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shinneth · 5 years ago

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Gem Ascension Tropes (General: A - B)

Full, Superior Alternative on Google Docs.

So, I’ve been on the fence as to whether or not to publicly share this. In the end, it’s really nothing more than a project of self-indulgence. However, it is 100k+ words of self-indulgence and it does involve a story at least a decent number of my followers have read and liked. I also talk about a lot about Stevidot and all the characters in general for this project. Considering I haven’t written anything since the end of August (and real life interference is finally affecting my ability to reliably produce anything of substance since then), I figured it was only fair to offer something. I do still have the itch to write; I just really don’t feel comfortable doing it if I myself am not in a good state mentally or emotionally.

Why did I make this? Well, I’ve mentioned in the past that my other super-huge, much-more-popular story Travels of the Trifecta! eventually gained enough notoriety to not only make it to the Fanfic Rec list on TV Tropes, but a few readers were even gracious enough to make an actual trope page for the story itself. However, despite great temptations, I never once contributed to the page myself, for fear I’d never get the story done because of how addictive and time-consuming that site is.

I was naively hoping Gem Ascension (or at least Bottled Up, which is easily my most popular story outside the main GA series) might get the same honors. But back then, I was also new to the fanbase and didn’t realize just how badly Stevidot as a ship was wrongfully considered an immoral ship... and still is. So that’ll probably never happen for real.

That said, so long as I completed my initial 3-act series for GA, I considered it fair game to play around with tropes that I could associate with it. And I finished that sucker in record time. So, since the early months of Summer, I’ve slowly compiled a list of tropes for my GA continuity - so far for general coverage and character-specifics only.

They’re similar to my GA Reference Tour posts in that aspect. Like I said, though, the entire document is over 100k in length, so no way is that all going up at once. The general listing is big enough to make me think it won’t fit in one post, either (especially as I continue to waste space rambling here). As the length alone proves, I was right to avoid doing this for Trifecta.

I wouldn’t consider it a complete (or even entirely accurate) listing; the character sections are very lop-sided in terms of content, but that’s a little justified, at least. Anyway, I did make some new art for certain character sections in future posts, so I figured this would at least be a neat way to share them. I’ve linked said tropes and everything. It’s really only worth a read if you’re that interested in getting some more in-depth details to the GAverse that I haven’t really covered here properly yet. But it does technically count as Stevidot content, so there’s the grab.

Beyond the spoiler cut, there are no marked spoilers. I’m not savvy enough to go THAT far with the style... plus, the main series has been complete since early March and it’s now October. Just... if you recently found the story, haven’t finished it, but actually intend to do so, look on at your own risk, I guess.

Well, let’s see how much I can actually fit in here. And whether or not it’ll format properly.

Edit: Turns out, only up to the K Tropes. Loooooovely~. Looks like I’m gonna play it safe and cut this after the Bs.

Edit II: As a bonus, I see the links being retained when I edit this post, but they won’t appear on the post itself. Just. Awesome. I may just put this up on Google Docs as an alternative if anyone cares that much about having the hyperlink access. That link is up. I’ll need to neuter these things something fierce so the hyperlinks will appear again.

GEM ASCENSION CONTINUITY TROPES

GENERAL

A Day in the Limelight: Act II as a whole functions somewhat like this; Hero Protagonist Peridot, save for the short final scene at the end of the act, is completely absent. She is frequently talked about and is featured in prerecorded Video Wills, but the 8 chapters Act II is comprised of are dedicated to the 8 remaining members of the main cast. Garnet, Pearl, Amethyst, Connie, and Steven – characters who had much less time to feature in Act I due to being captured during the first half – all have chapters entirely dedicated to them. Greg, despite being part of GA from the start, also had limited time to feature in Act I past Chapter 3 due to being a Non-Action Guy. His chapter is one of the longest; Greg is also involved in a subplot with Bismuth and Lapis, and as of Chapter 7, he receives a Rank Up and officially becomes a legit member of the Crystal Gems.

A Fate Worse than Death: Pallification. Not only worse than a gem’s shattering, but even corruption. It’s similar to corruption in that a gem is technically still alive, but their consciousnesses are greatly compromised. While a corrupted gem is more akin to a mutated rabid animal until a cure is found, a pallified gem’s body – while usually maintaining the integrity of its physical form – has been rendered soulless. Once White Diamond supplants their conscious minds with her own, she boots them out to parts unknown (she doesn’t even care enough for her own subjects to figure out what exactly she’s doing to their conscious minds) with no way for them to find their way back to their original body. It’s not even made clear whether or not a gem’s consciousness is killed off outright the moment White infects them. So, a pallified gem is basically condemned to eternal purgatory. Naturally, even after the events of GA, there are still millions of gems afflicted with this condition with no known cure to ail them. With White Diamond herself shattered at this point, these victims are little more than vegetables at best.

A Friend in Need: It must be stressed that the objective from the start of Gem Ascension was not to overthrow the Diamond Authority (and certainly not to destroy Homeworld itself): it was to rescue friends who were in trouble. Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and Connie were all imprisoned on Homeworld with no means to truly escape, so Steven resorted to sending an SOS to the Crystal Gems on standby on Earth. After taking charge of this mission, Peridot greatly emphasized their objective being a quick in-and-out after rescuing their friends as quietly as possible. Then the mission escalated with much higher stakes, but the objective remained the same. Act I concluded with all of the Crystal Gems safely escaping Homeworld and returning to Earth… save for Peridot. The follow-up mission, consequently, had the same objective: rescue Peridot, then escape. It was later amended to rescue all of Homeworld’s native gems once it was discovered that Homeworld itself was going to fall apart very soon. The revolution that came about with Homeworld’s destruction and the fall of the Diamonds were merely byproducts of the rescue mission. Only Pearl seemed to anticipate this kind of result, but none of the Crystal Gems were prepared to be responsible for keeping Era 3 going on Earth in Homeworld’s absence (as well as the Diamonds’).

Acceptable Targets: In-Universe, the lower you are in the caste system on Homeworld, the more you’re expected to take abuse of any kind from any gem of a higher class. This is Who I Am goes further into depth on this topic; it’s revealed Peridots have no rights when it comes to being mistreated by gems above their class. Even worse, it’s illegal for a Peridot to antagonize a gem of a higher caste for any reason – yet it’s perfectly legal for elite gems, such as quartzes, to do whatever they wish to a Peridot so long as it doesn’t permanently damage them or compromise whatever mission they’re assigned together on. Yes, even if a low-caste gem is raped (like Peridot almost was), it’s legal and the victimized gem is fully expected to suck it up and deal with it.

Adaptation Expansion: Not only does the GA series serve as an alternative to Change Your Mind, but it frequently brings up events from past canon episodes. This isn’t done for nostalgia’s sake, but rather to expand on said scenes and observe them with a different lens. Through this, scenes in the show readers have seen multiple times can yield some new discoveries with the additional details and questions posed within the GA narrative.

Adaptational Alternate Ending: Takes place shortly after Escapism in the show. The first few minutes of Change Your Mind are canon to the fic (mainly Blue Diamond’s Heel-Face Turn), but it’s completely off the rails from there on out. So, it’s basically an alternative ending to Season 5.

After-Action Healing Drama: In Chapter 5 of Act I, after Peridot got caught in a No-Holds-Barred Beatdown with 9FC and sustained severe injuries in the previous chapter, the recently-rescued Steven uses Lion to take himself and Peridot somewhere private so he can heal her many injuries.

All For Nothing: The battle with White Diamond in Chapter 6 of Act III is this, as that wasn’t the real White Diamond to begin with. The Crystal Gems just wasted a load of time and energy on a proxy, and it’s the realization of this trope that causes said battle to abruptly turn in White’s favor, ending in a Curb-Stomp Battle with the Crystal Gems on the losing end.

Due to this aspect of the battle, it means Rainbow Quartz 2.0’s scheme to siphon off some of White Diamond’s essence (to later use for a cure for corruption and pallification when they return to Earth, knowing White’s never going to help willfully) was also a waste, and what Pearl and Steven gained was just the essence of a bunch of dead gems. Pearl has a bit of a minor Heroic BSoD in Chapter 7 over this, but Garnet pulls her out of it and encourages her to not give up on the endeavor.

All Up to You: The premise of Gem Ascension: Peridot, Lapis, Bismuth, and Greg step up to rescue their A-Team friends against all odds.

Alternate Continuity: This story takes place shortly after Escapism. Beyond the first few minutes of Change Your Mind, it becomes canon divergent from there.

Anachronic Order: After Gem Ascension’s completion, a set of stories was released throughout the month of May that all took place in Gem Asension’s continuity (save for one, technically, which took place a while before GA starts and has no connections to said continuity outside of being referenced in a few of the other stories) for Stevidot Month. Justified, somewhat, as they were only released out of order due to representing at least one of three prompts assigned for the five weeks of Stevidot Month, and Word of God planned much of this on the fly. A couple of stories were pre-prepared (Plans Change and This is Who I Am’s first chapter), but didn’t fit any prompts other than the ones assigned to the final two weeks. Since May’s conclusion, all stories (in their AO3 incarnations) have been put in a collection and are arranged in chronological order.

Bottled Up is the only story that averts this, as it chronologically occurs before all the others listed here and was also the first one released in May. However, since it does take place a good amount of time before GA’s starting point, it can easily be read as a standalone. The same cannot be said for the stories following it.

My Time is Now, which properly introduces Sphalerite (who only got an unnamed, featureless cameo in Act III and spoke the very last lines of the story), takes place no more than half an hour after Act III’s conclusion, but it was also the last story released in May.

Second-to-last was Plans Change, which took place only a few hours after the aforementioned story.

This is Who I Am chronologically falls roughly half a week after that, but its first chapter was released in the middle of the month.

Peri-dise: The Capitalist Anarchy takes place about 1-2 months after GA Act III, making it currently second-to-last in GA’s overall continuity, but was the third story released overall during May’s second week.

It’s a Birthday, Yes It Is takes place in late August, making it the furthest-removed from GA’s timeline by 3-4 months (until the release of Our Tomorrow – a direct sequel to this story taking place exactly one year later, but won’t be listed here as it was made long after Stevidot Month ended). It was the second story released for Stevidot Month.

Anyone Can Die: The moment White Pearl and Blue Diamond die (relatively close to the same time) by Chapter 6 of Act I makes it apparent no punches will be pulled in this story; especially after it’s made clear how much of a Complete Monster White Diamond is in this continuity. Yellow Diamond falls two chapters later, and at least for a short while it’s presumed Peridot met a similar fate. There’s also the concept of pallification, which renders several hundred gems functionally dead in Act I alone. The majority of the gems left on the planet end up pallified by the time the Crystal Gems return to Homeworld in Act III. By the climax of said act, White Diamond self-destructs. On a smaller scale, almost every original character introduced in GA either dies or is already dead upon introduction. 5XF is the only one so far who averts this.

Astral Projection: An aspect of Steven’s developing powers in Act III. During Chapter 4, an all-pink astral projection of Steven travels into Peridot’s subconscious to find out what White Diamond did to fragment her mind. A bit later in Chapter 8, astral projections of Steven and Peridot are seen superimposed over the corporeal forms of Pink Diamond 2.0 and Chartreuse Diamond to signify both coming to terms with their Alter Egos becoming part of them and becoming whole.

Autodoc: The restoration machines that are abundant and scattered across Homeworld, which the Crystal Gems use to speed up the recovery process for Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl at the end of Chapter 6 of Act I.

Badasses in Distress: All of the imperiled Crystal Gems at the start of the story qualify. After Act I, Peridot takes their place.\

The Big Damn Kiss: Steven gives Peridot a pretty significant one in Act I’s final chapter right in the middle of a large and busy battlefield before they split ways to help their friends. Punctuated with a deliberate Shout-Out to Gem Drill.

Big Damn Reunion: Chapters 6 and 7 of Act I is this, as is Chapter 5 of Act III for the follow-up rescue mission.

Birthday Episode: It’s a Birthday, Yes It Is serves as one for Peridot. It also loosely applies to Steven, as his birthday is less than two weeks before hers and is frequently referenced (the pair’s chronological ages are 14 and 15 respectively by this point). Our Tomorrow is a direct sequel to the aforementioned story taking place exactly a year later, making Peridot 15 and Steven 16.

Bittersweet Ending: GA’s conclusion in a nutshell. The Diamond Authority is no longer a threat to anyone, but Homeworld is destroyed, meaning the Crystal Gems have to directly deal with the fallout of this particular revolution while ensuring Earth’s safety. Now they have thousands, if not millions of gems to help adapt to life on Earth and teach the concept of independence and free thought. Homeworld’s colony planets are doomed to civil disorder and collapse unless the heroes directly help, but that also presents a risk if they don’t play their cards right. Peridot and Steven’s lives are irrevocably shaken in their own right, and they’re the ones who’ll have to be the most involved in helping the Homeworld refugees. And there’s still the matter of curing not only the corrupted gems, but now the pallids as well. While GA ended the best way it possibly could, given the circumstances, there’s still a lot of work ahead for the Crystal Gems… and a lot of it will be unpleasant/awkward at best and outright life-threatening at worst.

Blank White Void: The nature of the Pocket Dimensions featured in Act III, save for the one Steven is initially imprisoned in at the end of Chapter 3.

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concussed-to-pieces · 8 years ago

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Business

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: AlphaBiker!Bo Dallas/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: I make no apologies for this, as usual. Another foray into A/B/O territory! Also everyone should go see Marine Five, because out of context this whole biker scene may not make much sense to you. And you will cry laughing like I did if you know anything about paramedics. Tagging Zeta Zone @toxiicpop, Lightning Lariat @oraclegazes, and Continual Compass @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

!DISCLAIMER!: Heyo kids! This is a fictional situation. Medics never work alone in the truck and the police are always on scene (except in a few very select scenarios). Stay safe!

!WARNING!: This is of the Alpha/Beta/Omega variety, and involves rutting and knotting.

Bo was livid. Beyond livid, really. Incensed, infuriated, perforated in the fucking thigh. He hated getting stabbed. His least favorite part of the job in the club was the amount of knives he dealt with. He’d taken many hits to his arms, his torso and one particularly bad one to the back of his calf that still twinged if the weather was changing. Knives were always much more personal than bullets, but everything was personal when it came to club dealings. Personal and business and personal.

Bo realized he was fading out of consciousness, shit, shit. Trembling fingers fumbled with his phone in his pocket, and he cursed loudly when he realized the battery was essentially dead. Only one call. He could try the clubhouse, but if no one was around to answer he’d be up Fuck Creek without a shitting paddle to show for it.

“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?”

“Hello.” Bo swallowed hard, tried to get his voice to sound a little less like he’d been screaming swears at the top of his lungs not half an hour ago. “I think…I’m uh, I’m losing a lot of blood. From my leg. I…” He paused, pressing the side of his head to the cold, damp asphalt. “M’ not feelin’ so good.”

“What is your location, sir?”

Bo rattled off the address, then his phone beeped one time and died like the piece of shit it was. Why, why did Randy have to stab him in the fucking leg? Orton hadn’t even taken his bike, it was right there, taunting him. All shiny chrome and blue flames.

But Bo knew he had to keep pressure on his leg. God forbid that knife have sliced through the…shit, was it the carotid that was in the leg? Femoral? Either way, death by slow-pulse seeping through his chaps was not something that interested him. He was a young Alpha, yeah, but he’d seen more than enough old guys die through lack of care and shit like that. Big tough-guy Alphas and Betas who thought they were badasses that weren’t affected by fucking blood loss or infections like everyone else.

Granted, Bo had kind of been a little careless. A little cocky maybe.

Maybe.

But he’d earned his fucking Enforcer patch, and he wasn’t about to fail the club by representing them poorly. Even if the V.P. had sent him out at the worst possible part of his rut. He holstered his pistol as he heard the sirens, going so far as to snap the strap over the top. He could already tell it was an ambulance and not a cop car but the last thing he needed was panicky fucking medics because he had a live piece.

Bo leaned his head back against the pylon. His body really, really wanted to pass out. The pain was kind of negligible, he could deal with pain. It was more the blood loss that appeared to be doing him in. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so there was that working against him as well. Should have stopped and gotten something to eat. Even with rut-gut. He thought, licking his busted-up knuckles absently to get a little of the blood off them. He definitely got in a few good hits once he’d knocked the gun out of that fuck’s hands, but Randy also gave nearly as good as he got. Bo thought he’d had the situation under control.

Don’t kill the guy, don’t let him kill you, make it a hands-only beatdown to gently remind him not to fuck with the status quo. They made alliances, yeah. Some guys said that made the club weak. Some guys needed to learn how to be quiet and fall in line when their superiors were speaking. The Lost Legion wasn’t a weak club for making fucking alliances with the Lones, if anything the merging of resources and manpower would make both packs stronger. Maybe eventually they could all put aside their differences and work as one cohesive unit.

Not today though. Bo groaned as his thigh throbbed when he tried to shift his weight into a less-uncomfortable sitting position. Orton had been going to fucking hamstring him but apparently was willing to settle for bare mutilation. Bo wasn’t sure how deep the wound was. It felt too deep.

The ambulance, sweet Jesus, finally, pulled up in the empty parking lot. Bo watched dazedly as one medic made their way to the back, grabbed a large bag and slung it over their shoulder. Where was the other medic? Normally there were two. Scratch that, he was pretty sure they were required to have two. Wary now and more than lightheaded, Bo shoved himself up a little bit with his hand at his side. If this was a trick he was going out guns fucking blazing.

A scent abruptly hit his nose and Bo’s empty stomach clenched tight as a fist. He grimaced. Over the usual reek of antiseptic and nitrile there was…

Shit.

“Whoa, easy!” He called, holding up a hand as the medic went to approach him. She immediately stopped. “Christ, Christ, I’m an unmated Alpha, got a rut going right now and you smell like fuckin’ delicious mate-Omega, p-please back off.” He begged, barely recognizing his own voice. “Don’t wanna’ hurt you. I just need help. Ain’t you got a partner in there?”

“I’m the only one in the truck, sir, you’re going to have to live with it. Are you the one who made the call?” She replied, all business.

Bo swallowed hard, grinding his teeth. “Yeah, it was me. My phone’s dead.” He answered finally. “I…shit, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m half-in right now and you smell like mate.”

“In your state I doubt you could do much to me.” She knelt beside him, digging through the large medic bag. “I need to cut your leathers. Do I have your permission?”

“My…wait, what?” Bo asked in confusion, unsure if his ears were acting up. “Are you-”

“Your leathers, sir. I understand that these are important and expensive in more than one way, like every patch on your jacket. I have a healthy respect for my own life, but I need to cut your pants to get to the wound. This will probably ruin them. Is it alright for me to cut them?” Her tone was measured, calm, and she kept her eyes down.

Bo was pretty sure if he hadn’t lost so much blood he’d be fucking aroused. Someone in a uniform (albeit not a cop) was asking his permission for shit. And it was a pretty Omega, who smelled like clean and mate. This…this did not bode well at all. “You do what you need to, doc. But-”

“If at some point my closeness becomes an issue, indicate your discomfort and I will retreat to a safe distance until the wave passes. I will not make eye contact unless absolutely necessary. If you want to make this easier on the both of us, just focus on that streetlight overhead until I’m done.”

Bo wanted to fucking cry with relief, Christ, she’d been trained to handle unmated, knee-deep-in-rut Alphas. “Thank fuck, you’re the best doc.”

“I’m…it’s no trouble. What’s your name? Can you tell me what happened?” She asked, trauma shears cold on the skin of his leg.

Bo exhaled hard, tilting his chin back. “I fell.”

“Uh huh. Okay. So, I’m obligated to tell you I strongly suggest you let me transport you to the hospital. I know you’re going to refuse, but I’m obligated. Paperwork.”

“I…I know I ought to. I’m balls-deep in a rut, shouldn’t even be out here but,” Bo shrugged as best as he could. “Business. Hospital sounds like a fucking danger zone, buncha’ wounded, blood smell everywhere, I just-” He grunted, his stomach tensing up. “Shit, shit back off, I’m sorry but you have to–”

“I am, it’s okay.” She dragged her bag a little ways away from him and Bo slammed his fist down on the ground in an attempt to combat the wave, breathing hard and fast as everything went good hot yes.

He shook his head and fucking squirmed, whole body trembling uneasily. “Fucking–” He managed to gasp. “Put the pain back, put it back I can’t handle this shit, fuck-”

“Easy, easy. I’m here, it’ll pass.” She sounded gentle, not so much the professional. “You’re doing fine. It’ll pass.”

“I will fucking crawl to you on my fucking belly, no no, no no no don’t move further away c’mon!” Bo snarled, hardly aware of what was coming out of his mouth. He almost tipped himself over, snapping his teeth loudly. “Smell good, so good, let me fucking touch you-”

“How long are your usual waves? A minute? Minute thirty?” She asked casually, like he wasn’t scrabbling around on his side trying to get to her like a fucking downed zombie.

Bo shuddered and panted for breath, practically welcoming the return of the pain. “Fuck, fuck fuck, I’m sorry. Usually forty seconds, they’ve gone to almost three minutes in my worse ones.”

“Don’t apologize, you’re fine.” She reassured him, maintaining her even tone. “I’m going to get close again, I promise I’ll work quick.”

“I should be okay fo–uck, shit, shit, fuck.” Bo gritted his teeth, raking a hand through his hair. He knocked his head back against the street light, doing his damnedest to focus on the flickering bulb above him instead of the way her hands felt on his skin, focus on the sharp, bright pain instead of the next warm wave already building in his stomach. “Fucking hell, I’m sorry about all of this-”

“It’s alright. I’m sorry they sent a lone Omega out to you without a backup plan.” She sounded a little bitter.

“Last call of the night?” Bo asked breathlessly.

“They’re not technically allowed to send us out in the truck alone. You need two medics at all times, at least one of them an Alpha or Beta. But I guess we can bend the rules every now and then.” Yep, definitely bitter. “I mean it’s not like you’re an unmated Alpha in the middle of your rut or anything, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Bo groaned out a laugh. “Normally I don’t have to do…to leave my safe area when I’m rutting. Get left alone like most guys. But duty called tonight.” The distant roar of at least two bikes caught his attention and Bo started. “Oh no.”

“’Oh no’?” She asked, tearing off a strip of tape. “Why oh no?”

“I don’t know if that’s Legion guys or not. And yeah it might be some randoms, but the coincidence is-” The next wave hit hard and Bo found himself panting, arms wrapped around her. “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, my bad. Gonna’ let you go, you need to get in your truck and scram. Am I decently patched?”

“Y-Yes, you should be okay if you don’t aggravate it.” Her voice caught in her throat and Bo wondered at that, burying his nose in her hair selfishly for a second (mate yes good mate-Omega) before forcing himself to release her.

“Run, run run run, get the hell out of here.” He ordered even while his body screamed to touch her again. She at least listened to him, picking up the huge bag and sprinting back to her ambulance. Bo wasn’t able to help the howl he let out, digging his teeth into the leather of his jacket to muffle the pitiful noise. She tore off from the parking lot and headed to the left, thank fuck, because not a minute later three bikes came trundling into the lot from the right.

Bo shoved himself upright again, covering the hole in his leathers with his shirt as best as he could. The first bike rumbled up alongside him and the man on it stared at him impassively for a moment. “Dallas, the fuck happened? I sent you out here to teach a lesson and it looks like you’re the one who got fucking schooled.”

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be carrying heat. I almost got my ass blown away.” Bo snarled.

The V.P., a surprisingly small-boned Alpha by the name of Adam Rose, raised an eyebrow. “Is this backtalk I’m hearing out of you, Dallas? Somebody got rut-brain and can’t do their job right?”

“Hey, Veep, go easy on him. Look at all the blood, he’s obviously hurt.” Curtis protested, killing his engine and hopping off the bike. “What happened, man? Tell us what happened.”

“I got stabbed in the fucking leg, almost got shot in the fucking head, motherfucker left me here to bleed out with a dead phone and a bike I can’t fucking ride. How did you guys even find me?” Bo grunted.

“Ah, Rose said you’d-”

Adam stopped Slater with a slashing motion of his hand, the dark-haired man getting off his own bike. “Dallas, do you have any idea how bad this is going to look? I sent you out to do a job.” Adam scolded him like he was a child. Bo’s face flushed weakly with embarrassment. “And now it looks like you’re not competent enough to handle a simple task. Jesus Christ. I have to do everything around here…” Adam paused, his eyes narrowing. “What is that?”

“What is what?” Heath asked.

Adam pointed at the white padding poking out from beneath Bo’s shirt. “That, you fucking idiot!”

“Shit, Veep he’s rutting, probably shouldn’t be so personal with him.” Curtis winced when Rose didn’t miss a beat, moving in even closer and grabbing a handful of Bo’s shirt.

“Who patched you up, huh Dallas?” Adam hissed, paying exactly zero attention to the way Bo gritted his teeth in pain. “What, you just happen to have a bunch of gauze pads and some fucking tape in your pocket? Answer me!”

Bo went rigid as the wave hit him, a snarl bubbling in his throat and curling his lips back from his teeth. He dimly felt the fresh scabs on his knuckles crack when he clenched his fists.

“Veep back off, back off.” Slater warned, touching Adam’s shoulder. But the damage had been done.

Bo lashed out, knocking Rose onto his back and swinging for the cheap seats. Axel grabbed Bo’s arms before he could really set into Adam, the burlier Alpha dragging him bodily off the vice president. Bo fought Curtis for a second, thrashing in his grip and snapping his teeth angrily at Rose. “Don’t touch me again don’t touch me don’t you fucking touch me!” Bo ranted, everything red-hot and fury because I am wounded and he’s strong and he’ll kill me unless I kill him.

“Dallas what the fuck?” Adam coughed, running a finger over his split lip. Even as the wave receded Bo felt vague satisfaction, knowing he’d rattled the normally cool and calm Alpha.

“Axel toldja’ not to, Veep. Bo ruts hard.” Heath sighed, giving Bo an apologetic look. “You okay man? How’s your stomach?”

“E-Empty. Hurts.” Bo grunted, tapping Curtis on the leg. “You can let me go now, it’s okay.”

Before Curtis could move though, Adam slammed a fist into Bo’s stomach. Axel yelled, “What the fuck, Veep?!” as Bo choked for breath, legs buckling underneath him.

“He attacked the Vice President!” Rose snapped.

“He’s in a fuckin’ rut, man, what the hell’s wrong with you?” Slater asked incredulously, kneeling beside the crumpled Bo. “Dallas? Yo, Dallas, stay with me!”

Bo just laid on his side, stomach twisting as the world faded in pulses around him. Asphalt grayed out beneath his head. He could feel the thunder of his heartbeat in his thigh, and then there was sudden pressure on the wound. Slater, it had to be Slater, that Beta was such a mom.

“Breathe for me, Dallas.” Heath said firmly. Bo hacked in a gasp of air after what felt like millennia and over his wheezing he heard Slater sigh with relief.

A black boot landed dangerously close to his head. “Fucking leave him, he’s too dangerous to have in the Legion. Attacking the V.P. is a fucking-”

“Rose, you sent him out during his rut! He’s not a fucking animal, man, he’s rutting and you got rough with him.” Curtis interrupted the Vice President angrily. “You know any other member would have turned this shit down if they were rutting; you have plenty of able-bodied assholes back at the clubhouse so why in the hell would you make Bo go out?”

“Enough.” Adam said curtly. “Every last act of insubordination is being fucking noted. If you two want to drag a carcass back to the clubhouse, by all means carry on. But my business is done here.”

Bo closed his eyes and dropped his head to rest on the ground, breathing quick and shallow. When Adam had brought his foot down Bo was certain he was about to be capped. He heard Rose’s bike start up with that odd hitch that it had and once the roar of it had faded off he opened his eyes again, smiling weakly up at Heath. “Thanks, den mom.”

Heath huffed at Bo’s teasing. Curtis laughed, seeming relieved. “Gave us a fuckin’ scare there, Bo. What really happened? I mean, now that the fucking twat crumpet is gone.” Adam, hailing originally from South Africa, had an accent that sounded very posh. That and his…uptight nature had earned him a few nicknames, twat crumpet being one of the favorites.

“He sent me out for Orton, you guys remember the shit Orton said the other day. It was goin’ okay, I wasn’t too fuzzy to get it done, y’know?” Bo paused. “Randy wrenched me pretty good with his knife, perfed me once I knocked his gun out of his hands. He was going for the back of my leg but I turned, so he went for my fuckin’ thigh instead. Dropped me and then he ran like a bitch. Didn’t even try to finish me off, didn’t take my bike, nothing.” Bo flapped a hand at his dead phone. “I was on red so I called medics.”

“That’s how you got patched up, yeah?” Heath asked, peeking at the padding under his hand.

“It was an Omega though, all alone an’ everything. She smelled amazing.”

Curtis snorted in disbelief. “You musta’ lost more blood than you thought, Bo, hallucinatin’ Omegas and shit. You woulda’ ripped them apart being how you are now.”

“I will swear to you up and down, I’ll swear on any of my tattoos, unaccompanied Omega and obviously I was reeking up the whole fuckin’ block.” Bo insisted. “She’d been trained, kept her eyes down and backed off when I warned her. It was fucking wild.”

“When you…oh yeah, the waves.” Heath pantomimed slapping himself on the forehead. “It’s been so long since I’ve dealt with that shit.”

“Lucky fuck.” Bo grunted, Axel nodding in agreement. Speak of the devil, Bo felt his stomach tense up again. “Ugh-”

“More?” Slater queried warily. “Do I need to take my hands off?”

“Nah you’re Beta, you’re Beta, you’re good, no threat no threat-” Bo broke out in a cold sweat, pressing a hand over Heath’s on his leg. “F-F-uck I can’t, I can’t–”

“Shh, you’re alright man, you’re alright. Give him some space, Axel.” Heath instructed calmly, making the Alpha take a few steps back. “Bo, you’re safe. Nothin’s gonna’ hurt you while we’re here, you’re safe.”

“I know, I know, I know.” Bo moaned, fingers digging into his leg. “I just–fuck, fuck fuck–”

“It’s only us here, Bo. Once this passes we’ll get you ho…what the hell is this shit now?” Curtis asked, sounding annoyed. Bo felt the pavement vibrate beneath his cheek, realized that the roaring wasn’t just in his ears.

An unfamiliar bike with a sidecar pulled into the lot, its lights off. “Axel,” Bo gasped, “Get over–h-here, behind me, dunno’ who’s on there, Axel!” The other Alpha had started off towards the bike, a hand already reaching for his pistol. Bo frantically clawed at Heath’s arm, trying to pull himself up. “Stop him Slater, Christ, what if it’s just some do-gooder from an RC?”

“It’s all good, Bo. Axel won’t shoot until he knows he’s fucked. He’s old-school when it comes to that.” Heath raised his voice. “Right, Axel?”

“Don’t fuckin’ scare them off, Jesus Christ.” Bo groaned. “It might be somebody from the Lones.”

“Hey Bo, you want an assist?” Curtis yelled from his spot beside the bike.

Bo raised his hand and flipped Axel off with all the strength he could muster. Heath started laughing. “He means ‘yes, please’.” The Beta called in reply.

“It’s President Corbin, is Dallas mid-wave?”

“No I’m good, I’m good.”

“He says he’s good, c’mon over.” Heath answered Axel, removing his hand from Bo’s leg. “Let’s sit you up, brother. That ground can’t be comfortable.”

It was well after four in the morning when Bo finally got home. Heath had been trained as a first responder “in another lifetime”, so he tried his best to keep up to date. Lord knows he was always fixing somebody up, from muffler burns to buddy-taping broken fingers. Bo at least knew he was in good hands as far as avoiding infections went.

His mind rolled back to the mystery Omega while he sat slumped in the sidecar of the Lone Wolves president’s bike, waiting for Heath and Curtis to haul him upright.

She had been so gentle with Bo, hadn’t struggled when he’d grabbed her. She never met his eyes, kept her voice as even as she could. Bo was struck by a sudden desire to know what color her eyes were, to know what she smelled like when she was happy. He instantly crushed the longing though. Thinking like that was what got Alphas into trouble these days, using the dumbest part of your brain to reason.

He wished he had gotten her name. Without an imprint it was hard to tell whether he had just been smelling fertile Omega because he was rutting and rutting hard, or whether he was smelling actual mate. He doubted he was that lucky.

Baron clasped his forearm before leaving, nodding to Heath and Curtis as Bo returned the gesture. “My Sarge, Roman, will bring your bike back. Act of goodwill between us, mainly so Prez Hunter doesn’t think we got skeevy on him or you. We heard about Orton.” The Lone Wolves had an uncanny knack for hearing everything. “We’d be more than happy to help out in that manhunt. If your president agrees, of course. I know we’re newly-joined.”

“Club business is club business. I’m sure Prez Hunter will be in touch though.” Heath said, sounding rueful. The Tail-Gunner was not overly fond of altercations, especially larger-scale ones.

The tattooed Alpha grinned, mirroring the wolf on his cut to an almost eerie point. “Very true. We’ll wait on his call. Keys, Dallas?”

“What’ll happen when Rose gives his report to the prez? Shit Heath, it don’t look good for me.” Bo said dejectedly as the Beta helped him into his apartment. Time to return to the real world.

“Curtis an’ I will vouch for you.” Heath made a noise of disbelief. “You think our prez would ignore the word of one of his best Enforcers and his TG? On the subject of his best Enforcer? No chance in hell, brother.”

…

When he saw her again almost two weeks later, he could barely believe it. But it was her, oh God it was her! She loitered in the doorway in street clothes, looking incredibly out of place. Well, as out of place as an unattended female Omega could look, in a biker bar swarming with Alphas and Betas.

Bo remembered he had legs after a minute and began trying to make his way across the room to the door. It was slow going, the room packed with men and women wearing both Lone Wolves and Lost Legion cuts. Plus his thigh was still more than cranky about his jerky movements. Naomi, an Alpha pledge, came running when Bo finally gave up and waved her over. “Heya’ sweetie, need a hand?” She asked above the din of the bar.

“Nah I just love making a fool of myself in front of the Omega who saved my ass the other night. Yes pledge, help clear a way to the fuckin’ door.” Bo softened his exasperated words with a grin, making Naomi laugh and wrap an arm around his waist.

“You got it, c’mon.”

The main meeting between the Lone Wolves and the Lost Legion had been a rather brief one. President Hunter, being in charge of the senior club for the area, hashed out details with President Corbin about how things were done in Legion territory.

Baron had apparently fucking gotten to his feet and applauded Hunter when he heard how the Legion handled their pledges, Alphas, Betas and Omegas. President Hunter had always been adamant on them being treated fairly. No malicious harassment of pledges was tolerated on any grounds, and anything he caught wind of was dealt with swiftly, usually by Bo or Curtis. They’d lost a handful of prospects that way but how Hunter put it was, “if you make the pledges fearful, you make their mates anxious, which makes them paranoid, which rips us apart. Treat your mates like queens or kings, treat your Omegas and your Betas like equals.”

Speaking of the Lones, President Corbin had sauntered up beside the unattended Omega while Bo had been making his way along. Corbin bent down so he could hear what she was saying and then straightened back up. Bo watched as keen eyes swept the room and then landed on him.

“Dallas!” Baron called in greeting, deep voice easily commanding the attention of the room. “The lady asks for you. Unless there’s another guy in here with three tears tattooed on his face?”

Bo, out of force of habit, tapped his index down on his facial tattoos. One for Dad, one for Mom, and one for big brother, all gone too soon. Baron inclined his head, gesturing to the Omega and then striding towards the bar.

“Wow, he’s stupid tall.” Naomi said quietly, making Bo snort.

“Probably Alpha parents. They make ‘em big these days.” Bo shrugged. “Like Prez Hunter, guy’s not that tall but he fills the doorway.” Upon finally arriving in front of the Omega (who had taken up staring at the floor), Naomi propped him up against the wall and winked before melting back into the crowd. “I never got the chance to thank you the other night for keeping my ass alive, and I gotta’ ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a rough place like this?” Bo questioned, doing his best to gentle out his tone.

He forgot whatever he’d been planning on saying when she finally raised her eyes to meet his for the first time and–

And.

The imprint kicked like a fucking mule, Bo was pretty sure if he hadn’t been shoulder to the wall he’d be on his ass. She didn’t seem to be faring much better, staring up at him with her mouth slightly ajar. She was…fucking gorgeous, this had to be a trick. There was no way, Alpha or not, that he could have possibly lucked out this hard. Mate.

A hand landed heavily on his shoulder and then Heath was pressing a shot glass into his hand and hers as well, entertainingly. “Cheers!” The lanky Beta smiled. He started laughing at the confused expression on Bo’s face. “Aw c’mon Dallas, like I wouldn’t notice a new ‘print happening right in front a’ me? Rhyno! Get over here!” Heath called over his shoulder.

“What’s your name? I’ve been looking for you.” Her voice sounded so much louder than everything else.

“Bo Dallas.” Bo replied, unable to tear his eyes away from her. “You’re uh…I mean, wow. This is…unexpected.”

“Not for me. Sorry about the other night.” She apologized, looking a little bashful. “My company doesn’t permit imprinting on the clock. Says it’s unprofessional. It was kind of a bear tracking you down, too. Omega nose and all. How’s your leg?”

Bo opened his mouth to answer and then Rhyno made his appearance, the broad Alpha flanking him. “Yeah Heath?”

“Lookit’ who just got themselves sorted out!” Heath sounded as excited as Bo felt. “He’s all grown up now, babe. It seems like only yesterday we were pledgin’ this scrawny mutt in and now look at him!” Heath continued proudly, rumpling Bo’s hair. “Never thought I’d see you paired, and with such a lovely gal!”

“Damn Slater, what a vote of confidence.” Bo remarked dryly, reaching out his hand to tug her close after she gamely downed her shot. Christ, Christ, she fit so perfect in his arms and the little sigh she let out when she snuggled in? Shit. There would be no contesting this imprint, that was for damn sure.

Rhyno let Heath pull him in for a hug, tolerating his mate’s over-affectionate ways with that calm sort of resignation that Bo had come to know the stoic Alpha for. Heath actually looked like he was about to get teary.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Again.” She said, making Bo chuckle.

“Sure is. I…” Bo trailed off as he realized that President Hunter was meandering his way through the crowd towards him and his new mate, stopping to talk to a few individuals along the way. He’d obviously caught wind of the imprinting and left his office to see the addition. Either that or he’d just smelled the Omega.

“Hoo boy, here comes the authority. Well, we’ll get outta’ your way. It was nice meetin’ you, hopefully we’ll see more of you?” Heath said quickly, shaking her hand while Rhyno held his fist out to Bo, who bumped it.

Bo couldn’t help but feel nervous. Hunter was nineteen different shades of Big Boss Alpha and God forbid he smell something wrong with their bond. Bo would sacrifice anything for his brothers in the club, but some things were harder to give up than others.

“Congratulations are in order, I heard.” Hunter said evenly when he’d maneuvered himself in front of them. Anyone who didn’t know him would think he was totally relaxed, posture loose and comfortable. But Bo knew better, could see the twitch of his fingers in the pockets of his vest. His heart sank. Hunter being fidgety was never a good sign. “I hope that you understand your duties to the club always come first.”

Bo nodded, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly on her hip. “Absolutely, President Hunter.” He answered, ducking his head in a show of respect.

“Alright then. Go take the night off. I remember my imprint.” Hunter ordered after a moment, his smile more genuine this time.

“But Prez, I needed Dallas to–” Of course it was Rose, of fucking course. Guy always seemed to come out of the fucking woodwork whenever something was going decently.

Hunter silenced the other man with a look. “You have other guys, Adam. Find someone else.”

Rose huffed out an angry breath, appearing like he was about to argue. Hunter gently took his arm and then not-so-gently hauled Rose off towards his office. Bo couldn’t believe that Adam had been about to talk club business right in front of someone who was obviously not part of the club. Christ, was there no end to his shit?

“That’s the guy from the other night, isn’t it?” She asked quietly, flushing when Bo looked down at her, startled. “I…I only pulled the truck around the side of the lot and then killed the engine. I wasn’t sure if I would need to call the police.” She shrugged, still keeping her voice down. “I’d only just found you, y'know? I’m kind of surprised you didn’t hear me when he punched you.”

Bo kissed her forehead, his brain still spinning with the fact that she was his and she had worried about him and she smelled like clean and some kind of flower, honeysuckle maybe. She nuzzled into his neck and Bo couldn’t help the noise he made. “You want to come back to my place? We’ve obviously got some things to take care of.” He was proud of how steady his voice was.

She smiled up at him and Bo felt like his insides were melting, he couldn’t help but almost smile back.

“You piece of garbage!” Rose fucking exploded. Bo didn’t even know where he came from, he just knew that Adam was furious and going to hurt her. Bo quickly shoved her bodily behind him, raising his fists as Adam stood there with his chest heaving. “Why the hell should you be the one to find your mate, and an Omega mate at that?” Rose snapped angrily.

Bo wanted to disappear. What the fuck was Rose doing? This was so embarrassing, not to mention club suicide! Attempting to have a physical altercation, in front of a room full of Lones? Shit, talk about infighting!

“You couldn’t even handle Orton properly, you miserable excuse for an Alpha!” And with that, Adam fucking lunged for him. Bo caught both his wrists and swung him into a bear hug from behind, squeezing the obviously irrational man tight enough to make his breath catch. Adam thrashed in his grip, trying to bite Bo’s arm. “Fuck you, fuck you she should be mine!” He snarled.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Rose?” Bo grunted in pain as Adam’s frantic motions made his thigh flare up. His mate (his mate!) was suddenly alongside him, a strong arm weaseling between his body and Adam’s to create some separation. Christ, of course she was strong. Bo knew he shouldn’t be getting excited about that in this day and age, Omegas weren’t exactly soft pets. That was history book shit, dictated by pompous Alphas to long-suffering Betas and Omegas.

It was still fucking sexy though.

“Enough.” Hunter’s ‘Alpha’ voice still made Bo freeze after all this time. Adam took the opportunity to rip an arm free and shove his mate violently, knocking the smaller Omega over.

She made a sound like she was hurt when she hit the floor and the next thing Bo knew Curtis, Hunter and Baron were wrestling him off of Adam. Bo began trying to stammer out an apology, not sure what had happened. His knuckles were busted open again.

Baron knocked their foreheads together, silencing him. “You protect your mate’s honor with your own, Dallas. There’s no shame in that.” The tall Alpha said calmly. “Let no person try shit and get away with it.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” Bo replied shakily.

Hunter rumpled his hair after a tense second. “Fucking Dallas, what the hell am I gonna’ do with you?” At least the president sounded fondly exasperated, like he was dealing with one of his pups instead of his fully-grown Enforcer.

His Omega (his Omega!) all but wrapped herself around him and Bo worriedly checked her over before holding her tight. “You okay, doc?” She nodded into his chest. “Didn’t scare you, right?” A shake of her head this time. Bo sighed with relief, resting his cheek on top of her head.

Hunter got to his feet, hands tucked into the pockets of his vest. “And this shit is why we talk to our Wise Ones and chaplains on the fucking regular!” He said loudly to the room. “Never know how deep that crazy Alpha jealousy will fester in you before it eats you alive.”

“Hear hear.” Baron agreed. “Show’s over everyone. Whose ass was I kicking at darts?” The tattooed president’s dismissal of the situation was obvious, his own club members going back to their conversations or drinks almost immediately.

Naomi sidled up beside Bo and his mate(!), watching wide-eyed while Hunter and Curtis tried to scrape Rose off the floor. “Damn, remind me to not piss you off.”

His Omega-mate didn’t let go of Bo, even when they reached his bike outside. “This sucks.” She grumbled, making Bo snort.

“What sucks?”

“All these feelings! I’ve spent the past two weeks tearing my own hair out trying to find you, and now I do and some crazy Alpha is apparently still working under that ‘Omegas as property’ mindset. ‘She should be mine’.” She mimicked Rose, squeezing Bo and then letting go of him. “I wanted to yank his throat out for touching you. That’s kind of surreal for me, Bo. I’m not exactly a…well, I’m not very aggressive.”

“You wanted to protect me. It’s healthy. I’m yours now, after all.” Bo pointed out. “I hope you wouldn’t expect me to stand by while somebody manhandled you.”

“God no, I’m just…I hope I’ll be able to control it.” She seemed worried, staring at the ground.

Bo tipped her chin back up so he could see her eyes. “Hey. You’re a beautiful, strong, brave Omega. All those things come before the Omega part. You would be this way even if you were a Beta or an Alpha. It’s obviously who you are, not what your secondary is. I am…I’m glad that you can call me yours, and I can call you mine. I was hoping…” Bo paused, clearing his throat nervously. “I mean, since the other night I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, but I never thought that it was because I was supposed to have you, y’know? I figured it was wishful thinking, what the heck could I have done to deserve someone as pretty or caring as you were?”

She bit her lip and then smiled. “But now?”

“Oh I’ve got an uphill battle ahead of me here, doc. The first skirmish is you climbing up behind me on my bike. Interested?”

…

Bo didn’t care about the stinging in his thigh from the ride over, didn’t care about the fact that his knuckles were all freshly scraped from walloping the shit out of Adam’s face. Because she was here, in his apartment, her hand down his leathers, palming his dick. Shit, he’d had his rut two weeks ago but Bo felt like he could go a fresh round.

“Do you track your heat?” He gasped. Most Omegas did but assuming was never a good idea.

She nodded. “I have three weeks.”

“Mm, good. Can’t wait. If you want me there, of course.” Bo did his best to adopt an unaffected tone. He knew he’d failed when she started giggling at him.

“What the heck are you going to do if I don’t want you there, Bo? Mope around with your buddies?” She asked, still snickering. The whole time her hand continued to stroke over his cock, maddeningly slow and gentle. She was teasing and it was driving the Alpha absolutely wild. There had been other girls a few times, when he was rutting and it got to be too much. But he’d never felt this good just by having someone barely fucking touch him.

“You’re the best, you know that?” He said conversationally. She puffed out a breath and Bo pulled her a little closer, pulled her to his chest again. “Nobody’s ever gotten a reaction like this out of me, even during my rut.”

“Really? Not for lack of trying, I’d imagine.” She joked. Bo shook his head.

“I wanted to wait for my mate. For you. I was weak during the rut, though. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it okay?” She said quietly. “Trust me, if there was a way I could have safely engaged with someone during my heat you can bet your ass I would have because holy shit, I just get so sensitive.”

“Do you…” Bo hesitated, unsure if he should bring it up. “Do you think I’ll be able to uh. Handle you? I’ve never been with a first timer, don’t want to fuck up.”

“We’ll do our homework. This is of course assuming you don’t have any sort of business that calls you away while I’m in heat.”

Bo rumbled in his chest. “After tonight, I sincerely doubt that’ll be an issue. President Hunter is usually pretty lenient about first mate heats.”

Her smile was fucking brilliant, it made Bo’s insides twist and ache with longing. “I want you to be there, Bo.”

Bo hummed, unable to help the goofy grin that he hated so much. The other Alphas in the club always teased him about it, said he had ‘that soft, Beta smile’. He did his best to avoid smiling, or if he did it was brief, out of the corner of his mouth or something. He hadn’t smiled for real in ages, but this was definitely a special occasion. Bo unbuttoned the button on her jeans, raising his eyebrow in a silent question.

“Please.” She answered him, exhaling in a little gasp when he slid a hand into her jeans, into her panties.

“Oh.” Bo said eloquently, her aroused scent hitting him like a Mack truck. The next thing he noticed was how fucking wet she was, she’d soaked through her panties and her slick had pooled, a hot little mess in those impossibly tight jeans. “Take my dick out of my leathers.” He ordered, hissing when she looked up at him. Her pupils were blown wide as fuck, she looked drunk on him and if that wasn’t the hottest shit he’d seen he would eat his fucking bandanna. He repeated himself and she obeyed, struggling with the buttons on his old-style placket for a second or two.

Once his cock was free Bo removed his hand from her panties, silencing her protesting whine when he stroked his cock with her fresh slick. Her mouth went slightly slack again, like when they’d imprinted. “Oh.” She fucking crooned to him and Bo’s hand faltered, stopping entirely when her fingers twined through his hair and dragged him down to kiss her. He’d always been receptive to girls tugging his hair, he found it more than attractive when they wanted him to the point where they would start being demanding. This was something new though, he felt almost powerless to resist her.

Alpha, yeah, but Omega? Fuck yes.

“Mate me, mate me, mate me.” She chanted, murmuring the words into his mouth while she shoved his jacket off his shoulders.

Bo dragged his shirt over his head, hating that he had to break their kiss to do so. “Bedroom, move it.” He managed to say, “Get these tight fucking pants off, I love them but get them off want to touch you everywhere.” He growled in approval when she obeyed again. “Good girl. I’m yours now, remember that. Anytime you need anything, I am more than willing-” The rest of his elaborate speech went out the window when she pulled her shirt off and left herself in her bra and panties in front of him. “Oh. Fuck.” Bo choked instead, making her hitch out a breathless giggle. At least she seemed to find his awkwardness charming instead of…well, fucking awkward. “Look at you, look at you. Oh my God, Omega.”

She spoke with her body now, probably too far gone in her mating haze to articulate. Bo definitely wasn’t complaining, loving the way she squirmed beneath him when he pinned her to the door of his bedroom. Her hand wrapped around his own on the door’s handle, her mouth begging for more kisses, more of his tongue pressing past her lips and stroking her own in an apt echo of what he was about to do to her. Bo couldn’t help but surrender to the urge, dropping to his knees after tucking his cock back into his leathers and licking eagerly at the soaking wet area on her panties.

She whimpered, burying her fingers in his long brown hair as he teased her with long, firm strokes of his tongue. She was the best thing he’d ever tasted and Bo found himself dragging those slick little panties down and abandoning them there in the hallway so he could have unimpeded access to the pussy that belonged to his mate, she was his.

Like an Alpha of old he claimed her with his tongue first, delving into her cunt with enough purpose to make her buck her hips against his face. His tongue lapped over her clit and then he gently closed his lips around it, loving the helpless way her legs trembled on either side of his head while he mated her with his mouth. “Omega.” He growled against her clit, feeling her whole body fucking quake when he pressed rapid fire kisses to her sensitive nub.

She begged without words, her fingers digging into his hair. She was close, Bo could feel her pulse pounding just beneath her skin, could practically smell her release, her thighs tensing and then she came, fuck. With the sexiest noise he’d heard in his life, it was some hungry, high-pitched growl, totally feral and definitely attractive.

Bo’s dick strained at his placket and he staggered upright, finally opening the door behind her and carrying her to his bed. He still hadn’t stripped his leathers and he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to, his patience a bit thin at this point. Bo threw up a silent prayer for more pliability than usual and stroked the hair back from her face, drawing her attention to him. She looked feverish and his head spun as he tried to picture what she would be like during her fucking heat.

“My mate, do you still need me?” He could barely get the words out in some tone that wasn’t an animal snarl, but he wanted to do this shit right. She nodded frantically and Bo took a deep breath. “I need you to tell me. I need you to say it.” The part of his brain that wasn’t totally Alpha-fucked right now practically demanded verbal consent. If she wasn’t…all there because she was in first-mate haze and she regretted letting him claim her before her heat…well, shit, he would never forgive himself.

“P-Please, Bo, please, Alpha, mate, please, please, mate me, please, Bo, I need you, I need you–” She fucking rambled, hips pressing up to his leathers and making little tick-tock motions against his aching cock.

“Ah, f-uck, okay, okay.” Bo soothed her into lowering her hips, continuing to murmur okay, okay, you’re okay. He wasn’t sure how bad it would hurt her, or whether it was anything like when he had his rut and felt like he was going out of his fucking mind and he didn’t even care who or what or where just let him fight someone or fuck someone. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re so fucking brave, letting me have you like this.” He praised and she smiled up at him, fingers carding through his now hopelessly-tangled locks.

“I’ll be okay.” She was still coherent enough to speak instead of just frenzy-ramble and that eased Bo’s conscience somewhat.

He wiggled his wallet free of his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “I haven’t been tested. Don’t uh…in case I have something, you know.” He didn’t know why the fuck he was explaining himself, she obviously knew what fucking condoms were for.

“Bo.” She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. All sweet and innocent-like.

Bo’s throat felt rough all of a sudden and he ducked his head, busying himself with tearing the foil and sliding the condom onto his cock. “So since this is our first time, I just…I mean, I don’t know if I’ll uh. Knot you. Or not knot you. If I do and it hurts too much just tell me and I’ll…” Bo paused. What the hell would he do? He couldn’t exactly disengage at that point. “I guess I’ll figure something out so it hurts less.” He said finally.

She rolled her eyes at him, huffing out a breath. “You do realize that anatomically-correct toys exist, right? I think I’ll be okay. Please. Please please please I promise I’m ready.”

Anatomically-correct toys. Bo had to fucking rein himself in for a second, that visual a little too potent. “Noted.” With that incredibly succinct reply, he began the careful process of claiming her anew. She keened into his ear, fingers digging into his leathers as he did his damnedest to keep himself under control, keep from hurting her, his mate. When he was fully sheathed he exhaled what felt like a year’s worth of air, his hair all in his face and shifting while he panted. She was practically thrumming around his cock, her hips undulating at random beneath him.

“Oh God, Bo!” She whimpered, her voice absolute music to his ears because she didn’t sound like she was in pain, she sounded fucking amazing. Like mate, like Omega, like his, welcoming him into her arms. She’d been waiting for him.

Bo groaned and kissed her over and over with every thrust, knowing even as he did it that it was probably obnoxious, but he couldn’t help it. The Alpha part of him bayed approval at his hungry motions, every lick and nip on her neck and collarbone calming down the worry that he would hurt her. He couldn’t, he would never. He was built to keep her safe, sated. More than willing to do whatever he needed to as a trade for her affection, for the kisses that she gave so freely and the body she surrendered to him.

He felt his knot start to swell, condom stretching tight at the base. “I’m gonna’ knot you.” He grunted. “If you don’t want me to, say so now, because otherwise we’ll be kind of stuck for a while.”

“Bo, I’m-” She tossed her head, hips bucking up to forcibly grind her mound against his pelvis. Bo swore under his breath. “My tits, please, please, Bo, I need–” She begged disjointedly, her hands curling into fists in his sheets.

Bo got the gist of what she was trying to say, lowering his head to drag his tongue over the hot peak of her right breast. “Mm, like that? You gonna’ come for your Alpha?” He mumbled around his mouthful, grinning when she cried out. “That’s right, hell yeah you are, let me hear you. My Omega. Omega-mate, come on me so I can knot you fucking good.” He rolled his hips sharply and she arched off the bed, pitching against him as she crested.

Aided by the extra slick from her orgasm, Bo’s knot slid past her tight entrance and then engaged fully, making her moan and tremble. Bo choked in a breath at the sensation, closing his eyes and just feeling the way she gripped him, the way she shuddered for him. He came with a loud growl of satisfaction, the growl turning into a drawn-out groan as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, tight to his chest. “You okay?” He got out once he’d managed to stop rumbling.

“Uh-huh.” She sighed in content, tucking her face into his shoulder.

“Fuck, I should have taken my leathers off.” Bo grimaced ruefully, lifting himself with one arm and carefully maneuvering her onto her side so he could lay down next to her. They laid there silently for a few minutes, both of them still panting, their legs all tangled. She started laughing first, trying to sort his frazzled mess of hair back into some semblance of order. Bo joined in after a minute, more out of relief that he hadn’t fucked up and she was alright.

“Thank you. That was…I mean, wow.” She said between giggles, kissing the tip of his nose. “How long until your…um, until we’re unstuck?”

Bo knew shy was probably a dumb look for him to have at this point in time. “Not exactly sure. I’ve never knotted inside anyone before so…I guess we’ll find out.”

“How’s your thigh?”

“Stings a little. I’ll live.”

“Hey.” She cupped his chin, making him look at her. “You know, I think I like it when you smile. It makes me feel happy.”

“Really?” Bo could feel the beginnings of another smile tugging at his mouth. He didn’t bother to fight it this time. “Thank you. I’m…I’m glad you do. Some of the guys say I’ve got a Beta smile.”

“You have a you smile. I’ll kick them in the teeth.” She yawned, snuggling into his chest.

Bo kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for picking me.”

“Thanks for getting stabbed so I could find you.”

“Oh yeah, anytime.”

#marine five made me cry laughing #alphabiker!bo #bo dallas/ofc #biker!au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #that movie was so inaccurate i could die #thirst party saturday #welcome to hell everyone

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