitman squeezed and twisted until the piece dropped into his hold. A noise rumbled in the Alpha's chest that felt deeper than a growl as he pushed himself flush against the taller man's back. Col felt him grind against his ass and he nearly melted but Dom moved back a bit to shove the barrel against his cloth covered hole. “I bloody ‘ate ‘ese fings. Is tha’ wha’ ya want omega? Is ‘is wha’ ya need to make up for ya lack of a knot? You ain't as badass as I fhought you was.”

Kells got insulted all the time but something about Dom’s words enticed, shamed, and pissed him off. “You're such a fucking pussy. You talk so much shit about Alphas but you're just as bad. You're still letting your knot control you.” He barely got the words out before the weapon was thrown to skid over the table and a hand was wrapped tightly around his throat from behind.

“Maybe you right. But maybe you don't know wha’ kind of Alpha I am. Looks like you begging to find out.” The grip around his neck squeezed harder until Colson's breath was cut off yet he still found himself canting his ass back.

Dom blinked fast as he tried to clear his mind of buried memories he didn't need at the moment. Or ever. Logically he knew the Machine Gun was battling a heat and the man was begging him to fix it. Maybe just once would be alright? He didn't have to knot him. Maybe if he fucked someone the right way it would replace the darkness left in his soul. Not all of it of course but the memories of another omega who wasn't kind when he was too young to stop what was happening. Colson needed him. He didn't have to do it the same way.

Kells gasped for breath when the hand at his throat moved but he couldn't breathe long before Dom's fingers were shoved between his lips. The mob boss knew better but he still found himself moaning like a whore and sucking them sloppy wet. The Alpha shuddered behind him, grinding his hips forward hard and they could both tell the omega had soaked through his pants. The growing stain and loud squelch between them was an obvious thing and Dom was desperate to bathe in it.

With a trembling touch Dominic let himself explore, his free hand working its way under the other man's shirt before slipping beneath his slacks. He didn't ask permission, he could barely think to get words out and in the shining reflection on the wooden conference table he could see his own eyes bright red. In his mind a cock was a cock but the moment his fingers ghosted over Col’s he knew that wasn't true. He knew what to do with him of course but at the same time he felt like a bumbling virgin. Thankfully he caught himself before saying something dumb about how big the man was for an omega. But fuck he was.

“Don't-” Col slurred around the killer's touch and Dom paused his play. “I need- you gotta- please?” Kells almost begged and he never said please. He demanded what he needed, he didn't ask. He knew if the other touched him there he'd bust and Dom would use the excuse not to fuck- and he desperately needed a good railing. His hips kept twisting as if to draw the bastard's hand further down and with shaking fingers he started working open his pants to push them down. “M-my- please?”

“Say it. Say it or I won't.” The words felt final but Dom was already fighting so much, he wouldn't touch anything Colson couldn't say. It felt wrong.

When nothing was uttered for a moment the Alpha stepped back, pulling his hands off the man which was somehow one of the hardest things he'd ever made himself do. Kells almost whimpered as he turned to face the other but when he saw how the psycho watched him it relit a flame inside his belly. His pants slipped down his thighs until they hit his knees and every part of him was trembling as he stood exposed. He was just thankful the drenched pad stayed stuck to his boxers but he swore it was audible as it moved. The Alpha took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. Colson could see his desire as the smell of his slick filled the room. He could literally watch it in the way Dom's pupils blew. He was needed, even if only for a good lay. “Fuck my cunt.” It wasn't a question but the edge of a beg was there. It was said in such a way there was no need for Dom to worry he wasn't welcomed. If anything there was a hint of a threat if he failed to obey and that… did something for him.

Dominic’s control was shot so instead of trying to speak he nodded once, pulling his shirt off over his head before working open his slacks. Grandpa pants. Fuck. Colson noticed a necklace against the killer's chest in the shape of an elephant and his lips parted in surprise. He'd been looking into the guy's crimes and he knew what that little metal pachyderm was used to do. How strange. Even stranger was the way his body reacted and how little he cared.

That more than anything reminded him what the Alpha did with his hands- hands that were about to be all over him again. It shouldn't have made him as needy as he felt. Maybe he was the one that needed to be committed. Kells watched from behind his purple shades as his suspicion was confirmed in spades. Yungblud was rocking a monster of a dick and his knot was already throbbing. Col himself was far from small, at nine inches he didn't even look like a beta let alone omega, but Dom? “Fuck me.”

“Tha's the idea yeah? Lay down.” The hitman huffed and Col moved to bend over the table. “Fuck- Not tha’!” Before the omega knew what was happening he was flipped around. His spine hit the wood tabletop hard enough to leave a mark. He struggled against the hold but Dom wasn't having it and the fucker held him flat until he found two knives from his bag. Those he stabbed into the edges of Col’s overpriced shirt like butterfly wings. The Alpha's next move was to rip his shoes and pants off, leaving Kells completely exposed. The omega was effectively pinned though of course it wouldn't be hard to move. It just gave him an out not to struggle. He could tell they were both fighting through something for this and he knew it wouldn't be like before. Dom wouldn't let it. Not that he trusted the murdering psycho. Of course not. That was something an omega would do. Pheromones didn't mean shit.

But fuuuuck did Dom have some pheromones. As he stared down at Colson and hovered close his scent washed over the taller man. The Alpha’s lip twitched in a near snarl before he pushed Col’s glasses up and off. He blinked at the sudden shift in light and glanced down the killer's body. The uncut tip of Dom’s throbbing cock was so close and so fucking wet.

Dom felt the man almost relax underneath him and he watched as those golden eyes lingered on his knot. He knew he was too much and he hated it but Kells didn't seem frightened- just intrigued. “Do ya want me?” He rasped, his pulse beating fast. He shouldn't ask, he didn't think it was like that and he was sure he didn't have heart enough to worry about something so trivial. However, he was all about consent. He'd killed people for less than he was acting out.

“Need you- your cock. Fuck me.” Col's voice was already soft but he fought himself tooth and nail not to break.

Fingers tangled in his hair and forced gold to meet crimson. Colson's breath caught in his chest. “Do-” Dom whispered, leaning closer to bite the omega's lip. “you-” He continued, sucking the bottom one hard. “want-” Bruising kiss. Oh fuck Kells normally hated kissing. “me?” The last word was purred and pressed between their lips and it tasted like fire as Kells swallowed it down.

“Stop being a fucking pussy and use mine.” The next bite drew blood and made the omega shudder, his spine arching and his hips thrusting up to try and find the Alpha's cock. “I want you. You- Dom. Alpha. You.”

Even though the man was going slack under him, that one word wrinkled Dom’s nose and he spat pink tinged spit on Col’s face. Partially to admonish for the word and partially to cover the stench from where the other Alpha had kissed what was his. No- wait. Fuck. “Don't call me tha’.” He growled but his dick still jerked and he knew he was near to broken.

Colson wriggled between a rock firm cock and a hard place but he could feel the blades stuck in his shirt keeping him prone. He wanted to grip the bastard and pull him in but he could see the haunt behind Dom’s eyes. He wouldn't make that worse. Maybe he liked being wanted too. What the hell was happening to him?

Kells watched as a bead of drool slipped from the hitman's pillow lips to land on one of his tats. If he could separate his old scars from the moment and the monster above him he might even think that Dominic was beautiful but that wasn't what this was about. This was nothing more than a booster shot or an engine tune up. He just needed the bastard to get it over with but a small part of him begged quietly to make it last. With the Alpha's tattered shirt discarded and his pants open and pushed down Colson could take a moment to just study him as Dom talked himself into moving forward.

He was softer than Kells assumed he would be, there were hard muscles too but it seemed as if the guy hadn't fully lost his baby fat. The omega wasn't sure he'd ever had any personally. He was always trying to work out and build muscle but he was mostly thin and it pissed him off. Well it normally did but it wasn't so bad with the way Dom was looking at him. He tried so hard to push that thought away.

Dom took a deep breath and groaned at the heat scent, his dick so hard he was shaking. He was trying to hold himself up but his elbows buckled when Colson glanced down his body again and licked his lips like he saw something he wanted. He knew he'd found an omega that could bring him to his knees. “Wha’? You a size queen or summat?” He teased, trying to keep the wall up between them and he laughed when the omega snapped his teeth. “Deep breaf?” He soothed, taking one himself and trying to give the guy a little warning.

Kells took the breath on command without thinking, his throat already sore from being squeezed. The moment Dom touched his cockhead to Col’s dripping wet hole he choked, the universe felt like fire and they were the match about to burn everything down. “Fast?” He asked through clenched teeth and the Alpha arched a brow but Dom tried to trust what the guy said. The younger man tried to listen to his body since he didn't have enough experience and with a rough grip to Colson's hips he thrust forward.

“Holy fuck-” Colson cried out, his hands flying up to the boy’s chest. He thought he could take it fast and hard and he would- but what a way to burn. “Fucking- monster. Holy-” He was panting and trembling, his inner walls spasming tight. But Dom just waited, his cheeks rosey and his eyes both bright and full of darkness.

“Sorry.”

“Don't! Just… fuck! How do you fuck anyone without buckets of slick?” It was weird just conversing but it helped both their minds settle.

“I don't.” Dom shrugged simply.

“You… but you have before?” Colson asked and caught the pain that flashed through the Alpha's eyes.

“Not like ‘is.” He sighed, hoping it would stop the questions but the omega just changed his tactics instead.

“How big are you anyway? You could kill someone like this.” He tried to make it an insult but he was pretty sure the rush of slick that dripped out around the plug of Dom's cock gave him away. Everything about the Alpha was ridiculous. Legitimately.

“I ain't measured. But probably like… twelve inches? Bloody Americans. Why?” The Alpha hummed, testing the waters and rocking his hips back and forth, somehow just their joining had calmed the burning need in them both a moment. He refused to hurt the omega more than he had to. He couldn't live with himself if he did.

“No fucking reason. Pretty sure you just ripped a new hole in- Shit no! I'm fucking with you.” He fixed his tease the moment he saw panic set in. For a serial killer the guy seemed kind of… soft. “Don't know how a pussy kid like you gets a knot like that. Life ain't fucking fair.”

“Not a kid.” Dom growled back, his next thrust rougher just to prove a point. “I'm twenty. Mostly. And I know you fink you being a dick but- mmmfuck you're wet- Alpha's ain't shite.”

Kells tried to push aside the shock of realization that his stalker was barely an adult. What did mostly mean anyway? Did that mean he just turned it, his birthday was soon, or did the psycho have a part of his body he stole from someone else? For a second he started to glance around but he knew that was just his hormones talking. Plastic surgery made more sense than Frankenstein. His mini spiral just reminded him how little he knew the boy who's cock was making a home inside him but when their eyes locked again that worry vanished. He hated the term ‘old soul’ but trauma could make anyone ancient. He wasn't worried about that. Truthfully with the Alpha above him he wasn't worried about much but he refused to look at that too closely. “I thought you were gonna fuck me.” He huffed, refusing to get pulled in. His body might be acting like a bitch in heat but that didn't mean his mind needed to follow.

“You're an arse’ole, ya know tha’?” Dom growled, speeding his pace just a bit. Each move he pulled out a little further. Pushed in a bit harder. He knew he couldn't hold out long when his omega felt so perfect wrapped around him but he would prove the twat wrong at least. His thumbs dug into his partner's hips he held the man so tight. He knew he'd be leaving his own marks this time. For once from his hands and not his blade. His pace stuttered when his omega playfully leaned up to bite the charm of his swinging necklace. Somehow he knew the other knew what it was and it felt as if his darkness was being accepted. Maybe even… enjoyed? “Lucky you pretty.”

Col’s eyes went wide as he dropped his head again, he felt crazed that he'd just sucked on something the fucker used as a signature of sorts. What was he getting himself into? Whatever it was, pretty was too close to soft and he was anything but. “Blow me. Like fuck I-”

“One favor at a time, pretty boy.” That effectively shut Col down and he whimpered, maybe that word was alright coming from him. Hell, Dom probably thought blood was beautiful. Violence. His priorities were different from the bastard who called him that as a boy.

When the next roll of his hips made his omega fall quiet Dom couldn't help but grin. “Can ya feel it?”

“What?” Colson whimpered, his nails making half moons in pale shoulders. He could feel a lot- the Alpha filled every bit of his core and made extra room for just himself. That dick took his breath away and rearranged his guts.

“Me knot?” Dom's cheeks flushed hotter and he tried to distract by tilting his hips. It didn't matter though he didn't think, he was pretty sure he was hitting everything Col needed him to. His knot in question was already so close to popped, bouncing against drenched folds. Their combined scent was driving him wild and the sounds echoing off the walls were obscene. The omega was so lithe when he looked down he could see himself from inside. Fuck.

“Oh-” The word was barely a breath of a noise but pleasure rushed through Colson's chest. He didn't think the bastard had it in him, but something changed in Dom now that he had it in Kells. “Yeah, fuck.” His attention zeroed down to the part of the Alpha he craved most, the stretch as it tried to slip inside was just this side of too much.

“Ain't never- shouldn't.” Dom stuttered, he wasn't asking permission so much as trying to warn. He knew he should pull out but those long inked legs wrapped around his waist and kept him pulled close. One of his hands dropped to palm Colson's ass, the other kept a tight grip on his hip bone. Their sweat wet bodies slipped together, their breaths and hearts deafening and in sync. “Cols?” He tried to warn one more time but his omega just shook his head.

“Do it and I- I- fuck Dom I'm-” He couldn't speak, he couldn't do much more than hold on so trying to threaten the Alpha against pulling out was impossible.

Dom felt the moment the omega broke, Col’s legs shook, his spine arched, and Dominic watched as he spilled pearly white over his tats. He felt the slick the omega gushed for him, momentarily baptizing him in cum. When those inner walls locked up tight around him he couldn't fully pull out. He had a moment of panic but Kells pulled him in, taking the choice blessedly out of his hands. It was bizarre, with his mark for the first time in his life Dom didn't mind giving up a little control.

Colson whined through his own pleasure and followed Dom further into his. The Alpha thrust rougher once- twice- and Kells felt his cunt accept his lover's knot like a lock and key. Liquid heat filled him deeper than anything had been before, but he lost all thought and fear on the wave of rapture they shared.

Colson cradled Dom close as the Alpha collapsed, their bodies rocking through their orgasms. Their skin stuck together from slick and sweat and cum but the mess didn't phase them, not yet. Even as they trembled with aftershocks and Dom just couldn't stop spilling they didn't talk. Load after load stretched the omega somehow fuller and even though the Alpha blushed, the monster inside felt as quieted as the burning need.

Dominic knew the darkness would come back. That later wouldn't feel as peaceful or calm, and the omega knew after it all he'd tell himself nothing happened. They'd go back to their lives without need for each other and nothing calling them back. Life wasn't fixed by a good hard fuck but it seemed for the time being a heat could be. They both knew they just needed to get the other out of their system but secretly they thought they'd keep this moment locked away somewhere safe. A hot memory for cold nights. But for once they just let themselves bask, that kind of light was hard to come by for devils like them and they'd keep the other's secret of savoring it.

Until they couldn't...

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

Yay for smut! Dumbass boys thinking they can fuck once and go their separate ways 🙄 how silly and precious. I hope you all enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing it. I love how they bicker but respect each other's trauma. I love these boys and I hope you do too! 🩸💣🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 5 days

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I'm the Voice Inside Your Head

🩸Previous Parts Here 🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, guns, swearing, alpha posturing, light stalking, mentions of human trafficking, threats, mob bossing, threats, Dom being a shit, anxious needy boys, mentions of murder, allusions to past abuse, the very wrong person using the word 'daddy', mask slipping, Dom being claimy, charming Dom, Kells being demanding, enemies to lovers💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Colson was having a hell of a week and it was only Monday. It had been two days since that Alpha bastard had broken into his home and everything just kept getting worse. He was positive he had a fever that could cook a fucking steak on his abs and he was constantly incredibly aware of the pad between his thighs. Every move made it stick to his skin and it felt disgusting. His mother had left the box in his bathroom after sitting with him until he fell into a fitful sleep. In fact she'd left him a kit of sorts without a word and he couldn't thank her enough. Not that he could bring himself to aloud, that would be too much attention on something that certainly wasn't happening. He hadn't even left his bed for the first day but the second he had been forced to. Life went on no matter how ill he felt.

The night before had been a fucking trip. He'd had to check in on one of his clubs and while he was getting a drink at the bar and one of his dancers was chatting him up he could have sworn he saw the Alpha watching him. But when he looked again there was no one there. He kept thinking he saw the killer everywhere he went and Dom always looked grumpy as hell. It was a weird hallucination if that's what was going on- a pouting Alpha psycho. Maybe Kells was broken. Maybe this was the dick’s long game, break him down and make him crazy too. A fucked up cat and mouse game.

He felt so miserable he just wanted to crawl back in bed but he had a job to do. He'd almost rescheduled the meeting he was sitting in but there was too much riding on it. He knew there was a new group of omegas being shipped to LA to be sold and they needed a game plan and a triple check on if they had enough liquid cash. He was glad his mother and his number two were in attendance because he damn well knew he wasn't paying close enough attention. His fingers were drumming on the wooden conference table and his knee was bouncing a mile a minute. It made the cotton squish between his thighs but he couldn't help it. Fuck he hated slick. Why the hell wouldn't his body stop?

Dom leaned back against the concrete wall behind him until he felt the shade of the building fall over him. His stomach was in knots and he felt warm all over but he tried to write that off to the LA heat. He was trying to be inconspicuous but he knew he stood out. Black slacks, ripped tee, platform creepers, and pink socks weren't too strange for the town but he was an Alpha and he knew the energy was rolling off him in waves no matter how hard he tried to swallow it. His mark had disappeared inside the building not an hour before and while that wasn't long, he couldn't find the twat through any of the windows. He knew the building was partially underground and that thought made him twitch. Underground was where bodies went. Not people.

He was trying to ignore the ache in his balls and the itch under his skin but it only settled a little when he had his eyes on the man. Every morning he told himself he wouldn't follow him again and yet the moment he stepped out of his flat there was only one place he could go. Or more honestly- to one person. His foot was tapping a rapid beat on the ground and his body was stiff even when he tried to breathe and relax. ADHD was bad enough but whatever he was going through was actual hell. Tom had been alluding to something before he left that day but he flat out refused to listen and ended up storming out. He hated being mean to his best friend, especially when the photographer wasn't feeling well- making him cry was the worst, but he couldn't seem to help it. Of course he'd texted him a few minutes later to apologize but he still couldn't listen. He wasn't the kind of Alpha who was controlled by ruts.

He wouldn't deny he had them, every few months he noticed his urges get worse and his aggression rise but those times were easy to handle. A quick wank or two and an extra kill normally got him through it. He never even popped a knot so it wasn't a big deal normally but what he felt was nothing like that. He would not be bossed around by his cock. His father always told him that Alphas couldn't stop themselves during ruts and he'd been proving the bastard wrong since before he put him down. All he could think about was the giant omega and how wet he had smelled in the shower. He hadn't craved a cunt in his life, not even at thirteen when his father bought him a girl for a night and made him- no. He didn't crave sex let alone a tight wet pussy like he knew the Machine Gun would have. Fuck.

“Boss?” Colson was startled out of his misery by his second in command's gentle voice and he forced his focus back to the meeting.

“Yeah?” Col’s voice broke and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Fuck. What?” He snapped. Everyone was looking at him funny. He could feel it.

“I think we got it. You good?” Mod asked and there was genuine concern in his voice. The damn beta didn't fit in the family of sorts any better than he did but that was the beauty of his late adoptive dad. The man had collected strays of all kind and set up the weirdest crime family around. “You gonna be good to go this weekend? If we don't have an Alpha with us they won't let us buy.”

“I can go.” Megan purred a little too fast as her perfectly manicured hand rested over his. “If you're sick I can take this one. You know I've got your back Daddy.” He tried not to twitch at the nickname or pull away from her touch. They were normally close as hell but his instincts were haywire with his senses back and under all her expensive perfume she smelled so fucking rank. He knew it was her pheromones but it was messing him up hard. He thought about asking yet again that she not call him that but to keep his cover he knew he had to leave it alone. She thought he was a fellow Alpha and the new ‘father’ of the group. It wasn't a sex thing. There was just something about her that set off his inner alarm.

He forced his lip to curl in a smile as he pulled his hand free and faked a stretch. Shit he needed soap and a brillo pad to get her scent off his skin. Or maybe bleach. “I'm good, thanks though. Just a cold or some shit. You're all too soft. If any of you show up to my home with soup you're fucking fired. And you know with me that shit doesn't mean your job.” He teased, making a gun with his fingers and play shooting Mod- he knew the beta would be the first to try and ‘help’. He didn't need help. He needed… He knew exactly what he needed but he didn't want to admit it. Every second that ticked by while he felt so shitty was bringing him closer to admitting it though and he kept glancing at his phone.

“You really don't look so good. Maybe you should sit this one out? One whiff of weakness and they'll-” Megan didn't get to finish her statement before Kells slapped the table hard enough to make it shake.

“Who the fuck said anyone here was weak?” The faux-Alpha demanded, staring at the real one of the group. It wasn't always a pissing contest with her but there had always been moments. They went through their teen years together and they'd playfully butted heads as they rose in the ranks. At one point people thought she might take over but Kells was the old boss’s right hand. Col wasn't a fan of yelling at girls but he had to treat an Alpha like an Alpha.

Her gaze dropped to the table as he sat back and pushed his glasses higher on his nose. He could feel another wave of torture heating in his veins, probably brought on by her pushing his limits, and he didn't want his eyes flashing gold where they could see. It had always been the one thing he couldn't control with blockers so the sunglasses were a must. Thankfully everyone just thought it was a fashion statement. He watched her purple tinted face go through a range of emotions. He thought for a moment she might fight but finally she sighed. “No one. Sorry.”

“Good. That's that.” He huffed as he felt a bead of sweat tickle down his forehead and a rush of slick escape his core. When he started feeling his pulse between his thighs something inside him snapped. He ignored everyone as they sat quietly and he picked up his phone. With a shaking thumb he typed fast and pressed send even quicker. If he thought too much about it he'd lose resolve and he couldn't take it anymore.

C: Where are you?

D: Who the fuck is this?

C: Fuck you

D: Oh.

Kells took a deep breath and worried for a moment he'd failed before he even tried. He didn't need the asshole to like him, just to come when he called and the original text had promised Dom would. When his phone went off again he almost moaned in relief.

D: Ello Mr. Gun

C: Should I say it again or can you just reread my last message?

D: Not very polite. You texted me.

Dom felt something akin to the excitement right before a kill. If he was anyone else he might think it was butterflies but he knew better. He was going to have a word with Tom about giving out his number to strangers though. Even omegas with gorgeous blue eyes. Especially those.

C: I need you

It was three simple words but it was the hardest thing he'd ever typed. It felt almost impossible but he hoped if he was a little honest they could get this over with fast with a simple understanding. It wouldn't even be friends with benefits- just one quick fuck and he'd be back to his old self. That's all that he needed, right? A hormonal reset. Then his blockers would work again. Right? When nothing popped up in the text box he started to worry he'd gone truly insane. Had he really just asked a serial killer for- well… He hadn't yet asked for anything really.

There was a hard knock on the door and they all jumped, no one was supposed to be able to get past his security. Colson dropped his phone as the screen went black and instead reached for the gun in his holster. Mod looked at him and he gave a nod but before the beta could stand up the heavy wooden door crashed open and bounced off the wall, the lock so broken part of it fell to the floor.

Dom arched a brow behind his dark glasses as five guns turned to point at his head. He didn't care about anyone else though, his gaze found The Machine Gun and locked on. He cocked his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms, a small smirk curling his plush lips. “Fhought I were expected.” He teased. Guns didn't scare him, they just pissed him off. They were basically the metal equivalent of a knot. A power play for someone without any, a toy that went boom.

Kells sighed something deep and long suffering and he hadn't even known the fuck a week. “Should I even ask how?”

“Wha' ya mean? You told me to come.”

“I legit just asked.”

“And?” Dom shrugged playfully. A cat who got the cream.

“I didn't tell you where I was.” The omega said flatly.

“I were nearby?” He didn't even try to lie. Why would he?

“And my guys?”

“Alive. Ish. I fink. You need better security.” That accent dripped with filth and dark promise and a simpleness as if they were chatting about the weather.

“You need to stop being such a creepy psycho bi-”

“You must be Dom!” Before Kells could finish his insult the lightbulb went on over his mother's head. The omega clenched his teeth as the Alpha grinned like a golden retriever and stepped closer, fully ignoring the weapons in the room. He held out his hand to her and Colson got a good look at the wound he left. It was already somehow healed and barely pink. It did something to his insides to see it. What the fuck?

His badass sweetheart of a mom slipped her Browning 9mm back in her holster as she stood and offered her hand back. Colson couldn't believe his eyes, he had just been trying for a quick fuck and his mom was acting like it was a first date. “Fuck my life.”

Dominic caught the soft whisper from the other man but he ignored it in favor of the pretty woman in front of him. By the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth he knew who he was addressing. “Mrs. Baker I presume? Me name's Dominic ‘Arrison. Dom. ‘Ello.” He gave her his best smile even though all his instincts were screaming to throw everyone out and fuck his omega silly but he wasn't that kind of Alpha and he would prove it.

“Oh fuck that. Absolutely not. You can call me Collette.” Her touch lingered as if she were testing him or her son. He wasn't sure but he liked something about her instantly.

“You have got to be shitting me.” Kells almost whined from the head of the table before he cleared his throat and put his gun away.

“Collette, Colson. I like it.” Dom grinned wider, pulling back and slipping his hands in his pockets. There was still a gun pointed at him but only one. The female Alpha was glaring between him and Cols.

“Megs, put it the fuck away. Everyone out alright? We're done here.” The boss growled and the sound sent a shiver down Dom’s spine.

“Who the hell is this? Why are you just letting this go? He just said he hurt our guards!” She huffed and completely ignored his command. It was not the day to fuck with him.

“Well at least we know they suck. We'll get better ones. Now I said, put your fucking piece away before I put it away for you and get the hell out! I'm getting tired of repeating myself.” He kept his voice level but his annoyance was evident. It seemed like an extra Alpha really ruffled her feathers.

“Fine. Call me if you need me to step in Daddy.” She barely controlled her own tone but as always it was a sultry purr. She stood slowly and put away her gun before she kissed Colson's cheek and headed for the door.

Dom stepped in her way for a moment, there was so much about her already that rubbed him the wrong way but he kept his smile on his face. He just didn't move to let her out.

Colson watched as the two Alphas stared at each other and as Dom slid his glasses into his wild dark hair he got a glimpse of the monster inside. Jade eyes flashed red and the kind smile morphed into something… new. Different. Feral for lack of a better word. For just a moment the omega knew he was seeing the real Dom and he was pissed at himself when he felt hotter. Psycho could not be his type. Fuck. His hind brain whispered that the Alpha was protecting him and the front of his mind said to pull out his gun again. He didn't have to though because Dom stepped aside and his mask slid back in place. He even gave a little wave to the rest of Col’s people.

“Pleasure to meet yas.” The Alpha smoothed over the moment with a little bow in Collette’s direction. He hadn't meant to test the bint- Megan, but something about her rankled him. If anything his instincts were on higher alert than normal but he hadn't meant to make it appear like he didn’t respect the boss’s control. He hadn't meant to have a pissing contest and possibly anger the man who needed him. He was needed. How strange.

Colson watched as everyone filed out with a few wary look backs at the Alpha which Dom barely seemed to notice. The weirdo seemed hyper focused on him and he knew it was the scent. He was just thankful his people thought him so much a cocksure Alpha they assumed he banged a chick before the meeting, not that he was the bitch. After his mom attempted to shut the door behind her he was left alone with the hitman again. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow and a pulse in his cunt that made him desperate for release.

“So ya need me? Wha’ for?” Dominic asked and he tried so hard not to step closer but Colson's scent was so strong he could taste it on his tongue.

Kells shook as he stood up and tried to stay blasé and gruff. If he treated it like no big deal it wouldn't be one. Right? A quick fuck between devils. A helping hand. He tugged his suit jacket off and laid it on the chair but even as he spoke he couldn't make eye contact. “I don't know how the fuck you poisoned me to make my blockers stop working but you need to fix this shit right now.”

Dom arched a brow as he walked around the table and stood next to the trembling man. Kells was a mess to match himself, drenched in sweat and doused in cologne. He was shuddering so hard the guy's teeth were chattering and all Dom wanted was to help. Helping was okay, Col asked for him and he always helped an omega in need. “Fix wha’? I didn't bloody poison you. Ya know you bit me right? Never mind. Wha’ can I do to ‘elp?”

The growl that rumbled in Colson's chest was ruined by the whine of his voice. Did he need someone killed? Did he need something moved? All manner of questions rushed through Dom’s mind and all of them he knew he'd answer yes to. Anything he could do for the omega. “I need you to drop your fucking pants and bend me over this table. You started this shit and you're going to finish it.” Except that. Fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I accidentally added Megan as a rival Alpha for funsies. You know that's gonna get some stress (she causes) out at some point 😉 Will there be sex next chapter? Perhaps. Will they still be idiots ignoring everything? Probably yes. I hope you enjoyed it! 🔪🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 5 days

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Fucked Up Soul

🩸 Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, boys panicking, mentions of biting, blood, cursing, weaponry, allusions to past abuse, allusions to lots of past trauma, omega Tom bff, underwear theft, sneaky texts, Tom being a saint, boys in denial, enemies to lovers, pouty boys, mentions of masterbation, unhelpful blockers, both boys being cum goblins 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom was still trembling by the time he reached his flat. Once or twice he thought about finding a stray asshole Alpha and working his urges out but somehow even though he'd been near to breaking before he met the man, his need for release wasn't as strong. If he went too long between kills it started to effect him deeply. His chest would tighten, his vision would tint red, his mood would edge to uncontrollable anger, and he found it almost impossible to control his outburst. Normally having his night interrupted would destroy his so small fuse but after what he'd done he felt his desperation calmed. Even with the confusion and self hatred burning in his veins and through his thoughts. He'd always heard how helpful a sexual release was but he'd never believed it. Not before that damn omega.

He was still wound up, he couldn't help it. Everything he'd fought against for so long was now in question. All the things he prided himself on were tossed out the bloody window and he'd never expected that. He'd popped a fucking knot and tried to scent an omega. He'd licked his face as if it were a claim. He spied on the guy, though he couldn't be completely upset at himself for that. Stalking and voyeurism was part of the job. But this felt… filthy because it felt so fucking good.

His hand shook as he unlocked his front door and the moment he was inside he slammed it closed before resting against the wood to try to calm his racing heart and mind. His wrist throbbed though the wound had already closed but something felt off as he stood there. His home was his safe place- as safe as a sociopathic Alpha could find, and while he was used to spying on others he wasn't accustomed to feeling… watched. Not alone. He couldn't shake it.

“Are those yours? Interesting update to your wardrobe.” A voice sounded from further inside the flat, making Dom jump. He scanned the room and his predator level vision saw through the darkness well enough to find the lump of blankets on the sofa that was his omega roommate and best friend. Bollocks. He'd planned to give the man a verbal lashing but it appeared the photographer wasn't feeling well.

It took his ADHD riddled brain a moment to circle and catch up before he remembered the boxer briefs tucked in his pocket. Oh. “Not mine.” His own voice was still a growl but he couldn't help it. He just sighed and pushed himself off the door to join his friend in their living room. He started to sit before realizing he had far too much energy buzzing through him and instead he paced in front of the prone man.

After a moment Tom pushed the blankets off and sat up, revealing he'd been working on his tablet under the covers. He was rarely without some kind of electronic. Those normally comforting silver eyes went wide before his nose wrinkled and his sharp brow arched high enough Dom wondered if he was in trouble. “What did you do? You smell like-” His voice cut off and he cleared his throat, his gaze searching the Alpha in front of him. He was so close that the scent of him was overpowering but while the killer smelled of blood it wasn't enough to say Dom’s night was normal. Well... His normal.

A small scoff escaped Dom but he tried to control himself. “Wha’? An omega? Do I smell like a bloody omega Tom?”

“Don't take that tone with me. If you yell at me I won't hesitate to kick your arse out. I am not in the mood for your shite.”

Dom glared down at his best friend and his fists clenched at his sides, making the omega drop his gaze. Tom gave him a good once over before his lips parted in surprise, whatever he thought he saw made him sit up straighter. “Tha’ mark you investigated so well? Tha’ Alpha you sent me to take out? Tha’ job you said you did so much research on? A fucking omega.” Dom paused and took a breath before he went off all over again and his feet started moving under him to pace the floor. “A bloody fucking omega on blockers! A mob boss omega! A feral fucking arsehole, gun toting, wet, pretty, drug using, twat! Tha’ weren't in ya bloody files?”

Tom pursed his lips to fight a smile as he shook his head. He wanted to make a joke but he knew better. The hitman would die before hurting him but he never wanted to add to his stress. Dom was his hero and his dumbarse best friend. He just never thought he'd see him like that. “That wasn't in my research. If Colson Baker is an omega then no one knows. He's deep in hiding but I'm not sure how if he's walking around smelling like you do right now. You know I check everything. I would never send you after one knowingly. I take it you got along?”

Dom couldn't stop himself from growling. He knew the signs of their fight was visible all over himself. Blood and sweat and… oh. Oh no. He was covered in cum and a pair of slick wet underwear was tucked in his pocket. Well it was a damn good thing he didn't feel shame. A shock of annoyance rushed through him instead and he pulled the boxers out of his pocket to wave in front of the omega. “Wha's it mean?” His voice went high and the corner of Tom's lips twitched. If he laughed Dom thought he might scream.

Tom covered his nose and leaned back further on the couch. He was going through his own cycle and the stench of omega and spent Alpha so close was just too much. “I think it means you made a friend. Congrats. Did you leave him alive?” He already knew the answer.

All the fight went out of Dom at the query and he dropped his arms, sighing as he stared down at the other man. “Course. Can't kill a ‘mega. Twat bit me and ‘en ‘ad a wank in ‘is shower.”

“Which you know because…?”

Dom's eyes went wide and if Tom didn't know better he'd think he was blushing. “I…”

“You?”

“Well I um-”

“Yes?”

“Fuck. Tom wha’ did I do?” Dom’s voice was almost a whine and his legs felt weak. Everything felt off inside him. For once he felt like the little boy he hadn't really gotten to be. His knotheaded father had raised him to be an Alpha's Alpha and when he wasn't up to standard… Well he took care of that. Dom felt suddenly heavy and he let himself sit next to his friend. What had happened to him?

Tom had never seen the man so shaken and he'd known him for a good few years. Dom was always sure of himself and a little broken but he was never scared. Not the night he rescued Tom in a dark alley, and not one moment since. It hurt his heart to see his friend so lost. He couldn't completely smother his worry for the fellow omega though, or his enjoyment of the situation. “You just found someone. You don't have to have a crisis over it. You're a good man Dom.” How could he tell the scared Alpha what he could tell was happening without sending him into a spiral? The bottom line was he couldn't. He couldn't warn him about the heat scent. He couldn't explain he knew what the mob boss was about to go through. He couldn't give Dom a reassurance that he could handle a mate because he wasn't completely sure he could. He loved Dom but the Alpha wasn't exactly sane.

Tom himself hadn't ever used blockers. He never believed he needed them even though it could get him into trouble. He'd met Dom on a night he was too close to his cycle and an Alpha had tried to follow him home. The killer had saved him from something terrible so he knew the man would treat the mob boss as well as he could. He wasn't scared of that. No. He knew if the world believed Colson was an Alpha the omega had obviously been on the medication for so long. If they stopped working because the pair met? That meant something drastic. Intense. His best friend was intense but he didn't always handle it well. The photographer's stomach turned at the thought of the hell the Machine Gun was about to go through. His own cycles were bad and they were natural. Fuck. Looking over at the boy- because Dom really was that, he knew the Alpha might take it rough. He couldn't tell him. Dom would blame himself without realizing all it meant for himself. They'd have to figure it out as they went. He could at least help though.

Instead of answering any better he pat his lap and drew the younger man to rest on his thighs. He knew his own scent wouldn't bother him, Dom never even seemed to notice though he was always kind. As the Alpha got comfortable and curled up against him he pet through his wild dark hair. “I'll deny the job request. You just rest.” He sighed.

“No. I don't want ‘em sending someone else. Jus’ leave it. By the time ‘ey realize I'll be watching Cols.” Dom didn't even realize he'd given the bastard a nickname. He wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

“Alright.” He whispered back but he still opened his tablet and a special messenger app. He rolled his lip between his teeth as he tried to think of what to say. He couldn't explain to Colson that he knew he was about to be in heat triggered by a serial killing Alpha. He couldn't say he thought they'd found their mates. Instead he just typed something simple. ‘In case of emergency I promise he'll come when you call.’, and under that he added Dom’s phone number before he set it aside and sat back. Even he was apprehensive of the situation. He didn't know what would happen next.

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Colson was pacing his living room when two things happend simultaneously. His elevator opened and his phone alerted him to a new message. He ignored the latter to race for his visitor. With everything happening he could only think of one person to call for help. The only person he trusted since his father figure died. He was desperately hoping she could tell him it would all be okay.

“Col? Baby, what's wrong?” His mother's voice instantly calmed some of his fears as she entered his home and pulled him into a hug. He hadn't even realized he was shaking until her steady form touched him.

She'd had him so young that her pretty face still seemed fresh and soft. He'd gone so long without her as a boy and found her through a series of the most unfortunate events but now she was the one he came to with anything that had to do with his secret. Only she knew. He took a deep breath of her honeydew scent before he pulled from the hug and crossed his arms. Someone might know what he was but that didn't mean he had to act like it. He was still the man of his family and he could be strong. Before he could even say anything he watched her blonde brows furrow and she wandered off to his bedroom. “What the fuck?” She might look like a flower but she certainly wasn't one. He grumbled to himself and followed suit.

She was standing by his bed, already stripping the bloodied sheets. His mother was the kind of woman to get shit done and worry about feelings later. It kept them both strong and task oriented. She was probably why he'd come so far in his life. “Someone sent Yungblud after me.” He huffed and that made her freeze.

“Do you think it was-” Her voice went soft. She couldn't finish the sentence and he wouldn't do it for her.

“I don't know. Fuck if I know how he'd find us or why the hell he'd care, but if it was? Shit. I'll take his out myself.” Anger bubbled in his chest but he was already so hot it felt like lava in his veins. They couldn't worry about that first. “Mom-”

Her gaze softened as she took in his sweat soaked appearance. He hadn't been able to dress more than another pair of boxers and they were already soaked. “Your blockers… Did you run out?” She asked carefully. Conversationally. She couldn't flat out say what was obviously written all over her son in sweat.

Kells swallowed hard before shaking his head. “Took some this morning. I'm fine. Just sick.”

“And Yungblud-”

“Dom.”

“Dom? He was here and he's an Alpha?” Her voice stayed gentle just in case.

Kells shrugged his shoulders and moved to help her with the sheets. A glint caught his eye and he found the knife Dom had left. It was still covered in red as he picked it up and set it inside his bedside table. He probably shouldn't keep it but he didn't like the idea of throwing it out. It made something feel tight in his chest. “Maybe I'll just get stronger ones. I mean, it's not that but... Ya know. If he could tell it's probably time.”

“I don't think they make anything stronger Colson. You've already overwhelmed your system with Alpha hormones-”

“Well I'll have to find fucking something!” He didn't mean to shout but he couldn't help it. It felt like ants were crawling under his skin the moment Dom left and his core was aching more than it ever had.

“Alright! We'll figure something out. Will you see him again?” She asked softly, taking the pile of sheets to his hamper though he was pretty sure they'd have to be thrown out. He didn't know why that thought disappointed him. When she moved to pick up the messy pillow he rushed forward and took it from her hands, his cheeks pink as he cradled it against his chest. Her question shocked him though. What the fuck would he do that for?

His mother blused at the scent and the sight of her son so frazzled and she watched as he hid the pillow under his bed. That more than anything told her all she needed to know and so much of her was worried for her son. “I think you need to find him.” She said simply. “Just to ask who sent him.” It was a lie but at least it would give the boy an excuse. She knew exactly what was happening and why her son felt ill. He would need the other man, no matter who he was.

“I doubt he'll want to talk to me. I bit the fucker. But he's a fucking psycho! I mean!” He gestured to the mess of his room. “Who the fuck tries to kill someone then jacks off on their pillow? It was expensive!” His mom tried not to laugh at his rage. Honestly it reminded her of when she first met her husband. Not Colson's father, but the love of her life. She couldn't exactly tell him so though. “I think he poisoned me. I swallowed some of his bitch blood and now I'm sick. I should get fucking tested. I'm gonna die. That crazy bastard killed me.” If he pouted like the boy he never got to be for just a moment that was between him and his mother. He could almost admit to himself he was scared. Almost.

As she left the room to find a set of clean sheets he finally picked his phone up to check the message. “In case of emergency? What the fuck?” He didn't recognize the number but deep down he knew who would be on the other side if he sent a text. He couldn't bring himself to yet. He was too confused.

“Let's just get you resting.” His mom's voice was soothing as she touched the back of her hand to his forehead. Maybe just for the night he could ignore his life and let her take care of him. He'd missed so much of that bonding as a boy and he felt like one now. A lost boy.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

I'm not using Col's actual mom, just wanted to explain that. More of her details will come out as we go. I hope you all liked this chapter. I love getting to see the soft side of such hard boys. Enjoy 🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 8 days

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Die a Little to Survive

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha Dom, omega Kells, serial killer/hitman Dom, mob boss Kells, weapons, blood, desperation, self hatred, sociopath Dom, mentions of past suicidal ideation, (I promise this chapter is hot), stalking if you squint, voyeurism, asthma and inhaler use, scent marking, cum marking (objects), improper use of underwear, possibly dubcon if you really squint but not really, (unknown) mutual masterbation, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, boys being dumb, fingering (as part of masterbation), soap as lube, shocking orgasms 💣 Rating: explicit! (If you can't tell from the warnings)

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dominic didn't make it far before he had to stop and pant. His breathing was labored before he even reached the stairs and as his back hit the nondescript wall he started rooting around in his bag for his inhaler. For an Alpha he'd always been told he was born wrong and he was honestly okay with that. He didn't want to fit in with any of those fucks. The asthma however did not help his job but he rarely had to run. He was better at his work than that. With the medicine on his tongue and his heart racing even faster he let himself pause and reevaluate the hunt. The head of the most influential mob family on the West Coast was a fucking omega. And if Dom didn't know any better he might think he was actually in love.

He couldn't get enough air in his lungs and he couldn't think his blood into the right direction. His veins were pulsing, everything rushing south, and the part of himself he tried the hardest to ignore was absolutely throbbing. What was it about that omega? He was around another constantly but his best friend never made him anything but annoyed or overprotective. Certainly annoyed at that moment considering Tom should have warned him. The tech savvy photographer was his inside man and go-between. Dom didn't know shite about computers or the dark web. He'd started his job as a hobby of sorts but Tom had helped him narrow down the best way to handle his urges and he always checked every fact possible before even mentioning to Dom there was a job. He'd have to have a word with the omega because what happened in that bedroom… it couldn't happen again. No matter what he felt.

“Go the fuck back to sleep you bloody monster. I'm not doing tha’. I'm not.” The Alpha growled at his knot. He wasn't completely opposed to self pleasure or any pleasure really. He believed everyone had a choice about how they had fun but for him sinking a blade into someone deserving was far better than putting his cock in someone. Someone warm… and wet… and- “FUCK!”

Colson didn't know how long he sat on his bed staring at the scarlet letters. It felt like the Alpha had claimed his home. Fucking Yungblud? He couldn't even remember the name the media had given the killer, whatever it was the guy must have hated it because he started signing his work. In blood. Graphically. Who would have been so scared of Kells that they sent that psycho after him? It was honestly a compliment but he couldn't focus on that. Someone knew his secret. Who knew what Dom could do with that one little truth. The life Col had built for himself could be destroyed.

His wrist stung and the scent of Dom was stuck to every inch of his body and his bed. He didn't think he had smelled anything in over a decade- it was overwhelming to say the least. He was half hard and so hot inside his pants he felt sweat on his inner thighs. It was uncomfortable and he felt even worse than he had before the fight. The adrenaline rush wasn't helping any longer and his migraine was pounding behind his eyes. His stomach felt nervous. He didn't get anxious. Ever.

Kells slammed the pillow he'd been accidentally groping down on the bed and pushed himself out of it. First thing first, he needed a shower. He was covered in someone else's and his own blood and he needed to feel clean. He needed to scrub off whatever made that fuck think he was an o- that he was that. He'd basically chemically fixed himself as a teenager. If anything he was a beta but he knew he was stronger than that. He just needed a hot shower and that was that. Col paused near the shower and glanced back. He didn't know if he could call his normal cleaning person or how much extra he'd have to pay them. Was the scent Dom found on the bedding? Maybe he couldn't call anyone. If they found out…

Kells shuddered as he took a breath and the Alpha's scent washed over him again. His stomach flipped and his dick pulsed. “Hell no. Absolutely not. You've got to be fucking kidding me!” He growled low at his own body as his long fingers worked open his pants to slide them off. His boxer briefs went with them, pooling wet and messy at his feet. There was a new scent filling the room as he switched on his shower but he was ignoring it. It was sweet and cloying and did absolutely not exist. It certainly didn't come from him. He abso-fucking-lutely was not wet. He was sweaty, that was all. A good hard scrubbing would make his night better, and maybe an orgasm. But it had nothing to do with the cocksure asshole who'd made a mess of his home and fucking cut him open. No one made The Machine Gun bleed his own blood.

Dom crept through the dark flat as quietly as he could. He was telling himself on a constant loop that he needed to fucking leave but he was sure his dick was a dousing rod and Colson was wet. No wait- bollocks. Water- Colson was water. He was even losing his ability to think of a good pun and he prided himself on his quick wit. As he snuck to the closed bedroom door his pulse quickened, he could scent the omega even stronger than before and could hear the shower running. The Machine Gun was naked very very close to him but he couldn't be one of those Alphas. He'd barely made it through his teens without jumping off a bridge, if he hurt someone in that way he'd be the next Alpha on his hit list.

If his life was a cartoon- and sometimes his mental state thought it was one, but more in the vein of Happy Tree Friends than Bugs Bunny- he would swear there was a visible scent cloud summoning him forward. It felt out of his control that his feet kept moving forward, he swore he could feel the other man's essence wrapping around him and leading him by his knot. Because of how high class the building was of course the door was well maintained and didn't make a peep as he gently pushed it open. Saliva pooled on his tongue as the smell got stronger the more the room was revealed. Nothing had changed in the ten minutes he was gone, the sheets were a crimson mess and his knife was still shining on the bed. He supposed if he got caught he could just say he came back for it. It wasn't like there were social norms between blokes like them. LA’s underworld didn't have etiquette on how to visit new friends, the omega could threaten him but fuck was it worth it. Maybe even enticing.

Dom’s no doubt bright red gaze scanned the room from his barely hidden spot behind the cracked door. When he caught sight of the source of the stronger scent he felt a bead of drool slip down his chin and his knees went weak. He'd heard of the cliche of omegas bringing their mates to their knees but he never believed it until his own hit the floor and his cock jerked so hard he whimpered. He never thought he'd be crawling across the floor of a mark's flat but he couldn't help himself. He felt gutted by the guy and Dom knew a good gutting.

Another noise escaped him, it felt as if he couldn't swallow them fast enough so as he passed the discarded pillow- the one his new friend had used as a projectile, he grabbed for it and held it close. He buried his nose and mouth against the fabric and bit down as the smell of Mr. Gun assaulted him even more. If his hips thrust to find friction against nothing he tried to ignore it. He wasn't that kind of Alpha. Was he?

Colson shook himself. He'd been standing unmoving under the spray of hot water for… he wasn't even sure how long. The pulse of heat hitting his raw feeling skin was like a massage and he'd zoned out harder than he probably should. There had been an intruder not even a half hour before, he damn well knew he shouldn't feel as safe as he did. That psycho had come to kill him no matter how it ended up. He wasn't some kept o- he wouldn't let himself think he was protected. No matter how hot he made the water it felt like the Alpha's scent was getting somehow stronger. It made his dick twitch but it obviously wasn't over Dom. Fuck no.

Dominic froze when he heard the other man moving and he looked to the glass wall of the shower. The layout of the flat was strange to him, the bathroom wall was the shower, but he could imagine how nice it would be to lay back in bed and watch his- a lover bathe. As it was, the steam was thick and he could only make out the tall silhouette of his mark but at least if he couldn't see in the other man probably couldn't see out. He stared a moment, watching Kells pick up a bottle he assumed was soap but he didn't move to wash his whole body. Just one specific area.

“Oh fuck.” They cursed simultaneously but while Colson moaned it aloud Dom only whispered into the downy cloud against his lips as he felt sweat break out over his skin. His slacks were too tight and his chest was seizing, he had to find relief before he collapsed. What was happening to him?

Kells groaned long and low as his soapy wet hand curled around his cock. Normally he liked to play with himself slow and edged but he already felt as if he'd been teased for hours and left desperate. He could feel that spot he ignored so hard clenching between his thighs. If he really paid attention he could feel his pulse there and he knew not everything dripping down his skin was water. “F-fuck.” He almost whined, his free hand reaching for the wall to keep himself stable. He was a trembling mess already and nothing made sense anymore. His hips thrust, his thighs squeezing tight. He'd never even thought to tease himself there but the core he refused to admit existed was aching in a way he didn't understand. He couldn't bring himself to touch though. Absolutely not.

Dom was a near feral mess as he reached for the prize he'd been sneaking towards. The leopard print boxer briefs the omega had been wearing felt soft and silky and wet in his shaking hold. He wasn't a gentle person, honestly it just took one look at any of his kills to know he was a brutal sociopath and loved every moment but he cradled the underwear in his hold like a baby bird that might fly away. He sat back on his heels as his free hand worked to tear open his pants. He couldn't fight it anymore, he was about to explode.

The pillow slid down Dom’s chest as the boxers took its place against his nose and mouth. He might be mid-asthma attack but the scent still slapped him in the face harder than Kells had tried to earlier. He could feel his arm still pumping blood out onto his surroundings but his wound was sealing up fast and that sweet omega taste was a healing drug-like balm. “Bloody ‘ell- mine.” The words were slurred and muffled around the cloth halfway in his mouth and he full body jerked as his cock sprung free from his pants. The need was so overwhelming it knocked him back on his ass, he knew he was too close to the shower wall but he couldn't stop. He was near delirious.

The Alpha's knot was already half popped, his foreskin pulled tight to expose his dripping wet and shiny pink cockhead to the cool air. It was so drenched he honestly thought for a moment he had already shot his load but his balls and desperation promised that wasn't so. “Look wha’ you making me do.” He grumbled softly as he fisted his dick and found a rough fast pace. He knew he shouldn't linger and he wasn't used to his knot. He played with himself a lot since puberty but he didn't think he'd popped like that since he first discovered it existed. That pretty omega was ruining all he prided himself on.

Colson didn't know what noises were escaping him, he could barely pay attention to anything besides the burning desire rushing through him and the ache between his legs. His hand was so tight around his cock he wondered if he'd be bruised later but it wasn't enough. Maybe just… one… finger? His digits trembled as he stopped his self-abuse but as he tentatively explored the crease between his thighs his legs went out from under him. His inked back hit the shower wall as he sat on his ass and spread his legs. He was safe. No one could see him. Just the tip wasn't too much was it?

Dominic fought himself not to look behind him but he swore the glass felt hotter. He'd felt the wall tremble but he didn't know if it was just from his own shudders. If the omega had caught him and was trying to break the glass into his skull it was probably deserved. Even he couldn't excuse what he was doing. He somehow stopped himself from glancing back but only because he was so fucking close. He could barely even breathe or think. Every nerve in his body was narrowed down to his dick. Nothing mattered but the pleasure barreling down on him.

“Oh fuck!” The voice that hit Dom’s ears was somehow both high and gruff. The Machine Gun near screamed and the Alpha knew they were back to back. He didn't know what made the man sound like that but he'd already invaded so much. He wouldn't look. He couldn't. But he couldn't stop his mind from wandering and picturing the omega under him, making those noises for him.

The tip of Colson's finger slipped between his folds and he felt himself wet for the first time in so long. His slick was a sticky mess and his pulse was beating there. His heart was in his throat as he kept on. He barely pressed inside, he couldn't bring himself to, but as he explored his entrance he knew he didn't need much. He pressed deeper until the skin felt different around his touch and his when his fingertip hit his spot he shattered.

Dom choked on spit when he heard his omega break. The sound was too exact, too messy, too beautiful to be anything else. His body locked up, his fist squeezed tight around his knot, and he pushed the pillow hard against his cock. He tried to keep himself muffled but he was pretty sure he screamed. He couldn't tell anymore. He was far too fucking gone. He shook as he rode out his orgasm against the other man's scent, his head going light and dizzy. He'd never cum so hard or so much and a small zing of pleasure danced through his mind that he was marking something of the man's. It was where Colson laid his head at night. He wasn't claiming him, of course not. He wouldn't do something like that.

Kells could barely breathe he was so fucked out, he'd barely even touched himself but there was an explosive mess of… not slick swirling down the drain. There was a small splatter of white on his stomach tats, enough to keep him from flipping shit. He wasn't giving into that side of himself. Ever. Fuck that. All of the sudden he heard something, a broken voiced shout. He shut down everything in his mind but his hearing. It hit him suddenly, the scent of the Alpha was even stronger and his stomach dropped. What the fuck?

Dom scrambled across the floor with his pants around his thighs and cock in hand. He dropped the pillow in his rush to escape but the boxer briefs stayed firmly between his teeth.

Colson left the spray running as he stood on shaking legs and pushed open the shower door so he could peer around it. He heard the door to the stairs slam again and shuffling fast footsteps. Part of him wanted to laugh as he stepped out, dripping water and who knows what all over his floor. His gaze dropped to the pile where he'd left his clothes and he noticed automatically what was missing, but he was overwhelmed by the scent of the Alpha. Near the bedroom door was the pillow he'd thrown at Dom, covered in blood and… “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE! Psycho creepy dickhead!” He thought he heard that maniacal laugh as the bastard escaped his apartment but he still found himself walking across the floor to pick up the cushion. It wasn't like he was going to keep it. Of course not. That's something an omega would do.

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So I got another chapter out! Yay! Hopefully I can keep this up, at least for a little while but again I won't try to keep a schedule or I'll hate myself for missing it. Lol. I hope you all enjoyed this, I'm enjoying figuring out these boys. They're just a bit of a mess but I love that about them. Let me know what you think 💣🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 8 days

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Kill Somebody Like You

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: strap in kids, this is going to end up a wild ride 😉 ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), (not telling who's what yet), serial killer/hitman Dom, mob boss Kells, blood, threats, knives, guns, fighting, inappropriate use of wet towels, sociopath Dom, drug use, cursing (duh), Dom being a little fucking weirdo, Kells ignoring everything, biting, blood tasting, heat blockers, slight control issues, self hatred, puns, boys being dumb, narcissism, inappropriate erections, stalking, talks of killing 💣 rating: lets say mature for now

Ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Name: Colson Baker AKA Machine Gun Kelly AKA The Machine Gun AKA The Gunner

Status: Alpha

Age: 27

Occupation: Boss

Address: penthouse at the Four Seasons

“‘Ow bloody knot’eaded can you get? Fucking Gunner? Alpha? No shite Sherlock. Course. Boss? Wha's tha’ even mean? Basically begging for me.” The man muttered as he stared down at his phone. He read back over the facts one more time before scrolling lower to see the picture of his mark. The blue eyes staring back at him from above dark glasses and through the screen were… shockingly pretty but he didn't worry about simple things like that. An Alpha was an Alpha was an asshole. An asshole who needed to be taken care of. That was his mission and his mission was all that mattered. It's what paid the bills and kept him from going off the deep end.

The message disappeared like it was supposed to. He only needed to study it for a few moments to remember all he needed. Normally he would have already locked his phone and put it away before it vanished but for the first time he couldn't help but linger on the picture. The Machine Gun was pretty for an Alpha. He'd been following him off and on for days so it wasn't the first glimpse he had but still. Those eyes. He was almost sad he'd have to ruin all those pretty tattoos and cover them in red but sad wasn't an emotion he knew. In fact the man in the shadows didn't think he truly knew any emotion, but sad? Definitely not. Especially not for a fucking Alpha.

The night was warm around him as he looked down at the balcony he needed to reach. Getting to the roof had been far easier than what he thought it should have been for a place that catered to such wealthy clientele, but it certainly made his job simpler. Of course the Alpha he was after lived in a penthouse- a mob boss of his designation would swing his knot around like that. Fuck he was tired of the damn cliches. He couldn't help but wish for one mark who was a bit more interesting. Maybe out of the norm, something fun and surprising. He'd still take them out but it might give him some variety. He never thought killing people would get boring but they were all the bloody same.

If not for the itch he so desperately needed scratching and the cash he needed to keep his wards safe he'd probably find a new occupation but the facts were the facts- he was a sociopath with a need for blood and he absolutely despised Alphas.

He didn't jump, not really. He simply stepped off the edge and grinned as the air tickled under his shirt. He was only in the wind a moment before his feet touched the solid ground of the balcony but it was long enough to prepare. To let himself slip deeper into the headspace he only allowed on nights like that. It was a job, but it was a job he desperately needed and he could only unleash himself truly when he had a target. He would sneak inside the flat and there would (hopefully) be a small fight. He wouldn't be leaving until the probably bland decorations were repainted in crimson and one more asshole who thought with his cock was gone from the world. As he started to pick the lock on the sliding glass door he had a small hope that at least this one didn't have the same stupid futuristic chrome tastes as they all did- but he wasn't holding his breath.

Colson sighed as he stepped from the penthouse elevator into his home. The lights were dim and neon but always on and he was fighting a hell of a migraine. He left them low and instead started ridding himself of his weaponry, locking his guns in a safe behind his favorite painting. His neck popped as he stretched it and peeled his holster off, letting the leather hang at his hips. Next to go was his button up shirt which he let hang open. Before anything else he needed a fucking pain killer and possibly a thick joint. Something had been messing up his system for days and no matter what he did his temples throbbed.

Col’s next stop was the medicine cabinet in his master bathroom. The room was large, mostly open to the bedroom, and perfectly cooled to a temperature he was normally comfortable with but something was making him feel warm. His skin felt almost tight and all he wanted was to sleep for a few days. It wasn't like his job allowed a break though.

The two opiates went down easy as he swallowed them dry and tossed his shirt aside but as he closed the mirror in front of him something caught his eye. A shadow.

“Who the fuck are you?” He snapped, all his instincts going on high alert as he turned to scan the darkened room. His vision was sharp but his sense of smell was almost non-existent. It was normally fine not to rely on that, all his other senses were better than most, but not in moments like that. He should have known automatically his home was invaded but he wouldn't act like a pussy about it. The only problem was… he couldn't see anything but the metallic sculptures positioned around his bedroom. “If you know what's good for you you'll fuck off. Do you even know who's home you're in?”

A soft chuckle sounded from somewhere. It was dripping with contempt and a bit wild. It sent a shiver down his spine. “Really? Ya going wiv tha’? ‘Do you know who I am?’ You all jus’ copies of the same arse, yeah?”

Kells furrowed his brows at the voice. Whoever was intruding in his home was… British? He didn't remember making enemies across the pond but he supposed anything could happen. “I promise you kid, I'm not like anything you've seen before. But you're welcome to find out the hard way.” He really just wanted to get it over with, this douche was going to make his night so much longer. With all the messy clean up and disposal he'd never get to bed at a good hour. It was already almost midnight. “Before I have to kill you can I ask who the hell sent you? I need to know who to ship your body to.”

There was that laugh again. “Ain't like tha’. I mean yeah someone ‘ired me but don't worry Alpha- it weren't another boss. You can die knowing you was the biggest bad around-” The voice went quiet before the wet towel he'd left on the floor earlier that day was thrown at Colson's face. He couldn't help the knee jerk reaction to catch it but the moment he did someone was grabbing his wrist hard and throwing him across the room. His Cali King bed broke his fall but it still knocked the wind out of him. Something was throwing him off his game. “Besides me.” The voice laughed maniacally but it was far too close for comfort. “If it ‘elps, me names Dom. But I don't fink it'll make ‘is easier.”

Kells tried to push himself up and reach for a gun he had hidden under his bed at the same moment but something sliced through the top few layers of the skin on his arm and he hissed. It wasn't deep but it stung like a motherfucker. “Not a fair fight asshole.” He cursed, trying to climb over the bed but the stranger- Dom, jumped on his back and rode him flat to the mattress.

Dominic was primed to play with his prey though the famed Machine Gun wasn't as fun so far as he'd hoped. He'd planned to draw out his game but his toy wasn't as badass as he was said to be. They never were. He pressed himself close, his knife in hand and ready to slip like butter through the man's throat but the moment Dom got a whiff of the bastard he froze. Everything froze. What. The. Fuck?

Kells was shocked when the intruder stilled, he could see a glint of light close to his eye and he knew there was a blade near enough to kill him. He knew he could try for his gun or attempt to grab the knife but he couldn't do both. Shit. He turned his head quickly and struck, sinking his fangs into his attacker's wrist but Dom didn't drop his weapon and he didn't react like a normal human would. He barely even moved. Who was this ass?

Normally Dom would see the moment as a comedy of errors. They weren't moving, neither was exactly fighting, and his mark was still biting his wrist like an overeager puppy. It was almost cute honestly but he couldn't seem to make his head work. “You smell like a bloody bakery.” He mumbled, pressing his face against the man's neck. His stomach dropped and his blood rushed harder through his veins.

Kells rolled his eyes as he felt hot breath against his neck but the hairs there stood up straight and prickled. It had to just be the cologne on his skin. No one could tell. No one. He could feel the fucker’s blood sliding down his tongue and he knew he was swallowing too much of it, only a little was actually drooling around his mouth like a bad porn star. He just had to hope his next round of STI testing came back clean. No matter what he couldn't let go. The blade was too close.

Dom almost purred. The scent of the man under him was cloying and heavy on his tongue like a piece of decadent candy but his pulse was racing. He couldn't deny the truth he could smell and he couldn't kill the guy. “Why you listed as an Alpha Mr. Gun?” He growled out, his rage starting to boil at the surface and fight whatever else he was feeling with the scent all over him. The half naked bloke mumbled something, his fangs tearing deeper into his skin but he couldn't make it out. He thought it might have been ‘because I am one' but he could taste the lie. Dom didn't kill omegas. Fuck.

A rough hand tangled in Colson's blonde hair and those strong fingers gripped tight before yanking his head at an unnatural angle. He wouldn't let go but he did look. His attacker seemed young. Soft. Crazy. “Why in fuck would you fake being an Alpha?” The intruder snapped, his eyes shining somewhere between jade and… red?

Colson’s eyes went wide before narrowing. There was something about the guy that screamed he was out of the woods. He knew he wasn't exactly safe but the knife was trembling next to his face and the heart beat under his tongue was hammering fast. He took a chance and let go slowly, surprised when the… Alpha? dropped his bleeding arm. The grip on his hair didn't lessen but still. Progress. He didn't know why he wasn't taking the chance to flip them and give the guy a few new holes but what he wanted most in life at that moment was sleep and there was a small chance they could get out of their mess without actually making one.

“Everyone knows I'm a fucking Alpha.” His tone was flat and almost growling but he didn't move to fight.

Red eyes narrowed to slits. “But you ain't one. You're an omega. I don't kill omegas.” Kells couldn't help but notice the strain in Dom's voice like his whole world view was askew. That could be helpful.

“Look who's talking.” He huffed simply and the grip in his hair tightened. “You're an Alpha about to kill a-” His voice broke off. Even to save his life he couldn't say it. For all anyone knew he was an Alpha. That would never change. Shit- even if the stranger didn't try for him again he couldn't leave him alive. Not with this information. “That's a fuck ton of Alpha aggression for someone who hates them.” He almost teased but Dom seemed lost in thought. Fucking psycho. The guy might actually bleed to death on top of him. But when Colson took a chance and looked down at the stranger’s wrist it was already healing. How the hell?

“Alphas are the bloody worst.” The attacker muttered and his voice was full of emotion Kells didn't understand. Alphas could be shitty for sure but it was far fucking better than being an o-... Whatever he was before he stopped it short with blockers. He couldn't sit there and worry about the self hating dickhead keeping him pinned down, he had to find a way to fight him off and end him for good. He didn't care how Dom knew what he was, no one could know. No one.

The body under Dom shifted, the long limbs going limp for a moment and while other hunters might think their prey was giving up, he wasn't so daft. The blade slipped from his hold as he rushed to move and grab the omega’s wrists but he was too slick with blood. His hand didn't close tight or fast enough and the lithe colorful body fully turned until they were cloth covered cock to cloth covered cock. Awkward. What made it all worse was the blood rushing through Dom started quickly moving south. “Fuck.”

Colson felt messy with blood and annoyed at the asshole above him. He knew he was worthy to kill for fucks sake. He was the boss of a pretty large crime syndicate- his designation didn't make him any less dangerous. Who was this douchebag to say he wasn't a danger?

A pillow slapped Dom hard against the side of his face but he held his ground and position above his prey. But he couldn't be prey. Dom wasn't like those other Alphas, he didn't hurt omegas. Ever. “Stop being a brat! Oi! No bloody pillow fights! Mob boss me arse!”

“Who the fuck even are you?” Kells growled, trying to move out from under his attacker and hit him at the same time. He was sure to anyone else this would look like a skit out of some comedy show but technically he was fighting for his life. Right?

Dom grumbled, the man under him was all long limbs and warm smells and too wriggly to get a good grip. He didn't know whether to tell the truth but he'd already offered his name. Which honestly on principle was strange enough. Why hadn't he given his nom de plume?

Kells scoffed when the Alpha ripped the pillow from his hand and tossed it away before he sat back on his lap and stared down at him. When he realized the fight was mostly over he took a deep breath and was shocked that he could actually scent something. It was barely there but sharp and sensual. It felt almost overwhelming to his senses after going so long without scenting anything. Was that… was that Dom?

When the omega started to calm Dom sighed. He could feel his body reacting to the fight and the man but he was trying to ignore it. He couldn't. He never had. He refused. No matter how perfect the mark smelled and looked and fit under him. “Dude. Are you fucking serious?!” Those blue eyes went sharp with a hint of gold and Dom’s stomach flipped. Now that was a beautiful sight. “You have a hate-on for Alphas but you're getting fucking turned on in the middle of a fight? Get the fuck out!”

If Dom could feel shame he might have in that moment but as it was he couldn't feel much but excitement. His hunt was over, he'd have to decline the job, but he may have found something even better than prey.

Before Colson could take a breath or react in any way the Alpha was leaning down and licking a wet stripe over his cheek. He meant to growl or snap or scoff, he really did, but whatever noise that escaped him certainly wasn't that. Without meaning to, he turned his face as Dom tilted his and their lips met in a harsh kiss. There was a litany of ‘what the fuck’ circling his mind but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Instincts he never had were bubbling up inside him. He should be biting Dom, he should be doing literally anything to fight him off but no. His muscles wanted to relax and he was warm and tingling somewhere he never had before. He knew later he'd feel sick.

Just as quickly as it started it was over and the weight was gone from Colson's body. A gasp left his lips as he blinked fast and searched the darkened room. Dom was standing at the door and watching him as he pushed himself up on trembling elbows. What the hell was happening? “You should stop ‘em bloody pills. You ruining ya’self.” The killer's tone was soft. Almost sweet and Kells wanted to shoot him all over again. Did he mean the pain killers? The heat blockers? It didn't matter. He wasn't listening anyway. “I wanna be able to smell you proper.”

Dominic swatted away the pillow that was thrown at his face. He knew he shouldn't have said anything but it was honest. He lingered at the entrance, watching the omega as Kells watched him and with his blood drenched finger he traced something on the wall just outside the bedroom door where the other couldn't see. The Machine Gun wasn't coming for him but just laying there like an offering. One Dom couldn't take. “I fink I'll keep an eye on you.”

That… sounded like both a threat and a promise to Colson but he didn't say anything back. He couldn't. His heart beat faster at the words and his stomach twisted in knots. He felt hot all over but he swore it was from the fight. Not anything else. Certainly not from the Alpha smirking at him like he knew.

With one last longing glance at the pretty omega on the bed Dom forced himself to step back fast and close the door.

Kells heard the intruder's running footsteps, the little bag strapped to Dom's chest jingling until he reached the stairs but he couldn't move from his spot on the bed. As soon as the door closed he could see what the man had been writing in crimson and for a moment he couldn't breathe or move. There wasn't much but in bright red were two initials. YB. The first Alpha his body ever reacted to- not that he would ever admit it- was Yungblud. A fucking serial killer. One with the highest Alpha kill count America had seen in decades. “Fuck my life.” Kells groaned as he fell back against the bed and covered his face with the closest pillow. That smelled like Dom. “Shit.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤 if anyone else wants tagged let me know.

Who knows if I'll be able to keep up with this but I promise to try. I've been desperately needing to keep my mind busy lately and @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker has been helping so much with keeping me creative and helping me come up with this (and other) ideas. I have a lot of it mapped out and I'm hoping to get more out soon but I won't give a schedule or I'll get overwhelmed. Heh. I really hope you all like it, it's a new idea for me. Let me know what you think 💣🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 8 days

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The petty urge to stop reaching out to people to see if they reach out to me first.

#I’m too old for this shit #Gracie you’re 30 #literally relax

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hollywoodxwhore · 11 days

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I know I’m a fully grown adult and all but sometimes it would be nice for someone other than my husband to ask me how I genuinely am. To ask me if I’m okay or what’s going on in my life and actually listen. I’m exhausted from the emotional labor I’m putting into my relationships and not even getting an attempt in return.

#can’t vent anywhere else #so here you go

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hollywoodxwhore · 4 months

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Making Christmas Gay

🎄 Previous Holidays Here 🎄

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (childhood), Dom being nervous about Holidays, Kells being silly, Christmas puns, arousal, improper enjoyment of a candy cane, a cat trying to attack a Christmas tree, naughty Santa, not much else it's pretty tame actually ❄️ Rating: I suppose mature

Dom woke slowly to the scent of fresh hot tea and… peppermint? He'd stayed up far too late the night before because he'd waited until the last second to wrap his lover's presents. He was always good at procrastination and anxiety when it came to what seemed like big moments. He'd realized how important holidays were to his man when they'd shared their Thanksgiving but Christmas? He truly couldn't have prepared. The house looked as if Jack Skellington exploded and he loved every bit of it. He was just… surprised.

Growing up he'd been forced to act jolly and enjoy the day with his family though they always fought worse around Christmas. When he was young the day had frequently felt black and blue hidden behind red and green lights and ribbons. It was the first time he didn't feel like he had to go home to his family. In fact, it was the first time the punk felt like he actually had a home. He was still adjusting though and he couldn't exactly give away how eager he was, especially not if his boyfriend went as crazy on Christmas as he had on turkey day.

“Ho ho ho. Get up bitch!” That raspy smokey voice danced over the boy's skin as he opened his eyes and grinned at the man kneeling over him. In fact, somehow he had completely missed Colson crawling on top of him and the rapper was straddling his hips and holding a steaming cup too close to Dom’s chest for his comfort. The man had steady enough hands but he didn't feel like risking it. Even so he felt the rest of his body wake up at the sight that greeted him. Kells was clad only in red boxer shorts trimmed with white fur and a Santa hat with a fake white beard.

“Is tha’ why ya bleached ya hair so white?” The Brit teased, pushing himself up on his elbows to get the full effect of the look.

Colson rolled his eyes and shrugged, the kid might be right but he didn't have to admit it. He couldn't agree that he'd bleached his hair all for a bit. He'd never live it down. “Asks the fucking skunk.” He grumbled back as he watched his lover rub his jade eyes and yawn.

“Did you call me a ‘ho’ and a ‘snunk’ in less ‘an five minutes? Trying to insult me enough it feels like ‘ome?” The singer joked a bit darkly but his boyfriend huffed a laugh. They were meant to be, even their trauma responses matched. “If you got a kink you ain't told me about…” Dom trailed off as he took the tea and set it on his bedside table but he did take the offered peppermint stick sitting on the side of the plate to cure any possible morning breath. No offense to the American but he still hadn't mastered tea. He had a feeling his man wasn't planning to allow a bathroom break anytime soon either. “You can jus’ tell me now cause beards ain't really me fing.” He mumbled around the sweet. If he sucked it a little deeper than was strictly necessary to show off, that was his business. “But I get it. Ain't like you can grow one.” He slurred, twirling his tongue around the confection as he watched those Santa shorts tent slowly. It always gave him butterflies knowing how much he turned the man on.

“Asshole. I do nice shit for you and get treated like this? Fuck me then.” The rapper huffed but they both knew they were teasing each other.

“Alright you, I'm sorry. I'll be good. Ain't used to waking up on Christmas ‘appy.” Dom sighed back, biting the tip of the candy before he set the rest back on the plate.

“Same, but don't be a ‘right bitch about it'.” Col’s voice did that awful British impression that Dom knew was supposed to be him but for once he didn't roll his eyes. He would try and be good. Ish.

“Long as you ain't got a ribbon wrapped ‘round ya cock I'm good.”

For just a moment Kells paused above his boyfriend and Dom worried he'd fucked something up but he knew there was no way he'd keep a straight face for that. “Damn. I didn't even think about that. For next year.” The man teased, happily rolling off his lover and bouncing off the bed. He reminded Dom of a golden retriever but he wouldn't say it out loud.

“Wha? No morning kiss or cuddle? Fuck me ‘en.” The punk turned Colson's words around but he found himself excited. Grinning even. He couldn't wait to celebrate and that almost brought on his anxiety all over again until the rapper reached down to slap playfully at his thigh, completely distracting him.

“Nope. You don't deserve any of it. You're taking too long.” Kells growled before wandering off. Dom was sure he had gone downstairs but he almost wanted to linger, just to be a dick. He'd always been rushed at home too but he supposed at least this was out of excitement instead of fear. He just had to remind himself he was allowed to be happy.

Kells paused in the living room, biting his lip and fiddling with the beard on his chin. He was trying desperately to make sure it was a good day for them both but he knew he was being over eager. He knew if he kept them both busy they couldn't stop to think about how rough the day normally was. Thanksgiving had started bumpy for them but they found their way. They could do it again. Damn that kid for making him so gooey. “Whiskey! For fucks sake!” He cursed as he caught the cat trying yet again to go to war with the Christmas tree. He wanted everything perfect.

Dom found his way downstairs after pulling on his pinstripe black boxers. Technically it was Christmas-y, he was sort of like Jack Skellington. He hoped it was an acceptable amount of holiday spirit. What he found in the living room was a sight though, his boyfriend was crouched over a pile of presents trying to catch the cat who was hiding under the tree. He paused next to the couch and tried not to giggle. “Mm, going for tha’ ‘fuck me’ bit of wha’ ya said? Fhought we was opening presents.” He joked, picking up a cat toy and shaking it which of course called Whiskey straight to him. “Least resistance and all tha’. Bribe ‘em. Don't scare ‘em.”

Kells grumbled under his breath as he tried to push himself back up only to fall over sideways but he counted it a win he didn't smash anything.

“Tha's wha’ ya get being a right bitch.” Dom purred, tossing the cat toy to their pet before he moved to pull his gangly lover off the floor.

“I was trying to- fuck. Just- just close your eyes.” The older man commanded as he righted himself. He watched as jade eyes closed but he fully expected the confusion written across Dom’s face. After making sure nothing was broken he took a seat on the dressed up chair next to the tree and grabbed for his phone to turn on the lights and start playing some silly Christmas music. He knew it was over the top but he didn't mind. He found himself enjoying cheesy bullshit with Dom around. “Okay open.”

“I mean probably still yeah but-” Dom’s sexual joke stopped short as he opened his eyes and took in the room. Since he'd been asleep his lover had added more lights to the room and everything was honestly- “Beautiful.” He whispered, smiling wide when his sight landed on his lover who looked quite the naughty Santa waiting for his lap to be filled. When he didn't automatically move the rapper patted his lap and reached for him, pulling the boy into his arms. “You can't ‘andle me on one leg- I'm too fhick!” But Kells didn't care, he pulled him onto one knee and wrapped his arms around Dom's waist.

Blue eyes were a little too earnest as Colson looked at him and asked softly- “What do you want for Christmas?”

And a Christmas miracle happened when Dom let his walls down enough to wrap himself around Col in return and whisper back- “You. Jus’ you. Always.”

Of course Kells had to break the sincerity with a tease. “Fuck. We'll I spent a lot of money I didn't need to then. Guess you don't want-”

“Whatever it is, give it!” The boy joked back, tangling his fingers in the thick fake beard before he tugged it off the man and moved close, kissing him with as much feeling as he could and probably a little too much tongue.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I know it's not the double fic I had hoped I could do and it's probably not even up to my normal standards but I've been incredibly sick and my mom has been worse lately so 😅 I'm sorry. I hope you all still enjoy the late Christmas present. I'll try to do more soon 🎄❄️🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 4 months

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Giving Fanks

Trick Wh(or)e Treat

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Happy Thanksgiving fic- though I feel weird about the holiday in general I still like the idea of being thankful. I'm thankful for all of you and our boys and to show it I wrote a little holiday fic! I hope you like it 🍂

Warnings: cursing, naughty aprons, suggestive cooking, playful insults, nervous boys, mentioned d/s relationship, Dom being a brat, Kells getting overwhelmed, silly fight (but barely), mentioned drug use and drinking, blow jobs, masterbation, teasing, getting caught, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit

Dom was sitting on the counter top in his sort of boyfriend's kitchen while his kind of partner rushed around the room cooking. He was being lazy and he knew it. A bit petulant even perhaps but he couldn't seem to help it. His feet hung off the side, waving back and forth in front of drawers his frequent lover certainly needed, banging softly and causing trouble. He just watched as a pot of potatoes boiled over and Colson cursed, moving to stir them but Dom’s ass was on top of the spoon he needed.

Kells stopped dead in front of his bitchy best friend and glared as he picked up the angry pot, holding it off the stove to stop the bubbles. His somewhat sub was staring back with his big round jade eyes and his full bottom lip pouted out in the brattiest way. “Help or fuck off.” He growled low, tugging at the hoodie strings on the boy’s chest. Of course the punk didn't move though. “What the hell is your problem Dom? You're a better cook than me and we both know it. You know this is stressing me out. What the fuck?” The rapper hadn't thought he was that annoyed. In fact in the last almost month they'd been vaguely together they hadn't fought at all. Whatever tension they'd faced before had mostly disappeared in a haze of great sex and good weed. This was the first time they'd really even done anything since the night Dom showed up in his slutty angel outfit and it was important to the man. He fucking loved his family Thanksgiving.

“Why should I ‘elp? Ain't it kind of a celebration of you separating from me people?” The boy huffed, picking up a pecan and crunching it between his teeth. It of course drew the rapper's eyes but it didn't lessen his frustration.

Col knew he was fucking with him but there was a smidge of truth in his silly words. “Just think of it as early Christmas. Christmas part one? I don't care what you think of it- just help!” He huffed, reaching his free hand under the singer's plump ass to retrieve the spoon. If he happened to get a squeeze or two in first that was his business.

Dom watched as the man who had his heart but didn't seem to know it went back to cooking and part of him did feel badly. He knew Kells was overwhelmed but he couldn't bring himself to help. Not when it meant…

Colson heard his sort of boyfriend sniffle before he hopped off the counter and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Something in the back of his mind and in his heart said he needed to deal with it before it got out of hand. All his boys would be there soon and Dom’s too- though the kid had no idea. He wanted to surprise him for their first holiday together. He didn't want it to be a complete disaster. His blue eyes rolled hard before he turned down the stove to simmer and checked the oven. Everything could wait a few minutes- he just needed long enough to figure out what crawled up his best friend's ass- that was his place damnit.

He found Dom on the couch in the attached living room, even annoyed and upset they couldn't seem to part too far from each other. They hadn't since Halloween and he loved every moment until this one. Shit he was too nervous for all that.

Dom looked up as the other man stomped in and for just a moment he almost laughed at the absurdity of the image in front of him. The bastard had nothing on under his apron besides boxer briefs and the apron itself was incredibly suggestive. A long turkey neck was positioned in the obvious place, the head ending in the center of the chest. It was silly and Dom loved his lover's dumb humor but he couldn't let himself giggle. He was too nervous.

Col took a breath and dropped to his knees in front of the kid. Dom was sitting in that way that told him all he needed to know. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his arm was wrapped around them, his other hand wrapped loose around the beer bottle and his blunt nails were picking at the label. He was being protective of himself and Kells had to be careful. His long fingers gently took the beer bottle from the boy's hold and he took a deep drink before setting it on the coffee table. His next move was a careful but sure one, he pried his best friend's legs apart and fit himself between those plush thighs. Dom huffed but allowed him to and his fingers reached out to trace the funny turkey face. He wouldn't meet the rapper’s gaze and his own was like glass- obviously close to tears.

Strong hands found their way under the kid's oversized hoodie, groping lovingly and a bit claiming over his ass. It helped honestly but he knew the moment all the man's friends arrived the play would end. He would just be Dom again- his English brother. He was surprised how sick the thought made him. “Talk to me babe, can't read your damn mind.” Colson sighed and Dom nibbled his pouty bottom lip. He was glad the other man couldn't see in his mind, it felt like a school girl's notebook scribbled with Col’s name and love hearts and he knew he'd never live that shit down.

“It's nuffin.”

“Bull-fucking-shit. We don't lie, do we? What's wrong?” He tried again, his voice edging into that dark place he used to command the boy in the bedroom. That voice that promised if he tried it again he'd be punished. If Dom wanted to sit without a red welt on his ass at all for the day he'd have to answer. Though if he was feeling bratty…

“‘Ow you gonna explain tha’? You don't dom ya bruvs do ya Kells?” Dom’s voice was soft, he couldn't help it dropping just a little but his emotions still showed through. He was hurt at the thought of being ‘just friends’ again and honestly wondering if Colson had ‘friends with benefits’ besides him.

Col’s brows furrowed, a low sigh escaping him. “I do not dom my friends, no.” He couldn't believe they were having that conversation in the middle of Thanksgiving prep but perhaps he should have already had it. Fuck. “What do you think happens today?” He asked softly, his fingers more petting than grabbing anymore. He wanted to soothe unless he needed to punish and he was starting to see the boy's mood was kind of his fault.

“Ya bruvs come like every year and you ‘ave a big party and I gotta be nuffin to ya all day but me. Dom. Ya ‘lil buddy’.” He'd heard people call him that once or twice and it always irked him. He might be younger than his kind of boyfriend but he wasn't a child by any means. “Ain't little.” He scoffed. He couldn't help it. On the contrary he was bigger than average all over but compared to the rapper almost everyone was tiny. One big hand pushed further under him until Col could slip a palm between his legs from underneath and grope his cock. A squeak of surprise escaped him and he felt his body react but he tried not to show it. Fuck Kells.

“Definitely not little.” The other man purred with a smirk as he watched the punk’s dick fill for him, making a tent of his hoodie as he kept teasing his balls. It wasn't exactly nice of him but it got results and after a moment he slid his hand back until his fingers were just teasing the crease of that perfect ass. Dom was starting to wriggle but he tried to stay bratty. Of course. “Are you just you? Just Dom? Are you just my buddy now?” Maybe it was something he had been wondering too, though he hadn't really let himself worry. They hadn't had the talk. They'd barely stopped fucking long enough to do so. Although he supposed they did talk- they would get drunk or stoned and spend nights talking about everything and nothing in bed until the sun rose. They spilled secrets they didn't tell anyone else and talked about their lives. They did talk- they just hadn't had The Talk. He talked more to Dom than anyone.

A deep breath. A soft whine. Dom’s hips rocked unbidden. He was getting needy and they both knew it. When he took another breath Colson pressed harder between his cheeks until his fingertips teased his hole. How was he supposed to think straight when his sort of boyfriend was torturing him? “I don't want to be.” There, that was the truth. It wasn't much but it was honest and before he could stop himself he felt words falling out of him as if sucked out by those caring blue eyes. “It ain't fairs. I don't want everyone ‘ere and treating me like I ain't more to yas. I want ‘em to know I matter to yas, if I do. I want ‘em to know I'm yours. You mine.” He tried to swallow every word but he couldn't and then it was out in the light between them. His biggest secret. He loved the fucker. He was just glad that hadn't slipped free too.

Colson waited, his gaze heavy on the boy's soft lips. He wanted to make sure that was all because it felt like he was biting something back but when nothing more came he took his own deep breath and almost groaned. Under the scent of cooking food and heavy good pot was Dom’s smell. He couldn't define it but it was always maddening. Especially so close. “So that's it? You don't want to be my friend?” He knew he was being a shit but they'd started as best friends and he couldn't help teasing just a little. He wasn't surprised by the huff or the swat to his shoulder- in fact he loved it. Welcomed it. He was learning his boy’s tells and habits. “What do you wanna be?”

Pillow lips parted and cheeks went pink. A petal pink tongue flicked out to wet those lips before disappearing and Kells fought himself not to lean close and capture it. Not yet. Dom needed to speak first. “Yours.” Simple. Honest. A little sweet but not too.

Colson shrugged. “Then you're mine.”

Jade eyes narrowed. “Yeah but- but you ain't gonna tell anyone.” It was a challenge as much as a statement. The longer Kells looked at him the more he realized he truly believed that. It honestly hurt a little.

“Fuck you, I will if you're ready.”

“If I'm ready? Fuck you! I been ready. I jus’ don't wanna sit around ya colonial party feeling like a weirdo who don't bloody belong!”

Col couldn't help but snort a laugh. Colonial? How British did the boy need to be? “You are going way overboard dude, I like Thanksgiving cause I can get my family together. I'm not celebrating the shit my country did for fucks sake and I'm not having everyone over to ignore your whiny bitch ass. So what? You want to be boyfriends?” Even though the word came out smooth and somehow not clunky at all his tongue felt like it tripped over it and his heart beat a little faster. It did that around Dom a lot though.

“Maybe.” The response was quiet. Scared. Dom didn't want to show his hand but fuck- he wanted that desperately. He had since he showed up in basically nothing on Col’s doorstep calling the man a ghost that was haunting him. He wanted to be completely owned by the rapper. Body and soul. His heart was already his.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

They stared, their faces not too far apart. If they moved a few inches they could kiss. Why weren't they kissing? Why weren't they tearing at each other’s clothes and falling into each other and dirtying the couch? “Maybe?” Colson asked again but it was more a statement. Dom didn't know he'd invited everyone with the purpose of showing all their friends they were an item now. Deal with it or leave. In less than a month Dom had become the most important thing in his life. Damnit- he fucking loved the little asshole.

“I don't wanna be a ghost ‘aunting ya ‘ouse Colson. You told me it's ‘ome now. Yeah?” His voice betrayed his emotions, he sounded almost like a little boy. A little boy who'd never really felt home anywhere before. His fans and his boys were home to a point, they were his family, but what was building between them was different. More. Wasn't it?

“No, you're an angel. You’re too much of a fucking spectacale to be a ghost.” He tried to tease but it wasn't a teasing matter. He just wasn't used to this shit. “This is your home babe, swear. I'm not going to ignore you today. You're mine and you're not going anywhere.” Before he could say the word ‘boyfriends’ his throat closed up just a little and he had to swallow hard. Feelings were not his strong suit. Relationships terrified him. “Now, will you come help me cook?” He tried to just end the moment but his brat wasn't completely soothed. “Do you want a god damned ring or something? What the fuck is going to fix this?” His voice had dropped and the rasp of it slipped down Dom’s skin and felt like a caress.

“Well if you offering.” Dom joked into the wide expanse of scared silence that followed. Colson obviously hadn't really meant that. Not after a month. Probably not ever. He knew his man was frightened by too much commitment so he tried to ease it with humor and his touch. He reached for bleach blonde hair and ran his fingers through it, hoping it showed they were okay. Kells didn't have to run.

“Bitch.” Col laughed nervously and pulled his hands back. He could feel the punk stiffen as if scared he was leaving but he just reached for the back of his double X necklace and unlatched it, placing it next around Dom’s neck to settle with his padlock. “There. Do you feel like mine now?” He grumbled, feeling a bit naked. Well- more so then he actually was and he really needed to dress before their guests arrived.

“I feel a bit gaudy actually- no! I'm fucking wiv you Cols. Fank you. I love it.” Dom had tried to lighten the mood but he fixed it quickly and touched the diamonds softly. He was certainly claimed now. Part of his lover's gang. “So, we boyfriends?” He asked softly and wasn't shocked when Col rolled his eyes again and pushed up off his knees. He loomed for a moment and Dom was struck again by how much space the man took up. It wasn't just his size of course but it felt like he took up the boy's whole heart.

Something was happening behind those jade eyes, something soft and too saccharine to be spoken aloud yet but Col caught it. He didn't think he was ready for it so instead of asking he reached for the kid's arm and yanked him up as he bent over until there was a wiggling excited punk on his shoulder. Dom’s cock pressed against his inked chest but for the moment he ignored it, even when the fucker pressed harder against him as if he would hump him. “Whore.” He huffed, spanking the boy's plump ass before he carried him into the kitchen and dropped him onto the island counter. “Help me cook. If you're good we can have a quickie before they get here. Cool?” He offered. It wasn't just for Dom of course, he could feel his apron tented as well. The boy's arousal always called to his own.

“Long as you can ‘andle watching me. I know you got a wifey kink. Freak.” The punk teased, picking up a spatula and playing with the handle as suggestively as possible.

Kells would deny it but it was true, at least with his lover. He was pretty sure he just had a Dom kink honestly. He could handle his need though, even if the kid got naughty with it. As long as the fucking food was done on time.

Of course that's what he told himself until it got to be too much and they ended up announcing their relationship by getting caught- Dom on his knees with his hoodie unzipped and his dick in his hands as he sucked his boyfriend off under that silly turkey apron. A small crowd of their friends wandered in at the same time, supposedly having rang the doorbell to no avail. Oops. They ran off giggling to the bedroom to finally get dressed but of course they finished each other off first.

With a warm feeling in his belly and cum fresh on his tongue Dom smiled up at his lover. “I guess ‘ey know, ‘uh?” His voice was pure post sex joy though they'd only finished how they started. Everything between them felt like full force fucking or making love.

Kells snorted a laugh and kisses his sweaty pink forehead, nosing his wild hair to the side. “Yeah, I think they might have figured it out. Fuuuuck- this’ll be an interesting day.” He chuckled but he was surprised how happy he was. Thanksgiving. Fuck the holiday but he was truly thankful. He had Dom after all, a great family, and a meal that hopefully everyone would eat even though they'd seen how it was cooked. “Thank you.” He sighed, pulling the boy closer.

“For wha’?” Dom asked, a bit surprised. He was the one that was thankful he thought.

“For you.”

Normally Dom would call him cheesy, proper mozzarella even, but for once he just smiled and kissed Colson’s flavor into his mouth. “Fank you.” He said back when they parted but it sounded almost like something else. Almost like ‘I love you’.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @triplexdoublex @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope you all enjoyed the fic, I didn't think this would be a series but it's something simple to add standalones to when I have a little while free. I'm sorry I don't write much anymore but I don't have a lot of time for anything besides taking care of mom. I just wanted to say thanks to all of you 🧡 I love you so much! 🖤🍂

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hollywoodxwhore · 4 months

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Trick Wh(or)e Treat

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: none really, just a cute Halloween one shot! A little treat for you all since it's been a while 🎃 swearing, name calling, mentions of hauntings, Halloween puns, nervous boys, drinking, teasing 🖤 rating: mature I suppose

"Boo!" Dominic shook harder at the silly word. He'd had an impossibly hard night even though Halloween was always his favorite. The world was a freak show on October thirty first, not just him. Not just his mind. "Shit, I didn't mean to actually scare you. You good?" He didn't know how to answer the calming voice, he just shook his head no and hoped his trembling was enough of an answer. His best friend sighed and pulled him inside his home, taking off the demon mask he was wearing to reveal a heavily made up face. Seemed he had multiple costumes in one. Or maybe the mask was just to be silly. "Fuck happened?" The rapper asked, pulling the boy into his arms but Dom didn't know how to speak. He was starting to think he should just go home.

"Close the door." He whispered instead and Colson poked his head out, looking around to make sure everything was safe before he shut and locked it.

"Should I get a gun?" The taller man half joked but when his friend just shrugged he felt himself go more on alert. If someone was after the punk they'd have to go through him. "Dude- talk to me." He growled as Dom pulled away and stumbled over to his bar, pulling out a bottle of tequila and downing enough to start a fire in his belly. Shiiiit, Kells knew something was seriously wrong if Dom was drinking that.

"Fink I've got a ghost." He panted, his black lipstick smeared. Finally Colson was able to take in his appearance a little more. Honestly the kid looked like he belonged in West Hollywood, he was barely wearing more than a Victoria Secret Angel but the man wouldn't complain. He might stare and grumble internally but he wouldn't complain.

"Slutty much?" Okay maybe he would complain a little, but only because every time he saw Dom so underdressed it gave him a funny feeling in his stomach. Or lower. Definitely lower.

"It was for a party. Fuck off. It ain't me main costume." He snarked back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sparkly black smeared across his cheek and he looked as if he'd been rode hard and put away wet- in the best way. The singer looked down at himself, his fishnet top and barely there black bottoms, his torn hose and scuffed knee high boots. Even his wings looked bent and ruffled. "Fuck. Did you 'ear me?"

Kells nodded, joining the boy at the bar to get his own drink, though he kept it calmer with a whiskey. "And I'm supposed to believe in ghosts?" He asked, his voice already a drawl as if he'd been pregaming before whatever party he was headed to.

"You don't?"

"You do?"

"It don't matter! I'm being 'aunted!"

Kells took a deep breath and a deeper drink, his blue eyes covered by red contacts were locked on the kid and taking in his stressed look. Even so upset and halfway to drunk he was adorable. Shit. The glass hit the bar top a little too sharply and he rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, why do you think you're haunted?"

Dominic smirked, the corner of his lips curling up as he all but vibrated where he stood. In the boots he was almost six foot but still shorter than Kells so he was able to look up at him from under thick eyelashes with his big jade eyes lined in coal. "Cause I can't get ya out me 'ead." The punk whimpered softly and for just a moment they both stopped breathing. He didn't know what had pushed him to finally say something but he'd woken up that day and knew he had to. It had terrified him all bloody day.

One of Col's brows went up and his lips started to twitch as if to smile or laugh. For just a moment he was sure the kid was pranking him but he'd never seen Dom look so vulnerable. Open. Scared. He took a breath as his heart jump started itself and took a step closer. "Why'd you shrug about me getting a gun then?"

That heavy gaze dropped to the rapper's too tight pants and it felt to Kells as if he'd been touched. He couldn't help but shudder. "I never said which gun."

Colson snorted, shaking his head at his best friend's absurdity. He wasn't upset and he somehow wasn't as scared as he thought he'd be. This always seemed inevitable. "You think you can show up looking like a whore fallen angel and get in my pants with a bit like that?"

"I fink I could show up in any'fin wiv no bit and get in ya pants Kells. But look-" He hummed, reaching behind himself to fiddle with something in the wings. After a moment they lit up with tiny sparkling lights and fluttered a few times. The man couldn't help but grin and move closer.

"You don't have a halo." He teased, staring at the mess of wild hair. He wasn't sure why he kept picking on the boy but he couldn't help it. A lot would change the moment he agreed or disagreed.

"Yeah I do but you supposed to wear it." The boy purred so smoothly that it took the rapper a moment to figure it out but when he did his dick jerked and he groaned deep. He felt himself drawn even closer, their bodies like magnets.

"You think your ass is heaven?"

"You fink it's not? Only one way to find out. So, you gonna stop 'aunting me Cols?" Dom whispered, tangling his fingers in the taller man's shirt to pull him down. Down. Their lips were only an inch apart but it still felt too far.

Colson licked his lips, his hands itching to see what the kid's skin felt like under his palms. What he tasted like. How tight his halo was and if it would fit on his… head. "Trick or treat?"

"Treat please?" The punk asked softly, his hot breath ghosting Col's mouth. They both smiled as their lips met and hands started to wander. As things turned just a little sloppy he couldn't help thinking it was definitely that, a special treat just for him. He just hoped he wouldn't wake up tomorrow to find it was all a trick but he trusted Dom better than that. He was the devil and the boy in his arms was definitely an angel. His angel. It might just turn out to be his happiest Halloween yet.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker (thank you for the title idea 👻) @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @triplexdoublex @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Sorry I haven't written in a while but my whole day is devoted to taking care of my mother. I put this together as a treat while she was napping. I hope you're all having a wonderful Halloween! 🎃 Love you so much! Hopefully I can write more of my regular stuff soon 🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 4 months

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Something Unholy

😈 Previous Parts 😈

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: priest Kells, ??? Dom, religious kink, priest kink, self hatred, self homophobia, spooky season gift fic so SPOOKY, improper use of rosary beads implied, fear, panic, Kells thinking he's going crazy, needy boys, being given vodka when sober, come ons, feeling sick, choking, Dom being playful af 😈 rating: mature

Colson was finally starting to feel a little better after his nearly midnight confessional. It had been a few days and he was genuinely questioning if he'd even actually met the stranger or if it was a stress dream. He'd finally started getting control of himself and had even found a hint of charm for his sermon that morning, so there was a bounce in his step as he said goodbye to the last of his congregation and disappeared to the rectory to remove his robes. Of course that jade gaze was trapped in his mind's eye but he could almost etch-a-sketch it out when it popped up. He set aside his Bible and twined his rosary around his belt loop before heading back to clean up.

"Hi Father!" A perky voice sounded from somewhere near the pulpit and he couldn't stop himself from being startled. Even though he was feeling more himself he was still on edge.

"Oh- um, hey Jess." He stuttered back when the girl finally stepped out from her accidental hiding place. Though he was wondering if she hadn't meant to stay out of sight. He always made sure everyone was gone before he cleaned up, he liked his quiet reflection time after mass. He honestly just liked being alone to be honest. He was the most introverted priest most people had ever met but he didn't care. He could take care of his flock and still hate having them around. "Shouldn't you catch up with your parents?"

Jessica was a beautiful girl, soft in all the right places he supposed but he didn't notice that as much as she wanted him to. She had a sharp wit she tried to hide behind demure innocence but he knew she was smarter than her family wanted anyone to know. She wasn't even twenty yet but her clueless parents had been trying to push her to him for the last few months, mistaking his air of progressiveness to mean he wasn't celibate and never planning to get married he guessed. He didn't intend to though and even if he did he wouldn't go for someone so young. Every time they were alone he got the ick.

"They wanted me to help you. Mom suggested I stay and cook you lunch. Unless you'd like to join us all?" She smiled and flipped her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. He tried not to visibly shudder at her offer. All the ladies in his church thought he needed fed, they could never realize he did eat, he just didn't gain weight very well.

He tried to grit his teeth and play nice, moving past her to start his ritual. Fix the Bibles, straighten the pews, and pick up anything left on the floor. It helped because he had to pace the large room and normally he was able to zone out in the process. He didn't know how to tell her to leave without being rude but he needed space. "I'm alright but thank you. I have lunch ready in my kitchen. You can tell your mom I'm good." He soothed but of course it didn't work.

"You know how she is. I'll just help you in here and then we can whip something up." She smiled what he was sure was a beautiful smile. He just didn't think of her like that. He'd been trying to help her out of the obviously sexist home she'd grown up in, he knew she could be great in college, but for some reason she'd taken her parents idea and run with it no matter what he said.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, he always kept it close just in case. Their town was small and had plenty of older people, he liked to be available for counseling and last rites whenever he could. He ignored it for the moment, hoping to get rid of the girl first. "Thanks, seriously Jess but I need to study."

"That's okay, I can be quiet." She hummed, she wasn't even helping, she was following him as he walked through the pews. If anything she was making a bigger mess by fiddling with shit he'd already straightened. He could feel himself shaking, not many people made him so nervous as the pretty girls the congregation pushed at him.

He felt another buzz as he turned to face her. "Jess, why don't you call Benji and see if he wants to go to lunch? I'm sorry but I'm really busy. If you need guidance, okay, but I'm never really off the clock." He tried to be a little more blunt but her blue eyes just stared at him like he wasn't making sense.

"Benji is a boy, I don't like spending time with him like that." She huffed, genuinely trying to pout at him like that would get her way.

"Benji is your age." He tried to explain but he knew it wouldn't work. Even if he wasn't celibate and liked women like her he wouldn't date someone so young.

"Just let me give you something to eat." Before he could even reply his cell buzzed again.

He finally pulled it free of his pocket to check, he didn't think they had anyone sick at the moment but he didn't want to miss any emergencies while trying to be polite to her. He didn't recognize the number but he had a few texts that almost made him blush.

Unknown: She's pretty yeah? Innocent. Bet she tastes like strawberries and cream 😋

She can be quiet? I bet you could make her scream.

She wants to give you summat to eat??? Forgive me father…

He blinked down at his phone a few too many times. He felt frozen in place but it… it couldn't be. His fingers shook as he texted back. He hoped perhaps it was someone- anyone else. He couldn't help feeling like there were eyes on him so his gaze flicked around the room.

Colson: Who are you? How do you have this number?

"Father, are you okay? You look white as a sheet." Jessica asked but he just pocketed his phone and tried to lead her to the door without touching her.

"I'm not feeling well, I think I need a nap before lunch. I'm sorry Jess but I need to ask you to go." He tried to stay polite but she looked determined not to listen. As he led her down the hall to their entryway he kept thinking he saw shadows in the shape of a person but when he tried to look directly at one it disappeared. His pace quickened and she almost tripped so he tried to slow his steps and act like a normal person but it was a stretch on his best days.

"Did I say something to offend you?" She asked as they reached the door but he thought he heard footsteps behind them and it was hard to focus.

"Yes- no! Sh- um no. Jess. I'm sorry. I think I'm going to be sick and you shouldn't have to see that. That's all." He soothed, swallowing hard. He could feel sweat breaking out on his skin, he felt sticky and lightheaded but when he opened the door to let her leave the wind felt hotter than it should.

"That's alright! I don't mind taking care of you. You know I help my parents with my little siblings." She tried to stay yet again but something felt like ice down his spine and his stomach ached with nerves.

"I'll call you if I need something, how about that? You know how men can be when they're sick." He attempted a different tactic, he knew how staunchly male her father was. He was exactly the kind of man to hide in his cave when sick and deal with it on his own. That almost seemed to make her giggle but even then with her soft wind chime sound, all he could hear was the darker laugh. That sensual chuckle. What the hell was going on?

"Aw fuck. Did I miss mass?" A new voice made the Father jump but this time Jessica reacted too. He didn't want to look but he turned his head comically slow. He already knew what he'd find, he recognized the accent. He could feel it down to his bones.

The stranger was standing at the base of the church steps, sunglasses over his jade eyes. He was a sight in a white button up shirt with the word 'cunt' embroidered over the pocket- barely buttoned, fishnet sleeves under it, a plaid mini skirt, and thigh high pink socks. His red hair was wild and his lips as thick as Col remembered. He was ashamed that his nerves felt more like butterflies but he tried to swallow it down. He'd been trying to show Jess out but now he almost wanted to keep her as a shield between them but that wasn't right. Shit.

"You did. I was just trying to have lunch with the Father but he's not feeling well." The girl explained for him since he couldn't seem to make his vocal cords or mouth work and he watched as the boy texted something before his own phone buzzed. He was too scared to look at it yet.

"Aye, ya look sick Favher. Poor fing ya look like you seen a ghost or summat." The stranger purred and even with the sunglasses he could feel him wink. He could feel his gaze like a weight on his skin and it made him ache in a way he couldn't explain. He felt stripped bare.

He cleared his throat and wondered why his collar felt so tight. "Or something. She's right. Unless you need something I really should rest. You can join us later for mass. Jessica, thank you for understanding." She hadn't at all but he hoped it would help her take the hint and even though she pouted she started walking down the steps.

"See you later Father. I hope you feel better." She said with a smile but she kept looking back at the other man. He understood, it was hard to look away and he didn't know if it was because of the show he was all on his own or the beauty. "Nice to meet you-" Her polite upbringing had her pausing to be nice and the man pulled his glasses off. He tucked them into his pocket and offered her a grin that felt filthy on principle.

"Dom." Really? Of course it was.

"Dom. I hope you like our church." She nodded, giving him one more once over before wandering off to her car. Colson watched her until she drove away, something inside him didn't want to leave them alone until he knew she was safe but the moment she was out of sight he looked back to Dom.

"Ain't she a sweet fing? Ya don't even notice do ya? No. Your eyes are all for someone else." Colson didn't know what it was about the boy. Something dark seemed to follow him, something just felt off. Other.

"Yes, God." He tried to stop whatever the kid was working up to tease him about. He still couldn't believe he was back. He'd honestly started thinking he dreamed him up.

"Proper cheesy innit? I didn't fink you was allowed to lie." His voice dripped with something like sensuality as he took a step closer. Another. He was going to close the gap before Colson could make his feet work. He needed to move. He had to.

"I'm not lying. I don't- I'm not- Was there something you needed Dom? As she said, I'm not feeling my best." He stumbled back when there were only two stairs between them and the stranger gave him a Cheshire grin. For just a moment it looked like a Glasgow smile but when he blinked it disappeared. Fuck, maybe he was going insane.

"I can tell you missed me. Sick man. You been dreaming bout me." Colson couldn't shake his head faster but that one was a lie. He couldn't stop thinking about him. Why was he so scared?

"I- I have to- come back later please?" The last word was almost a whimper and he had to rush inside and close the heavy door between them. Finally he could take a deep breath. Finally he could ground himself. There was that laugh again, it felt like it was inside his skull and under his skin. His phone buzzed again and he full body jerked. It was too close to his cock and he was already hard. Just having the man so close had been too much, his body reacted no matter how his soul felt.

He gave himself a moment to calm down before he pulled the phone free. He knew what and who it was but he couldn't help wondering. Somehow even though he was desperate to get away, he craved the kid like a drug. He hadn't allowed himself an addiction in so long. It was terrifying how easily he was slipping back into it like an old favorite t shirt.

Unknown: I could make your mouth work. You want us alone? You jus had to ask.

Ooooh, hide and seek?

My favorite.

While he was holding the cell it buzzed again and a new message appeared.

Unknown: peek-a-boo!

See

You

Col swore he felt a breath on his cheek and a gentle touch over his cock. A soft noise escaped his lips but he tried to shake it off. His legs shook like a baby foal as he stumbled down the hall and towards the rectory. He needed a drink- of water of course. He needed to sit and breathe. Clear his mind. Buzz- his phone went off and he ignored it, keeping it down in his shaking hand. He pressed the volume down button hoping to silence it. Something he never did. By the time he got another door between him and the stranger he almost felt better. He just needed to relax, he was giving too much credit to someone who was probably just a boy with a priest kink.

He grabbed a bottle of cold water from his fridge before making his way to his study door and closed that behind him too. He still felt butterflies and nausea and was still so sweaty his shirt was going cold but still, he was feeling a little better. The first sip cooled his raw throat and wet his dry lips. As he took a seat he downed a little too much of the bottle but every drink felt amazing. When half of it was gone he set it down and looked at his phone again. He couldn't keep it on silent, he worried too much for his people.

Unknown: You look so nervous. I'm flattered 😉

Mmm, parched? I know wha'll hit the spot

You can run… Well you know

Another message appeared as he was reading and he felt a shock go down his spine.

Unknown: Boo 👻

His peripheral vision came back into focus and he realized he wasn't alone. Perched on the corner of his desk was the boy with his legs spread a little too wide. Colson refused to look. "H-how did you get in here?" He asked, his hand moving to set the phone down and drop to curl around his rosary. He didn't know what good it would do him but it certainly normally grounded him. His gaze flicked behind the boy to see the door open but he never heard it and that thing normally creaked.

Dom just smiled and tapped his foot against Col's knee as he swung his legs. He had to force himself not to realize how scandalous the kid was posed, he was leaning back on his elbows and spread out on the desk like he was waiting to get- fuck. He had to stop this. "I fhought you needed 'elp. Didn't want to leave you alone. 'Ere." He hummed, leaning closer to swipe his thumb across the Father's lips. It came away pink, as if he'd bled at some point. He knew he'd been chewing his lip but he didn't know he'd bit it so hard.

He watched rapt as Dom licked his finger clean and yet again he had to blink away the sight of black eyes. Maybe he was schizophrenic. Maybe he needed a doctor because it felt like God wasn't helping him at the moment. He cleared his throat and took another drink of his water but he choked on a mouthful, gagging when instead he tasted vodka. It spilled down his shirt and onto his lap and his hand shook as he tried to set it down. What was happening? He hadn't had a drink in years. He refused.

Dom giggled, reaching to help him out of his shirt but he stood too fast and knocked his chair back. Every time they touched he felt a jolt of electricity between them. "Someone's jumpy. You alright luv? Tha' collar looks a bit tight." The moment he said it the collar was choking him and he fell back against a bookshelf as Dom hopped off the desk and stalked closer. "But maybe you like tha'. Dirty Daddy."

Colson gasped for air, ripping his collar free as his dick throbbed in his suddenly too tight pants. He threw it away to fall discarded on the floor and didn't that feel like a bad analogy? Was his faith so easily shaken by a pretty boy? Was he demonizing someone just because he felt attraction? Once Dom was far too close he grinned and reached for the beads at Col's hip, teasing his fingers around them. "You ever wrap 'em around ya cock? Shove 'em up your ass and pull 'em out slow?" His voice dripped sin and made the priest tremble. Maybe he wasn't doing anything against the kid, maybe Dom truly was a test for him. Or maybe no one cared enough to try.

"Of course not. What do you want from me?" He asked, feeling defeated. Every breath was hot with alcohol and every pump of his heart filled his dick harder.

Dom dropped the rosary and let the Father breathe. He stepped back and halfway turned, making his way to the door, his hips swaying with every step. "Jus' you Colson. Jus' you. You'll see." He shrugged but before he could make it to the door he gave him one last smirk.

Something struck the priest, an old idea he'd heard in school. All the men had teased each other with it, calling each other out as demons. It had been a childish game but now he wondered how true it was… "Christo." He whispered, his throat still tight. He watched as the boy's eyes switched again, a blackness filling them before they faded back to jade. His mind quickly told him he hadn't seen anything though, he couldn't believe monsters truly existed. He was one of those priests that believed demons were simply vises- drugs, sex, alcohol, things like that. Inner battles. His mind swore that was why he was so scared of the boy, he was a mirror for his own inner demons but his hind brain had other ideas.

"See you later Favher." He purred before disappearing, taking the heat and the butterflies with him. Colson was left with a mess in the room, his nerves shot, and his cock so hard he was shaking. He looked at his rosary and thought to pray, but all he could picture was how nice it would feel wrapped around his shaft. Fuck- he had to get control of himself, put back on his collar, and find his calm. He had to stop being silly.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I hope you're enjoying the Spooky Season gift! I've never really written horror but I'm having fun finding the sexy/scary line. Dom is a menace and I love it, I hope you do too! 👻🖤

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hollywoodxwhore · 4 months

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Take Me to Church

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: new fic alert! Halloween gift for my Com loving followers 👻 priest Kells, ??? Dom (you already know but play along?), religious/priest kink, prayer, confession, extreme misuse of confession, Catholic... things? (I'm not sure how to warn for that), fear, arousal, ignoring erections, slight joke about pedophilia in the church, brief explanation of lustful thoughts and murder, spooky fic 😈 rating: mature

The rosary beads felt soothing as they slipped through Father Colson's fingers. They were warming with each bead passed and his mind was grounding. He didn't normally let the confessions of his parish bother him but certain situations of sin struck him differently. He couldn't get the boy out of his mind, something felt… off the entire time he was listening to him. At least his prayer normally helped clear his mind in a meditative way. He needed to sleep before mass in the morning. His knees ached from the wood under him but the pain brought him solace. He believed in trying to help everyone but he hoped for the first time he could remember that the child never came back. He didn't think anyone had ever made 'Father' sound so much like 'Daddy'. Fuck.

"Forgive me Favher for I 'ave sssinned." A new voice whined through the partition. For just a moment he was happy because the man sounded younger than most of his congregation and it always felt good to bring a younger soul to God.

He wasn't as hopeful as he'd once been and he'd found himself turning more and more jaded as the years passed. He'd thought finding God and serving him would clean him up and make him happy but all he felt was stress to save, save, save! He glanced through the mesh window because the voice felt… different and the other man was staring right back. Plush lips curled in a wicked grin and he swore the jade gaze watching him had not been green a moment before. "H-how long has it been since your last confession?" He stuttered after clearing his throat and looking away. He had a script for a reason. He could focus. He just hadn't been sleeping well.

The sinner laughed, almost snorting in his derision. "Sorry Favher. I… Let's jus' say it's been a while. You? You come 'ere often?"

Colson's brows furrowed and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently at a spot he always nibbled on. He rarely felt nervous or out of sorts but there was something about this kid. "Daily." He tried to sidestep whatever humor the boy was offering. He could be funny, in fact he was known for his humorous sermons by his followers but it was late and he didn't feel like joking. He couldn't even remember seeing the kid come in. He just remembered thinking confession was over after old Mr. Sharpe left but when he tried to step free of the booth a soft voice called him back. "What's bothering you my child?" He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had a headache but that he was used to.

"Dark fhoughts."

The accent was thick enough it felt sticky, like something that might never let go of him, sugary sweet enough to make him anxious. "Just thoughts my son?"

"Ain't nice to assume in 'is day and age, Favher." The kid huffed, pressing his fingers to the mesh between them.

"I apologize my child, are some of those thoughts… about your gender? I'm more accepting than most churches so please, feel safe with me." He tried to soothe.

"No, I like me gender jus' fine and when I don't I mess around a bit. Ain't 'ere for tha'. But you should see me in a school girl skirt." His voice went low and the priest shivered as if it had touched him. "I needed to talk because… because I fink of fucking-" He paused and giggled when Col cleared his throat and the sound of his robes shifting with his nervous movements were almost louder than their voices. "Sorry- I fink of… sleeping wiv boys as much as girls. If not more." He sighed, tracing patterns on the window between them with his nails. Colson couldn't help but watch and follow and he flushed hot under his collar when he thought the kid drew a cock. "Ain't tha' wrong?"

Colson swallowed a noise he couldn't explain and shifted in his seat. He always had trouble with these, it brought back too many old fears for him. He'd grown up with abusive and religious parents, thoughts about sexuality were the last thing he was allowed. "We are all sinners my child." He rasped, and the small space went quiet but felt far too small and hot. He couldn't even hear the kid breathing. "My child?" He asked after at least thirty seconds of silence and he finally let himself look through the partition again. The small space looked almost dark and he moved his face closer. His heart skipped a beat, he didn't know why he was so apprehensive but when he drew near the man's hand touched the mesh again and he jumped back. His heart raced and he took a deep breath, trying to right himself. His collar felt tighter than normal and he longed to finish up and get comfortable.

"Do you sin Favher? Wha' are your sins?"

Colson shuddered when the sound of nails on wood felt more like a chalkboard. Shit, who was this guy? Where had he come from? They were in a pretty small town where he thought he knew everyone, how did the kid end up there? "Of course, I'm only- only human. I s-sin." He was still almost panting trying to settle himself but something had him worked up.

That giggle sounded again and the man moved closer as if he was trying to see through the grate. "Are we? Do you fink of taking pretty young boys to bed Favher? Are you one of 'em priests? No. You don't like little one's do yas? You like 'em biiiig. You love being on your knees in service already don't you?"

Col was wasn't sure how he'd so quickly lost control of the situation but he was shaken to his core. He was shivering. Something felt wrong and it got even worse when his dick reacted to the tease. Whether it was just the thought or the slight degradation he was receiving he wasn't sure, but he needed to get away. "Anything else, my child?"

The boy moved back and the silence took over again for a moment. The quiet wasn't as comforting as it normally was for the priest, it felt electric. "I fink about taking a man to bed. I fink about stripping 'im bare and riding 'im till we screaming for each over. I fink about watching pleasure cross 'is face and I- I fink about watching every'fin turn red."

"Red?"

Silence.

"My child?"

"I like you calling me yours. I bet you'd look pretty on ya knees for me. I bet you'd be gorgeous covered in red. Ya insides-"

"M-my child, this isn't- you can't- Three hail Mary's and an hour for inner contemplation. I believe being quiet would do you some good." He didn't normally let himself get snarky with his congregation but this one had shaken him. When the boy laughed he felt it everywhere- a beautiful happy sound until suddenly it wasn't… suddenly something changed like he flipped a switch and it felt dark and heavy. Colson felt almost crushed under the weight as it got louder. It felt like it was inside his skull and touching his skin all over.

The priest realized he finished the rosary prayer twice and the beads felt almost too heated by his hand. He felt slammed back into his own mind though he wasn't trying to disappear into the memory. He was genuinely trying to think of anything else. He'd stumbled out of the box, almost screaming in pain but when he opened the other door the laughter had stopped and the room was empty. He had been alone and there was nothing left to prove the man had even been there besides an intoxicating scent. The room had felt cavernous and too dark and cold so he'd rushed to lock up and search every room before stumbling to the rectory.

It seemed praying away the feelings the other had given him weren't going to work quite yet. He just prayed sleeping would. When he finally stood to undress he felt goosebumps over his skin, he knew no one was watching but it certainly felt like there was. He set his beads and collar on his bedside table before stripping off his long sleeve black button up shirt and matching pants. He normally tried to wear sleeves to cover his old ink- some parishioners didn't like it even though he was always open about his troubled past. Once mostly bare he couldn't deny the pleasure his body had felt from what the kid had said, his cock was hard and straining behind his boxer briefs but he tried to ignore it. His earthly body wasn't what was important. He would not be so easily swayed.

Bed called to him almost as strongly as his dick was trying to and he groaned as he crawled in under his blankets. Normally he tried to read over his morning sermon before he slept but tiredness was pulling him in as his adrenaline crashed. He could wake up early enough to study. He was sure about that. As much as he was struck by his experience he was almost too exhausted to care and sleep dragged him down fast, his dreams sprinkled with jade eyes that turned black and pale hard bodies painted in red.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

So I meant for it to be a small one-shot but oops! Looks like there might be more if you want it? I think this one may be a bit dark for spooky season. What do you think? 😈🖤

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