#abo rut

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my alpha | sam winchester

title: my alpha

characters: alpha sam winchester x omega reader

summary: you're destined to be mated with your own teacher and both of you made a beautiful family together.

masterlists | sam winchester one-shots

for one year you're studying at the community college, attend his classes, speak to dr. winchester countless of times, not once your body (or his) reacting towards each other. well, except for today.

dr. sam winchester is a lawyer, but he spends his spare time teaching at the community college you're in. law is his major, unlike you. you're a writing student, but taking a law class is a compulsory elective. not taking law class or fail law class, you're unable to graduate.

there was not an issue with meeting dr. winchester in class for the past three weeks. okay, well, maybe there was. for an example, your heart skips a beat every time your eyes locked with him; your knees went weak every time he's near; you were suddenly nervous to talk to him. for the past three weeks, though there was not much of an issue, but you've became quiet in his class.

your heat just ended last week. that makes it even weirder.

you try to ignore the uncomfortable-ness. despite sitting in a cold room, you feel hot. your t-shirt is suddenly too tight for you and is sticking to your skin. your heart rate is fast like you just run a 100 metre sprint. you're sweating under your armpit. your lips are pale. you cannot concentrate in class.

your friends notice something–something is not right with you today. they ask if you're okay and you know you can't lie because it's so obvious that you're indeed not okay, but you how do you tell your human friends that you're having some kind of animalistic reaction because of your dynamic? you end up telling them that you're having a headache (in which, isn't wrong either).

and throughout the class, you and sam keep on locking eyes and every time that happens, you feel slick coming out of your vagina. "oh, god. not now," you tell yourself inside your head even though you're still clueless to what's happening to you. you're not in heat. in fact, your heat just ended. and you're not sme–

ohhh, your eyes flutter–or is that your heart? that smell. oh, god, that smell! it's so... it's so sweet and manly and strong... and it's urging you to go towards that smell, scenting him, claim him, embrace yourself around that sme–

you open your eyes (you didn't even realise you were closing your eyes) and there they are again–sam's eyes. something in those eyes made the small voice inside your head say "GO!" is this your soulmate calling? is this your omega voice telling you that you're finally found your mate? but, isn't it supposed to say "mate!" or that only happens to certain people? is your case special?

you really want to leave dr. winchester's class because you can't sit under his stare anymore. you need to go to the washroom and clean yourself because, gosh, you're so wet down there. but law is a difficult subject so whether you like it or not, you stayed.

you stayed and you stayed and you stayed some more when the class was dismissed. you waited until the class is empty. you lie to your friends, telling them that you have a question regarding your assignments. and although you feel weird, although you don't understand what's happening to your body, but old enough to understand that indeed you've found your mate.

you didn't move from your seat even though your omega is keen to run from the alpha just because she likes to be chased and she knows that an alpha likes to chase. you keep your eyes away from sam, afraid that there'll be more slick coming out from your if your eyes locked with his again. and you're shivering as your eyes watched sam's shadow approaching you.

sam stands opposite from you, on the other end of your table. you watch his long fingers taping the table. "you're in heat."

his voice. gosh, his voice. his voice was louder, clearer, and a pitch higher when he's lecturing but when it's only you two in the room, his voice drops a few notes lower making him sounds more manly. his voice more raspy and sexy.

you're hot and you're cold. you're sweating but you're shivering. you're shaking but you're scared. you're pale but you're alive. you want to leave but you can't. your body hurts, but even sitting still don't do justice.

"no," you say with a shake of your head. "my heat ended a few days ago."

you thought sam knew why both of you are suddenly longing for each other's touch and presence so you waited to hear the answer coming from sam's mouth, but nothing came. there was pause and that made you look up to his eyes. goddammit, you wished you didn't do it because just a second after that, you're on your feet with sam's arm around your waist and his nose at the crook of your neck.

"alpha," you moan.

sam's reacting positively to your voice calling him alpha. he's excited. you can feel him on your stomach. and you're excited too. though sam's nose is between your neck and shoulder blade, scenting you, but you know he can smell your arousal.

he lets out a sigh with a mix of a groan. one arm around your waist, the other is gripping your thigh. it's like he's angry. it's like he can't wait to do things to you, but he's still trying to keep himself sane. it's like he's patient yet not. "mmm, you smell so good, 'mega."

"what's happening? i'm not in heat. then why–"

"maybe it's the bond. i'm in a... i'm in a rut."

"then–" you gulp. you don't want to touch sam before getting the answer, but it feels so good to be wrapped around the alpha's arm, to be touched by him, to be surrounded by his scent. "why–why are you in school? aren't you suppose–"

"omega," he said.

one word–one word that means a lot. one word that means "i don't need to be anywhere else". one word that means "i don't need to lock myself in an abandoned cottage in the middle of nowhere." one word that means "i have what i want here. you."

you let sam touch you. you let sam guide you touching him. you let your own emotion drowned into sam's smell. then suddenly, sam is panting.

"alpha, are you okay?" you ask, genuinely worried.

sam cannot answer your question properly. he's sweating so bad. he's raking his tie like it's the most annoying thing in the world. his eyes are diluted, distant. his alpha is dominating him. and with your sweet scent... he's becoming insane. all he could do was grunting with his hands all over your body as if two hands are not enough touching you.

"alpha, we're–" you hiccuped when you feel sam's hand in between your legs. "we're in class. alpha, you can't–"

you gasped when sam roared and kissed you heavily as if to shut you up and make you forget wherever you are now. and maybe he succeeded because, after that, you forgot where you are.

"hey."

you smile at your alpha, who is already handsome and neat in his suit, but is still busy making breakfast for you. "hey." your eyebrows furrowed. "are you not working today?"

"i am. why?" sam licks a nutella that accidentally got stuck on his finger, showing a pair of cute dimples on his cheeks.

"nothing. you're... you're already in your uniform. you shouldn't be running around the kitchen." you step towards the kitchen counter and take a sit on one of the tall stool in front of sam. two mugs were ready to be drank. you grab yours, which is the opposite colour of your alpha's. "you made me tea? you know i don't mind coffee."

"i know." sam gives you smile so sweet that makes your heart beats faster. "but i also know you prefer. i got to get work now. what time is your class?"

"10," you answer simply before taking a sip of tea that your alpha made for you. once the taste hits your taste buds, you feel as if the world changed its colours. "oh, jeez, this is so good!"

sam's heart grows hearing your compliment. something with the compliment, and the way his omega drinking tea he made for her, makes him puffing his chest. and how he wish–oh how he wish– he could kiss you all day just because you like his tea he made for you.

"want to ride together?" your alpha offers.

"what, oh..." you stutter.

sam is a brilliant man. he's a good lecturer. he's a good lawyer. you're proud to have him as your mate. but also, you're still new to this relationship. you're still adjusting to the situation because who knew your mate is your own teacher? you're not ready to be seen together by the whole campus especially that you know dating your lecturer is against college's rule.

you know sam understands behind your "why, oh..." as an omega, you know you can't say no when your alpha is offering you something. it's not even your decision either or not you go public with your mate. and because of these, you're ready to be yelled, to be punished by your alpha. you keep your head down as you prepare yourself for any kind of force against you.

but to your surprise... none came.

none of the above came.

sam was already at the front door, ready to leave for work when he offered you a ride so when he sees you as if ready for punishment, sam walks back to you and kiss your temple.

"finish your breakfast, omega. see you at 10."

your heart warms. you feel like breaking down. all these times... all the tales mated people tell you, the stories your friends tell you about the men in their families and lives, you know how lucky you are to have sam as your mate.

the relationship with sam isn't easy. obviously, as mentioned earlier, he's a teacher. you're a student. it's illegal to have a relationship with a teacher despite being mated. though not everybody understand your dynamic especially that the university is mostly populated by humans, but life must go on and yours and sam's relationship ended up being acknowledged by the university's dean.

you live in the hostel provided by the college. good for sam, he rents a house outside though nearby the college so it's shorter form him to travel from his house to the college (even though he has outside work most times). when the dean knows you've been living with sam on and off, he decides that it's better you live with sam now.

like live with him as real mates. which also means you and sam carpooling together to college; which means being seen together publicly; which means you have to accept that this is now your life. and you do. it's no one's fault here.

and it's somewhere after three months of relationship. you're in law class with your friends, waiting for sam to arrive (you don't know why he's late and you're annoyed that he's late and you can't help wondering where he's been though you refused to text him or call him) and your friend says, "you look sparking."

you pulled a face. "what does that mean?"

your friend, joined by other of your friends, are giggling to themselves while your wait for their answer. you look sparkling, what does that really mean? didn't you look pretty before? did you look like an ugly cockroach before? even if you do look sparkling today, then why is sam–

speaking of the devil. there he comes striding inside the class. good. it's been ten minutes you're waiting for his arrival, for his presence. didn't he know that you're being extra sensitive today? he should kn–

now he's looking as if he's uncomfortable in class and he just entered! while setting up his laptop to the projector and opening the presentation slide for today, he's can't stop looking his right and left and back and the class, scrunching his nose as if something smells so bad in class. his eyes catch yours. his eyebrows knitted. then, barely any reaction on his face, he gets back to his laptop and begins his lecture.

excuse me? what's wrong with him today?

slowly, you smell yourself. you wonder if the invisible smell comes from you. but yes, as you expected, it's not. in fact, you smell exactly how you left home this morning. you smell like you. yes, the class room is a mixture of bad breath and sweat, but sam never even bothered before?!.

"is something smells funny to you?" you ask your friend.

"no?"

you nod your head. "okay."

your heart started beating faster as thought running side your mind like a flashback you don't want to remember. if it's not the room, if it's not you... then...

you hear your heart breaking. it's been only three months since you mated with sam. you helped through his rut. he helped you through your heat. he makes breakfast for you. you cook him dinner. of course three months are not that many ruts and heats, but how could he cheat on you already?

you can't focus for the rest of the class. your mind is elsewhere. and every time your eyes accidentally lock with sam, he makes sure he looks away immediately. god, how can you still sit in the class room?

something is different. it's not the building; it's not him; it's not the morning meeting; it's not his coffee or your tea. but something is different.

he's been so busy while making you breakfast this morning to notice anything different coming from his omega, but as soon as he arrives your college after a meeting with his client, there is this smell that feels so soft like a fresh cloth from the washing machine. this smell is so sweet like a mixture of rose and vanilla and fresh-baked cookies. this smell makes him feel like home, so homey that he can sleep on the floor of the building with this smell.

he follows the smell. and to his shock, this smell is coming from his class. the class he's about to teach in a few minutes. law class. the class you're attending. yes, the class of his omega. there are other omegas in the class, but does it make sense that this is coming from you? he really can't tell now. all he knows is that this smell–or scent–is no stranger to him.

once he dismissed the class, while the students are leaving one by one, sam scents every one of them. humans, alphas, omegas. and he knows he has to be discreet because he can't let his omega–you–to notice that he's scenting other omegas when his omega is right in front of him. it's like he's asking for a death sentence.

and just like he expected, none of them smells like this smell. the humans smell like urine. some of them even smell as if they bathed in a pool of cologne. the alphas smell like... well, alphas. sam received growls from most of them. the betas are okay, nothing so significant. the omegas makes me him cough and gag so bad.

gosh, why the hell is he scenting them?

once everybody left, sam closes and locks the door. the smell didn't leave with the rest of the students. it stays. and that worries sam even more, but excites him at the same time. he was worried because he thought he mated with the wrong mate (or is it possible that he has more than one mate?) and he's excited because his omega smells so, so, so good.

"what?" you ask with an eyebrow raised. you're irritated with sam. first, he was being weird today. second, he was late for class. third, he can't think you didn't notice him scenting those omegas?!

"come here." sam was resting half of his bum against the teacher's table.

"no."

"omega," he warns. "come. here."

the omega inside you are keen to follow her alpha's order, but you can't back down now. at least, not today. there were so much happening today and you're mad at your alpha.

"how about you come here."

instead of being angry at you, sam takes that as a challenge. with a blink of an eye, he's right in front of you. so close that you can smell the papermint in his breath. with his fast movement, you almost tumble backwards yourself, but sam is sam. he's quick grab your wrist and pull you into his arms. and just like the first time you and sam found out that you're mates, sam has his nose on your mating gland.

you wiggle to get free. "sam, i have class."

sam scents you heavier while you're still trying to get yourself free. but the harder you wiggle, the tighter sam's arm around you. it causes more friction and makes sam excited rather than letting you go. "did you–did you change your perfume?"

"perfume?" your heart breaks. seriously, something isn't right. the next time you open your mouth, your voice comes out squeaky. "since when do i wear perfumes?"

"you–"

"let me go."

sam doesn't respond to your request, but keeps on smelling you and smelling you and smelling you.

"seriously, sam, just tell me."

"tell you what?" sam genuinely looks confused.

"that you have another omega."

"what?" this time, sam lifts his head from your mating gland. his arms loosened around your waist. and finally, with one push, you succeeded let yourself free. he laughs humourlessly. "what the hell are you talking about?"

"alright, that's it. i'm leaving."

no, you didn't mean you're leaving sam, but you're leaving the class because you have another class in two hours and you need something to eat. you're not in a good mood. you're sad. you're angry. you're hungry. if there's no glucose consumed by your body, you know you won't function for next class.

however, you didn't get to go to next class because you have a bad headache. once you reach the house you and sam share, you cannot stopped vomiting. you manage to drink some plain water. you tried to have biscuits, but all of them bile out a few minutes after.

when sam comes back home that evening, and found sleeping on the bathroom floor, he panics.

"y/n? shit. y/n, hey, wake up." he softly slaps your cheek to wake you up, brings you up to his lap and moves the hair on your face. you look so pale and it scares him so much.

you unconsciously mewl when sam's scent hits your nose. and you stir and push yourself close towards sam's chest. his scent calms you down. you feel a hand rubbing the top of your head. "omega, what happened?"

"i–d–know." you manage to answer weakly. "i just..." before you could finish your sentence, you're feeling nauseas again. and you quickly turn towards the toilet bowl. you don't want vomit on your alpha.

"let's go see doctor."

you're too sick, too tired, too weak to protest. plus, you're mature enough that you understood that this isn't because of food poisoning. this isn't because of pre-heat hormones. this is something else.

you nod your head. after washing your face and brush your teeth and changed into sam's shirt (because for particular reasons and especially right now, sam's shirt is the only clothe that your omega body is accepting), sam drives you to the clinic. special clinic for werewolves. and it's far enough that you threw up a few times more on the way.

you have started showing on your six months of pregnancy. you can't hide with baggy t-shirts anymore. you can't hide with your sweatshirts anymore. you can't even hide with your alphas extra, extra, extra large shirts anymore. and give up hiding it but you're still wearing sam's t-shirt as your maternity clothe because it's so comfortable and makes you calm throughout the day, on campus, without your alpha nearby.

sam is giving out informations for your assignments. and being a good student you are, you scribble notes so you won't forget even though you have more than 4 hours in a week to ask him about the assignment. while jotting down, you accidentally drop your pen and, something... a thing that if your alpha isn't a mature, possessive kind of alpha, you knew war could've happened.

sam was too far to the front to help you. and your stomach is too big for you to bend down and pick up your pen yourself so whether sam likes it or not, another alpha student in the class helps you. he bends down, picks up the pen, gets up, returns the pen to you, and smiles back at you when you say thanks to him. then, you return to your work, oblivious to how the alpha student eyeing your pregnant belly.

sam was fuming. but he's still in class. and he didn't want to lose his job especially now that both of you are expecting, he knows he wants all the luxuries to be given to his pups.

while still lecturing, he approaches you. and you can't help but to eye him warily because you know that this must have something to do with the alpha who helped you just now. once he's right beside you, he stops. he rests his hand on your shoulder at first as if to tell everyone in the lecture room that you're claimed, you're his. then, you feel his fingers caressing your mating gland.

and you shiver. and purring. and you can't stop yourself from submitting to your alpha in public, resting your head against the back of his hand. but you just had to. it's your dynamic. and you can't stop yourself especially when your alpha is showing dominance, especially when you're carrying his pups.

the humans find it cute, some make gagging sound, but with your dynamics, the situation becomes tense. the alpha who helped you keeps clenching his jaws, felt as if his ego is being torn down. other alphas look away, wishing they're anywhere else but here. betas are like humans. other omegas in the class room are glaring at you, wishing sam is caressing their mating gland or showing dominance towards them.

then, while sam's fingers are still on your mating gland, you feel something against your stomach.

"oh." you wince. you don't think it hurts, but definitely caught you off-guard. it's so hard that you feel as if your pups are trying to get themselves free from the cocoon of your belly.

"omega?" he asks, felt you jumped just now. his eyes caught your hands rubbing your stomach and he starts to panic.

"um, n–nothing, s–sir." it's wrong to call him sir, but again you're in– "oh." you jump again when there's another kick. good, that's good. the doctor says you'll be expecting kicks from your twin pups. that means your pups are healthy, but there's a problem.

you run your hands on your stomach to feel for another kick. there it is again. good. yes. just like what you want to feel even though it's so damn hurt, but why do you only feel only a pair of legs when you're pregnant with twins?

"ex–excuse me. i–i need to go to the toilet."

without waiting for sam's answer, you quickly stand up and head for the toilet as fast as your belly can bring you. once inside the toilet you lock the door (good thing the toilet is empty), wanting some privacy. you caress your stomach. up and down. left to right. trying to soothe your pups. you push your stomach here and there, trying to feel another pair of kicks, but there's still none.

you start to shake. your eyes watery. "please, moon goddess, please don't–"

suddenly, there's a knock on the door. "omega?"

as soon as you open the door, sam have his hands cup your face, asking if you're okay. but you're shaking and crying and anxious and worried about your pups that the sentence that came out of your mouth merely sounds like, "alpha, i'm– s–s–sorry. i– didn– the– pups– pups– they– hurts–"

"no, no. i'm not mad at you." sam's thumb brushes your cheeks, wiping your tears. he tries his best to purr for you so you'd come down. it's not good to be in a state like you are now for the pups. plus, he can't get answer from you when you can't speak. "tell me. tell me what happen and i'll help. sshhh, it's okay. i'm here. i'm right here with you."

"the pups–" you hiccup. "the pups–"

will sam be mad at you if you tell sam that one of the pups isn't kicking? will sam put all the blames in you because of that? will sam lock you inside your house after you tell sam about his pups?

"what happened?"

"kick. they– he– kicks."

hearing that sam sigh. his face lights up. and he smiles from ear to ear. "really?"

you nod your head. to prove him, you take sam's big hand and rests it on your stomach. sure enough, one of the pups kicks the father's hand. and sam looks as if it's the happiest day of his life.

then, something dawns on him. "but... they're twins..."

"that's what i– that's– sam, what's happening?" you burst again.

you love them. even though they haven't been born yet, but you have already love them. you don't want to lose both of them or either of them. you don't. you can't.

"let's go to the hospital." he grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the building.

"what? you can't– you're having a class."

"they're dismissed."

"dismissed? but the class just started."

"it ended a second after you left. now let's go."

in the car towards pack hospital, you continue caressing your stomach to feel the kick of the second pair of legs. you even take sam's free hand and push it around your stomach as a trigger for the second pair to wake up. because who knows if the second pup is more attached to the father's, right? but to your dismay, there is none. still.

"hey, don't worry too much. i'm sure everything will be alright," sam says in the car. he can't see your lips turned downwards. his alpha hates to see his omega sad. but what does he know about a pregnant omega's feelings?

you ended up in the ward for a follow up.

soon, you realised the doctor was right. the other twin is the passive one though expected also being an alpha. he was sleeping and relaxing when his brother was active. that night, you feel the second kick and you and sam are overjoyed that both of you accidentally woke up other patients.

both you and sam are getting ready for class. sam is fixing his tie in front of the tall mirror while you're putting on your trousers. you approach your alpha to help him with his tie (one that he pretends he doesn't know how to tie the tie) and in front of him, you feel a gush of water coming our of your vagina like a water fall.

you look down. your trousers are fully wet. well, what else do you expect? it's water. not merely slick. there's a big black spot on the carpeted floor. the only good thing here is that, it's not blood, though it still has a distinguishing smell.

"oh, no! alpha." you reach for your big alpha with one hand and hold your belly with the other. you're yet to feel the contraction but the water is making you uncomfortable.

sam looks down with eyebrows knitted on his temple. he knows. he understands. he knows his pups are coming. he's ready but not prepared for them to come today!

sam is not thinking about his job anymore. he's barely thinking about the pungent smell. he's not thinking about the hygiene. he picks you up and places you inside his car. he kisses the top of your head before he runs back inside the house a bag and other supplies. before he leave the house, he makes sure that everything is in safe condition, only by that time, you're starting to feel the contraction.

dammit. you thought being in heat is already a torture...

sam manages to drive under speed limit but fast enough to arrive at the pack hospital before your delivery. but throughout the journey, you're already crying without tears, suppressing the contraction pain. it hurts, it hurts so damn much that it makes you re-thinking your life choice.

sam tried to be a great alpha by massaging your back. he takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulder, hoping it'll help you with the pain. but right now, there's nothing else that could you ease with that. even with his purr, even with his kisses on your mating gland once both of you're in the hospital room and you're already in hospital gowns.

you're in the delivery room for 16 hours. 16 hours of breathing. 16 hours of massaging. 16 hours of crying. 16 hours of laughing. 16 hours of blaming your alpha for putting you through this. 16 hours of discussing either or not you want more pups (you discussed with your alpha that you want as many children both of you can produce and your alpha agreed with that). 16 hours of talking to distract you from the pain. well, only one thing way helps: the one when your alpha finger you, but even that only works for a short time.

and then, finally, after 16 hours of through these all, two beautiful alphas came out of you. the doctors are quick to clean them before returning them back to you and your alpha for claiming and skinships. and your world can't even be more beautiful than this.

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.11

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: We got some action, some canon typical violence, and a little angst. Shits about to get wild from here on out hold onto your pants. Hunter's growing breeding kink and Crosshair's riffle.

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"We’re literally never going to get shore leave," Wrecker groaned, picking up Gonky and putting the battery droid into the Marauder. It seemed like the repairmen were able to get all new parts installed overnight, leaving the Marauder in pristine condition.

"They didn’t tell you why we needed to go to Kamino?" Crosshair asked, busy reloading the armory with a new crate of weapons.

"No," Echo shook his head.

"Why do I need to come to Kamino?" You chirped, sipping on your to-go cup of caff and breakfast.

"Your presence was requested," Echo shrugged.

"I didn’t even think your creators knew about me," you pondered.

"It is strange," Tech responded from the cockpit. "They don’t usually like civilians in Tipoca City."

"Do you think it’s something bad?" You took a bite of your egg sandwich.

"There is no indication of such things, but who is to know really," Tech mused, adjusting the settings on the console to his liking.

"Let’s get a move on," Hunter ordered. "The faster we get there, the faster we can get back."

"Sounds good to me!" You slid off the crate and grabbed your brand new medic pack, double-checking all your requested supplies were in there, along with the backup supply in the ship’s storage.

You felt Tech start up the engines and ran to the front to strap in.

It wasn’t long before the Marauder was up in the air and zooming through hyperspace. It would be a few hours before you entered Kamino airspace, so you decided to busy yourself and study the way Crosshair cleaned Firepuncher.

Crosshair seemed to be enjoying your attention, making sure to show you all the nooks and crannies that are usually missed. He even let you take the little brush with the cleaning solution and do a few pieces yourself.

"Atta girl," he praised as you followed his instructions to a T.

You smiled, handing him back the tools. He reassembled the weapon, giving it one last pass with the cleansing cloth before oiling the moving mechanisms. He pulled out a hand wipe, cleaning the oil and blaster residue off his own fingers, before taking your hands and cleaning yours. He tossed away the dirtied wipe before taking your chin in his hands, plucking his toothpick from his lip, and tilting your face up to meet his. He bent down to press a loving kiss to your lips, making your cheeks heat.

He popped the pick back between his teeth and took Firepuncher with him to the cockpit. You shamelessly watched the lithe sniper saunter out of the room.

"He’s only like that with you," Hunter smirked at you.

"I doubt that," you sighed, cleaning up the dining table with a damp towel.

"I’m serious," he crossed his arms. "You’re good for him."

You rolled your eyes. "Hardly."

"He let you clean Firepuncher," Hunter smiled. "Safe to say you’re the only one he’s ever let do that."

"I’ll keep that in mind," you said, putting the rag into the dirty hamper.

"He’s never let anyone get close to him. I mean, none of us have really. We didn’t exactly have an easy upbringing," Hunter shared, trying to open up a bit more, but it was obvious it had hurt him too. "Crosshair is the youngest. He struggled the most with all the ostracization. I think it’s what made him so cold and severe, but he seems to have taken a liking to you. I noticed the way he changed slightly when you joined. Like how he started bringing you things when we were out."

"So he was the one leaving them on my cot?" You smiled, thinking back to all of the little trinkets, stones, or sweets.

"You’re getting through to him," Hunter said, standing up and walking over to you. "It’s more than we ever could have."

"He’s your brother," you sighed, looking down at Hunter’s lips.

“Exactly.” He whispered pressing forwards until your lips met. You purred into Hunter’s mouth feeling him bring one hand up to support your cheek as he kissed you passionately. He then deepened the kiss urging you to open your mouth slightly for his tongue to explore. You too explored, you wanted to memorize everything Hunter liked, well really what each alpha liked, but you decided you’d start with Hunter. You already knew Tech and Crosshair liked when you’d brat a little and that would end up in your submission to them. Hunter however, seemed a lot more like Wrecker in that he was mainly interested in your pleasure… but you were determined. 

You ran your hands to the nape of his neck and massaged there feeling him moan into your mouth. Okay, nape, check. You smiled tugging him further down do you were laid out on the table with your legs wrapped around his waist while he bent over pinning you to the surface. 

He surged forwards pushing his cod piece into your clothed core. You whined and squirmed against him feeling yourself get turned on by the weight at your apex. 

You moved your hand from his name to around the front of his neck giving it an experimental squeeze. He gave you a soft warning growl which made you immediately continue your journey south. Okay no choking for him. 

You hand your hands over his chest plate wishing you could feel the hard planes of his chest. 

Hunter pulled back looking down at you with a suspicious smirk, “What are you going little one?”

You tried catching your breath and smiled back, “Nothing.”

“Hmm.” He eyed you before diving back in to capture your lips. When you leaned up to reciprocate, he snatched up your neck and slammed you back down to the table making your eyes widen in surprise. He squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt you but just enough that it made your stomach flip and your heart race… maybe he was more dominant than you gave the Sargent credit for.

“Are you… studying me?” He gave you a wolfish grin. 

You swallowed looking up into his amber eyes, “Maybe…” 

He grinned keeping you pinned to the table. 

“Mesh’la…” He leaned down to lick at your gland under his thumb. You whined grinding down on his codpiece. He stood back up rubbing small circles into the gland making you writhe on the table, “You’re adorable little ‘mega.” 

You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, absolutely destroying your panties. Maker you wanted him so badly. 

“J-just want to know how to make you feel good.” You whimpered trying to get some kind of release for the tension thrumming through your entire system. 

He sighed a laugh leaning over you again giving you some mercy by grinding into you. You moaned. Between the rubbing between your thighs and the stimulation to your mating gland, you were on the edge of cumming. 

“Such a perfect little omega aren’t you?” He hummed watching you start to sweat. He could smell your slick and hear the way your heart hammered in your chest and he knew you were being edged, “Always so concerned with your alphas.” 

You cried out grabbing at the wrist around your neck and using the heel of your boots to force him even closer to you. He chuckled at your attempts to buck harder into him. 

“Do you want to cum pip?” He drawled. 

“Yes sir.” You whimpered desperate for this torture to end. 

“Well because you’ve been such a good girl,” He used his free hand to unbutton your pants and slide them inside towards your pulsing core. You nearly screamed when he finally started to rub tantalizing little circles into your aching clit. 

“Cum omega.” He commanded. 

You gasped feeling the sudden rush of your orgasm take over you. You arched up off the table pressing into him further. He only stopped stimulating your gland when you had finally worked through your orgasm. 

He smiled down as he released your neck and buttoned up your pants. 

“You feeling good, makes me feel good ‘mega.” He pushed his forehead into yours, “But if you want me to be more dominant like my brothers then we can do that too.” 

You hummed, “I only want what you want Hunter, whatever feels right.” 

He flashed his teeth at you again, growling, “What feels right… what feels right is me sinking my teeth right here little one.” He thumbed your glad again making you shudder, “as much as I want to totally loose myself, I know I can’t… You make me feel feral Ad’ika. You scent, it drives me wild.” 

You starred up at him through your heavy eyes feeling your heart start to beat quickly again. 

“You want to mate me Hunter?” You whispered seductively tilting your neck back so he could grip you again. 

You watched his eyes dilate at your words, “fuck mesh’la.” He sighed and shook his head trying to snap himself out of it, “I want to pup you.” He admitted and pressed his other hand to your abdomen, “Fucking Layla got me thinking about it.” He massaged your belly imagining what you’d look like swollen with his pups. 

You studied him… he seems to have quite the breeding kink, a mischievous smile crept up onto your lip, “boy or girl Hunter?” 

“Hmm?” He looked up from your belly into your heady eyes. 

“Boy or girl?” You repeated. 

“Girl… definitely a girl.” He kissed you pressing you back down to the table. 

“Is that why your hindbrain cut out my implant?” You giggled and squirmed under him, “You want to knock me up?”

“M’guess so.” He mumbled nuzzling your gland. 

You just sighed in contentment enjoying the way he mouthed at your shoulder keeping a firm grip on your side. 

“Better keep those fangs to yourself Hunter.” Tech groused passing by data pad in hand. 

Serge sighed sitting up finally snapping out of the trance you had put him in. 

“Sharing is caring.” Crosshair stepped into the hallway to tease his older brother. 

“You’re gonna make him territorial.” You lulled your head to the side to look at the sniper. 

Crosshair chuckled, “He’s always been territorial.” 

“As are you.” Tech stepped into the doorway. 

“Byproduct of being an alpha.” Crosshair flashed a fangy smile at you. You giggled sitting up making Hunter stand. 

“I’m not territorial.” Tech looked up from his search. 

You scoffed, “Oh yes you are.” 

“What?” He was confused, “When have I displayed territorial tendencies.” 

“When I first saw the 501st after joining you.” You pushed Hunter back so you could saunter over to Tech, “In 79’s, I saw that look in your eye when I danced with regs, and then when I almost drowned, you got your punches in. Don’t think I didn’t see that.” You smirked poking him in the chest plate. 

“Is that considered territorial?” He looked up at his brothers. 

“Sounds about right.” Hunter nodded. Crosshair agreed. 

You smirked and crossed your arms, “Then you and Cross marked me up on Mimban. Had those women thinking I was in trouble.” 

He widened his eyes realizing you were right. 

“It would seem I do display territorial behavior.” He nodded, “I must look into this.” He walked off typing furiously into his data pad. 

You just shook your head laughing and walked back to lean on the table. 

“How much longer to Kamino?” Hunter asked Crosshair. 

“Half an hour.” 

“Alright, let’s get ready to doc.” Hunter ushered the two of you out and into the cockpit. 

~~~

"Where are you taking me?" you asked the Kaminoan.

"We need your assistance in the medical wing. You're the only one with experience regarding the spice chemical compounds," she replied.

You glanced at Hunter, who gave you an approving nod. Swallowing nervously, you agreed to follow the female alien, feeling a little uneasy about leaving your pack with this unfamiliar woman. Looking back, you noticed they were still watching you as you disappeared down the hallway.

"What is your name?" the Kaminoan asked.

"Y/N Y/L/N," you responded, clutching the straps of your med pack, feeling a little like you were back in school.

All around you, shinies and cadets marched in perfect lines. Every few clones would break their focus to peer at you. You ignored them, following behind the Kaminoan called Nala Se.

As you neared the medical wing, you noticed a group of pacing soldiers in blue.

"Fives?" you called out to him. He looked at you, confused at first, before walking over to you.

"CT-5555," Nala Se nodded.

He nodded back before embracing you. You hugged him back, stepping up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Layla got your memo. Echo and I read it."

"Did Layla send you?" he whispered back before standing upright, "It’s been so long, kid. How are you doing?"

You scrunched your brow in confusion for a second before realizing he was prompting you to play along. "I’m doing fine. How’s Rex?"

"Eh, you know... as good as he was after Umbara," Fives said, sounding too cheerful for referring to THE Umbara siege. You nodded, understanding that Rex and the boys weren’t doing well and that there was some sort of conspiracy at play.

You double-tapped your arm, signaling a "no" in reference to his first question. "Oh, that’s great. I’ll have to spend some time with him when we’re back on rotation."

He flashed you a sign he and the boys used to let you know to stay quiet in tough situations. "I know he’ll love that. You were always his favorite civ."

"Hah," you smiled, giving another signal that you understood the mission. "Well, let the others know I’m sending my love."

"Of course, Tiny," he embraced you again and whispered, "Don’t trust the Kaminoans," before pulling back with a charming smile.

You smiled too, giving his arm a squeeze.

Nala Se continued on, and you followed after her, giving Fives one more glance before turning left and disappearing into the medical facility.

"Did you serve under CT-7567?" Nala Se asked while approaching her desk.

"Yes. I was a medic for the 501st before the 99’s," you replied, using your military-trained voice.

"They seem to like you," she remarked.

You didn’t know if she was trying to pry information out of you. The way she spoke seemed to indicate so. "I’m the only one not giving them orders and fixing their injuries. The position tends to make friends."

"Friends," she repeated, picking up her data pad. "After the incident on Crait, we’ve been trying to ascertain a sample of the same compound used. I was wondering if you could give me a recount of the events. Most of our clones have been altered to withstand almost all stressors, diseases, and injury. As I’m sure you’re well aware, they’re stronger than most natural-born humans. This is their design. It is a concern of ours to have this weakness in them. We wish to alter our work for future cloning and perhaps even develop a cure for the battlefield."

You sighed before crossing your arms and bringing back the information to the forefront of your mind. "Well, I didn’t know what happened until it was too late. Hu-uhh-CT-9901 later recounted the events that led to the dosing. There was already a Republic team researching the findings based on suspicious reconnaissance information. They went missing, and my unit went to retrieve them and their findings. I rarely leave the ship, so one second everything is fine, then the next…” You swallowed, trying to find the words to appropriately explain what occurred. “CT-9901 had incapacitated CT-1409 while trying to get to me. The drug affected his alpha instincts and rendered him feral. I had the implant, but due to his enhanced scent, he could still pick up on my pheromones, and then it was a struggle until I shot him. It was the only thing that was going to stop him. The others kept him tied up in the brig until it was all out of his system. It took almost a day."

"In the report, it said he had cut out your implant," Nala Se read through it.

"That is correct."

"Then you were able to get medical assistance aboard General Skywalker’s vessel."

"That is correct."

"Did CT-9901 have any lingering effects?" she asked.

"Not that I’m aware of," you shook your head.

"It’s not often we have a human female omega in this facility. Is it alright if I take some blood samples for testing purposes?"

You nodded, "Sure."

She sat you down on a chair before grabbing the injector site. She cleaned your arm before pressing the machine to your skin.

She took the samples and placed them in the care of a medic droid.

"Is there anything else I can assist with?" you asked, standing up and pressing a bandage to the small wound.

"Yes, actually. We had a clone recently turn on a Jedi and unfortunately kill her. We’re suspecting it was caused by this bioweapon altering his behavior."

You steeled the expression that was begging to come out on your face. You kept a neutral expression, but deep down, you knew it was deeper than this. The drug may make alphas become feral, but to kill a Jedi, that wasn’t adding up.

"He killed a Jedi?" you clarified.

"Yes," Nala Se wasn’t giving any more information.

Was that why she was asking about Hunter cutting you? You knew you were going to have to really guard your words from here on out.

She walked you over to the other side of her office before opening a door out onto a viewing platform. Below, seemed to be the training facilities that the clones had told you about from their teen years.

Down below, there was a single clone standing there and a medical droid. You watched the droid inject a crimson substance into the clone. He started to growl as the spice entered his system. You watched in abject horror as they experimented cruelly on this poor man. You bit your tongue, however. If Fives was right, you were being watched too, and you had to be so careful.

The man writhed and howled as he slipped into the hindbrain. His face contorted into something aggressive and frightening. Then the same droid that took your blood sample hovered down toward one of the barricades out of view of the clone, it dripped your blood onto the sterile surface, and suddenly the man whipped his head up like Hunter had. He made a direct beeline for your scent.

He was making soft cooing noises trying to lure out the omega he thought was there. When he turned the corner and found nothing but blood, he roared, touching the drop and bringing it to his nose. Then, like out of one of Kix’s favorite horror movies, the affected clone zeroed in on you and Nala Se on the viewing platform like Hunter when he’s tracking. He snarled and started running toward you, determined to climb up there.

Nala Se gave the order to have him sedated, and you watched the fighting clone collapse into stillness. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked to the Kaminoan.

"Was the Jedi an omega?" you deadpanned, still a little shocked from the demonstration.

Nala Se hesitated, “No.”

You nodded.

"We have requested you and your unit to assist us in finding more information about the origins of this research," she walked you out of the lab and back into the hallway where Fives had been, "Your group leader has already been briefed, but we wish to have you involved as you were there from the genesis of this issue."

"I will do my best," you swallowed nervously. You were hoping none of you would have to go near this ever again, but it seems it’s becoming the main focus of the GAR whether you like it or not.

~~~

When you entered the 99’s barracks, you were first hit with the smell. Ugh… unkempt alpha… you scrunched your nose and stepped inside.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, walking up to you, seeing the bandage.

"Yeah, they just wanted my blood," you brushed him off.

"What for?" Echo asked.

You shuffled nervously, "T-they’re running tests… on regs. It was horrible." You bit back tears, "They dosed a shiny and lured him around with my blood to see how feral he’d become. Right before he decided to come after me, they sedated him and took him away."

"They used you as bait?" Crosshair growled, plucking the pick from his mouth.

"No… I mean not really. Just my blood sample," you tried to console him.

"Why are they doing that?" Hunter asked.

"Nala Se said they’re trying to develop a cure for the drug. They wanted my blood since there's no omegas around here."

"That’s what they wanted you for?" Wrecker wondered.

"She wanted me to go over Crait again. I don’t know why. She wanted to know the specifics of Hunter cutting out my implant. She seemed interested."

"Interested?" Tech pondered, and you nodded, "Did she say anything else?"

"Just that we’re supposed to be going on another mission? She said you already were briefed," you looked to Hunter.

He reached a hand out to cup your cheek when the door whooshed open, and Fives came running inside. Hunter immediately retreated his hand to glare at the reg.

"Fives?" you quirked your head, "What are you doing here?"

"I tried finding you after I saw you, but Nala Se was alone. I knew you’d be here," he caught his breath.

"What’s wrong?" you asked, stepping toward him, intending a hand on his shoulder. You heard Crosshair make a warning growl, but you just threw him a look.

"I needed to talk to you without them watching."

"Okay," you nodded, pulling out a stool for him to sit on.

"Is this about Tup?" Echo asked, coming closer to sit.

"Yeah," Fives nodded, "Something is going on around here."

"Nala Se said he was drugged with the spice," you sat on the table, pushing Tech’s old scribbles to the side.

Fives shook his head, "No, he wasn’t drugged."

You cringed, "Wait so he killed the Jedi on his own?"

"Who killed a Jedi?" Hunter squawked.

"Tup," Echo shook his head.

"Why could a clone kill a Jedi? It’s literally impossible for us to even fathom that," Tech was confused. It goes against all of their programming.

"Were you there?" you asked.

Fives nodded, "We all were. I insisted I come back with him, he’s my brother ya know? Rex is distraught and Anakin doesn’t understand what the hell is going on. But I knew something was off when the Kaminoans started insisting it was the spice. Kix literally tested him for any substances and he cleared the test. Plus, if that was the case we’d all be rutting like crazy right now." He shook his head, "I don’t trust the Kaminoans, they’re hiding something."

"So what are you saying you think it is?" Tech asked.

"Kix thinks it’s stress-related," Fives shrugged.

"That’s not possible, that part of our brain was altered to not experience stress," Tech shook his head.

You scoffed, what a dream.

“That’s what Rex said,” Fives replied.

“Well, where is Tup now?” you asked.

“Sedated in one of the medical wards.”

“Sedated?”

"Yeah, he wouldn’t shut up about following orders or something like that," Fives shrugged. "Shaak Ti thinks he’s been brainwashed by seppies."

“Is that a possibility?” Hunter asked. "No one’s ever heard of that before."

“No, he was with us the entire time. He just snapped all of a sudden,” Fives sounded worried.

You put your hand on his, trying to comfort him. He just smiled sadly and sighed, “Kix says hi, by the way.”

“Is he here?” You asked, perking up.

“Yeah, but they have him working. A batch of shinies got pretty banged up on their first dispatch.”

“Typical,” you laughed, thinking about the nearly thousand times you’ve had to patch up the 501st boys, especially in the early days.

“I heard some pretty crazy stuff about you all,” he looked around. “Did you guys really crash land on Mimban?”

“Now, how did you hear about that?” You laughed.

“I have my sources,” he jested.

“Any chance your source is 5’3 and wears mini skirts?” You smirked.

“Now, how could you have possibly guessed that?” He mimicked you.

“Layla!” Tech said, like it was trivia.

“You know Layla?” Fives scrunched his nose.

“We were all on Ani’s Venator for a week, Fives!” You shook your head.

“Oh yeah!” Fives laughed. “When Sarge here put you into heat!”

You deflated. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“No problem,” he smiled.

“Layla baked us cookies!” Wrecker added.

“No! Tech and I made the cookies!” You pouted.

“Okay, fine, you made the cookies, but Layla was there,” Wrecker rolled his eyes.

“Ya’ll are hanging out without me, darlin’?” He playfully shoved you.

“Yup,” you smiled standing up, “And I found out Layla has a thing for ARC troopers.”

Fives scrunched his nose before turning to Echo, who looked smug.

“Like the good old days!” Five punched his batch mate Echo; just shoved him back playfully. “Cool place, by the way,” Fives waved around at the super messy barracks.

“Thanks,” the 99’s answered in unison.

Crosshair played with his toothpick. “Aren’t we supposed to be leaving?” Crosshair drawled, clearly bored with the reg.

“Oh yeah,” Hunter nodded, standing up again, “We’re leaving for Kaller.”

“Kaller?” Fives stood up, grabbing his helmet. “Kriff is on Kaller?”

“Apparently, the origin point of the spice compound,” Tech informed.

“Am I coming?” You asked Hunter.

“Yeah, we’re definitely not leaving you here,” Hunter replied.

Fives gave you a little suggestive look, which you just rolled your eyes at.

“Let’s go before Nala Se wants all my blood,” you grabbed your med pack, slinging the straps over your shoulders.

“She took what?” Fives grabbed you by the shoulders.

“She took my blood,” you looked over to Echo, then back to Fives.

“What for?” He squeezed you a bit.

“She was running tests on shinies and the spice. She wanted my blood to test the efficacy of their symptoms.”

“They used her as bait,” Crosshair corrected.

“How much did she take?” Fives asked.

You shrugged. “Two vials.”

“She asked for you specifically?” Fives was starting to sound nervous.

“Fives, you’re scaring me,” you whined.

Hunter stepped in, separating the two of you, keeping you tucked into his side. “What are you saying?”

“Have any of you noticed how different she smells?” He gestured to you.

You narrowed your eyes, looking around at the others.

“She doesn’t smell like any omega I’ve ever been around,” Fives crossed his arms.

“Is that a bad thing?” You asked quietly.

“No,” everyone said in unison.

“Why would the Kaminoans want Pip’s blood?” Tech asked.

“I don’t know,” Fives shrugged. “But Kaminoans don’t do anything without a purpose. She’s unique. For what reason, I don’t know. But I’m guessing it has something to do with this spice stuff.”

“All the more reason to get her far away from here,” Hunter said.

“I’m fine with that,” you were thrilled to get off this waterlogged planet. You looked to Fives. “Are you staying here?”

“I can’t let the others handle this on their own, Rex’s orders,” he shrugged. “As much as Kaller sounds like so much fun,” he was being sarcastic.

“We’ll catch up later, brother,” Echo clapped Fives on the shoulder before opening the door to the hallway.

“When you’re back on rotation, you owe me a night at 79’s!” Fives fitted his helmet back on and started off in the direction of the medical wing.

“Sounds like a plan!” Echo yelled after him.

“So, Kaller?” You asked, feeling a little trepidation.

“Shaak Ti informed us that the council needs us to infiltrate a secret base on Kaller to retrieve the research on this mystery drug. I know you’re probably worried about getting involved in this again, but I don’t know what else we can do,” Hunter sighed, knowing this topic was still sore for the both of you.

“It’s fine, Hunter,” you nodded, “My anxiety about this drug is nothing compared to the damage it does, which is far more important to stop.”

You got flashes back to that poor clone under its insidious influence. This had to be stopped.

“Pip obviously is going nowhere near that drug and risk getting exposed,” Tech asserted. The others agreed.

“But what about you guys?” You worried as you all made it to the docking bay. “What do we do if you get exposed?”

“We lock ourselves up in the brig,” Crosshair pointed out, “Just like we did with Hunter, until it wears out. The side effects are much worse for an omega than an alpha.”

You shivered, remembering the sharp pain of Hunter’s blade in your shoulder.

“Okay,” you acquiesced. It’s not like you could go against orders anyway. No matter how scared you might be.

“Kaller here we come!” Wrecker laughed.

~~~

“This planet is soooo… cold,” you sighed, shivering as the hatch opened. Tech had found a cave in the side of an icy mountain where he landed the Marauder, keeping it out of sight and out of the elements.

You ran back inside to grab the GAR-issued snow coat lined with nexu fur. You pulled it on and zipped it all the way up to your chin.

“How are you not cold?” You jumped up and down, trying to warm up.

“Genetics,” Tech leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Behave, alright?”

You chewed your lip. “If I feel like it.”

“Omega,” he warned, turning you around and pushing you into Crosshair. “Behave.”

You huffed before snuggling into the sniper. “You heard Tech. Be a good girl until we get back.”

“Okay,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled, melding his lips with yours.

“Bye Pip!” Wrecker came over, shoving Crosshair away from you before picking you up and hugging you. “We’ll be back!”

“I know, big guy!” You smiled. “Please, be careful.” You were obviously worried.

“We’ll be okay,” Hunter collected you from his little brother. “Radio in every thirty minutes, even if we don’t respond.”

“I know! I know!” You rubbed your scent on his chest plate. “Just like always.”

“Bye, Tiny!” Echo yelled as he descended the steps.

“Bye!” You yelped.

You watched the boys leave and the hatch close, leaving you in stark silence. You locked the access door. It’s been so long since you had been totally alone without one of them staying back with you. You almost didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Checking your datapad time, you knew they had two hours to complete this mission before you were allowed to start worrying for real.

You wandered around the ship a bit, looking for something to clean or organize. Deciding you’d take a crack at the surplus supplies, you waltzed into the back of the ship where the brig was down below. You slid down the ladder, landing with a thud in the dark underbelly of the Marauder. This is where you kicked on the lights and decided to get to work sorting and organizing everything.

To make the time go by faster, you stole Crosshair’s datapad from his bunk drawer to play some of his rock music.

You’d checked in three times already, knowing you’d only have one more to go before they’d start making their way back. You had sorted through all of the surplus food, making sure to group the meals Layala had brought you guys by preference. You made sure to include everyone’s favorites along with little snack packs and dehydrated blue milk.

You were just about to start on the ammunition supply when you got beeped on your com.

“Havoc 6, come in,” Hunter’s voice startled you. You scrambled to turn down Crosshair’s music before radioing back.

“This is Havoc 6, Havoc 1, are you alright?” You asked, feeling your heart start to race and the hair stand up on your neck… something was wrong. You just knew it.

“We’re okay, but we found… a kid?” Hunter replied, “We got the research, we’re making our way back, there’s a change of plans.”

“A kid? What? Change of plans?” You stuttered into the com channel, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see when we get there, get the ship warmed up,” Hunter cut the line, and you scrambled out of the brig and up into the main cabin before jogging into the cockpit. You entered Tech’s special code before being able to begin the ignition process.

Just as you got the engines primed, you heard them approach and opened the hatch door.

They came jogging inside, helmets still on. You were looking at them a bit perplexed when a smaller figure followed them inside behind Crosshair.

“A pup?” You rushed forward, unable to stop yourself, before taking the little kid into your hands, sniffing and checking him for injuries. “W-where did you find him?”

“Hey, lady!” He swatted at you, making you back up. He scowled, smoothing down his robes. That’s when you realized he was a Padawan… You suddenly stood up and looked at the boys, putting your hands on your hips.

“Sorry, kid,” Hunter chuckled, “She’s a fussy little omega.”

“You’re an omega?” He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where is his master!?” You instantly jumped on your unit, “Did you steal a Padawan?”

“As funny as that would be, no… we didn’t steal him,” Echo shook his head, taking off his helmet, “He found us.”

You turned to look at the kid, “Are you lost?”

He scoffed, “No, I’m not lost. I was sent to find reinforcements.”

“How old are you?” You were shocked this child was being battle-tested already.

“14,” he replied.

Your eyes softened, “He’s just a baby!” You growled, looking to your unit.

They just shrugged, “Hey, it’s not our fault what the Jedi do with their littles,” Wrecker defended.

“I’m not little!” He squawked, “And we really need help, so are you going to help us or what?”

“What’s your name, kid?” Echo asked.

“Caleb. Caleb Dume.”

“Where’s your master?” Hunter asked, and the pup handed him the coordinates.

“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter decided, and you just stood there flabbergasted.

“Relax, ‘Mega,” Crosshair tried to help you come to terms with this, “He’s a Jedi, probably could kick all of our asses if he wanted to.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” you sighed.

“He’s not your pup,” Crosshair reminded you, “It’s not your problem.”

You growled. Crosshair just smirked. You were fiercely protective, that was for certain.

You peeked your head around the sniper to look at Caleb, “Have you eaten anything, hun?”

“Stop mothering him!” Echo yelled from his seat.

“I can’t help it!” You shook your head before heading for your jump seat. Hunter eyed you.

“I’m alright, miss,” Caleb grabbed onto the side of the ship as Tech brought the Marauder up into the air.

You were not liking this situation. First the spice, and now the kid. Why can’t missions just go how they’re supposed to?

Tech expertly flew the ship not too far from where you were hidden in the mountains. He found a clearing just before all of the blaster fire in the distance.

As the ship touched down, you stood up to follow them, but they all turned around, pointing fingers at you, “Pip, stay on the ship.”

“Ugh! Fine!” You groused, going over to Tech’s seat, ignoring the itch to take care of the kid.

“Are all omegas like that?” Caleb asked, picking up his lightsaber from his belt.

“Pip’s extra mothering when it comes to pups,” Tech replied, adjusting his holovisor.

“Should have seen her on Ryloth…” Echo started telling Caleb the story when the hatch door closed, leaving you once again alone in the ship.

You let out a loud groan, spinning the pilot’s seat around. The primal need to make sure the kid was okay was eating you from the inside out. He was literally walking into a war zone. That goes against everything your instincts wanted.

“Don’t do it, Y/N,” you shook your head, spinning the chair again.

But when you slowed down the spin, you noticed Caleb had left behind his robe and something in you snapped.

The pup was going to be cold…

"Fuck this." You got up, snatching the robe and smashed the hatch opening. You knew your alphas were going to kill you, but you didn’t care. You could care after you knew the pup was okay. At least you grabbed the thigh holster and a spare pistol, strapping it to yourself before stomping down the steps and out into the snow-covered forest. As you neared the battlefield, you heard bullets flying and explosions in the distance. You went running, suddenly overwhelmed with instincts… you didn’t know why this was happening. This hadn’t ever happened to you before, not even with the little girl on Ryloth. Something was very, very wrong.

Your jog turned into a sprint as you dodged trees and jumped over fallen trunks.

Letting your omega instinct guide you, you appeared in the clearing, seeing the last of the droids being destroyed by the cunning skills of your unit.

"We got a problem," Crosshair’s voice rang out through their comms, "Pip left the ship."

"What?" Hunter whipped around, finding you wandering through the smoke, clearly looking for something in the literal middle of the battlefield.

"Kark," Echo cursed, "She’s looking for the kid."

"Omega…" Hunter growled into the com channel. You ignored him.

They started walking back over to you, looking angry as a pissed-off rancor as the smoke started to clear. Crosshair came sliding down the side of the icy hill, joining their little clique when you spun around, finding Caleb walking over towards you.

"Hey, Miss?" He gave you a kind smile.

"Hi," you said, looking around a bit dazed.

"Are you okay, miss?" He asked, walking up to you.

"Y-yeah, I just had to make sure you were okay," you shook your head, starting to come back to your senses.

"I’m okay," he nodded, "Thanks to your friends."

"You left this behind," you handed him the brown robe, which he happily took and put on, shaking off the chill in the air.

"Y/N!" Hunter’s roar cut through the war zone.

"Kark," you sighed, closing your eyes.

Caleb giggled, pulling up his hood.

"I gave you direct orders to stay on the ship!" Hunter was so mad, "Then you run out into a literal battlefield. You could have been killed!"

"I-I’m…" you struggled to get the words out as the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

Turning around, you saw the master Jedi step up out of her trench, only to ignite her saber as her captain turned on her.

"Master!" Caleb screeched, igniting his saber and running towards his master. You couldn’t help but run after the pup despite your alpha’s roars of disapproval. Caleb suddenly stopped, realizing that his master was outnumbered.

"Run, Caleb!" She screamed, taking the brunt of the fire.

You flung yourself over the pup just in time to dodge a plasma bullet. Caleb was reacting much faster than you. When he looked up to see the 99’s jogging towards you two guns in hand, he quickly grabbed onto your wrist and started dragging you into the woods with him, running for your lives.

"Caleb!" You yelped, running with him.

"They’ve turned!" He said, jumping over branches. He was much faster than you, but you tried your best to keep up, "The clones can’t be trusted."

"What?" You were gasping for air, starting to feel the fatigue.

"I can feel it," he said, weaving left, trying to throw anyone off your trail.

A plasma bullet went whizzing by your head before exploding into a nearby tree. You both were forced to halt your sprint in the crunchy snow.

"Maker Crosshair, you could have hit her!" Echo growled, knocking the sniper’s gun out of his hand.

"Stop running, kid!" Hunter called out to the two of you.

Caleb just stepped in front of you, igniting his saber, "Stay back!"

They stopped their approach. You were beyond confused.

Crosshair kept his weapon trained on the kid while the others tried their hardest not to come off as intimidating.

"It’s okay, Caleb," Hunter said, putting his gun away and keeping his hands up in the air, "We just want to help you."

Crosshair decided then he would take the shot. You watched in horror as the blue plasma blast soared through the air, and Caleb skillfully deflected it, sending it back into the trees. You screamed and grabbed the kid, curling your body around him on instinct. You knelt in the snow, shielding Caleb from your alphas.

You heard shouting, then you heard firepuncher go off again, but this time the blast missed wildly. You flinched at the sound of it exploding into nearby rocks. You cradled Caleb's head like a mother would, keeping him pressed to you safely.

When you dared to look behind you, you saw Hunter and Crosshair wrestling in the snow while Tech held firepuncher, keeping it away from his little brother.

"Good soldiers follow orders," Crosshair repeated over and over again as Hunter demanded to know why the hell he would shoot at their omega and the kid.

Wrecker tried to approach you, but you let out the nastiest snarl you could muster, flashing your fangs at him.

He just put his hands up, staying at a comfortable distance.

"They’re coming," Caleb said, holding onto your shirt.

"Who?" You asked.

"The other clones," he said, "We have to go, now!"

"I can’t," you felt tears start to shed as your instincts were ripping you in half. You wanted to protect the pup, but the other part of you needed to be with your alphas.

"They’re not who you think they are… not anymore," he warned.

"I can’t leave them," you bent down, picking up his lightsaber and handing it to him. You smoothed down his hair and looked the child in the eyes, "You need to run. You need to stay alive."

"What about you?" He asked, looking at your fighting unit.

"They won’t hurt me," you nodded.

He just stood up, looking skeptical before looking into the tree line where approaching noises were coming from.

You gave the child a nod before he turned and sprinted off into the woods, disappearing into the snowy wilderness. You heaved in the snow, feeling like you failed somehow.

"Omega?" Tech asked, slowly approaching you, hoping you wouldn’t snap.

You refused to face them, feeling your tears slide down your hot cheeks, "What the fuck just happened?"

Ruh Roh... it's imperial Crosshair time...

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Taglist: @substantial-exposure

@rains-on-kamino

@minimissmoo

@z-and-the-batboys

@aynavaano

@9902sgirl

@sideofhorny

[f1-stuff]

You mentioned omegaverse in the surreal DC reblog where he’s commenting far too much on Charles’s smell lol and it made me wonder if you’ve ever considered writing omegaverse Charlos? Do you have any interest or not so much your thing?

Love your work <33333

Hello! ❤️ I didn't used to be into omegaverse very much tbh, but something clicked in the last couple years and I started to vibe with it a lot more. I actually did start to write an abo charlos fic, that's also a Victorian-era royalty arranged marriage situation (woo that's a mouthful 😂), but I haven't added much to it in a while...

The funny thing is that I find myself forgetting it's abo while writing bc there's so much else going on, and then I have to throw in a line about someone's scent asghfjlslsdk. But anyway, I'm gonna share a little more of it now just because I feel like it's been a while since I posted a fic or a snippet...

“Charles.”

Impatience has crept into his mother’s voice by the second utterance of his name, and yet Charles still takes the time to finish the page he’s reading before clapping the (dreadfully boring) book shut and looking up at her expectantly. As usual, she doesn’t look particularly amused by his stubbornness.

“Charles, I was thinking that perhaps you and I should stay away from the palace for an additional month or so.”

“What?” he frowns. “Why?”

“To rest,” she suggests. “It’s been a very tough week, and you still don’t look well-”

“Maman,” he sighs, rubbing his temple where a headache is starting to form. Of course, he won’t tell her that. “I feel fine. And I’m ready to go home. We already missed Uncle’s birthday. We are not missing Papa’s.”

His mother doesn’t reply. It’s not the first time she’s brought it up, and it won’t be the last, but Charles isn’t losing this particular argument. Not even if he has to escape back to the palace himself. A week away from his father in his poor condition is already too much to bear, let alone the prospect of more time apart.

Charles and his mother’s retreat to their country residence had been unavoidable. The ‘very tough week’ in question is Charles’ heat, which had been brought on early due to the stress he's been under, caused by his numerous advisors' renewed efforts as of late to convince him to sign the regency order. No doubt they’ll be hoping that now, weakened by five days of fever and delirium, he’ll feel further compelled to relinquish his power to a regent in the event of his father’s death before he’s come of age.

It’s never going to happen, and his mother doesn’t need to try to protect him by hiding him away for a month either. She, along with everyone in that damned palace, treats him delicately enough as it is. Ever since he’d presented around eleven years old, he’s been wrapped in cotton wool. But just because he’s an omega doesn’t mean he isn’t perfectly capable of standing up for himself. In fact, he can’t wait to be free of the silly protective measures that were put in place almost seven years ago. The moment he’s crowned, he’s doing away with all of it.

“Really, Charles. I hope you’re not upset we had to come here. You know that it’s for your own safety-”

“Yes, maman, I know,” he interrupts, then sighs and aims a small smile her way to soften his exasperated tone. “I’m not arguing that. But I don’t need any more time to recover. It isn’t as though I do much more than this in the palace, anyway.”

Reading books, painting, playing piano and chess - there isn’t much more that he’s allowed to do. The other activities that his brothers partake in, like horse riding and archery, aren’t permitted for him, nevermind that he performed them just fine before he’d presented. That argument has never worked to convince anyone to grant him allowances because it’s not really about whether he’s capable.

“Well...if you’re certain.”

“I am,” he says, firmly. His mother nods.

Good. That’s settled, then. She speaks again before he has a chance to reopen his book.

“The other thing I’ve been meaning to discuss with you - your uncle has invited the Sainz siblings to come and stay at the palace. You met their two eldest when you were very young, but I’m sure you don’t remember.”

“No,” Charles confirms, intrigued. “Who are they?”

“Their father is a Spanish duke, and his son, Prince Carlos, is just a few years older than you. Unlikely that he will ever inherit the throne, but it is a distant possibility.”

Ah. So a marriage prospect, then. Charles bites back a sigh. From one prison to another.

“You should get to know him better,” his mother says, reading his expression.

“Why?” he asks, just to be difficult. He knows very well why.

“Because. Your Uncle Thierry thinks it’s a good idea.”

Well, if his uncle thinks it, then so it shall be.

Charles sinks further into his chair, grabbing the book he’d set aside and reopening it pointedly. His mother takes the hint. (The book may be a dull one, but at least it serves its purpose as a conversation ender superbly.)

****

“Monaco could be a very important chess piece in future conflicts,” Caco explains, leaning against the table to address his young cousin. “It is under the military protection of France, and having the force of France at our disposal could be instrumental in quelling potential unrest.”

Carlos Junior looks up at him from his seat at the desk, notes of skepticism in his expression. He doesn’t make an objection just yet - his cousin would not be telling him this unless it had come from his father directly.

Caco sets down a piece of paper in front of him. It’s a drawing of a young man who can’t be more than eighteen, his boyish features evident even in sketch form. The other thing that is undeniable is his beauty, a sense of mischief and innocence dancing in his eyes that has Carlos wondering if it’s a faithful representation.

“Is he this pretty in person?”

Caco simply gives him a look, not dignifying that with a response. “That is Prince Charles, heir apparent to the Monegasco throne, seventeen years old. In the next few weeks, you will study everything there is to know about him - his favorite novels, plays, composers. You will brush up on your French-”

“Wait, wait, cousin,” Carlos interjects, blinking in confusion. “What does a prince have to do with me?”

“That omega...” Carlos’ gaze shoots up to his cousin, brows raising. “...has everything to do with you.”

Ah. That changes things, indeed.

“As I was saying,” Caco continues, sighing. “In order to keep the prince safe, he’s been kept sheltered from his father’s court for years, ever since he was a boy. Thus, when he does make a rare public appearance, such as at the opera or ballet, his mere presence causes quite a stir.”

Carlos’ eyes return to the paper in front of him, his gaze tracing a path over the prince’s nose and settling at the elegant curve of his lips.

“You must win his favor before anyone else has the chance,” his cousin says. “The first visit in a few weeks’ time will be vital. We can afford no mistakes. But always remember, you are first and foremost a Sainz. Do not forget the reason behind all of this, no matter how ‘pretty’ his face.”

Carlos tries to bite back his smirk, but likely fails from the look his cousin sends him.

“Charm him, Carlos. Make him smile. God knows you are good at that. The rest will be up to fate.”

[the-black-manor]

Having to muzzle your vampire during his rut because his biting becomes dangerous for you.

[pagesupinflames]

i do think about ruts and heats with werewolves a lot. i truly do. i think that’s really concerning but honestly ???? i think abt it. hands up and i’m admitting it. what ??? why r u looking at me like that ??? FUCK you. i DO think about knots with david shaw.

[asexual-angsty-writer]

Beta!LQG taking care of OA couple Bingqiu during their heat/rut.

Like, he struggles for a solid 15 minutes trying to make something akin to a nest — running around trying to get stuff.

Hunts animals, brings them back and watches the Cooks closely to make sure they don't try nothing on the food.

Maybe hand feeding his shixiong and his shixiong's annoying (-ly handsome) demonic husband.

Sitting close by or guarding them to make sure they're okay.

Scented candles he pre-made by hand for their next heat/rut to help them through it.

LBH is just cronked out, while SQQ has some amount of lucidity — but that's mainly to demand attention and affection.

LQG may have coo'd and crooned while holding LBH once, because he was having some rut-enduced nightmare. (He swears that if SQH says anything about it, he'll make sure nobody finds him again)

Nobody is allowed to comment about the fact he smells so much like them once the joint heat/rut is about to end — mainly because he realized neither remembered the fact he was there and thus he shall keep it that way.

On hand suppressants/scented oils because too many plants enduce ruts/heats, and these two idiots keep falling into them-

(LQG's inner beta wants to stay so badly, but he pulls himself away. Which is why he usually ends up dealing with Moshang — Elder beta want to cuddle younger beta; Alpha dosen't know how to express friendship, so just does as his mate suggests in that situation.)

[frankthesnek]

✨️ New Story ✨️

Animal I Have Become (rated E)

Stony (Tony Stark/Steve Rogers)

a/b/o dynamics, rutting, rough sex, shsmless smut

4.5k words

Stony Bingo space N3: Bullet wounds. @cap-ironman

Being injured and stranded behind enemy lines is pretty much old news for Tony and Steve at this point. However, this time it comes with a twist—Steve's injuries send him into rut. When Tony refuses to abandon his friend there's only one way things can play out.

[chocobochaserstories]

Knot Dynamics

Short drabble on knot dynamics. Also very excited to announce that my autistic ass got her hands on a surgical anatomy textbook from 1951! I went to my friend’s hometown for a festival and they had this antique bookshop, so I got the surgical anatomy textbook and a medical dictionary from 1957 (originally published in 1900!). So naturally I referenced the some of the chapters when writing this, especially nerves. TW: Reproductive anatomy discussion, sexual intercourse discussions, author has no filter, minors DNI

Alpha-Omega

Alpha-Omega pairings are the most commonly thought about, and while they are not statistically the most common due to how society breaks up (betas being the most common secondary gender), biologically Alphas are drawn to Omega partners. Omegas are the most capable of taking an alpha knot, and their vaginal canal is the most elastic in nature of the three secondary genders, being that omegas are the most biologically compatible with alphas.

Alpha-Beta

While not uncommon, Alpha-Beta pairings are not considered “common” either. Betas are immune to pheromones, which are a primary means of communication for alpha and omega individuals. As a result, alphas and betas generally aren’t attracted to each other as commonly as alpha and omegas are attracted to each other (or alpha-alpha/omega-omega). On a biological level, it mainly a satisfaction concern. Alphas and omegas can have all the aspects they desire in a relationship; the mental satisfaction of a loving partner, the physical satisfaction of pleasurable intercourse, but without a partner who can understand and communicate with pheromones, the emotional satisfaction often just isn’t present. This is a contributing factor to why many Alpha-Beta/Omega-Beta relationships don’t hold strong in the long run. 

In terms of taking a knot, while it certainly is possible, it’s not going to be as easy as an omega’s ability, just because a beta is, in terms of anatomy, just a “normal” human. Of course, obviously it is possible, it takes a lot of foreplay, preparation, and caution to prevent accidental harm or damage to a partner’s vagina/rectum. To aid in this aspect, a set of dilators like those used to treat vaginismus (an involuntary tightening of the vaginal muscles which can cause difficulty druing intimacy, can also incluse painful spasms) are recommended to aid in preparing for bedroom activities, as well as utilizing pelvic floor exercises to keep the musculature strong.

Alpha-Alpha

The least common pairing, just because compared to betas and omegas, alphas have the least elasticity in the vagina/rectum, which can lead to discomfort during intercourse, especially considering that on average, alphas tend to possess larger than average penises. While biologically possible, in most cases, penetrative intercourse is more uncomfortable for Alpha-Alpha pairs, especially the first few times. Of course, it is possible to have comfortable intercourse for alphas, but precautions similar to betas should be taken to avoid injury on either party. 

Another concern to cover is the subconscious dominating trait than many alphas possess. The average alpha often has a subconscious desire to dominate. Caution should be taken to prevent either feral ruts or accidental bitching (to be covered in a later post.)

[ratatatastic]

maffew and sasha syncing their heat (chucky) and rut (barky) so they can spend it together is so romantic #husbandgoals

im glad maffhew is getting dicked down right now and that sasha has a nice wet hole to bury himself in but GIRL WE ARE FIGHTING FOR OUR LIVES OUT HERE

CAN WE PLEASE NOT SYNC UP OUR CYCLES RIGHT NOW

[little-meowyao]

For the ask game: Au where JGY got pregnant instead of QS

Rusong doesn't die bc JGY is way more fussy/paranoid about his safety

LXC has a mini breakdown about "how could someone refuse to look after their baby WHY WHY WHY" (Qingheng-jun you mf)

NMJ finds a way to give JGY grief about it in some way or another (he didnt know JGY can get pregnant maybe 👀)

JGS dies way earlier because of nasty comments about JGY or the baby

Qin Cangye flips out

[renegade-diamonds]

I'm so nervous about sending asks aaaa but I wanted to tell you I LOVED your take on alpha Nancy and Omega Robin, and the idea that they presented when they met is just chef kiss. I wonder if Nancy, being an alpha, has some sort of special protective instinct when it comes to omegas, especially Robin, who has now captured her attention in such a peculiar way. She hates smelling her stress, and there's a point in which she smells it every time she's near her (Robin freaking out around her and being so nervous because she knows Nancy is an alpha and must be able to tell when she's distressed, or aroused, or anything really, and for someone as closed off as Robin that must be extremely upseting and frustrating).

So now Nancy just feels an irresistible urge to protect Robin and keep her always within her sight. It's something she can only explain as weird alpha instincts making her act like that - though being protective is in her nature, and she's always protected those she loves. I wonder if there are any other omegas in Nancy's circle for her to compare the feeling to - maybe Will, or her own mother? Not great comparison points. It just makes her more confused. She's confused as to why she feels so protective of Robin and why it makes her so upset to sense her distress. Omega fear is just something else.

HIIIIII! I've seen your ronance content, and I am a BIG fan!

All alphas have a strong protective instinct for their friends and families, but Nancy's got dialed to a 10 after everything with the Upside Down started. She's honestly worse than Steve at times, but she's way more controlled and nonchalant about it (even though Nancy's always standing on business when it comes to dealing with threats).

She checks on the kids twice a day, and spends every other night in the hospital with Max so that Lucas and the others can get rest at home.

But her emotions are completely fucked when it comes to Robin. Once they start really getting closer, Nancy has to make sure Robin's safe. They talk on the phone every night before bed, and Nancy makes sure Robin has a walkie-talkie on her at all times.

When they start organizing patrols to deal with the open gates in Hawkins, Nancy always makes sure Robin's scheduled either with her or Steve.

One night, Mike gets scheduled with Robin and Nancy for a patrol and realizes his sister is in love again after she absolutely pulverizes a demodog with her shotgun. It knocked Robin to the ground and nearly bit her arm, which sent Nancy straight into a rage. To this day, he still swears he heard Nancy growl at it- something he had never heard her do before.

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.22

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Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Heat Cycles, rut/heat, might be dabbling into a little substance abuse related (tiny) hints of non-con? Idk I feel like that's dramatic but I'm putting the warning regardless.

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Your head ached and you could start to feel your heart beating in your ears. The overstimulation in this freaking cafeteria was starting to ware you down.

The harsh lights over head and the tinkering of metal cups and utensils grated against your hearing like claws on gunmetal. You could feel the beginning of a twitch starting in your left eye.

“Hey there, Y/N.” An unfamiliar reg and alpha approached setting this tray down cautiously in front of you.

You barked, “What?!” Looking up from your barely touched meal.

He gulped nervously clutching his tray slightly. 

“I-I uh…” He stuttered. 

“Don’t take it personally Champ.” Wolffe laughed sliding in beside you, “She’s in pre-heat. Got her real snappy and all that stuff.” He nudged you slightly making you growl and shove the Commander making him laugh. 

Wolffe raised a brow, “Though, I’d suggest getting lost before Crosshair catches you. Doesn’t like the regs flirting with his mate.” Wolffe flicked your collar making you slap at his hand.

Champ just raised a brow and gestured to the other 104th boys coming to settle in on your other side, “B-but-“ 

“Ahh, we don’t count.” Bolt chuckled, “Were on a very short list of approved regs that can socialize with little miss cranky over here.” 

“Bolts I swear to the maker I’ll spork your eyes out if you keep talking.” You were squeezing the only utensil you were permitted to use after your little collar and butterknife incident. 

“Yeah but then you’d have you eat with your hands for the rest of time.” He smiled cheekily shoving the lunch slop into his mouth happily. 

You just growled again and slammed your fist into the table making Champ jump. More 104th boys rolled up slowly crowding out the confused reg who seemed to just want to get to know you. That's unfortunate.

Eventually he was scooched out of your vision and you dropped the spork to rest your eyes in your palms and your elbows on the table.

“That’s like the eight reg to try and talk to me today.” You grumbled. 

“It’s your smell Ad’ika.” Wolffe chomped down on something crunchy. 

“What, now…” You rubbed your eyes even more.

“It’s changing, it’s like, sweeter than normal.” He said sniffing the air slightly around your head. 

“It’s getting stronger.” Bolts added, “Might be attracting the others.” 

“Ugh.” You groaned rubbing your tummy. The cramps were starting low and slow this morning. When you finally peaked up, you noticed them all throwing you cautiously concerned glances. 

You raised a brow at Wolffe. He just looked at your tray. You sighed knowing what he was asking on behalf of your mate. You just decided the fight wasn’t worth it and used your spork to shovel up the nutrient dense grains and vegetables. You chewed diligently making Wolffe relax and return back to his own lunch. 

You and the 104th garrison ate in calm silence as the rest of the mess chittered on and socialized. 

It was nice having the 104th. 

They reminded you of your pack, the 501st. It was so comforting to having familiar voices and smells again. You knew even Crosshair was starting to warm up to them, though he’d actually die before admitting such a thing. The fact he trusts them to watch you while he’s working was sign enough. 

You went to take another bite before feeling a pinching ache in your core making you whine. You dropped the spork to take a breath letting the cramp pass. 

“You okay?” Stunner asked watching you crinkle your brows in pain. 

You just nodded, “Mhmm.” Baring down and trying to ease the ache. 

“Bolts?” A sweet voiced Togruta approached the table making the clone turn around. 

“Hi Asha.” He smiled standing up to kiss her. 

You watched with a smile seeing the way he interacted with the omega. He was as sweet to her as Wrecker is with you. He gave her his portion of polystarch and smiled watching her nibble on it.

It was cute. 

“Found an omega yet, Commander?” You nudged Wolffe with an elbow. 

He just huffed, “None to my liking.” 

You smiled seeing the way the other boys all raised her brows in knowing. 

Poor commander. 

“You know you’re going to have to bite the bullet at some point. The admiral wants pups.” You sporked some more warm grains. 

“He wants your pups, omega.” Wolffe reminded, “We’re just extras.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You swallowed thickly. 

You watched as the other regs seemed to find themselves in little pairs the various omegas had scented out some strong alphas to their liking and you watched as they started their little mating rituals. The shared food. Little notes and doodles. Lingering touches. 

You smiled remembering the way Crosshair would let you use his data pad to blast his music while you hung out on the marauder between the action. Then the way Wrecker would always give you a bite or two of his snacks, which Tech never failed to remind you how rare that was. Then you remembered how Hunter and Tech had spent their free time in hyperspace building custom armor for you when you were working for Sid. It made you smile. They had always been doing their little courting rituals even if none of you had really noticed it. 

Then there was Echo who you were actually starting to miss the most. The comfort he brought you, as a best friend would. His sturdy presence was a reassurance like no other. You also missed the belly ache laughing you always had with him. The nostalgia was making your chest tighten with emotion. Fuck, being trapped in imperial custody was really getting old fast.

Your thoughts then moved into missing the way they would embrace you. Hunter’s little touches every time you’d pass him in the hallways. The way he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you no matter where you found yourself. The galley? On your waist. Reaching for something high up? On your shoulder blades. Bending down to grab something? On your ass. He was always there. You shivered remembering the sensation of his warm calloused hands on your skin. You felt the goosebumps on your arms as Wolffe coughed snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Y/N.” He looked at you wide eyed. 

“What?” You returned the look. 

“It’s happening.” He slid back on the bench slightly giving you a little room. 

“What’s happening?” You sat up straight looking alert.  

“Your heat.” He coughed again, “I can smell it.” 

You stared blankly before watching him stand up abruptly, “C’mon, we have to get you back to Crosshair.” 

You stood up abandoning your plate. 

Wolffe was right, you could feel the cramping turn into a low pulse in your core. You felt your cheeks start to heat up as the pulse started to turn into a different kind of ache… a yearning. 

“Oh shit.” Stunner covered his nose, “I smell it.” 

“C’mon.” Wolffe urged. 

You let him lead the way out of the cafeteria while a couple of the others followed behind for good measure. The clones never went anywhere alone, they sure as hell weren't going to leave you either. 

“Fuck you smell good y/n.” Stunner nearly sighed. 

“Get a grip trooper.” Wolffe snarled making Stunner come back to reality. The reg straightened up instantly shaking his head trying to stay lucid himself. 

Fuck, you realized your smell could put this whole place into a rut if you weren’t careful. 

Grim cleared his throat, “You gotta walk faster Y/N, the others are starting to notice.” 

All around you, the other regs were starting to perk up seemingly ignoring their other omegas to chase the smell of the ori’sol. 

Kark.

“Stunner. Go get Crosshair.” Wolffe ordered. He placed a warm hand on your back trying to help you along despite the cramps building in your belly. 

You whimpered at the contact making him second guess his placement. He retracted his hand like your skin was on fire.

You entered the residential sector of the base and your feet were starting to feel really heavy. The throbbing ache was starting to move even further south until it was pulsing in your clit. You sighed at the friction as you hustled along. 

“Wait!” You cried out doubling over feeling a roll of cramps power through, “Kriff.” The pain was like a punch to the gut. You were just praying to the gods that Crosshair would get here soon.

Wolffe looked around unsure what to do to help you. An Alpha’s touch could worsen the symptoms, but given that you were struggling to walk, he wasn’t sure what else he should do, it was becoming a pretty do or die/mate situation. He was struggling to ignore your smell as temping as it is.

Looking to his sniper, Grim just gave him an unsure glance before they both knew what had to be done....

Bending down, they each took one of your arms looping it around their shoulders before they carried you the rest of the way together. Just like they had done hundreds of times with their injured brothers, they carried you with precision locking onto the residential sector. 

You cried out feeling their hands on your skin making the warmth of your heat activate in your chest like forest fire. The sensation of multiple hands on you immediately made you think of your mates and the immediate slick response kicked in.

 

Other clones turned to see what was happening but Wolffe just gave them a death stare cold enough to made them whimper and lower their heads trying to ignore the dramatic scene. 

“Alpha.” You whined trying to press your face into Grim’s shoulder. He resisted as best as he could but it was getting difficult, your were smelling too delicious. It sent butterflied through his rib cage hearing you preen for him. 

“C-commander?…” Grim groaned trying to fight the need to comfort the omega. His alpha was starting to respond to your cries. He gently rubbed your hand with his thumb as a compromise.

“I know, just focus a little longer.” Wolffe tried holding his breath instead of inhaling the now copious amount of pheromones you were pumping out of your glands. 

Wolffe grunted dragging your body a little further before finding your door and using your hand to enter the scanner clumsily. 

They both hauled you inside walking over to the large sofa covered in blankets you had been fussing with the past few days along with rearranging Crosshair's boxers and shirts into little piles.  

They practically threw you into the unfinished nest before scampering out of the apartment like nervous virgins. You flopped down bonelessly with a yelp before feeling the soft cushy fabrics under you and rubbing your face into them forgetting about them.

~~~

Grim coughed roughly trying to dispel your scent from his nose. Wolffe pawed at his face trying to snap out of it. Your scent was beyond intoxicating, it was like a magic spell. Nothing he could ever think of smelled like ori'sol omega.

But, you didn’t belong to them. You belong to Crosshair. 

Kark. 

He had to adjust his pants slightly forcing himself to chill out. The Commander was suddenly regretting not snatching you up on Kasshyyyk and claiming you as his own before the Batch.

That smell would haunt him for the rest of his days. 

Through the door they could hear you whimpering in pain but luckily your smell wasn’t able to penetrate the sliding doors. That would have been it for Wolffe, nothing would be able to stop him from aiding you if he caught another whiff of that scent. 

Grim suffered slightly, “She’s a handful, huh?” 

Wolffe huffed, “You have no idea.” 

“Hey! Commander!” Stunner’s voice cut through the silence and soon they saw their pack mate and Crosshair approaching quickly. The sniper looked agitated as all Sith's hells as he broke into a sprint to the door closing the distance between him and his mate.

Both Wolffe and Grim side stepped out of the way letting the defective clone rush inside. Before the door slid close behind him, they caught a glimpse of you writhing in the blankets tearing at your clothes as the heat clearly had taken its course.

“Kark, that was closer than it needed to be.” Grim sighed. 

Wolffe just nodded in agreement before they all took off back to their dormitories. 

——

“Alpha!” You cried out seeing Crosshair through bleary eyes. He rushed over to you immediately kicking off his training boots before crawling over you. 

“What happened mesh’la?” He was frantically looking for something in his pocket before he knelt over you running his hand over your cheek. 

“I-I don’t know… it just came on so fast.” You whimpered pushing into his hand and turning your head to lick at his wrist gland. He shuddered feeling the slick of your warm tongue. 

“Alright little one,” He sat back on his heels yanking his shirt over his head. Then went yours and your binder. He grabbed the hips of your soaked panties and threw those off too adding them to the pile of useless clothing gathering in the nest.  

You ran your hands all over his exposed chest grabbing and pulling at anything you could, but he had to stand to step out of his pants and boxers leaving you in your pile of fabric to whine as you watched him strip and reveal his lean muscle covered body. It made you impossibly wetter, the slick was starting to leak from your core and soak the blankets just from watching him undress.  

He knelt back down taking pity on you and crowded your form, enveloping you in his warmth. You purred feeling his weight settle between your aching thighs. You spread them as far as physically possible trying to get him as close to you as you could. Crosshair was so damn tall, like Tech, you struggled getting him to listen to wriggling.

He reached down with his left hand to start rubbing slow circles on your clit making you absolutely vibrate with pleasure. Your little cries muffled into his chest as you vaguely felt him reach for something over your head. 

Crosshair pressed down a little firmer drawing you so close to your climax and you squirmed underneath him feeling your muscles contracting. 

Then, like a tiny little prick, you felt something sharp in your arm. You didn’t even have time to let out a yelp before your orgasm washed over you leaving you panting and twitching under his calculated hands.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting back on his heels again stroking himself a few times looking down at you with a very satisfied grin. 

“My beautiful omega.” He preened leaning down and guiding his tip through your absolutely soaked folds. 

You rolled your hips trying to feel more of him and he happily surged forwards pushing past your opening and filling you with his solid length. You sighed feeling the air punch out of you as you purred feeling so, so fucking good. 

“Cross!” You cried out as he became flush to your body. He grunted letting his head fall slightly before rearing back to set a consistent pace. 

“Fuck’mega.” He growled into your neck making you whine, “You feel so damn good, pretty girl.” 

Running your needy flustered hands all over his rippling muscular back, you dragged your nails across his milky skin as he picked up his pace. 

Crosshair nibbled at your mating gland making you writhe against the cushions pulling and pushing at the soft fabrics.

“Alpha please!” You begged baring your neck to him trying to press your gland to his lips, “Please Cross.” You whimpered. 

“Not yet baby.” He choked out fighting the instincts in him seeing your submission to him. Nothing would make him happier to call you his, but it wasn’t something either of you had discussed yet. He could almost hear Hunter's responsible lecture ensue at the idea.

You huffed frustrated you wont be able to satiate the need, but it was like Crosshair knew exactly what you wanted. He ran his incisor along the fleshy part of your shoulder just next to the gland where he placed a gentle kiss before sinking his teeth into the neutral skin there. You yowled as he kept his mouth there making you spontaneously orgasm from the sensation. 

“Fuck!” You screamed tightening around him making him grunt as he was also suddenly thrown into an orgasm feeling your sudden and violent pleasure through the bond. He released your skin as he thrusted through his climax. He stopped when his knot inflated locking the two of you together as he pumped you full of his seed. 

Your breathing started to steady as he lovingly licked at your shoulder and the little indents he made with his teeth. 

When he pulled back to look at you, he noticed your irises were totally blown, you were lost to the heat. Reduced to the most base form of your designation. Fuck were you beautiful. He couldn’t help but trace your facial features with his hands memorizing the feel of your cheek bones and jaw. 

It was unlikely you’d remember much after this, he knew it could be a bit of a haze for the next few days. 

He carefully rolled the two of you over clinging you to his chest before settling you on top of him to let you rest. 

Crosshair massaged your mating gland with his thumb lightly making you pulse around his knot while you drooled slightly on his chest as you squirmed. 

“Such a good girl.” He whispered feeling his inner alpha start to really come forward. He had fought it as long as possible to make sure you were taken care of, but now he knew you were safely in your new nest for the next week, he could let himself fade into the back and let his alpha take care of you. 

It was a lot like Mimban, but at least he didn’t have to share you this time.

He nosed your hairline with a happy huff.

He nearly forgot about the situation outside these walls, and frankly he couldn’t make himself care much at the minute. Not with your hot cum filled cunt squeezing him like a vice and your bare skin melting into his. 

Nothing mattered besides feeling you cum again. 

The moment he felt his knot start to deflate slightly, he pulled you off of him just to place you on your hands and knees next to him with a tired whine. 

“I want you to give me another one before I let you sleep, omega.” He snarled surging forwards again making you lurch forwards from the force.

You flopped onto your chest squishing your tits into the cushions. You didn’t even have time to think through the heated brain fog before Crosshair was rutting into you again with renewed energy. His impossibly strong hands seized your hips in an iron grip as he fucked you mercilessly from behind. 

You cried out realizing there was no other option but to just take whatever he was giving you. There was no point in fussing with Crosshair, he was the dominant alpha just like you remembered and just like Tech, what they wanted they got. End of story. 

Those damn twins. 

You felt Crosshair’s shooting hand grab the back of your neck before pushing you further into the cushions securing you under him. You moaned as he stoked a particularly nice spot inside you. It was heaven. Your slick and mixed cum dribbled down your thighs giving him even more glide as he sped up his brutal pace. You just bounced slightly under him feeling his fingers flexing over your neck as he concentrated on breeding you. 

“Alpha!” You howled as he found your spot making you shudder. 

“My perfect-mega.” He mumbled lost now to his rut. His hands wandered over the slope of your ass before sliding between your cheeks and finding your puckered hole.

You squirmed feeling his finger lightly trace around your back door. “One day I’m going to fuck you here too little-mega.” He smirked feeling you flinch from his onslaught, “Might even knot you too if you’re good.” He kissed your shoulder making you moan. The idea of Crosshair taking your anal virginity sent sparks through your entire body.

You knew with four alphas it was inevitable, but you didn’t know if it was going to be Tech or Crosshair who tried first. The idea thrilled you. Being filled there by your beloved alphas. Maybe even hunter would fuck your cunt at the same time leaving you devastatingly full with your mates. An omega can dream.

The sniper continued his ramblings in Mando’a as he spanked you on the left cheek making you yelp and jolt forwards with a burning sting.

He growled happily doing it again until your ass was glowing and pulsing from the calculated strikes. The spanks only turned you on more, feeling your pleasure spike in the bond, he replaced his hand with his mouth on your neck. Pushing the property collar out of his way, Crosshair sucked a dark mark into the skin before sinking his incisors deep into your flesh, breaking skin at your nape. You screamed as you were suddenly forced into an orgasm once again as he held you possessively in place with his teeth like you were a rowdy a pup. 

You squirmed trying to escape the burning of his incisors, but he just doubled down squeezing your hips even harder pulling you back onto him. You could feel there would be bruises in the morning but you didn’t care. You soon felt Crosshair’s orgasm through the bond nearly making you cum back to back as his knot popped into place. 

He released you, licking at the wound leaving his alpha pheromones in its place. You shuddered remembering how Hunter’s tongue felt against your skin all those moons ago. 

Crosshair snapped you out of your thoughts as he dragged you with him as he flopped to his side curling around you protectively. 

His chest deeply rumbled like a loth cat as his alpha soothed the two of you post orgasm. He continued to lick and nuzzle the bite on your nape, nudging the collar way, making you moan, feeling his hot wet tongue soothe the angry skin. 

“Jete dala.” He murmured into your hair. 

You snuggled back into his chest enjoying his warmth and the slight swelling in your belly from being filled twice now with his knot. You were satiated and at peace with the heat pains now at bay. 

~~~

That was the last thing you remember from that day. You didn’t remember the second day either, but you vaguely recalled being fed some meats that made your mouth water and copious amounts of water. The brain haze was really in effect. You couldn’t distinguish between feedings and fuckings. Everything just blended together in an orgasmic blur. Not that you were complaining. You didn’t think you’d ever had a heat like this.

You’d never had one where you felt absolutely trusting in your alpha to care for your needs. 

But Crosshair was no normal alpha. 

You had the upmost trust that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you while you submitted to your baser instincts. 

It was heaven…

~~~

That was until what you thought was the fourth day.

You were near orgasm on your back as Crosshair was passionately eating your cunt like it was the last meal he’d ever had, when you heard a faint metallic clicking sound in the background.

Though you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Crosshair’s silvery tongue masterfully manipulated your clit into another powerful orgasm that had your entire body shaking with overstimulation. 

You were about to beg him to let you suck him, when you noticed a small cloud of pink start to accumulate over head.

You tried to open your mouth to speak but Crosshair was sucking a hickey into the inner bit of your thigh making you giggle and squirm as he latched on tighter. 

Pink cloud forgotten, you ran your fingers through his now wavy silver hair massaging his scalp as he left more and more marks on your skin. 

You knew you’d be coming out of his heat covered in Crosshair’s territorial markings and you were thrilled. 

The idea that every single alpha and omega on this base would know that Crosshair had you on your back whimpering for his knot made your tummy warm. You liked that Crosshair was feared, and therefore you were feared. Maybe you had a power kink you didn't know about until now.

Then you began to smell the most delicious sweet scent that had you raising your nose slightly into the air. When you opened your eyes, you noticed a red fog swirling all around you. The red powder danced along your skin landing lightly on your skin. 

Crosshair raised his head slightly, also sniffing the tempting scent. You raised a hand to play with the red swirling powder making you suddenly feel hot… hotter than you have ever felt before.

Instead of the heat gathering in your core, it spread all through out your body making you whine as you felt a copious amount of slick start to drip from your abused cunt like you were starting your heat all over again.

Crosshair shifted slightly raising himself to be eye level as he peered down at you. His eyes met yours and you watched as the black pools of his iris dilated, nearly consuming his entire eyes leaving them as black as dark matter.

You vaguely remember seeing something similar once, but your heat laden brain couldn’t quite get the memory to pop up. 

Then it was like a thin cord snapped inside the both of you, and your two bodies could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to absolutely ravish each other. 

Your bodies quickly became a tangle of limbs as Crosshair urgently thrust inside of you. You clawed and scratched as he caressed and pulled.

You pushed, he grabbed, it was madness.

Absolute sexual madness.

You had never had a heat like this before. The sensation of the frenzy, if you didn’t fuck you felt like you’d die. It was all consuming. Even through the bond you could feel Crosshair’s desperate need. Time became irrelevant. In fact everything became irrelevant. You felt your throat start to tire from screaming as Crosshair pumped you full with his pulsing thick cock without any breaks.

You could barely register the sound of your bodies squishing together over the pulse in your ears.

The pressure was building rapidly in your pussy the longer Crosshair ravaged you like an animal.  Something in you was beginning to awaken, and you started squirming trying to gain access to your alpha’s gland, you really wanted a taste.

You wriggled around until you could run your nose along the puffy gland at the junction of his lithe neck. Without much thought, you pressed your lips to his heated skin and bit down suddenly making him growl in pain.

You bit down until you tasted his crimson blood and he dropped his head and stuttered in his thrusts before regaining his drive to breed forgetting about what you had just done. 

Crosshair snarled and yanked you both up, spinning you around and planting you on all fours before he took you again with ferocity.

The sniper could feel the omega venom starting to burn in the wound making him twitchy all of a sudden. He zeroed in on the flesh wound on the back of your neck from a few days ago before turning his hawk eye attention to your matching gland. 

You didn’t last long.

The pulse in your core became like a tightening coil and soon you were cumming all over Crosshair’s soaked cock, making him roar before he surged forwards latching his teeth onto your mating gland and biting down as he came violently loosing all semblance of control. 

Feeling his incisors pierce your tender flesh, you orgasmed instantly again feeling the bond solidify into something concrete. You didn’t even register the pain, you were just filled with euphoric pleasure surging to every cell in your entire being.

He had done it. 

He completed the bond, binding the two of you together for all of eternity. 

Crosshair panted roughly feeling your blood drip from his lips as he continued rutting despite the two of you being locked together on his knot. He couldn’t stop. He literally, physically, couldn’t stop.

It was like the man was possessed. You purred and preened as he started to settle but it wasn’t long before he took you again. 

Rough and hard. 

~~~

You awoke eventually. Lifting your head, your tummy growled and the hunger pains had certainly made their presence known. 

You groaned rubbing at your eyes rubbing the crusties from them making you smacking your lips trying to re-wet your tongue before you blinked your eyes open taking in the scene before you. 

All around you, the once white and cream apartment was now stained a deep crimson red. You had to blink a few times before you realized you weren’t loosing your mind. Seemingly overnight, your home had been remodeled. You looked around seeing Crosshair facedown asleep in a pile of stained pillows. His naked form was also covered in a light dusting of the powder. You reached down swiping it against his skin before bringing up to eye level. 

“Oh kriff.” You suddenly shot backwards accidentally kicking up a plume of powder making Crosshair stir in his sleep with a groan. 

“Crosshair get up!” You shuffled onto your knees suddenly feeling the soreness between your thighs. It was soreness like no other. You winced slightly adjusting into the cushions again.

The grumpy alpha forced himself to sit up at your command rubbing the sleep from his eyes as well, “What?” 

“Look!” You covered your mouth and nose realizing you’re surrounded with the stuff, “Spice!” Your eyes filled with horror.

 

However, you noticed Crosshair didn’t seem to care about the drugs floating around your apartment. In-fact you watched as his usually pensive expression seemed stone cold as he stared at you. 

“What Cross?” You suddenly felt nervous under his scrutinizing glare. 

“Your neck…” He bit out. 

Your hand went straight to the marled gland making you hiss at the contact. 

Kark.

You watched Crosshair’s soul shatter realizing what happened. He reached to his own neck feeling the little ridges where your tiny teeth had permanently claimed him. 

You were mated. 

You and Crosshair are a mated pair. 

You both sat there starring at one another trying to process this surprising information.

You started to panic. Your shallow breaths turned rapid.

Spice bombs forgotten, you were suddenly filled with an insurmountable amount of guilt realizing what you had done. 

You covered your mouth as a sob broke free. 

He just fingered the ridges trying to understand the gravity of the situation as you sat there and cried. 

You whimpered, “I-I’m sorry Cross…” Your voice broke with sadness. 

He looked up at you with a confused raised brow, “What are you sorry for Ad’ika?” He shook his head, “It’s my fault. I-I knew what you wanted and I d-didn’t stop you.” He shook his head sharing the guilt now. 

You sniffled trying to stop the tears streaming down your powder stained cheeks, “I bit you! Cross I’m sorry.” You were crying in earnest now. All you wanted was for him to comfort you, but you knew he was probably furious. Furious that he’s now permanently trapped to you forever. 

He felt the call through the bond and crawled over to you, forcing your shaking form into his arms, “Ad’ika, you didn’t know what you were doing. It’s alright sweetheart. I’m not mad.” He could feel your guilt ebbing away after his words and the little comforting rubs on your back. It was strange for Crosshair to feel you so intensely.

He already could before the bites, but now…. Now it was like an entirely different level of intimate. He could almost taste your thoughts and right now your guilt and anxiety left a sour taste on his tongue. He wondered if you could feel his too. 

He hoped you could feel the slight bit of shock and excitement. He felt a little selfish, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t envisioned this. Perhaps a little different, maybe a few candles and some romance, not a drug induced sex craze mid-heat, but regardless he wasn’t actually mad at the outcome. He just hoped you felt the same.

“You’re really not mad?” You sniffled. 

He chuckled leaning the two of you against the couch back, “Cyare, I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw you in the fresher.” 

You felt a rush of lust flutter through the bond then it was followed by a sturdy sense of… was it… love? 

You looked up at him wondering if he could feel the similar sensations emanating from you. His eyes lit up and you knew your answer...

“Cross…” You looked up at him letting him wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

“I know.” He tucked your head into his shoulder letting the two of you enjoy the silence, as temporary as it may be. 

Well, well well.... Pip is mated.... hehehe I wonder what the other Batchers are feeling right about now. ...

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[harlequinoccult]

okay... so, i'm not much of an a/b/o fan, BUT, out of SHEER curiosity (+ my friend who IS an a/b/o fan, and a fellow enjoyer of your work's curiosity): what would the slaughter squad be in an a/b/o universe..??

okay im gonna be real with you i don't know jackshit about abo because when it started getting popular in ye olde days of tumblr i avoided it like the plague because people were being so massively weird about it

[vendettasfanfictioning]

isn't this every heat/rut fic ever.

melty. hot. fresh. yours.

[nerosdayinanime]

Responding here to ur tag response to my question on this post so i dont clog up your notes over there 😅

That concept is so cool!! Can you tell me more about the dynamics? (Like what are the specific differences that made you classify Sabito as alpha prime instead of just alpha?)

When you say the Primes effect more and are effected more than the others what exactly do you mean?

Do you become a Prime when you take on a certain roll in your pack or is it just a option during the initial presenting event?

Are Primes like a subsection of their dynamic or are they a whole new one? (3 broad dynamics society vs 5 specific dynamics society)

How does everybody being abo (and Sabito being alive) effect their relationships with each other in this AU compared to canon?

And lastly, what are everybody's designations in this au? 👀

I kinda got carried away with the questions whoops

ok important distinction to get out of the way first- i see a/b/o as terms to describe phenomena, not strict definitions people fall into. i dont like omegaverse things like that bc 1 i love biology & speculative evolution and through that lens it makes absolutely 0 fucking sense to me and 2 i dont like omegaverse basically being reduced to sexism 2.0 with submissive feminine omegas, dominant masculine alphas, and boring betas.

i completely understand and see the appeal in traditional a/b/o but i also think its severely limiting

to answer your questions off the bat:

sabito as an alpha prime mostly just bc i really really like giving him big/visible fangs and that influenced some worldbuilding choices lmao

imagine having ur senses turned up 200%. theyre just as affected by a drop of pheromones as normal dynamics are a litre. theyre way more sensitive to others' and their own is far more potent

theres no 'presenting event' either you stay not very reactive to pheromones(beta) you start reacting to pheromones normally(alpha/omega) or you start to be fuck-off sensitive to pheromones(a/o prime) (ppl dont choose or get assigned a secondary dynamic its just something that Happens and a/b/o are terms used to describe wide trends)

its still 3 broad dynamics, primes are considered a sub-category/more specific variant of alpha/omega

mmm, id say overall theyre pretty much the same? rengokus & mitsuri are closer-knit, tengen and them kinda make a trio, sabito's almost part of the mini-group(The Loud Ones)- sanemi and obanai still dislike giyuu, now its got an added 'omega has his alpha wrapped around his finger and makes him do the dirty work instead' bc he never bothers to defend himself from them so sabito steps up and tells them to fuck off- then theres the obvious kamado situation. sabito's neutral abt them after he gets over his initial anger but cmon. its tanjiro. youre not staying neutral for long. giyuu more protective of them from the get-go

theres only a few ppls who are set in stone lmao- sakonji-alpha sabito-APrime giyuu-omega tanjiro-OPrime nezuko-N/A sanemi-beta obanai-beta mitsuri-OPrime kyojuro-alpha

my version of a/b/o

secondary dynamics arent dependent on sex, theyre two separate spectrums and secondary dynamics are Secondary

secondary dynamics start to develop with puberty, not really finished until somewhere in 20s

you cant tell what someone's secondary dynamic will be until it starts to present

betas are the hardest to tell bc sometimes ppl are just late bloomers, late20s-30s and they still dont react to scents very strongly or havent had a heat/rut theyre probably a beta

[shitty doodle of the parabola graphic- up-down is omega/alpha left-right is not sensitive-very sensitive]

betas still smell scents but arent sensitive to pheromones and their own arent very strong either, some can have mini-heats or ruts. overall if theyre not very reactive to scents and they dont have noticeable fangs or any changes to their reproductive organs theyre considered a beta

alphas and omegas have stronger scents (a beta would need to be actively projecting their scent to be on the same level as alpha/omega's baseline) and are sensitive to pheromones.

secondary dynamics influence sex but are not influenced by sex; males who are omegas can develop female reproductive systems and females who are alphas can develop male reproductive systems. this results in tons of possible combinations, though not everything /works/ since they'd need the matching internal & external parts to actually reproduce.

with male omegas/female alphas; commonly, either the secondary reproductive system doesnt develop at all or the secondary external develops alongside the original*. less commonly the secondary external develops and the original internals swap to the secondary. very rarely the secondary will fuck up the original internals and make someone sterile. very VERY rarely will someone develop both original and secondary reproductive systems that are fully functional

main biggest difference between alphas and omegas is mostly in whether they have a heat(& nest) or a rut(& claim territory)

heats typically start off with some warning signs before the actual heat kicks in(preheat) omegas will start to be clingy and seek safety/closeness with their pack for a few days, along with starting to give off a heat scent. omegas usually dont smell their own heat scent until its already pretty strong(closer to heat) so others around them usually notice the scent first. heat hits with a full body fever for a day or two, its extremely uncomfortable and usually omegas drop out of coherency. behind the scenes all kinds of reward chemicals and other important stuff in the brain are thrown way out of wack- no one really notices that tho bc theyre usually blearily rolling around suffering through a mind-numbing fever. after it abates theyre left with the still fucky brain balance and dont really get back all the coherency they lost from the fever, still a little out of it for the whole duration of heat. theyre more sensitive to changes in their emotions and more sensitive to physical contact, heats in their usual state are non-sexual and an omega simply seeks security affection and comfort from their pack. excessively negative emotions caused by lack of security or comfort can cause an omega to be extremely panicky/depressive/aggressive (borderline feral) and its not fun for anyone involved. the omega going through it is overrun with negative thoughts/feelings/emotions and the scent of an omega going through a disruptive heat is especially nauseating & discomforting to anyone around (an intense need to Fix It and make the omega feel better). on the flip-side, omegas being more sensitive to emotion and physical contact can lead to a state of near constant euphoria/ecstasy in sexual heats between mates (the more traditional version of heat)

omegas will go into heat in the presence of another omega's heat if they are emotionally connected (family, pack, friends, etc) and an omega's heat can cause an alpha to start their rut (& vice-versa ruts causing heats)

ruts cause a similar fucky brain balance but not nearly to the same degree as heats, alphas will seek out affection and their instinct to protect is sent into absolute overdrive. mother hen x500. it causes them to be a lot more agitated which leads to more aggression bc more things are seen as a threat.

sexual ruts with mates sends their instinct to make sure the other IS and feels safe/good into overdrive and They Will Not Leave Their Mate

nesting is the usual find soft things make comfy/safe bed/area for pack and is extremely personal/fiercely defended from those who its not meant for; claiming territory is a wider application of 'make area feel comfy/safe for pack' alphas will patrol or steak out vantage points of their selected territory, like omegas they also dont take kindly to intruders**

alphas are built a bit more for power and tend to be offensive/face confrontation head-on(make opponent lose ground, get threats as far away from my pack as possible); while omegas are built a bit more for speed/agility and tend to be defensive/run loops around confrontations(dont let opponent gain any ground, keep threats from getting any closer to my pack) its not solid evidence when trying to tell someone's dynamic off it alone because people's natural variation is so wide and people's experiences can change how theyd react to stress and such so its usually ignored but trends Can be seen

*giyuu's like that male omega has both parts externally but no uterus so. no mpreg for him</3

**it can be kinda subtle sometimes, one example ive posted is sabito physically situating himself so hes between his pack(giyuu/tanjiro/nezuko) and the threat (sanemi/rest of the hashira)

i think thats everything? feel free 2 ask for clarification if i fucked up explaining or missed something

[knoxic]

fellow omegas, here's a nest inspo for your next heat🥰