#alpha sy

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

svsss disciple au where normal human sy transmigrates into the hit omegaverse stallion novel PIDW, as…an omega disciple in the same year as binghe.

like there’s nothing wrong with being an omega. obviously. that’s sexist or something, right? being an omega is totally fine and normal, it’s just— why couldn’t he be a beta? like he knew there was no chance of him being an alpha, not when he’s basically a self-insert side character in binghe’s story. but he could’ve been normal at least.

instead, he’s got to deal with this weird obsession with the way people smell, and he feels itchy when he doesn’t have enough pillows to sleep with, and he’s eventually gonna go into heat, and it’s all a bit much, okay?!

plus… he lost some jewels in the transmigration. important ones between his legs… and it’s not like he was hung in his first life or anything, but his dick was definitely bigger at this age in his first life. this thing is like, tiny. and now he’s got this stupid hole that leaks WAY MORE than pidw ever said it would. airplane made it sound like it only did that right before binghe and some omega got down to papapa, but he keeps finding his inner clothes uncomfortably damp when it’s time to bathe.

…and sometimes around binghe, it just gets worse. binghe smells better than anything in the world—like milk bread and the first light of morning and the relief of finally finding something you’ve been missing for ages. nobody else smells like that. like coming back home from the road after months, years away. usually, that scent is a warm comfort like nothing else, but sometimes it turns hot, and sy feels his face go hot, and his breath goes a little shallow, and then the leaking between his legs gets so much worse.

isn’t all this a touch too much suffering for one poor transmigrator? it really isn’t fair at all, and sy curses airplane’s name into the dirt every time it happens.

[retributory]

i think svsss omegaverse is so funny because you know bing-ge was like. The annoying awful alpha archetype of all annoying awful alpha archetypes so when bing-mei somehow beats the odds and presents omega out of sheer willpower sqq can't wrap his head around it. how the fuck did he mess the story up this bad

[catzunnyuan]

Alpha in his first life, now Omega SY is raising hell in CQM to build his first nest and yqy tries to gift him material for it only for SY to literally snap his teeth at him

Yqy: 🥺 is it Xiao jiu after all???

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Do You Know What Today Is?

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" Sweet little snapshot 13 years in the future…

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! When I originally wrote this it was around my 13th wedding anniversary 2 years ago and it had me in my feels. Lots of things change when you're growing a family together and I just wanted to put those feels somewhere. When I write Sy, more times than not he is heavily influenced by my own soldier husband, hence this little story. I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading!!!

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Having securely strapped in your 3 year old and given her ‘just one more’ kiss on the forehead, you turn to give Leti a hug. “Thank you again for taking all of them tonight. We’ll be sure to pick them up before it gets too late.”

“Yeah there will be no picking them up tonight, Sunny. Dante and I decided to make tonight a big sleepover party for all the kids. Well mainly the older ones. I’m not so sure how well the toddlers can hang.” She chuckles out.

“Are you serious?” You ask bewildered.

“Of course we are. When’s the last time you two had the whole house to yourselves for a night that wasn't heat or rut related? It’s our gift to you.” She responds.

“Honestly I can’t even remember the last time I woke up on my own time without one of mine needing me for something. It would be nice to have a lay in with my Alpha. You’re sure Dante is ok with this? That’s a lot of energy for one night. With my 3 that makes 5 pups in one house.” You ramble out.

“I’m sure. You’ve taken ours so many times without hesitation. It’s the least we can do. Especially on your anniversary. You guys need some time to be mates. Just an Alpha and his Omega. If you end up pregnant again I want naming rights though.” She nudges your hip with hers.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Factory is closed, remember? During my c-section with Kaylee I had my tubes tied once she safely vacated the womb. My body couldn’t handle another pregnancy anyway.” Your mind wanders to the difficulties of that pregnancy for a moment. “How about we owe you one. Could even be last minute.”

“That sounds great to me. I better get going so we can grab stuff to make pizzas and lots of snacks. Maybe a movie or two. I don’t want to hear a word from you until after 10am tomorrow.” 

“What if I want to check on the kids?”

“They’ll be fine and you know it. If anything happens we’ll call. Promise. Enjoy your time with your Alpha. Turn off the mom brain for the night. Just be an Omega.” 

“Okay. I’ll try. Thank you again.”

“No thanks needed.” She hugs you one last time. “See you tomorrow, Sunny.”

You stand on the porch as you watch your sister in law drive away with your three pups in tow.

Sy will be home in a couple hours. Better get myself ready for my Alpha.

Sy’s POV

As soon as I open my truck door my nose is assaulted with the aroma of perfectly seasoned steak cooking mixed with my sweet little Omegas intoxicating scent. I step through the door and hear music coming from the kitchen, a normal occurrence. What isn't a normal occurrence is the lack of squeals and giggles followed by a torrent of little feet racing to the door to greet me.

Why is it so quiet? Where is everybody?

I take my boots off, place my keys in the dish and head towards the kitchen. “Sunshine, I’m home. Something sure smells good in here.” I cross the threshold and am met with a feast for my eyes. Standing in front of the stove, swaying her hips while humming along to the melody playing through the bluetooth is my gorgeous wife in a little black dress.

“Welcome home Captain.” She turns around to reveal the low plunge of her skin tight garment. The girls displayed like a snack just for me.

“Fuck, Sugar. Look at you. Where are the pups? It’s awfully quiet.” I take a step towards my Omega to embrace her but she stops me with a hand. 

“They’re over at my brother's place for a sleepover tonight. Go have a seat at the table please, Alpha.” She tells me. I'm curious about what’s going on, so I do as I’m told. Not before sneaking a grope to that glorious ass of hers though. “Your horrible at keeping your hands to yourself.”

I take my seat and face her. “Can you blame me? I’ll never have enough of you. Need ta get my daily dose in.” I watch as she turns off the burner and plates our food, setting it gently on the counter before grabbing her phone.

“Do you know what today is?” She asks me as she changes the song, sauntering over to stand between my legs. I’m not having any of that as I run my hands up her thighs and place her on my lap. 

I trace a finger along her neck, grazing my healed mark that I reclaimed more times than I can count over the last 13 years. “If I didn't already know that it was our anniversary, you playing Tony! Toni! Toné! certainly does the trick.” She beams down at me with that radiating smile I love so much. I pull her closer and place my lips on hers, finally getting the kiss I’ve been craving since I left the house this morning.

“Mmm. That’s better.” I place a kiss on her claiming mark, I’ll be freshening it up later if what I think is happening is going on. “So let me get this right. The kids are at Dante’s and we have the entire house to ourselves until tomorrow?”

“That would be correct, Captain.” She relays to me while stroking my beard, a favorite pastime of hers.

“So. If I wanted to place you on this table.” I lift her up onto the table and spread her thighs wide enough to fit me. I notice that my little Omega is going commando under her dress and my dick turns to steel in my pants. She’s already glistening, slick slowly escaping out of her sweet little pussy, making a mess amongst her thighs. 

A growl travels up my chest at the sight before me. “And devour this sweet little pussy til I’ve satisfied my hunger. Then bend you over it and fuck you til your screaming in pleasure as you come undone on my knot.”  I watch her eyes dilate as her chest begins to rise and fall. “You’re telling me, I can do all that without fear of interruption. I can have my fill of my Omega and no one can stop me tonight?”

I watch her swallow and squirm a bit. “Yes, Alpha. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Don’t you want your meal first?”

I just chuckle and pull my chair closer to the table. “Oh Sugar. I’ve got my first course right here and I plan on licking it clean.” I dive in and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, gently sucking the little bundle before pulling back, spreading her lips and thoroughly enjoying every last drop of her essence I can capture on my tongue. I don’t plan on wasting one single minute of us finally having some true time alone.

Every whimper and moan she lets out, only eggs me on more. Only thing on my mind is reminding my sweet little Omega why I’m her big bad Alpha.

The following morning…

Sunlight drifts in through the stained glass window across from your bed, bathing the room in a rainbow hue, rousing you to an oddly quiet home. As you slowly open your eyes, they happen upon a pair of cerulean ones gazing back at you. “Still trying to make sure I’m not going anywhere Captain? I thought you got over the whole creepy watching me while I sleep thing.” You groan out, attempting to tuck yourself in further. 

He just chuckles to himself, shakes his head and pulls you closer to his furry chest, kissing your forehead. “Never Sunshine. I’ll never get tired of looking at the woman that I stupidly almost let get away.”

“I’m glad we both came to our senses before my mom tried to intervene. I don’t even want to imagine what that plan would have been like.” Smiling sweetly at each other, you enjoy the lazy morning vibes, running fingers through sex romped hair, caressing any exposed skin that escaped the one sheet that is covering you both.

The temperature in the room begins to rise the longer your fingers trek across flesh. At some point your lips find themselves tangled in a sensual makeout session. Sy rolls over further onto his back, pulling you with him to lay your body against his large naked frame. 

He starts to skim kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. “Omega. I kind of have a situation here that only you can fix.” He lifts his hips for you to fully feel his ‘situation’. “Imma need ta bury my cock in this tight little pussy and watch you ride me until the situation subsides.”

“Is that so Alpha?” You raise up into a seated position against his abs, reaching behind you to wrap your little fingers around his thick girth. “It does in fact seem like a very hard situation. It would be my pleasure to assist you.” You lift your hips up, canting them back until his bulbous head just kisses your weeping entrance.

With slow, controlled movements, you lower yourself down his length to the hilt. You give a cursory grind, eliciting a moan to escape as the coarse hair along his pelvis stimulates your clit. You take your Alphas hands and place them on your hips as you begin a languorous pace, completely giving yourself over to the sensations of lazy morning sex that you’ve been without for so long. 

Morning quickies in the shower have been more your speed as of the last few years. Although they scratch the itch, it’s nice to be able to just slow down and enjoy each other’s bodies without a time limit. So many things have changed over the past 13 years, your body seeing the most of it. Children, though blessings, really do take a toll on one's body. 

You look down at the still broad, but maybe a little softer round the middle, body of your Alpha, running your fingers through his soft tuft of chest hair as you take what you need from him. His ocean eyes stare back at you with so much love that you almost lose your breath.

He rises from the mattress, pulling you in close, so that your chests rise and fall together, as your hands roam and your lips dance a familiar tango. You have no idea how long you remain locked in that tight sensual embrace of flesh and lust, before the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm creep up on you. 

“Close.” You whimper out, clutching tighter to his shoulders. “Alpha, I’m so close.”

You feel his hands grip your hips, increasing the speed you are riding him. “That’s it ‘mega. Give it to me. Drench my cock so I can fill you up with my knot." He trails kisses along your collarbone, making his way to your claiming mark. "Gonna stuff you so full you'll be leaking out the sides.”

The combination of friction against your swollen nub mixed with the hot wet sensation of Sy's lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your overheated skin was the perfect catalyst for you to succumb to the mind numbing full body orgasm that had been slowly building.

You closed your eyes and rode each wave as they ebbed and flowed. A cacophony of mewls and wails, accompanied by your Alpha's name, exclaimed from your now hoarse throat. 

Allowing your body to guide you, your lips find space along the juncture between your Alphas throat and shoulder, leaving a mark of your own for all to see.

The feel of your luscious mouth clamping down on his flesh is the thing that pushes him over the edge. With a deep growl, you are impaled on his knot, tying you in place as he sinks his own fangs into your supple flesh. Drawing blood as he reclaims his mate. 

You can feel each twitch of his cock as he spills inside of you, filling you to the brim like he promised. Softly withdrawing from your collar, he licks along your freshly marred skin, aiding in its healing. 

Eyes glazed over, as you both revel in your post orgasmic highs, you can't help but run your fingers along his beard as you admire the Alpha you once thought you'd never get to have. Thankful that you both came to your senses when you did and how lucky you are to have a great man like him in your life. 

Sy caresses your back as he looks up at you with a brow raised. "What's that far off look for Sunshine?"

You can't help the beaming smile that plasters itself on your face. "I love you. That's all."

"Love you too Sugar." He pulls you down for a kiss as he lowers himself back down to the bed, keeping you laid across his chest.

You remain, locked together, basking in the quiet afterglow when your phone begins to ring on the nightstand. Sy reaches over and hands it to you. You watch Letis' name flash across the screen before you place it on speaker. You don't even get to utter a hello before she's speaking. 

“Glad you survived all that pent up tension. We better not see you until dinner at your mom’s tomorrow night. Kit told me to tell you that she decided that her, Scotty and Kaylee need another day and night of cousin time. Also your mother is coming over today to teach them how to make her homemade ice cream and apple pie. So enjoy another night of freedom.”

Before you can answer, Sy snatches your phone. "Thanks Leti! See ya tomorrow at dinner." He hangs up your phone and tosses it aside. "Oh you're in for it now Omega. Only time you're leaving this bed is for a bathroom break. I have lots of lost time to make up for."

With a smack on the ass and a deep growl you feel him harden inside you. "As soon as my knot deflates your going to my good little omega and present for me." 

The next afternoon…

Fresh from a nice, long, uninterrupted soak you find yourself gazing out the window as you let your mind wander. Unbeknownst to you, the gaze of your Alpha, leaning against the door frame, is set firmly on you as he takes in your relaxed state.

I haven’t seen her this relaxed in years. I can't have that. Gotta find the time to make sure she gets to reset and recharge more often. 

Your solitude is broken by a smooth baritone. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you in my flannel. Looks far better on you than me.”

“I beg to differ, Captain. I love the way the fabric stretches across your chest. Buttons holding on for dear life. It’s quite the sight.” You chuckle as you turn towards him. “I keep waiting for the day when one finally fails and exposes the expanse beneath.”

He strides towards you, a swagger in his step. “Your sweet little words are about to get you tossed back into that king size bed.” He grins and lifts you up into his arms. “But I know how much you miss the little monsters and your mother would kill me if I made you miss dinner. Learned my lesson the one and only time that happened.”

“Should have known better. Didn’t think you’d ever be on the receiving end like that huh?” You belly laugh. “She’s scary when she wants to be.”

“As much as it pains me to say this, let’s get dressed.” He walks you both into the closest to put proper clothes on. “It’s too quiet round here. It was nice to have you to myself but I have to admit I kind of miss the chaos.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God, me too! Let’s go get our babies.”

Your mother’s house…

You’ve barely walked through the back gate before a squeal rings out. “Mama! Papa! Help!” Kaylee comes barreling towards you as fast as her little legs can carry her. “Unca ‘Te Dragon!” As if on queue your brother bounds around the corner, making his way over to you all. A roaring battle cry is heard before your two eldest, Kit and Scott, attack him from both sides, taking him down in one fell swoop. 

“Stay down if you know what’s good for you, Dante the Black.” Your daughter proclaims. “We brave adventurers shall protect the princess at any cost. Including ridding a Dragon of his head.” She mimicked slashing one's throat. 

Kaylee, now saved, strolls over to her siblings. “Tank you for saving me.” She bows. “Ook. Mama and Papa are here!” Three sets of eyes turn toward you, mischievous smiles affixed to their chubby cheeks.

“What’s with the smiles?” You inquire. “My children aren't this sweet.”

“Nothing.” They say in unison.

“Mmhmm.” You hum. “Come on. Let’s go see if it's time to eat. I’m starving.”

Your mother greets you with a tight hug, holding you at shoulder length to look you over. “Good.”

“Good?” You look to your husband, who also seems confused.

“Yes, good.” She nods her head. “You look thoroughly taken care of. You’re practically glowing. I’m sure if you hadn’t had your tubes tied we’d be welcoming a new pup to the family in 9 months.” She turns and walks toward the kitchen as you stare off, mouth agape. “Boys, put those muscles to good use and help me bring out supper.”

“Yes ma’am” They both say in unison. Before he heads off to do his task, Sy gives you a squeeze and leaves a kiss behind your ear. “She’s not wrong. Fucked out and relaxed looks great on you.” He gives you ass a little tap, walking off to assist Dante, with some extra swagger in his step. 

You're wrangling Kaylee into her booster seat, so she can eat with the ‘big people’. “Mama, why yo neck got wed spots? You hurt?” You look down at your observant little one. “No baby. Mama’s not hurt.”

Your mother enters the room followed swiftly by Dante and Sy. “That’s right Leelee. Your Mama is perfectly fine. Your Papa made those to show how much he loves her.” You give her a look of disbelief as all the adults bust out in laughter. 

Kaylee does not understand what’s so funny. “No funny. No laugh at Mama.” She chastises them, turning to her dad. “Papa. Want wed spots too?”

You all try your hardest to hold in the laughter as to not provoke the tiny terror. “Sorry, sugarplum. Those are special marks for Mama’s and Papa’s only.” She pouts. “How bout I let you have an extra scoop of that ice cream ya’ll made to prove how much I love you instead.”

Her face lights up at the prospect of more sugar. “Okay Papa. We good. Love you.”

You shake your head at your husband as you all sit down to eat. “Oh man are you in for it when she hits puberty. You got lucky with how easy going Kit is. Kaylee is going to run circles around you.”

“Well she is a mini you. I think I can handle it just fine.” He smugly states. “I did survive growing up around you after all. Hey Scotty, toss your Papa one of them rolls will ya.”

You run your hand along his thigh under the table, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You’re lucky I love you so much. Otherwise I’d make you embarrass yourself at this table in front of your kids.”

You ignore his low growl as you fix a plate for Kaylee and yourself. With the look he’s subtly throwing your way, you know may be in for it later, once the kids are off to bed, and you can’t wait.

[writtenbyplato]

recovery

(tap 4 quality)

[missacidburn928]

Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

[nyoomerr]

it's going to be awhile before i get around to spiffing this up to put on ao3 so in the mean time i want everyone to be aware that there's an unwritten version of this au where bingge is less Aware of his gender confusion and spends a very long time slowwlllyy falling into more and more stereotypically omegan behaviors under the guise of "teaching" sy.

breaking point is when he brings back a magic flower that has the power to turn anyone into an omega, presents it to sy, and has to very rapidly go through some Realizations when sy understands this to mean that bingge wants to use the flower on himself.

(cw for omegaverse and Gender Stuff. sfw/mature at worst)

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It’s been many, many years since Luo Binghe spent his rut outside of a nest. He may not have ever had a proper mate, but ever since his rise in power he’s had no shortage of rut partners, and the intensity of his ruts often throw his partners into heat. An omega facing discomfort will instinctively create a nest, and an omega in heat will not be too picky about who it is that comes inside that nest.

So: Luo Binghe is used to spending his ruts in an omega’s nest, even if the nest is different each time. 

He hadn’t realized how used to it he’d become until he was staring down the full force of his rut and realizing that no nest had been created for him; that no nest would be created for him.

Shen Yuan is not an omega, after all. 

Surely, though - surely he would be one, if he’d been born a part of Luo Binghe’s world rather than snatched out of that terrible scentless one? Luo Binghe has never been able to get it up for anyone not actively expelling an omega’s ‘come hither’ scent, but all Shen Yuan has to do is smile at him, or scold him, or pitch his voice up into that spoiled whining tone - 

Surely, Luo Binghe would not feel such fierce attraction to Shen Yuan if the man was meant to be a beta. If Shen Yuan had been born in Luo Binghe’s world, he’d no doubt have all the instincts of an omega, and so he’d surely have been pushed into pre-heat by Luo Binghe’s oncoming rut, and so he’d have built a nest.

Put like that, Luo Binghe has an obligation to help Shen Yuan out. Shen Yuan should be building a nest right now, but he doesn’t know that he should be, or even how to build one, and it’s Luo Binghe’s job as his mate to instruct him. Luo Binghe will show Shen Yuan how to do it just this once - he has watched many omegas build their nests over his lifetime, so he knows how it’s meant to be done - and then the next time Luo Binghe enters his rut cycle, Shen Yuan will know how to do it himself.

“Shen Yuan,” Luo Binghe calls, and then when Shen Yuan raises an expectant eyebrow, very quickly corrects himself: “Yuan-ge.”

“Is your rut in full swing, now?” Shen Yuan asks, and Luo Binghe swallows thickly as he catches the way Shen Yuan casts a nervous glance below Luo Binghe’s belt. 

Shen Yuan hasn’t been… hesitant, really, but he has been clearly nervous to spend Luo Binghe’s rut with him. Luo Binghe isn’t willing to look too closely at the feelings that inspires in him: both Shen Yuan’s nervousness, and the fact that Shen Yuan is still here in Luo Binghe’s rooms despite it.

“Not yet - I’ll still be fully conscious until tomorrow morning, most likely.” Luo Binghe answers, almost absentmindedly. He has to teach Shen Yuan how to build a nest, but now his mind is stuck here, on Shen Yuan’s nerves and how to soothe them. He has to soothe them, he has to make sure his mate is safe and happy, he has to remove the threat -

Luo Binghe forcefully shakes the thought away. His instincts have been prickling at him nonstop like this for the past several days; a side effect of knowing that his upcoming rut will be spent with a proper mate rather than a simple bed partner. 

Shen Yuan has already expressed his dissatisfaction about Luo Binghe’s foolish instinct-driven behaviors this morning when Luo Binghe had dragged him out of bed and into the kitchens so he could keep Shen Yuan in sight while still providing his mate with a good meal. If Luo Binghe’s instincts make him do something unnecessary that causes Shen Yuan to complain again, then Luo Binghe really won’t be able to take it. The panic that had flared through him at potentially offending Shen Yuan so close to a time when Luo Binghe needed him had been… distinctly unpleasant.

So: a nest. Shen Yuan’s nest, which will be built by Luo Binghe just this once, and which will both settle some of Luo Binghe’s uncertainty by giving him a point of familiarity and, hopefully, soothe some of Shen Yuan’s nerves. After all, even if Shen Yuan doesn’t possess omegan instincts, who isn’t soothed by a nice nest?

Luo Binghe clears his throat. “Before my rut begins, I wanted to show Yuan-ge how to build a nest.”

Shen Yuan raises his sleeves up to obscure half his expression, a habit he’d picked up after Luo Binghe had confiscated all the fans he’d been using to hide his face previously.

(Luo Binghe had not confiscated them because Shen Yuan had hidden behind them. Luo Binghe in fact finds Shen Yuan particularly easy to read when he’s trying to hide something, and especially cute when he thinks he’s getting away with it. 

Luo Binghe had taken all those dreadful fans away because Shen Yuan would not stop fanning himself with them, which - while indeed is the point of such an object - had been the cause of one of the bloodiest court sessions in the history of Luo Binghe’s reign, when Luo Binghe had caught the way some of his petitioners had been so clearly trying to get a whiff of the scent that Shen Yuan was blowing about with his fan.

It made no difference that Shen Yuan did not actually have a scent to blow around, outside of the smell of human sweat and the soft milky tones of the soaps Luo Binghe commissions for him. The insult of looking for Shen Yuan’s scent had been enough.

No more fans.)

“A nest as in… like, what an omega builds?” Shen Yuan asks cautiously. Luo Binghe nods, and Shen Yuan raises his sleeves higher. “And Binghe remembers that I’m not an omega, correct?”

Luo Binghe waves a hand dismissively. He does know this, even if he also believes that Shen Yuan should be an omega nonetheless.

“A nest helps to soothe nerves,” Luo Binghe says in place of his thoughts on what his attraction to Shen Yuan must surely indicate about Shen Yuan’s secondary gender. 

Shen Yuan watches him for a long moment, considering. “...Is Binghe nervous?” He eventually asks, and Luo Binghe is startled by the force of his defensiveness at being asked such a thing.

“No,” Luo Binghe says, voice carefully measured. He counts the spaces between his breaths - in for four, out for eight - and reminds himself that he isn’t nervous. He already knows Shen Yuan enjoys laying with him outside of ruts. Shen Yuan’s own nerves will be soothed by the nest, and then Shen Yuan will enjoy spending Luo Binghe’s rut with him, and Luo Binghe will be able to please his mate quite thoroughly.

“Hm,” Shen Yuan says. “Alright. What do you - er, what do I - need for a nest?”

Luo Binghe feels tension slip from his shoulders. Good, good; Shen Yuan will build a nest. 

“Yuan-ge should go grab his dirty robes, and one of mine if you want,” he instructs. “It will be most comforting if it’s mostly made up of your own scent, with only some of your mate’s, and it’s already going to have a lot of mine from the bed sheets themselves.”

It’s impossible to sleep on a bed without scenting it to some degree; the bed Luo Binghe shares with Shen Yuan will always smell more like Luo Binghe than anything else since Shen Yuan doesn’t have the scent glands to rub off on it to begin with.

“Alright,” Shen Yuan says, even though his nose wrinkles when Luo Binghe mentions the dirty laundry. “And while I do that, Binghe should start on the base of the nest, okay?”

Luo Binghe frowns. That doesn’t sound right. Shen Yuan is supposed to be the one learning how to make a nest, because it’s an omega thing to make a nest. If Shen Yuan isn’t present while Luo Binghe works on it, how can Shen Yuan learn?

Shen Yuan hums, reaching up to rest the palm of his hand on the nape of Luo Binghe’s neck. Instinctively, Luo Binghe shifts so that Shen Yuan’s wrist rests properly on the scent gland there; even without Shen Yuan having a proper scent of his own, it’s a pleasant sensation. 

“Good,” Shen Yuan praises him, voice soft. “Now I’ll go paw through our dirty laundry, and you’ll go work on the sheets.”

“Yes,” Luo Binghe agrees, and turns to go and do just that. 

Luo Binghe starting the nest by himself turns out to be a good thing, in the end - he’s never built one before, only ever watching his rut partners do it, so it takes some trial and error to figure out how to create the shapes he wants with the sheets. Shen Yuan wouldn’t learn anything watching Luo Binghe place and replace the sheets and pillows like this, struggling to figure out how to get things to lay just right. 

Luo Binghe has to teach Shen Yuan the right way to build a nest, after all. He knows that what makes for a good nest can be subjective to each omega, but Luo Binghe has always had his own opinions about the nests that his rut partners have made. Surely, as an alpha, the opinions that Luo Binghe has had are the result of finding an objective common denominator from all the various nests he’s slept in. And if Luo Binghe can recreate what feels good for an alpha, then that would give Shen Yuan a good base to customize the nest to his own liking without much trial and error of his own.

By the time Shen Yuan joins him at their bedside, Luo Binghe is quite pleased with himself. It isn’t a good nest yet - it needs their robes for that - but it’s -

“Very good, Binghe,” Shen Yuan praises. Luo Binghe all but preens; it’s a good nest, so it’s sure to ease Shen Yuan’s nerves once it’s done. “Now show me what you’re meant to do with the dirty robes, hm?”

Luo Binghe takes the robes from Shen Yuan - there’s more of Luo Binghe’s clothes than Shen Yuan’s, but Luo Binghe supposes that perhaps the scent distribution doesn’t matter too much for Shen Yuan’s beta nose - and begins working them into the nest.

“This is for - an air current,” Luo Binghe explains haltingly. He’s never had to put into words why certain things make a nest good, but he’s sure that he’s right about some things being an objective common denominator, and that means there’s an explanation for why. “We get air from the window on that side of the room, so the air needs to be directed through the nest like this.”

“To give us fresh air?”

“No,” Luo Binghe snarls, his claws tearing into the robe he’s holding as he goes tense. Then he realizes what he’s done and forces himself to drop the robe, counting his breaths again - in for four, out for eight, in for -

“Ah, Binghe… the rut is coming in sooner than you expected, isn’t it?” Shen Yuan murmurs, bending down to pick up the robe. Luo Binghe watches him warily; of course Shen Yuan can pick up the robe, because this is Shen Yuan’s nest.

He still feels relieved when Shen Yuan hands the robe back to him. He hasn’t finished teaching Shen Yuan how to make a nest yet, after all. 

“No fresh air,” Luo Binghe says, firmly but without the growl this time. 

He chooses to ignore Shen Yuan’s comment about the timing of his rut. It doesn’t actually feel like his rut is settling in upon him, but he feels so - untethered, and yet pulled taught at the same time - and he isn’t sure what else it would be. 

“Alright,” Shen Yuan agrees. “Air flow for what, then?”

“For -” Luo Binghe gestures with one hand jerkily, eyes firmly on where he’s still working the robe into their nest with the other. 

…Into Shen Yuan’s nest, he means.

“- for air flow in the opposite direction,” Luo Binghe eventually gets out. “The window will carry in foreign scents, no matter how tightly it’s closed. This is to keep that out.”

That much Luo Binghe does know for certain as an alpha; it isn’t uncommon for young alphas to start brawls with their neighbors just because their scent wafts in under a door frame. 

“Very smart,” Shen Yuan says, handing Luo Binghe another robe. 

Luo Binghe takes it, but the thought of adding it to the nest makes his teeth itch, and after a moment he hands it back. He doesn’t know if the nest is done, yet - he doesn't have the omega instincts to know - but he needs to come up with a reason to explain why and when the nest is done, because this is the nest that Shen Yuan is learning from.

Shen Yuan catches his arm, and Luo Binghe only barely doesn’t startle.

“Perhaps Binghe would know if his nest is done if he gets inside it?” Shen Yuan asks gently. 

Luo Binghe nods. Yes, yes - maybe his rut really is settling in early, if he can’t even think clearly enough to come up with the idea of getting inside the nest to check it on his own. 

He gets into the nest. He can’t - his memories of nests are usually when lying down, or when hovered over his rut partner, so he can’t compare this nest to the ones in his memories while sitting upright. 

He lays down. The nest is - 

“It’s done,” Luo Binghe says thickly. “It’s - I know Yuan-ge doesn’t like to hear about my past partners, but they’ve helped Yuan-ge today.”

The nest is better than any nest Luo Binghe has ever been in. He must have been right that observing so many omega’s nests would let Luo Binghe objectively build the best one, even as an alpha. 

“Can I come in?” Shen Yuan asks, peering down at Luo Binghe from the edge of the bed. He’s raised his hands to partially hide his face with his sleeves again, and for once Luo Binghe really has no idea what kind of face Shen Yuan is making. 

“Of course,” Luo Binghe says. “Didn’t this lord make the nest for you, so that you could learn how to for the future?”

“Mn,” Shen Yuan says, which is neither an agreement or a disagreement, but he does carefully join Luo Binghe in the nest. “Binghe was right; a nest does help with nerves, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Luo Binghe says, feeling relieved. The prickling in the back of his mind - the instinctual urge to figure out how to help his mate feel better about joining Luo Binghe through his rut - fades. 

Shen Yuan shifts, turning to face Luo Binghe in the nest. He watches Luo Binghe for a long moment, and Luo Binghe watches him back, his heart beating rabbit fast in his chest. Is something wrong with the nest? It’s - it’s perfect, but Luo Binghe isn’t an omega, so maybe Shen Yuan noticed something that Luo Binghe didn’t, or -

Shen Yuan brings his hand up to rest on the nape of Luo Binghe’s neck, a mirror of the way he’d soothed Luo Binghe earlier. He still isn’t resting his wrist in quite the right spot, but Luo Binghe can’t bring himself to be upset about it. The fact that Shen Yuan tries, despite lacking all the instincts that Luo Binghe himself has, is enough to soothe Luo Binghe in place of any calming omega scent.

Still, Luo Binghe begins to move so that Shen Yuan’s wrist is resting in the right spot. Before he can, though, Shen Yuan - still watching Luo Binghe so very, very carefully - shifts his grip on Luo Binghe’s neck and squeezes.

Luo Binghe goes still. That isn’t - it isn’t the way an omega would scent an alpha. It isn’t quite anything, really, since Shen Yuan is a beta without the instincts to guide this type of action or the scent to back it up, but -

But it’s very, very close to the way an alpha might scruff an omega to calm them down. 

Luo Binghe’s breath hitches. His hands curl into tight fists around the front of Shen Yuan’s robes - robes that Luo Binghe had commissioned personally, because he’s an alpha, and because it’s an alpha’s job to provide for their mate in those sorts of ways. 

He gets an immense amount of satisfaction from doing so, too, just the same way he feels nearly gorged on pride and pleasure from caring for Shen Yuan in all sorts of other alpha ways. Feeding him, protecting him, showing off his martial skill - Luo Binghe loves being a good alpha for Shen Yuan. 

He finds himself nearly distraught at how much he loves being scruffed like an omega, too. 

“Ah, Binghe…” Shen Yuan tuts, even as he squeezes his hand tight on the nape of Luo Binghe’s neck, grounding him. “What are those wet eyes for? Did your Yuan-gege not already tell you? I’m not from this world, so what the hell do I know about any of this secondary gender stuff?”

Luo Binghe looks at Shen Yuan helplessly. He knows for a fact that Shen Yuan understands scruffing to be a thing done exclusively to omegas; Shen Yuan had asked about it after catching the way that Luo Binghe had been watching a couple showing off their fresh bonds at a tea house they’d visited. 

Luo Binghe had only watched because he’d wished it to be the sort of thing he could do to Shen Yuan. He - he’d only -

Shen Yuan squeezes again. Luo Binghe goes limp. There’s a tightness in his throat, similar to the feeling right before Luo Binghe growls but far more gentle. 

“I don’t know jack shit about this secondary gender stuff,” Shen Yuan says again, “so I’m just doing whatever I feel like, okay? As - uh, as in, I’m just doing stuff from my world.”

“...Mn,” Luo Binghe says weakly. 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with Binghe being an alpha or anything else,” Shen Yuan reiterates. “So Binghe doesn’t have to think about it in those terms.”

“...Mn,” Luo Binghe says again, even more quietly. 

“...But if you want to think about it that way,” Shen Yuan says cautiously, “then because I’m not from this world, I wouldn’t know any better.”

Luo Binghe takes a deep, shuddering breath. He knew, distantly, that his rut was going to be… difficult, this time around. He knew that his instincts would be working overtime at the thought of having a real mate, and he knew it would be hard to reconcile his own intensity with the fact that Shen Yuan is barely even a beta by this world’s standards. 

He also knew that the shape of his relationship with Shen Yuan would make this rut especially difficult, not just the existence of it. Shen Yuan, his Yuan-ge, his would-have-been-Shizun in another lifetime…

No, even without the titles, Shen Yuan has power over Luo Binghe in a way that no one else ever has. It had been a difficult thing to come to terms with to begin with - and Luo Binghe still feels shame at the way he’d bitten and snapped at Shen Yuan in a panicked attempt to feel like he was still in charge of the relationship after realizing that Shen Yuan had managed to leash him so thoroughly - and that had been when Luo Binghe was in a normal state of mind. Of course that internal struggle would rear its ugly head again when Luo Binghe entered his rut, when his alpha instincts became so much more intense.

He hadn’t expected it to take this exact shape, though. He hadn’t expected to be the one to start it, by building a nest that neither he nor Shen Yuan should ever need. 

Shen Yuan is still watching him, he knows. The grip on the back of Luo Binghe’s neck has loosened, giving Luo Binghe room to think. 

He wants very much for the pressure to return and make it so he doesn’t have to think about anything anymore.

“Since Yuan-ge isn’t from this world,” Luo Binghe says slowly, “I should… inform you about what is expected from my rut.”

“You should,” Shen Yuan agrees with no small amount of grace, considering that he’d already spent the last two weeks anxiously pestering Luo Binghe to get all sorts of details about how alphas behave during rut. 

“During my rut, I won’t be in a clear state of mind,” Luo Binghe continues. “It’s important that an alpha not hurt their mate even in that state, so -”

Luo Binghe breaks off. His jaw clicks as he figures out how to say the next part; if he can say the next part. He is an alpha, even if the dynamics of his relationship with Shen Yuan don’t match those of any other relationship he’s held. 

Shen Yuan moves his thumb to gently slide up and down the column of Luo Binghe’s neck, drawing Luo Binghe’s attention back to the way Shen Yuan is still lightly scruffing him. Luo Binghe breathes out carefully through his nose.

“To not hurt their mate, an alpha might be better off on the receiving end,” Luo Binghe manages to get out. “Even if - even if I cry about wanting to knot you, Yuan-ge can just squeeze with his hands.”

It’s a lie. Shen Yuan knows it’s a lie. No alpha ever would allow their partner to be the one on top during their rut. 

“Good boy, Binghe,” Shen Yuan croons, squeezing Luo Binghe’s neck again. “You’re a very good alpha, thinking about how to keep me safe.”

Luo Binghe’s throat feels tight again. He realizes, so distantly it might have been the thought of another person, that he is trying to purr like an omega despite not physically being able to do so. 

“Is there anything else you should tell your Yuan-ge about your rut?” Shen Yuan asks, and Luo Binghe shakes his head wordlessly.

There’s more that he wants to say, but he doesn’t have the words for it. He might never have the words for it. Already, this feels like too much. 

“Alright,” Shen Yuan says. “That’s okay. You can tell me more next time, okay?”

Luo Binghe nods weakly, clutching tightly to the front of Shen Yuan’s robes. Next time, next time - 

Yes, Shen Yuan is Luo Binghe’s mate, no matter the world he came from or the way it prevents Shen Yuan from actually bearing a proper mating bite. There will be more ruts they spend together in the future. 

“Next time,” Luo Binghe agrees, and leans into Shen Yuan’s touch.

[greeniegaes]

Was thinking of omegaverse SY and how he’s super protective of the other omegas on his peak.

Like one day NYY goes into her first heat and he’s instantly in protect mode, bringing her in the house and covering her in soft bedding and making everything smell nice. All he wants to do is care for her but like halfway through it the other peak lords find out and think he’s doing shit (everyone thinks he’s a beta) and they try taking her away

Leading to one SQQ fighting like 5 other peak lords and winning before LQG makes his way to grab NYY on the sidelines. Which makes SQQ go ballistic and bite him lmao. He takes NYY to the brothel as an improvised heat place. And of course the peak lords follow, trying to save her.

All the prostitutes look at all these alphas chasing after a pair of omegas (one freshly of age) and are immediately like “absolutely not.” And scurry them to the back and are like “nobody here mate” to the point CQS is like “we’re getting the civilian police involved” (who can’t do anything)

After the whole ordeal is over the prostitutes are like “okay, something is up with how they treat omegas. Cause like didi doesn’t feel safe having his heats there, they tried to barge in on this kid’s, wtf is going on” and they report the sect.

Tian Yi or some other big sect look into the matter, realize “hey, a lot of shit isn’t up to code except for QJP and that one is run by an omega in disguise so some shit isn’t right” and they end up having a conference with everyone not on QJP and being like “y’all are shit at taking care of omegas, fix all of this up.”

[allpiesforourown]

thinking about the harem member shen yuan au where lgg is a substitute alpha for sy… the sheer angst potential is immaculate.

Like imagine. Lbh becomes fond of/immensely attracted to sy (bc of course he does, there’s literally nothing else he could do). He hears somehow that sy’s is isolating himself for his heat TODAY and he thinks to himself yeah I’m boutta get it

so he goes to sy’s really tiny corner of the harem, whistling and humming as you do when you’re on the way to bang your hot wife. He kicks lqq out of sy’s wing too while he’s at it bc who’s wife is in heat, master liu? that’s right, mine.

What lbh overlooked: 1. the only omegas he’s spent heats with include a) his wives or b) a distressed omegas he met on a wild adventures that lowkey didn’t have any other options. And 2. omegas that have alphas often spend day before their heat being ~intimate~ or scenting their partner.

Meaning that sy has an alpha, was under the idea that lqq was going to spend his heat with him, and is very, very distressed that his alpha is no longer in the nest with him. And a foreign alpha he’s never scented before is here instead. If he were conscious, sy would have no real issue with having lbh here instead, but he is not conscious and makes the most distressed noises, calling out for his alpha bc he thinks he’s been abandoned.

and lbh is starting to feel more and more angry (and confused and upset and scum of the earth and why doesn’t my omega want me, I’m your alpha, a-yuan look at me) every minute he’s there

and obvs sy wants lbh carnally, he just wasn’t in his right mind. but now lbh is convinced sy secretly hates him. let’s go, classic binggeyuan misunderstanding trope, 300k slow burn/smut shenanigans

Okay but that's literally so deserved binghe. You can't just neglect your wife and show up the second its sex time. Get cucked moron

I for one adore bingge torture when he has it coming. I wanna see shen yuan get railed by someone else for a week straight and afterward talk to binghe like "I heard lord Luo wanted to speak with this one about something before the heat?"

Binghe: what would I want to SPEAK about with someone in HEAT

Shen yuan, annoyed by binghes weird (jealous) attitude: well that's what I'd like to know??

Bingge is so stupid. He better learn to beg on his knees with tears if he wants any chance with shen yuan

[yoyowrites]

omega!shen jiu who hasn't ever had a heat bc of how unsafe he's felt. then shen yuan transmigated (he has a different body) and changes so many things around. before he knows it, shen jiu is feeling the effects of a heat but since he never had one he's actually sure that he's dying.

since sj is sj, he just refuses to tell anyone. he just resigns himself to his fate.

~~~~~~~~

somewhere else, shen yuan and shang qinghua are having tea and shen yuan offhandedly mentions how its good that shen jiu was a beta bc he'd be harder to deal with if he was an alpha.

sqh: "what?"

sy:"yeah, if he was an alpha, he'd be more aggressive towards luo binghe and lou binghe would have some sort of complex about being an alpha."

sqh: "he's not a beta though?"

sy: "???"

sqh: "he's an omega. he just never had a heat because you know" *gestures vaguely*

sy: "but i fixed all that? wouldn't he have had a heat by now?"

sqh: "uh? maybe?"

[anotherbananasong]

@mutt-sys what’s this, talking about feelings after Dew’s attempt to mate with Rain to get back at Alpha? Could this be the start of them finally not hurting each other anymore?

probably not…

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I've got to feel, how it feels, to be loved by you...

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" No matter the circumstances, love finds a way. It’s up to you to accept them.

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! I may have written this as a comfort fic for myself. Happy Reading! I do not own rights to any of the songs or lyrics used in this fic. I have linked them for your hearing pleasure. Please give these artists a listen. Where Are They Now?

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Your brother Dante is finally coming home after a long deployment. Your childhood home is always the first place he would stop once he was stateside and allowed leave. Per your mothers request, your attendance was required for his homecoming.

You're humming along to a tune in your head as you keep busy in the kitchen where you've spent a good portion of your life. You're filling a pitcher with fresh Sun Tea, when the mouth watering scent of amber, sandalwood, leather, and a hint of redwood trees, wafts in. The same scent that's haunted your dreams since you first presented.

You allow yourself a moment to just inhale the intoxicating aroma of the Alpha you’ve been in love with since you were little. The same Alpha you believe could never be yours. He’s your brother's best friend. Which isn't so bad when you think about it, he’s not that much older than you, but you know he sees you as nothing more than little miss Sunshine, Dante’s annoying little sister. 

Your damn hormones just need to knock it off. No matter how amazing he smells, he’s not yours. You’re sure he has his choice in Omegas, hell you’ve seen the types of women he takes to his bed. But I’ve never seen one stick other than Julia in high school and that ended horribly when they left for basic and she found herself another Alpha to claim her in his absence. Stupid bitch. No one deserves that kind of pain. Especially Sy. He’s the most kind hearted Alpha I’ve ever known. 

A smooth southern drawl breaks you out of your thoughts. “Hey Sunshine. How’d I know I’d find you hiding in here?”

“Hey there yourself, Captain. You know me, barefoot and in the kitchen is my second favorite place to be next to curled up with a good book in the sunshine.” You look over at his large frame that is blocking the entry way. “You’re looking good. No visible wounds this time around. Impressive beard. Oh and I’m loving the fuzzy cue ball look.”

“Oh yeah.” He rubs his hand over his head. “Why’s that?”

“It just looks like a good place to run my fingers through. I’m sure it’s soft with just the right amount of prickly. Kind of like you.” You chuckle to yourself.

You watch his cerulean eyes slightly dilate, perusing your body at his leisure. He wets his lips with his tongue, smirking when he catches you following the muscles trek with your own eyes. “Feel free to give it a try anytime, Sunshine.” He winks as he moves out of the way for your mother and brother to walk in. 

“Pipsqueak! It’s been too long.” Your brother pulls you in for a bear hug. 

“Hey Dante. I missed you too.” You squeeze him back.

“Is that Sun Tea?” He says over your shoulder.

“You know it” You release him.

“You’re the best Pippy.” He quips as he makes his way over to pour himself a glass. 

“Meh. I just know how much ya’ll miss the comforts of home when you’re gone all the time.” You shrug. “Speaking of. How long are you back for this time?”

“Well, we weren't going to say anything just yet; but that was our last tour. We have decided it’s time to come home and open up that Auto shop we always dreamed of.” Dante nonchalantly states.

“What?!” You squeak out. “You’re for serial? You’re coming home for good?”

“You heard him right, Sunshine.” Sy cuts in. “We’ve saved enough up to lay down some roots finally.”

“That is just wonderful boys.” Your mother says with tears of joy brimming her eyes. “Maybe finally someone can give me some grandkids to spoil while I’m still young enough to do so.”

“What are you relying on me for? I’ve been overseas most of the time. It’s not my fault Pippy can’t find an Alpha that can handle all her crazy.” Dante jabs.

“You wound me hermano.” You reply in jest. You know he means nothing by it, but the words still sting nonetheless. You’ve tried to find an Alpha compatible enough for you to let them claim you, but it just hasn't worked out. You can't help but instinctively compare them to Sy and let’s face it, no one compares to him. You’ve come to terms with the very real fact that you may never find someone and heat sickness will be the end of you someday.

“Aw come on Pippy. You know I’m just playing.” He gives you his most charming smile. “Sy’s not doing any better either. So don’t feel too bad.”

“Wow. Just gonna throw that out there like that.” Sy says in disbelief. “I’m team Sunshine on this one. I too am wounded.”

This gets a laugh out of you and you smile up at him. “Thank you Captain. It’s good to have someone in my corner against such disrespect.” 

“Alright. Alright. Enough. You kids, no matter how old you get, are always the same. I’m over it.” Your mom pipes up. “You’re finally home for good. That’s cause for celebration. This Saturday we will have a BBQ to mark the return of my boys.” She’s beaming with joy now.

“That sounds like a great idea mama.” You turn towards Sy. “It’ll be nice having you back. Feels like something is missing whenever ya’ll are away.” You glance at the clock on the oven. “Shit! Sorry mama but I gotta get going. I promised Liv I’d watch Ro tonight so she and Cameron could go out. Just shoot me a text with whatever you need help with for the BBQ.” 

“I’ll walk out with ya. I need to grab something out of the truck anyway.” Sy states.

“Sure. Night Mama. See ya later D. I’m glad you’re home.” You turn towards Sy and head towards the front door.

He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out the door and to your car. Butterflies erupt in your stomach from that small touch alone. He sort of crowds you in against your driver side door once you arrive, his delicious scent enveloping you. The calming breath you try and take makes it worse as your core reacts, slick beginning to dampen your panties and the tiniest involuntary whine slips out. You hope he didn't hear you, or better yet that he can't smell the arousal coming off you.

You chance a look up at his face and are met with the flare of his nostrils as he inhales, his pupils dilating with lust and a low growl emitting from his chest. Before your hormones make you do something crazy, you clear your throat and speak up. “Thanks for walking me out, Sy. I’m really happy you’re home.” 

You lean up and place a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Have a good night, Captain.” You quickly open your door and climb in. He takes a step back so you can reverse out. You give him a little wave as you pull onto the street. Gazing in your rear-view you see him, still in the driveway, fingers grazing the skin you just kissed with a dopey smile on his face. 

Saturday…

To say that you’ve struggled through this week, would be an understatement. Your thoughts have been inundated by a certain Alpha and your hormones can’t seem to get the memo that now is not the time to go into a heat. You’ve been feeling preheat symptoms for the last day or two, which means if you’re not careful you may start before you can safely lock yourself away at home. 

Let’s just hope I can make it through this BBQ without combusting into a ball of pheromones and slick. 

You’ve arrived early to help set up. What you don't expect to see upon entering the backyard is Sy moving the outdoor furniture around at your mothers command. Watching his muscles flex and move as he arranges the pieces with ease is not doing your preheat body any favors. You can already feel your temperature rising.

Shaking yourself free of the very dirty thoughts trying to flood your brain, you head over to the tables leaned up against the house to begin the process of decorating and making the food presentable. “D! Get your ass over here and set up these tables for me so I can get them up to Mama’s high standards already.”

“Watch that mouth of yours young lady. You may be grown but you ain't too grown for me to whip that ass.” She snarks as you laugh and blow her a kiss.

“Why do I have to do it? Sy’s the one moving furniture around already.” Dante complains.

“I mean if you’d prefer to look like some weak little beta bitch cus you won’t move a measly table or two while Sy shows off how much of a big strong Alpha he is, so be it.” You shrug your shoulders and begin to set a table up yourself. 

Before you can even get the first leg propped out Dante is snatching the folding table away from you. “Give me that you little fucking brat. Always tearing a man down. No wonder you're still single. No one can handle all that attitude.”

“I happen to enjoy all that attitude. Who says an Omega has to be soft and sweet all the time?” Sy chimes in, taking over setting up the other table. “It’s so much more worth it when you have to work for it in my opinion.” His eyes scan your frame, taking in all the exposed skin, your flannel skirt and crop top put on display. 

“Is that so?” You question. “Thrill of the chase I assume.”

“Nah Sunshine.” He places the table up right and gives you his full attention. “The chase is fun and all. Don't get me wrong. But that final surrender when they submit willingly to you is a rush like no other. When they give in to their wants and needs and just let you take control. Worth every moment of resistance.”

You swallow, trying to bring saliva to your suddenly parched mouth. Other parts of your body are clearly more than properly hydrated. In fact they are starting to make themselves known. You’re going to need a pantie change soon if he doesn't stop looking at you like that while he smells so damn delicious.

“Thanks boys. Now go be useful somewhere else, so I can work my magic.” You shoo them away.

“Still don’t get why I gotta help set up a party in my honor anyway.” Dante grumbles.

Sy slaps him upside his head. “Do you even think before you blurt out stupid shit? Don’t be an ungrateful asshole. You should be thankful you’re alive to be celebrated at all.” He growls out.

“Damn. Shit.” He rubs the back of his head. “I am, okay. Jeez. What the fuck is with you this afternoon anyway? You need to get laid already man. Relieve some of that pent up aggression.” 

“Sorry D. Let me grab us some beer before we start up the grill. Might even let you man it for a bit.” He replies back.

“You most certainly will not, Captain. I would like the food to be edible. He is not to be trusted with the grill. Let him look pretty standing next to you so he can flirt with all the pretty ladies I know Ma and her friends invited. Who I know will flock to get their hands on some Alphas fresh off of deployment.”  You tell him as he walks by on his way into the kitchen, through the patio door. 

He stops in his tracks and tosses you a look over his shoulder. “He can have ‘em. I have my eyes on something far better than tag chasers.”

His response stuns you as he just continues on his way. What could he possibly mean? Is he dating someone? Just my luck. He was never to be mine anyways, right? Looks like I’ll be heading to Maxwells tonight after all.

Sy’s POV

The afternoon has been filled with good food, catching up with old friends and diverting all the female attention to Dante. I have my mind set on one female in particular. The same one who I’ve told myself for years I shouldn't pursue because she’s not only younger than me but she’s my best friend's little sister as well.

I’m over denying myself though. If anything, she smells even better now than when I first caught her scent after she presented. She has a recurring role in my fantasies and I’m ready to make those become reality. Not just the ones that have her writhing on my knot but the ones where she has my mark on her delicate throat, taken my last name and is round with my pup. 

Don't get me started on that barefoot and in the kitchen comment she made the other night. The images that produced, had me subtly readjusting before I embarrassed myself. Almost had to do it again today when I caught a whiff of your tantalizing scent, it was definitely sweeter than usual. She could be in preheat. It would make sense why I am so close to a rut all of a sudden too.

Time to stop thinking about the woman of my dreams and actually find her. It’s been awhile since I last saw her stunning face in the crowd. Maybe Dante knows where she is.

I head on over to Dante, who’s wooing the Omegas and our childhood friends with another war story. “Hey. Have you seen Sunshine?”

“Not in a bit. No.” He replies.

“Damnit. Alright.”

“Knowing where her heads been lately, I’m sure she just ducked out and headed over to Maxwells.” 

“Why would she be at Maxwells?”

“He found her singing while doing yard work for Ma one day, the summer she turned 21 actually, and begged her to come sing at the bar. Said it was a place she was always welcome to sing and drink for free. It’s where she’s been spending most of her nights since what happened to Cora. Music therapy or something, is what she said.” Dante divulges.

“You up for a drink and some entertainment?” I ask.

Dante looks over at the little omega clinging to his bicep. “What do you think sweetness? Wanna head out with this overgrown asshole.”

She nods her head. “Sure. I hear your sister puts on quite the show. I’ve never been able to catch one myself.”

“Guess we’re moving the party then.” He looks around, spotting his mother. “Hey Ma! We’re heading over to Maxwells to watch Pippy. You good with us leaving or do you want us to help clean up?”

“Go! Give my girl some extra love for me will you. She needs all that she can get. Clean up will be handled. Go have fun!” She yelled back.

“Let’s go. Meet ya there.” I can't stop the grin from spreading across my face.

Maxwell's Lounge

The atmosphere in Maxwells hasn’t changed in all the years since any of you have been able to partake in this establishment. A gritty, bit rundown, hole in the wall blues club. Dark wood and mix match tables scattered throughout. Not to mention Old Man Maxwell holding court at the end of the bar as his nephew tended to customers. 

The main attraction of this place has always been the stage. Whenever someone graced its worn in wood and filled the space with soulful music, it came alive. Just like it was now. All eyes were on you, as your leaned back against the piano, Mello playing the keys, aiding you in entrancing the crowd with the hauntingly beautiful sound of your voice as you sang about being Lonely. 

I'm slowly killing myself

I'm trying so hard at the back of the shelf

It's just the same every day

I'm writing these songs that will never get played

I get told what's wrong and what's right

I don't have a romantic life

And everyone's dying, so I keep on trying

To make 'em proud before they are gone

But can't someone help me?

Oh, please, someone help me

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

Miss all my family

I don't care, anyone, anything

'Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely

You get so lost in the lyrics that you don't notice the newest patrons to have entered the bar. The space is filled with a mingle of scents and designations but you swear you can pick up on Sy’s very specific scent perfuming the air along with your brothers.

Opening your eyes, you scan the small crowd until it lands on your brother hugged up with some female and Sy. They’re getting settled at a table and involuntarily your heart decides to pick up its cadence. Sure they’ve heard you sing around the house, but this is different. This is where you lay everything out on the table. Where you come to release all those pesky feelings and emotions you can’t always articulate in your day to day life. 

This could work in your favor though. There is that new song you’ve been working on with Carmello that would be perfect for this occasion. Blame it on preheat hormones if you must but what better time to get out how you feel about the Alpha of your dreams than safely on stage. Shoot your shot right. He’ll either get it’s about him or he won’t, no matter the result you can finally move forward in whatever direction it takes you. 

As you finish the final notes of your current song, you turn towards Mello and whisper. “I’m changing things up a bit. I want to debut Loved by You next. Think you can grab your guitar and inform the girls while I do a little intro?”

He smiles that infamous cheshire cat grin at you. “Would this change to the set list have anything to do with the fact that Sy just walked in with your brother and you’re in preheat.”

“Carmello Antoni! How dare you make accurate assumptions of my motives.” You clutch your imaginary pearls in fake shock.

“Please Sunny, you’ve been in love with that man since grade school. It’s about time you do something about it. I’ve seen what his scent does to ya. The fact that you're in preheat when you're not due for one for another month right as he comes back to town.” He tilts his head to the side and smirks. “Well that’s some true mates shit if I do say so myself. So I’ll help you get your man because if I don’t, you’ll just stay stuck in your head daydreaming forever.”

“I want to be bothered by your words but unfortunately you’re speaking the truth.” You sigh. “Alright, let’s do this then.” 

Sy’s POV

“Wow. Your little sister really is good.” The omega attached to Dante blurts out.

“Yeah. Who knew the little pipsqueak who used to sing along with the radio while she messed around in the kitchen or played in the yard could hold a crowd's attention like this.” Dante responds.

“I did.” Sy imparts. “Sunshine always lights up any place she’s in. It just makes sense that she would be a natural at this. I’ve never seen her so comfortable before. It’s nice. Even if the song she’s singing is technically sad.”

“I didn’t know you noticed my little sister that much Sy.” Dante nudges him. “Should I be worried?”

“Stop that.” The omega speaks up. “Sy is a great guy. And he’s known you sister her whole life. Why wouldn’t you want an Alpha like him pursuing her? I would think that makes him the best candidate. Plus, true mates are a thing. What if he’s hers? What are you going to do, shun your best friend and sister because they are meant for each other? That'd be a dick move don't you think.”

“I like her. She’s feisty. Just what your reckless ass needs.” Sy chimes in.

Dante looks down at her. “You're gonna pay for that feisty little mouth later but I guess you’re right. They are both adults and if something happens it’s really none of my business.” He turns to Sy. “Unless you hurt her. You know firsthand what I’m capable of, Captain. Best friend or not, I will always protect her.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He sincerely states. “I just want to be extremely clear here. You’re saying that if I wanted to make your sister mine, you wouldn’t stop me?”

“I’m not loving the claim implied in that, but yes, I won’t stop you going after Pippy if you so choose.” He grits out.

“I’ll drink to that.” Sy raises his glass with Dante following suit. They cheers and each take a big swig as they watch you sing the final notes of that hauntingly beautiful song and lean over to whisper something to Mello for a few moments before heading over to the mic stand.

He watches you address the bar, like you’ve done this hundreds of times before. “How’s everybody doing tonight?” You nod along to their replies. “Good. Good. That’s what I like to hear. Thank you for letting me entertain ya tonight and get some things off my chest.”

He watches as you take a deep breath before you continue on. “I recently lost someone very close to me in a horrible way and that last song was a representation of my grief. Music heals all wounds right. I hope it brought some peace to ya’ll as well.”

Mello walks back on stage with a guitar and two females who take up a place to your right behind another mic. “Now we’ve made a little change to tonight's set list. Ya see, my brother Dante and his best friend Sy just got back from their final deployment and it looks like they have escaped from the BBQ in their honor and have graced us with their presence.” You wave in their direction.

“Normally we do standard blues covers and revamps of modern songs. Tonight I’ve decided to debut something I’ve been working on for a while now. The timing just feels right. I hope ya’ll enjoy it.”

With a subtle nod from you, Mello begins to play. Your voice begins to fill the space and he can't help but be captivated by your honeyed words and sweet voice.

Bless my soul I've been alone too long Somebody without someone Is no one at all And baby all these nights I've struggled and fought my pride Scared that someone your type Couldn't see past my flaws 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I'll get might be right next to you, ooh For I've got to know I got to feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you Jealousy is getting the best of me Thinking about you sleep without me in town And I had no peace 'til you give me clarity I need to hear and see If I matter at all 'Cause I've heard that heaven ain't easy to get to, ooh The closest I get might be right next to you For I've got to know I got feel how it feels To be loved by you Ooh, I got to touch something real Can I feel and be loved by you? Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I got to feel it (How it feels to be loved) Ooh, I might not get another chance (how it feels to be loved) Cannot let it slip out of my hands How does it feel to be loved by you?

The whole room disappears as he locks eyes with you. He feels as if the words were meant for him and him alone. A declaration that yes, it was finally time to stake his fucking claim and make you his. No other Omega compared and after that brief talk with Dante, there really is nothing holding him back but himself. 

There’s a small pause after your final note before the crowd erupts in applause. He and Dante being the loudest, rising from their chairs, whistling long and loud. 

You don’t know it yet, but I’m coming home with you tonight Sunshine, and if I have my way, I’m never leaving.

They watch your smile light up the room as you address the club once more. “Thanks for letting me get that out.” You softly chuckle into the mic. “I’ve taken up enough time on this lovely stage. Now it’s time for me to pass the mic off to the talented Mr. Carmello. I leave you in good hands. Lovers and fiends alike, I wish you a magical night.” You blow a tiny kiss to the crowd and exit the stage.

He wastes no time standing up from the table and making his way towards the back hallway where he knows a small dressing room awaits. He’s going to catch you before you even think about leaving.

He just barely catches Dante shouting out to his retreating frame. “Don’t fuck it up Capatin. I’ll never let you live it down.” He shakes his head and continues on with his mission.

You're making your way down the hall to the dressing room. You just want to grab your shit and hightail it the hell out of here so you can succumb to your wanton needs in the peace of your own home. You’ve just reached the door when a large warm hand glides across your waist, pulling you back and spinning you around.

Before you know it you're caged against the wall, staring up into Sy’s cerulean blue orbs. He has this wild look in his eyes that you've never seen before. Your heart is galloping in your chest so fast, you swear he can hear it as you hold his gaze.

“Who?” Rumbles out of his chest. 

“Who?” You throw back with confusion.

“The song Sunshine.” He lets out a breath that feels like he’s been holding on to. “Who were you singing that for?”

“Oh…” You bite your lip and look away, while you mull over the ramifications of confessing, preparing yourself for the worse. “Um. It was about you.” You mumble out.

“I want to make sure I heard you right, Omega. Say that again for me?” His voice is calm although his body is clearly strung tight.

You clear your throat, locking eyes with him once more as you speak with conviction. “You, Sy. Every word was for you.”

“Good.” He takes a step closer, his barrel of a chest grazing yours with each inhale.

“Good? Why is that good?” You inquire.

“Because I know you won't push me away when I do this.” Before you can respond with a sassy retort, he lifts your chin and presses his mouth to yours, kissing the breath out of you. 

It’s more than just a kiss, it’s a declaration that he’s going to make you his. You surrender to it. Melting into him and wrapping your hands around his biceps. He has one hand resting against the base of your throat while the other is gripping your waist, pulling you in closer. 

You finally pull apart, in desperate need of air. “Not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m done hiding how I feel about you. How your scent drives me fucking crazy.” He runs his nose along your neck, scenting you. “I know you're on the verge of your heat. You smell even more tasty than you did the night I came home and found you in your mama’s kitchen.”

“That would be your fault actually. I wasn't due a heat for another month.” You tease his beard with your fingers. “One good whiff of you and my body took over. Crying out for her Alpha.”

“Guess we’re true mates then, Sugar. I’ve been on the edge of my Rut all week after smelling you.” He nips your bottom lip. “That what you want, Omega? For me to make you mine? Am I the Alpha worthy enough to claim you?”

“Do you want to claim me, Sy?” You ask shyly. Not able to look him in the eye.

He turns your head to face him with his forefinger. “It’s all I’ve wanted for years. Since you presented, actually. I just thought I’d never get the chance because of your brother. Didn't want to ruin things for any of us.” 

“I know the feeling quite well.” You admit. 

“You do?” He does that cute little head tilt thing dogs do when they're confused.

“Yeah.” You nod your head, focused on his mouth instead of his eyes. “I’ve been drawn to you for as long as I can remember. I used to think it was just because you were around all the time, therefore your scent became safe and familiar. Until I presented and I found myself stealing any item of clothing you left behind or slept on to secretly hide in my nest. The amount of times I’ve attached my nose to your scent while going through a heat alone is embarrassing.”

He begins to purr. “Omega. I need you to look me in the eyes.”

Once your eyes meet his, you're lost in the black pools that have overtaken them and the sliver of blue that remains. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here but you're making it difficult to not pull you into that dressing room or out to my truck to show you just how much knowing I brought you comfort during your heats affects me.”

He pins you to the wall by his hips, allowing you to feel the hard steel trying to break free behind his zipper from your words. You grind against him and moan quietly. “Who says I need you to be a gentleman right now.” You pull him down to your mouth by his neck, almost touching your lips. 

“These panties are already ruined and I would really like to ride out my heat at home. Meet me there.” You kiss him and shimmy under his arm, shuffling into the dressing room to grab your purse before you head down the hall to the exit and out to your car. 

He wastes no time heading back to the table to let Dante know he’s leaving and he’ll check in with him later. Rushing to his truck, he barely catches you leaving the lot before he high tails it out of there and follows you home, hot on your heels. 

As soon as you cut your engine off he is already out of his truck and pulling you free from your car and over his shoulder. Smacking your ass on the way to the front door, where he turns to allow you to unlock it. As you're making your way inside, world upside down, you notice your nosy neighbor, Carol across the street mouth agape at what's happening. You wave at her and holler goodnight just as Sy turns and kicks the door closed, sending a wink her way.

Instead of taking you straight to your bedroom, like you expected him to do with all the hormones coursing through the both of you; Sy sets you down on your feet in the living room. You give him a look of bewilderment as he takes a seat on your couch. “I thought we were headed for my room to get a head of the heat curve.” You pout.

He crooks his fingers in a come hither fashion and pats his massive thigh. “Come here Sunshine. I just wanna make sure everything is clear and we’re on the same page before we’re lost to our baser instincts. I have no plans of stopping once I start. So while we are both of sound body and mind we need to be honest in what we want out of this.”

You feel a warmth engulf your chest as you listen to him speak about making sure this is what you want before you lose yourself to the pull of a knot. It solidifies how amazing of an Alpha, Sy is. It’s making your decision to follow your instincts the best course of action. Who cares what anyone else may think. You’re an adult after all and this is your life, you're done living it alone, pining for the one Alpha you thought you couldn't have. He’s here and apparently he always has been. Torturing himself with the same pining and doubts that you’ve had. It’s time to leave that behind though and leap head first into your future together.

You casually, well as casually as your nerves will allow, walk over to him and stand between his spread legs. He is having none of that though, gripping you by your waist and depositing you on his thighs so that you are straddling him, the high slit in your skirt agape. 

“That’s better.” He runs a finger along your jaw. “Now. Do you want to flat out tell me what you want? Or would you prefer I outright ask questions and you answer honestly?”

You place your hands on his abs to help balance yourself. “For fear of jumbling up my words out of nervousness I wouldn't mind answering questions. Less chance of me screwing  it up.” You chuckle quietly.

He nods his head. “That’s fine by me Sunshine.” He smiles warmly at you. “First. Your heat. How do you want me involved with that? Do you just want me to take the edge off so you can ride it out alone or do you want me to stick around for the duration?”

You clear your throat. “A bit of both. I want you to take the edge off but I don't want you to leave. I’d like to go through it together as I know your rut is close and I may trigger it.”

“You’re not wrong there, Omega. I’d be honored to help you through your heat. Have you ever had an Alpha aid you before?” He places a hand on your exposed thigh, high up where if he moved his finger just so, it’d graze you slick soaked panties.

You squirm from the sensation of warmth his skin brings. “No. I’ve always ridden out my heats alone. Just me, my nest and the inflatable knot dildo, Cora gifted me.”

He squeezes your thigh before skimming his index finger along the edge of your panties and pulling them aside. “That right Omega? You’ve never taken a real knot during your heat. Did you fuck yourself on a fake knot wishing it was me instead? You poor sweet little thing.” He slowly inserts two thick digits into your weeping slit. 

"Mmhmm Alpha. I was never truly satisfied with anyone. Knots didn't feel right. Thought something was wrong with me." You whimper out as your walls pulse with need around his fingers. 

"There’s nothing wrong with you, Sunshine. This tight little pussy" He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, groaning as the flavor hits his tongue. "That tastes like fucking heaven. Was made just for me. You're mine Omega and I'm going to prove it to you." 

He places you on the cushion next to him and gets down on his knees. He removes your skirt and panties, before spreading your thighs wide and letting out a deep growl. “Such a good little Omega for your big bad Alpha. All slick and ready for me.”

Before you can even blink he’s diving in, feasting on your sweet ambrosia, moaning and growling as he sets out to break you apart before he puts you back together on his knot. Circling his tongue around your engorged little clit and parting your swollen folds with his thick digits. Like the expert marksman that he is, he finds that sweet spongy spot that has you seeing stars rather quickly.

In under two minutes, sooner than you could have anticipated, your crying out and coming on his tongue. Coating his beard and fingers in your honey sweet nectar as you ride out your orgasm. 

You can’t help but to kiss his gorgeous face, when he lifts his head, tasting yourself on his tongue. As you move to sit back, you grab the back of his shirt, pulling it off his body, before yanking your own off. You're frantically seeking out his warmth to soothe your now aching muscles. Whimpering and whining until his exposed chest meets yours.

“I got you Omega.” He rubs your back as he holds you in his arms. “Heats starting to kick in now huh? Starting to feel achy and needed?”

You just nod against his chest. “I need your words, Omega.”

“Yes, Alpha. Want my nest.” You speak into his chest hair.

“Okay sugar. I’ll bring you to your nest. Is it already made?” He softly speaks, continuing to soothe you.

“I need to add some things for it to be perfect. It’s in my room. I started to make it on my bed before I left for the BBQ. Thought I’d have more time before it set in.” You whine.

“Shhh. Shh. It’s ok omega. We’ll go get it sorted. How about you tell me what you need and I’ll set you in your makeshift nest while I gather them up for you. That sound good?” He hugs you tighter.

“Please. I just need a couple blankets from the hall closest and your shirt.” You manage to get out.

“My shirt?” He purrs. “You want my scent in your nest Omega?”

“Please” You clutch his waist tighter. 

He kisses your forehead and grabs his shirt from the floor placing it in your hands as he proceeds to scoop you up in a bridal hold and carry you to your room. He sits you in the middle of your bed, where you quickly begin rearranging things to your liking while he heads back out into the hall to grab the blankets you requested.

A naughty little idea comes to you as you get your nest to a suitable place while you wait for the rest to be brought in. With a mischievous grin on your face you turn around, arch your back and lift your hips high into the air. Presenting your glistening folds and slick thighs to the door that your Alpha will be walking through any moment now. 

Sy stops in his tracks upon seeing the Omega of his dreams presenting before him in her nest. Your thick and sweet scent engulfing the room. His already hard dick thickens further in his jeans and the thin hold he had on his impending rut is obliterated.

“Omega.” He takes a step into the room, unbuckling his pants, to relieve some of the pressure before he breaks his zipper. “ Fuck you look so damn beautiful like this. Presenting so beautifully for me. An open invitation to fill you up with my knot.”

He’s made his way to the bed, pants and boxer briefs discarded along the way.  Placing his large hands on your ass, he spreads your cheeks, exposing your swollen lips to the cool air of the bedroom. He can’t help but to sneak a quick lick from clit to hole, growling at the sweet taste of you on his tongue.

“Might want to grab onto something, Omega. You’ve triggered my rut. It might get rough. But I know you can take it, cus you're made for me. I’m gonna make this so good for you Sunshine, I promise.”

“Please, Alpha. Need your knot.” You try and wiggle your hips in his iron grip, seeking out some relief.

“I know, baby. I got you. Take a deep breath for me.” He requests.

You take in a lungful of air as Sy slowly sinks in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against your ass while you adjust to his massive girth. The pleasured pain of his thick cock kissing your cervix, instantly sets you off, keening as you orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head as you let the aftershocks take over.

“Fuck! Did you just come from me sliding in, Omega? Your Alpha’s cock feels that good to your greedy little pussy couldn't help itself?” He grits out.

You just absently nod your head and whimper. “Yes. Feels so good. More. Need more. Move please, Alpha.”

All you hear is a deep growl before his hips slide back and he begins a brutal pace. Pulling you back on to his cock by your hips while he pummels your cunt with ferality. There is sure to be bruises adorning your skin from his possessive grip and you can’t  wait to admire them for the days to come.

He’s intense to say the least. Spouting out filth and vulgarity as he absolutely destroys your pussy. He has you so cock drunk that you can’t formulate anything other than guttural moans and screams, as you continue to come over and over again.

You imagine his stamina is probably great under normal circumstances. Clearly his rut takes the cake though because this stamina is of epic proportions. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve gushed on his cock at this point. The sheets are most certainly ruined from the pool of slick that has accumulated.

Just when you feel like you might pass out before his knot pops, he swivels his hips and changes up the tempo. Sneaking a hand around to tease your engorged and over sensitive little button. His other wraps around your throat and pulls you back against his chest. 

“Give me one more Omega. I can feel how close you are, baby. Wanna feel your tight little pussy choking my knot when I finally claim what’s mine. Come on. Be a good girl. Come for your Alpha.” He grunts out as his hips piston in and out of you. 

As if his command was all you needed, you plunge headfirst over the edge into a mind numbing orgasm. A kaleidoscope of colors dancing before your eyes as his knot inflates and he buries himself deeper. He growls into your neck as his own orgasm takes over, bathing your walls in his cum, locking you both together. You can't help but whine and writhe as he suckles a deep hickey along your neck, where he WILL eventually leave his bite. 

It’s a promise of what's to come as he courts you properly. For now he gently gathers you close and lays you both on your sides. Careful to not pull where you are currently joined until further notice. His fingers trace along your torso as he places soft kisses against your skin. Before you succumb to the pull of sleep you swear you hear him whisper out. “I can’t believe you're finally mine.” 

The next three days are spent in a haze of pheromones, catering to the needs of your designations as you ride out your mutual cycles together. Your combined scents permeate your home in their thick aroma, even after your needs have died down and the real world creeps back in.  

Sy has you wrapped in his strong arms in the kitchen as he prepares to head back home. Now that he’s had you he takes every opportunity to feel your skin on his in any way he can.

“Sunshine.” He looks down into your sweet eyes. “I know we just spent three days locked together but I would really like to take you out Friday night.” 

“Are you asking me on a proper date Captain?” You tease.

“Damn right I am. So what do you say, Sugar? Can I take you out?” 

“Yes please. I would love nothing more than to spend my Friday night with you.” You place a light kiss to his adams apple, eliciting a purr from him.

“I’m gonna get out of here and let you get ready for work before I pull you back into that comfy nest of yours.” He lifts your chin up and places a soft kiss to your lips before heading to the front door and letting himself out. “See ya Friday Sunshine.”

Friday Evening…

The date has been so sweet and simple. Just like the Alpha who organized it. You’re so glad he understood how much you really love the simpler things in life, like dinner at your favorite hole in the wall diner and a movie of your choosing with all the snacks you can dream of. It’s been a great night to say the least.

Now you're parked in your driveway in Sy’s truck, engaged in an epic goodnight kiss. You go to move onto his lap and he stops you. “That wasn't what tonight was about, Omega. I wanted to make sure you knew how serious I was about being your Alpha. There will be plenty of time to be naughty in the future. Trust me it's hard as hell but it’s worth it.” He kisses your lips once more.

He wasn't kidding when we said it was hard, if the large bulge in his jeans is anything to go by. You can’t help but lightly run your fingers along his hardon and bite your lip. 

“Come on, Sunshine. You know what you do to me when you bite those delectable lips like that.” He pulls your lip free. 

“Sorry. I can’t help it sometimes.” You look at him all doe eyed and innocent, as your mind is filled with nothing but all the filthy things you wish you two were doing right now. You need to get yourself out of this enclosed space with this mouthwatering scent before you beg him to come inside.

“Are you coming to my mom's for family dinner Sunday?” You ask.

He looks at you quizzically. “Of course. Why?”

“Would you like to go together? We can rip the band aid off and let them know we're a couple.”  

“So, does that make me your boyfriend now, Sugar?” He smirks. 

“Well you’re my Alpha aren't you? I’d say boyfriend is easily implied with that title. Well, unless one is married. Or not into labels…” You start rambling.

He laughs at your cuteness. “Sunshine, baby I get it. I’m your man. Damn proud of it too. I’ll pick you up on Sunday and we can take my truck to your mom’s together.”

You smile as wide as the Cheshire cat. “Perfect. Can’t wait. I better get inside and see if mom needs me to bring anything Sunday.” You lean over to kiss him. “Goodnight Alpha.” 

He growls and swats you on the ass as you get out of the truck. “Night Omega. Be good.”

Sunday Evening...

Pulling up to your childhood home you find yourself with a sudden rush of nerves. What kind of reaction will you receive when you walk in, tucked under Sy’s arm. Ever the observant man, your Alpha catches on to the shift in your mood. He gets out of the truck and proceeds to open your door. Leaning in he gently grabs your face and places a kiss to each cheek, your forehead and finally your lips. 

“I know your mind is running wild with the ‘what ifs’ and nothing I can say is going to change that.” He unbuckles you and pulls you down out onto the pavement. “So all I’m going to tell you is, no matter what happens in there, we’ll handle it together. I’m not going anywhere. I finally have you and if I have anything to do with it, I’m never letting you go.” 

“Thank you.” You kiss his chin. “That’s just what I needed to hear. Let’s do this.”

You walk hand and hand up the walkway, through the screen door and into the house. Dante is sitting in the living room with an Omega you recognize from the BBQ last weekend. “Ma! Pippy and Sy are finally here. Can we please eat now!”

“Quit your hollering boy! We’ll eat when I say we eat. Did you introduce your guest to your sister?” She yells back from the kitchen.

“He most certainly did not!” You respond before turning to the pretty woman next to your idiot brother. “Hello! It’s nice to formally meet you…”

“Letti.” She says with a smile. 

“Letti.” You smile back. “You can call me Sunny. The only one who calls me Pippy is this man child.”

“Nice ta see ya again Letti.” Sy tips his head in her direction.

“You know each other?” You question.

“We met last week at the BBQ. I went with them to watch you perform at Maxwells. You were amazing by the way.” She answers.

“Thank you. I really love being on that stage.”

“It shows.”

At this time your mother calls all of you into the dinning room. She’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit next to Sy on her right side, leaving Dante to sit with Letti on the other. Your mother glances at both sides of the table and quietly smirks to herself. 

“Dante I’m glad you decided to bring someone other than Sy to dinner. And such a lovely one at that.”

“Ma ya act like I’ve never brought a girl home before.”

“Yeah, but they usually don't pass the front door.” You speak up as you serve yourself.

“Ok Pippy. Wanna rag on me. Fine. Wanna share why you two came in holding hands and are practically cuddled up at this table right now.” He snarks back, thinking he’s got you.

With your brother's attempt at trying to best you, your nerves from earlier have seemed to evaporate. “We’re together. He’s my Alpha and I couldn't be happier about it. We were going to officially announce it tonight anyway but thanks for speeding that process up for us.”

You glance over to the burly Alpha sitting beside you as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and pulls your chair closer to his, kissing you on the head. Your mother claps gleefully at the show of affection, having forgotten her son's faux pa.  

"Finally! I thought you'd never get your heads out of your asses and give in to your instincts." She spouts. “I was worried I’d have to pull something sneaky like in those Rom Com movies to get you together before I was too old to enjoy my grandkids.”

“Wait. You wanted them together Ma? Even though he’s my best friend and is older than her.” 

“They’re true mates honey. Can’t you tell that. Plus he is a wonderful man. Loyal to boot too based on how long he waited to finally go after his Omega because he didn't want to risk losing your friendship. Isn’t that right Sy?” She gives him that ‘I know all’ look that Moms have.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He beams that scruffy smile at her. “I knew coming back home for good meant that I wouldn't have an excuse to not go for it. Glad to say I’m overjoyed with the quick turnaround. Now I get to woo her and show her how worthy I am to be privileged enough to one day claim her proper.” He wink’s down at you.

“Come on man. Don’t talk about claiming my sister at the table. I’m trying to eat here.” Dante whines. 

“I think it’s sweet.” Letti knocks into his shoulder. “Gives me hope there’s someone out there for everyone.”

“Don’t you worry about that sweetie.” Your mother chimes in nonchalantly. “Your next. My son may be dense but I’m not. My Sunny and Sy aren’t the only true mates at this table.” She chuckles to herself and continues eating.

You burst out in laughter at your brother's stunned face, which sets Sy off as well. Chaos ensues at the table, like it always does and you can’t help but think you wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except maybe with a few little ones added to the mix. 

[bytedykes]

this of course makes binggeyuan that much better btw

honestly i think sy is a yassification victim i dont think he was sexy when he was alive. to me he will always be a sweaty gamerchair loser man rotting in his bedroom all day. the sunlight blinds him etc

[missacidburn928]

It's Tasty Tuesday! Who Wants a Sample...

A weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of August 26th 😈

Moonlight & Fang Ch. 5 (The Rogue): Alpha!Ari Levison x x OC Omega!Selene/Red

Strings Attached: Mechanic!Biker!Sy x POC!Reader

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Bittersweet (Part I): POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

LUNATIC III: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

Ari

She wants to play with fire and tempt my wolf. Well, I’ll gladly watch her burn.

With a growl, I reach forward. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her forward into a bruising kiss. She tastes of wild magic and sin. Breaking the kiss, I leave her breathless. Hand placed on her heaving chest as she tries to regulate her intake of air.

“Dress. Gone. Now. Before I cut it to shreds.”

She pulls her dagger back out, turning it over with a flick of her wrist and cuts it off herself. Nicking her chest in the process. “It’s just fabric. Need further assistance with yours.” She innocently asks. Doe-eyed and sweet.

“Oh you’re dangerous, little one.”

“What better to challenge you with.” She giggles.

I kiss her once more as I unlace my pants and release my aching member into the chill night air. Gripping her thighs, I lift her up onto my naked chest. Walking forward, I allow my wolf to navigate us to the nearest tree and I slam her up against it. Affording me a nip to the lip in retaliation.

Her slick if making a mess of the thick hair trailing down my abdomen. She’s ripe and ready for me. So I notch my swollen head between her leaking folds and thrust inside her.

Only giving her a moment to adjust to the size of me splitting her open, I start a punishing pace. Slamming into her hard and deep. Hitting all of the sweet spots and grinding my pelvis down against her little bundle of nerves. As her back scratches against the bark, leaving its own mark behind. Our chests, still slick with blood, slide against one another as the very essence of our beings co mingle together.

I can feel her orgasm coming on quickly and with one more deep thrust, I watch her soar over the edge. Screaming my name to Gods, as she promised. 

This is not how I wish to claim her. No, I have something special in mind for that.

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“You’re a needy little one tonight.” He grits out. “Remember to stay quiet Peach. Wouldn't want to alert the neighbors now, would we?”

I have no chance of responding as he pulls his hips back and thrusts them forward. Gripping my waist tight, he sets a hardy pace. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as his weight pushes me down against the leather and metal beneath me.

He slaps my ass, making me cry out, before clamping my mouth shut once more. “If your pussy keeps squeezing me like that Peach, this is going to be over sooner than I would like.”

So of course I purposely do exactly that. I clamp my walls around this girth and circle my hips as best I can in my current position. Rubbing my clit along the leather seat. I can feel a tingle begin to move up from my toes into my core. I’m right on the precipice of ecstasy and I want to take Sy along with me.

“So close.” I whisper out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groans. “Be a good girl and come for me so I can fill you up. Wanna watch my cum drip out of you onto my seat.”

He picks up the pace and suddenly I feel like I’m flying. Goosebumps erupt along my skin, and I forget all about staying quiet as I come around his cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good when you come on my dick baby.”

I lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Sy fucks me through my orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through my body, he thrusts in as deep as he can go. With his tip notched at my cervix, he growls and groans as he unloads inside of me. Hips twitching until the last drop is spent.

He slowly pulls out of me. Reaching forward, he spreads my cheeks. Admiring his seed leaking from my abused hole. “One of these days I’m going to have to film this. My mind never does it justice. And you really need to see just how damn sexy you look all swollen and dripping of me.”

“Why not just do it now? I won’t be moving without help thanks to that orgasm. Enjoy the fruits of your labor Beasty.”

I observe him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Taking his sweet time, he snaps pictures and even takes video from practically every angle.

Next thing I know his screen is before me with a video playing. My pussy, front and center, spasms. An aftershock most likely, and a fresh trickle of cream trails down my lips. I’m a mess, but I have to admit, he’s right. I do look sexy with his claim painted on me.

“Fucking perfection.” He whispers in my ear. “Now let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby. I’m going to push my cum back where it belongs and pull your pants back up. Then I’m carrying you to bed.”

“Such a chivalrous beast.” I giggle.

“Only for you, Peach. What can I say. I’m attached. Strings and all.”

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Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

 Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

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Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand.

The smile that graced my face this morning when I received the text from Walt letting me know he closed the case and to come over for our usual post case dinner and decompression; was megawatt status. This case really took over his life. Even more so than usual. I barely heard a word from him for two weeks.

Receiving that text, knowing he was okay and that I would be seeing him, was a breath of fresh air.

I arrived to his house and let myself in.

It was eerily silent. I thought that maybe I beat Walt home. That is until I stumbled upon his sulking frame on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cabinets. A highball of whiskey clutched tight in his fingers.

“Walt, is everything okay?” I lower myself to the ground to get closer to him. Uncaring of the dress that took me hours to decide on.

“She didn’t survive.” He mumbles out.

“Who?”

“The wife.” He deadpans. “It was a home invasion. They did horrible things to this woman in front of her husband who fought back with everything he had. They both ended up in the hospital. Beds next to each other. Something went wrong. A bleed they didn’t catch, and she lost her life. He had to watch her die and could do nothing about it.”

“Oh, puppy. I’m so sorry. That poor man. Did you get the assholes responsible?”

“Yeah. Young idiots trying to make a name for themselves.”

“Good. Now justice can be served. So what has you so upset?”

He takes a sip of his whiskey. “The husband looked so hollow when I came to tell him we caught the ones responsible for his wife’s death. I’ve seen some horrible things but nothing that will haunt me as much as that look on his face did. It reminded me of what I have to lose. I don’t know why you even put up with me and all the shit I put you through, but I can’t lose you baby. I can’t.” He confesses with tears in his eyes.

On instinct I climb into his lap and begin kissing them away until I land on his downturned lips. Where I place the softest of kisses. Barely a graze.

He sets his whiskey down and places his hand loosely around my throat as he pulls me in for a deeper one.

It quickly turns desperate. His jeans are quickly unzipped, and my underwear are pushed to the side. Simultaneous groans ricochet off the walls as our pelvis’ connect and we being to grind in tortuous pleasure. Succumbing to the need to reenforce our bond to each other.

It’s both loving and painful. Raw and unfiltered. An emotional mess of our demons dancing together before we chase them away to their dark depths once more.

“I love you.” I pant out. “Demons and all.”

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“Have a look around. Make yourselves comfortable. Get acquainted with the space. I'm still a bit of a mess from my performance. Sticky with sweat, among other things. I’m just going to wash the night away so the fun can begin. I’ll leave the door open. You’re more than welcome to join.” You give your most innocent smile, mischievous eyes giving you away.

Nat wastes no time following you into the bathroom. “Here let me.” She runs her fingers up your arms, pushing the straps down as she reaches your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. She looks down and quirks a brow. “Your panties seem to be missing. I distinctly remember you leaving the stage with them on.”

“Everything about August is large. Down to the size of his loads.” You state. “Not to mention, the viscosity. I didn't feel like walking around with it slowly trailing down my thighs, so I did a quick cleanup and decided to air dry.” 

You smile sweetly at her as she reaches around and unclasps your bra with one hand. “Let’s see if he left anything behind shall we.” Her dainty fingers traverse up your inner thigh, slapping each one to get you to spread them, before sinking her middle finger to the knuckle into your dampened folds. 

She pumps her hand a few times, crooking her finger to reach all the good spots, making you weak in the knees already. Pulling out she raises her wet hand between you. “Well would you look at that, it’s all you.” 

“Thor can’t stop talking about how amazing she tastes.” Bucky speaks from the door frame. “Is it true, doll?” 

Nat licks her finger clean, moaning as your essence coats her tongue. “Fuck that’s good.”

“Guess I’m going to have to find out for myself.” He steps into the bathroom. “Turn around. Hands on the counter and present that dripping little cunt for me, doll.”

You easily comply, bending over the counter, ass high in the air, weeping pussy on full display.

He stands behind you, catching your eyes in the mirror before lowering himself to his knees. Placing his hands on your hips, the cool of the metal soothing your heated skin, he leans forward and runs his thick tongue slowly from clit to slit and back again. “I don’t think his words did you justice, doll. If I’m not too careful, I could find myself addicted to your taste on my tongue. I think I may be ruined already.”

You remain in place and just whimper at his words. “Someone is feeling subby.” Nat mentions. “She hasn’t moved an inch since you commanded her to present for you.” She looks at Bucky.

“That what you need tonight, doll? To surrender? Feel that loss of control?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You whisper out. “Yes, I just want to float away.”

“We can provide that for you.” Nat states. “Let’s set some guidelines before we begin.” You and Bucky both nod. “Good. We can go over them while you shower if you still wish to do so.”

“I do. Muscles are still tense.” You reply.

Bucky starts the shower, checks the temp, lifts you up and places you inside. “Wash up, but leave your hair dry if possible please.” He hands you a hair tie from around his wrist for you to do so.

“Okay. Now. Let’s clarify what is happening here.” He starts. “You want to partake in a scene where Nat or I…”

“Both.” You quickly squeak out.

He chuckles. “Where Nat and I Dom you. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Great.”

“Anything specific you would like to have happen? Safewords?” Nat asks.

“I use the traffic light system for scenes. Simplest for all parties to remember.” You lather up your body. “And I do have a certain kink in mind that I would love to have utilized if you're comfortable with it.”

“Which kink would that be, doll?”

“I think I have an inkling.” Nat teases.

“Knife play. If getting a little bloody isn't an issue for you.” You look at them. “I wouldn't be opposed to being tied down at your mercy either.”

You watch the tent rise further in Bucky’s jeans. “I can most certainly accommodate that for you.” He twirls his favorite knife around his fingers.

“This is going to be fun.” Nat responds. “Anything else?”

“No that’s pretty much it.”

“Great. Now hurry up and rinse off.” Bucky states as he goes to grab a towel. “You’re to dry off and wait for us to call you into the room.” He pulls you to him by the back of your head and kisses you for the first time, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. “Marks?”

“Nothing permanent please.”

“Understandable.” He kisses you once more and heads back into the room to set up. Nat places a light kiss to your lips then follows.

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[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i want everyone to know that alpha shen jiu is fiercely protective of his omega disciples ok

they are his pack they are his pups he does not tolerate disrespect to his little ducklings!!!!

little omegas shen yuan and ning yingying are his precious babies and every time luo binghe even looks sy’s way, there’s a part of shen jiu that is growling snarling baring his teeth to make this strange little alpha beast get away from his ducklings

[remi-harbinger]

AU where SY is super late gen z/early gen alpha instead of a millennial and SQH is a shut in millennial so they don't get each other's references.

SY is TIRED of playing the skibidi toilet fanum tax song on the guqin and hoping some other transmigrator would show up. He thought SQH would be another transmigrator but when he hinted at kai cenat and Donghua Jinlong glycine the other guy just told him gently that he may be feeling unwell adn should rest. He was mortified and is never going to show up within a 10 mile radius of SQH ever again, even if he burns down Cang Qiong.

SQH is Confused. The Villain just walked up to him and said in the coldest tone ever "Shang-shixiong. What are your thoughts on the recent Kai Cenat action regarding Donghua Jinlong Glycine factory?" SQH brushes it off in the end as some random bad/weird ideas he scribbled down when planning PIDW.

They only realise each other's true identities a year later when SQH overhears SY mumbling to himself about how LBH is just a small bun