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Talk Shop Tuesday:
Since I loooove headcanons, could we get some about Fictional!Mattys relationship with Carly, Adam and baby Christopher in OAF đ¤đĽš
Yess Talk Shop Tuesday! I deeply apologize that this came in after I had shut my laptop for the night so I could focus on The Familiar (so far, not as good as Ninth House but I'm still enjoying it I think) so I am just now answering it, BUT this is a FANTASTIC question and one I have gotten VERY excited about omg! Here are some of my personal headcanons for On a Friday pertaining to Fictional!Matty's relationship with Fictional!Carly, Fictional!Adam and Christopher!
Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly were actually friends long before Fictional!Matty met the boys
Everyone thought Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly were going to end up together before they both ended up presenting as omegas as teenagers and then it was like ah yes they are platonic life partners / BFFs forever
Fictional!Matty's parents are both betas, where as Fictional!Carly's are an Alpha/Omega pairing, meaning that Fictional!Matty spent a lot of time at Fictional!Carly's house growing up, and her parents were the ones that gave him a lot of the initial omega talks
Fictional!Matty was initially a little apprehensive when Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam started dating even though he was the one that set them up, like that was HIS Fictional!Carly but then he ended up becoming the biggest supporter of their relationship when he saw how happy they both were
Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly did one of those weird not recommended blood pact things when they were teenagers and consider each other the closest of family / pack
Fictional!Matty was there every step of the way when Fictional!Carly got pregnant (even though it stirred up some weird feelings for him) and Fictional!Carly couldn't have imagined making it through without Fictional!Matty at her side
As far as Christopher is concerned, Fictional!Matty is "Uncle Matty" and he fully doesn't realize that Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly aren't actually brother and sister - he basically has three parents
When Christopher was first born, a small section of the internet was convinced that he was actually Fictional!Matty's (that small section of the internet is still convinced that) and just assumed he had gotten pregnant and had him during lockdown
Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George are VERY close obviously, but Fictional!Matty is much closer to Fictional!Carly and therefore by default Fictional!Adam
The "good" guest room at Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam's is Matty's
Fictional!Matty takes Christopher on special "Chris and Matty" adventures when Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam want alone time
When they went on the At Their Very Best Tour (SATVB didn't happen in this universe) Christopher didn't understand why both Fictional!Matty AND Fictional!Adam were gone, usually he got to have one or the other
Sometimes Fictional!Adam lays in bed at night and wonders how his child ended up being SO MUCH like Fictional!Matty
Thank you so much for sending this super fun ask! I hope these were the kind of head canons you were looking for? I feel like I might have just gone into more of their history but oh well.... they are all besties and it is great. I hope you continue to enjoy On a Friday and that you are having a wonderful rest of your week!
â¤ď¸Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#keep it kind#fanfiction#matty fic#gatty#fanfic#On a Friday#omega verse#omegaverse#headcanons#head canons#head canon#these were so fun!#i love the fictional!Carly/Fictional!matty friendship!!#i think its my favorite friendship to write#because as i said when i started this one... fictional!Matty needs more friends lol#i kept forgetting to give them to him#in my mind they were so chaotic as teenagers lol#and then to BOTH end up omegas?!#the rest of their school population didn't stand a chance#they were those bitches (in the best way)#talk shop tuesday#except it s wednesday because i suck and just now responded to this ask#but we can talk shop any day really#my inbox is always open
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Kanera, Blind date au?
My stars this prompt is great I could have gone any number of directions but this one was too great to not write:
âYou set me up on a WHAT?â Hera gaped at her friend in horror.
âA blind date,â Omega said, looking way too cheerful about the prospect. âListenâ we think youâve been spending too much time working. The Empireâs not going to be overthrown overnight, and you need to spend some time on yourself. Like going on a date!â
There was a lot to unpack in that sentence. Hera decided to focus on it one part at a time. âWe?â
âMy brothers and I.â
Heraâs eyebrows shot up. âTHEYâRE INVOLVED IN THIS?â
Omega nodded. âHunter said he knows the perfect young man. Smart, kind, hates the Empireâ youâll love him!â
Letting out a long sigh, Hera said, âOmega, you know I donât have time for that kind of thing. Itâs just not a priority, not while the Empireâs still around.â
âI know,â Omega said, putting a hand on her arm. âBut life doesnât stop just because the Empire needs to be fought. Just think about itâ Iâm going to go check it with Echo.â
Hopping up from her seat, she headed across the restaurant to where her brother was sitting. Hera let out a long sigh, staring out across the open sea below them. She should have known visiting Pabu again was a bad idea.
âYou okay?â
Glancing up, Hera saw a dark haired man standing nearby her table. She almost told him that it was none of his businessâ but there was something like genuine curiosity in his eyes. âMeddling friends,â she said.
The man snorted. âOh, I know the type. Why my love life is any of their business is beyond me.â
âExactly!â Hera said, throwing her hands up in the air. âMaybe I happen to have more important things going on than romance. And Force only knows with Omegaâs friends, Iâll probably get stuck with someone insane.â
The corner of the manâs mouth tipped up in a grin. âProbably.â
âIâm back, and I brought snacksâ oh, hi, Kanan!â
Hera turned at Omegaâs cheerful voice. âI didnât know you were already here,â the young woman continued, setting down the plates sheâd been carrying. âAnd I see you met Hera.â
Slowly, Hera turned to face the man sheâd been talking to. âYou know the type, huh?â she said, raising a very pointed eyebrow.
He had the good sense to look a little sheepish. âIn my defense, I wasnât totally sure that it was you she was setting me up with. And Iâm⌠less opposed to it now.â
Hera couldnât say that she wasnât less opposed as well. But she definitely wasnât going to admit it. Folding her arms, she said, âWell, consider this your opportunity to convince me.â
Kanan grinned. âI like a challenge.â
Neither of them saw Omega smirking as she took a drink from her beverage.
#thanks for the ask!!#LISTEN. kanan and hera both meet omega in the bad batch#if kanan ended up going with the bad batch in s1 and trusting them (probably moving on before they met hera)#this would TOTALLY happen#omega echo and wrecker came up with this plan#only echo regrets it lol#star wars rebels#swr#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#tbb#the bad batch#tbb omega#writing stories is a kind of magic too#kanera
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I read one fic and now I ship the Animated versions of Ratchet and Ultra Magnus, I shit you not...
...aaannd I wanna give them a kid or two!
#here me out#they're (implied) to be on bad terms#they're both bonded to their respective omega sentinels (omega for ratchet and sigma for ultra) and both of their omega sentinels had to be#put in a modified stasis lock#and in my fanon they both love another cybertronian but can't be with them for reasons beyond their control (arcee for ratchet and megatron#for Ultra)#so one night they're both at maccadam's and run into each other#both are drunk#and they begin ranting about the other and how their lives#one thing led to another and ultra somehow ended up in ratchet's apartment and they fuck#both wake up early next morning and asks what the frag did they do and they agree to never speak about it again (especially if optimus is#ultra's son and they agree that it would be especially awkward for optimus if he ever found out what they did. they hide it well though)#until one or both of them ends up sparked with the other's baby#but don't worry they set up a good co-parenting plan and never brings their issues in front of the kids#which could lead to something more#sorry rant#transformers animated#tfa#ratchet#tfa ratchet#ultra magnus#tfa ultra magnus#ratchmags#ratchet x ultra magnus
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new brain worms: omega in general. machine who lacks love, compassion, and empathy entirely and instead actively chooses to follow a moral code that aligns with rouge's ideals because she's a friend. rouge enabling his built-in desire to engage in violence and destruction. his hatred of eggman that he developed while guarding shadow being encouraged and enforced during heroes, reprogramming it from a dormant and unclear conflict of interests to a well-established and fully simulated feeling. him being perfectly content with lacking most emotions outside of hatred because emulating emotions is taxing on the hardware, but also knowing that those around him find his half-hearted attempts at showing other emotions humorous from time to time and choosing to give a soulless "yippee" at appropriate times anyway. him observing and gathering data on the social interactions of those around him to understand his friends better, even if he must refer to that database every time in casual conversation that involves more than yelling about destruction and his superiority
robot neat :)
#soda offers you a can#i was actually thinking about sage but got very very sidetracked#anyway i adore a dynamic between omega and rouge#them starting off on much more exploitative terms perhaps where rouge wants to use omega against eggman#and omega using rouge to reach eggman#but both ending up finding more about one another over the course of heroes until the whole âteamâ thing becomes real and genuine#it's delightful really#lore drabbles
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Ok but imagine tech is actually alive somehow. Cryo, med pod, somehow survived being stabbed and electrocuted, whatever, and the Batch figure this out and come back to find him. But instead of some drawn out search Tech just... casually limps out of the jungle covered in mud and makeshift camouflage with the Zillo beast trailing behind him like the worlds largest guard dog.
#I just found out my paleo pines anky plushie is on the way and that got me thinking about bumpy and ben from camp cretaceous#But also the bad batch just ended and ben (visually at least) reminds me a lot of tech and their both probably autistic so...#yeah that's how I ended up here lol#Hunter takes one look and just sighs and goes back to the ship#Omega and wrecker want to pet it#The bad batch#tbb tech#feel free to ignore my ramblings lol
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I have an idea that might solve your whole 'Host being part of final boss but also secret boss' problem.
Being that if and how you fight Omega Host is what decides whether or not Mike ends up in Castletown.
Mostly because I just couldn't get behind the post about how with no secret boss fight he just heads to the town and just leaves without knowing where Host is. They're too close for Mike to just go 'oh well you musta left them behind u suck'.
So what if instead; by the end, when you face him and whatever boss mooks he whips up to fight you at the fountain, he seems distracted. When you beat him and are about to go close the fountain, his main concern is that Host is awol.(at this point character development lets him let you close the fountain so that's settled) so he goes off to find them while you finish up business in Home before closing it off.
And this is where Omega comes in. All secret bosses so far have partially tested toby's whole 'how far will you go to find every secret' deal. First by making you find key fragments then by doing the key-basement fetchquest. This one tests how much you've actually been listening to the npc's. Throughout the chapter there are various hints about where to go and what to do("host's being hanging out at X lately", the signal is strongest at X",etc.). Rather than being told what to get and where to go, you use such info to figure out where to find the boss arena.
Mike going looking is the prompt to put all that info together, but of course plenty of players will find Omega way before then. If you do, then at the fountain fight, you tell Mike what happened(Susie does it despite Ralsei's objections). He refuses to believe you, and once you show him Host's item, he's enraged that you hurt his beloved and a much harder form of the final fight ensues. On losing, he either despairs and lets you take him to Castletown or bitterly storms off to wait to be turned to stone depending on your relationship with him(like how Birdly may or may not hurt his arm depending on previous choices).
If you do wait to do the fight until Mike goes to find Host, then you walk in on him and about-to-transform Host. Tragic dialog ensues, Host goes nightmare tower, and the fun gang jumps into the ring. Mike keeps begging Host to stop, and once again based on previous choices, will eventually either help you vie support magic or help Host the same way(fight's much much harder if Mike helps Host). If he helped you, the ending in the room video happens. If he helped Mike, he begs you to kill him to(you can't, Ralsei stops you) and then runs off to await stone-oblivion.
And if you never fight Omega at all, then that's the last time anyone sees Mike. No one ever knows what happened to either of the Home leaders.
I appreciate the determination to write your own take on it LOL :B But the Omega Host fight is something I'm trying to keep under wraps for now until I'm able to properly show it :) So I can't fully explain some of the decisions that went into it as they fall into spoiler territory
Mike doesn't know that Host went to do secret boss things nor are you given a chance to tell him, he just figures that Host will tag along when they're moved to Castle Town, in a "We'll meet there" sort of deal.
He's busy because [Spoilers] and he figures Host is multitasking as much as he is.
But Mike and Host get separated in every route except for Voltrage (My AU's weird route), which is the worst ending they can have
I also have a much different idea for how the quest for Host goes, but like I mentioned, it's spoilers so I don't want to speak much of it as of yet ^^ Mike can't come along because he wouldn't want Host to do it, and Host knows he'd be able to talk them out of it.
They also know it's dangerous for a darkner as fragile as Mike is. He could never join them in Omega form, I'm almost certain it would kill him and Host is not taking that risk.
I can say something though. Host does not want to be followed. And they do not want you to interfere with their plans. This applies to Mike as well, though their priority is making sure he does not get hurt.
But yeah, Mike always ends up alone in Castle Town unless it's the Voltrage route. He puts up a happy front to Fun Gang because he does not want them to see the grief he's going through because of Host being gone.
At the end of the chapter, he does care about them too, and as much as he loves Host, he understands that the kids had no choice but to defend themselves.
#Jay Asks#Aniverous#Omega Host#Host#Mike#Narratively speaking I'm happy with how both of them end up after the chapter#I like the pattern of secret bosses having some form of unresolved conflict or situation that happened with a character close to them#I find it compelling and the Lack of Closure is something I personally find that I really connect with in stories
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me, coming up with the idea for premiere nebula: what if the concepts of active and passive resistance were personified as a magical girl duo and have to learn that each has merit in certain situations and they aren't really so different after all? and then maybe even kiss at the end?
#premiere nebula#shitpost#writing#my post#i've always conceptualized valka=active and omega=passive but by the end valka puts out a bulletin exposing the government#omega beats up the enemies with everything she has in her#so by the end they're really a mix of both and that's what ends up winning the rebellion#it's about omega being born into politics and valka being raised as a child soldier and BOTH getting new perspectives on things!
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There are actual stories with serious plot that I need to write, but tbh... I truly just might end up working on that one Warriors and Wild fic
#a good bit of the fic is like. wild: I know just how unfair the world can be to omegas and I don't want to be that sort of person#-I want warriors to trust me because he's a companion like any other and I want him to be able to trust me and see me as safe :)#warriors. sweating while looking at wild at any given time: god I need him to chase me through the woods and then just hold me down and-#warriors having a whole crisis of just how badly he wants to be rawed paired with wild having no idea is. very funny to me#and warriors putting off his heat for way too long because he doesn't trust anyone else and doesn't want to leave wild#meaning that his pre heat ends up aggravating wild into a pre rut. and neither of them are fucking talking about it.#literally the sort of courting that starts off so respectful and sweet and then a couple thousand words later-#they're fucking circling each other in the middle of nowhere and they're both out of their damn minds cause of instincts#dw I'm gonna make them fight and warriors tries to escape over losing only to be physically dragged back#you think this ends in super fluffy smut. no. fuck feral style on the forest floor NOW#anyway I need to sleep <333
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Im going to make checo retire by railing him hard until he barely can walk wait who said that
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#give me a night alone with him and weâre both ending up pregnant#retirement because he needs the strap#but also because heâs pregnant and itâs someoneâs#hopefully mine#but by the way weâve all had a tasteeeee#weâll be going at it like two needy omegas#I want to see him cry actual tears and beg for more wait who said that??
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Au where SVSSS has a/b/o dynamics, but so does the world Shen Yuan came from.
SY is an alpha in his last life but like never used it. And because he never used his alpha status, he grew to resent it. When he croaks and gets booted into PIDW, the system reveals he's a beta this life. And he's like "FUCK YEAH!!! I don't have to get impossibly horny just because someone smelled nice!"
He somehow ends up in Cang Qiong Mountain in the beast peak. He's living his best life, unaware that he still technically acts like an alpha. He acts aggressive if someone tries to take his stuff and he can intimidate any alpha that messes with his juniors.
The beast peak lord sees this along with his good cultivation and aptitude with beasts and says "Y'know what'd be funny?" And makes him the head disciple.
And like imagine Shen Yuan accidentally walking into another head disciple having a heat in the middle of a hunt and he brings them to Qian Cao without trouble. Like not even fazed because he can't really smell them, but everyone thinks he's just so chivalrous and has a strong grasp on his instincts.
Anyway when they ascend, its established that all the peak lords are alphas except for SQH who is an omega and MQF who is a beta. (They are all wrong)
Anyway during a Peak Lord meeting someone fucks up and reveals that they're an omega. This leads to a domino effect and everyone reveals that they're also omegas masquerading as alphas.
Now cue MQF and SQH sweating bullets and revealing that they're both alphas. And everyone is like "But Mu-shidi never smelled like one and you never reacted when one of us was in heat" and he's like "scent blockers and willpower + common decency"
And everyone turns to SQH like "You don't act like one" and he's like "Okay rude, but fair."
And then YQY says something like "Well three alphas out of twelve peaks. What a small fraction." And SY is like "Oh, who's the third alpha?"
Everyone looks at him and goes "You?"
And SY is like "Girl where 𤨠I'm a beta"
That leads to another screaming match and then YQY recounts "Two alphas, nine omegas, and one beta"
Anyway shenanigans ensue. I just want polycule silliness
#svsss#cang qiong mountain sect polycule#shen yuan#yue qingyuan#mu qingfang#shang qinghua#they're the ones properly mentioned#ignore me im insane#cang qiong mountain sect
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fig. 2. teeth in crooked neck | Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader



MASTERLIST ¡ AO3
Ten years is a long time to wait for the love of his life. So when you come to him to ask for his help with your heat, what can Gaz do but accept?
or: the forced mating omegaverse au
tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Omegaverse, Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB Reader, Dubious Consent, Forced Bonding/Mating, Heats & Ruts
His fortune turns when your name flashes across the screen of his phone for the first time in weeks.Â
âHey love,â Gaz says, answering on the first ring. âHavenât heard your voice in awhile.â
âHi Kyle,â you sigh, and itâs like life rushes back into him all in one word.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since you last spoke, the last time being a few days after Gaz returned from a work trip overseas. Since then though, heâs been in the city consistently, making your absence come as a gaping hole in the middle of his life.Â
The first thing you do is apologize for the weeks of silence. âSorry I havenât reached out. Work was crazy for a bit, and thenââŚah, it doesnât matter. Sorry though.â
âThatâs fine, love. Bit calmer now?â
âUhâŚyes and no,â you answer cryptically. âThatâs, umâŚthatâs why I wanted to call you actually.â
âYeah?â he prods, curiosity piqued. Itâs second nature to always wonder what youâre up to. If it was possible to live in someoneâs head, heâd make yours a second home.
âAre you free for lunch tomorrow?â
He puts you on speaker phone so he can check his calendar at the same time. âI can move some things around. Canât tell me whatever it is you wanna talk about right now?â
Youâre quiet for a moment before you speak again, voice a little tinny through the speaker âI justâŚitâd be better if we could talk face to face.â
Words like those never bode well, but Gaz shakes it off, giving you the benefit of the doubt. It might just be embarrassing or sensitive news that isnât easily disclosed over the phone. Heâs never begrudged you your privacy before; it certainly isnât going to start now.Â
Besides, whatever it is wonât be private for long.Â
âSure, love. We can have lunch. What time?â
There are things he associates with timeâseasons, death, taxes. Faces too, when they change with each time he sees them, months separating his visits and meaning that each time he comes home, there are new lines and new wrinkles in familiar faces. Piercings that werenât there before. Tattoos and pregnancies and blemishes and drooping cheeks.Â
Your face, however, is a constant. Not just in that it never seems to change, but that it never leaves his mind long enough to be forgotten.Â
After all, how could it leave for even a second with what you are to him?Â
Heâs gotten that question before. What do you think youâll do when you find your mate? When you come across an omega that smells just right, so delicious and ripe that you have no choice but to sink your teeth in and hold?Â
Gaz doesnât have to imagine. Heâs known longer than most. Itâs been more than ten years since he first met youâten years since his keen teenage nose caught the tail end of your scent and followed it down the hallway and around the corner until he could put a face to the smell.Â
His memories after that moment come in snapshots. A passing teacher dragging him into an empty classroom after recognizing the look in his eye, pupils dilated and mouth agape, his whole body thrumming with desire. Sitting in the principalâs office with his hands in his lap, fists clenching and unclenching while waiting for his mother to join them, the other adults in the room watching him with blatant distrust, as if he werenât a child too; as if this wasnât new and overwhelming and terrifying. His mother doing her best to console him in the car on the drive home, Gaz both too old and too young for the torrent of emotion washing over him.Â
He blocks that week from his memory lest those same emotions surge up and paralyze him in his tracks. It gives him nothing but grief to remember that day. If the agony of an unconsummated mate bond werenât enough, the sheer indignity of being treated like something to worry about even to this day comes as a crushing blow.Â
Itâs taken a lot to move beyond those years.Â
It isnât something Gaz would wish on anyone else. His life has been shaped by a very specific kind of longing. Agony in the shape of a neck. His burden since youth has been to stave off the hunger pangs, but that hasnât always come easy, and itâs come at a cost.Â
In the months following that day, he formed a kind of tentative friendship with you, trying not to let the devastation overwhelm him when you never seemed to recognize his scent as your mateâs. To just be in your orbit was better than nothing at all.Â
He lasted all of a year at the same university as you before dropping out and enlisting, his instincts steadily becoming too powerful to ignore. The military was where he learned to manage the hungerâlong, sleepless nights and rigid protocol hardening him, reinforcing his weak points. Learning to live with a certain kind of absurdity, and sucking up the urge to argue when given asinine tasks like mopping up rain water in a thunderstorm or being put on pencil sharpening duty.Â
Since then, time and distance have helped him soothe the ache and leash his instincts. If he couldnât be your mate, he could be your friend at least, and heâs taken to that role with zeal.Â
Hunger still clings to the inside of his rib cage though. Cramped hunger crouched beneath his lungs. All breath, all pneuma. Tight clustered and tumorous.Â
These days heâs just better at managing it.Â
A day after your call, you meet on neutral territory, a coffee shop around the back of a busy street in Shoreditch, a neighbourhood heâs only visited a few times in years past when you felt inclined to drag him to the Sunday market. Itâs not terribly busy for mid-morning on a Saturday, but the steam wand keeps hissing in the background and the music is cranked up a few decibels higher than Gaz would usually like. The whole place smells of hazelnut and toffee.Â
You thoughâyou smell like something indescribably delicious. Floral and fragrant, so succulent that his mouth waters when he inhales a lungful of your scent. Sweet like dandelion wine.Â
Time has made it easier for his heart to cope with not having you, but not his hunger.Â
You make pleasant conversation for a few minutes before addressing the elephant in the room, avoiding it at first in favour of talking about old friends and familyâyou ask him how his sisterâs PhD defence went and light up like a thousand watt bulb when he tells you that it was successfulâanything to avoid the real reason for inviting him to lunch. But there comes a point when you have no choice but to suck in a deep breath and finally get to it.
âI need to ask you for a favour.â
âOkay.â
âItâs a big one,â you warn him.
âOkay,â Gaz repeats, smiling. His acceptance comes easy because thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you.
âI wouldnâtâGod, this is so awkward,â you start, a heavy sigh steaming up from the back of your throat, head collapsing into your waiting hands to hide your face. Anything to avoid looking at him.Â
Gaz sits and waits patiently for your courage to return. Unlike you, he doesnât fidget or cross and uncross his legs. His urges are strictly regimented, impulses beaten out of him after years of exposure therapy, so to speak.Â
You pick your head back up and his heart thumps in his chest. Mostly beaten out of him.Â
âPlease donât feel like Iâm pressuring you into this.â His lips twitch with a suppressed grin. âIâm only asking because you were the first person I thought of, but I can always figure something else out, or go to, umâŚâgo to a heat centre.âÂ
He straightens at those words. âHeat centre?âÂ
âYes. My, umââ You go quiet again, the words not coming easily to you, but his mind is already racing, mouth dry when he considers the implications of what little information youâve already offered up. âIâve been on suppressants for a really long time. Ever since high school. I was supposed to get my prescription renewed with my doctor this week, but Iâve only been seeing her for a few months, so when she realized how long Iâve been on suppressants for, sheâŚâitâs apparently not healthy to be on them for that long.â
âNot healthy,â Gaz repeats, his rational mind somewhere else.Â
You shake your head in confirmation. âNo. She said long term suppressant use can lead to different cancers and other health complications, and that I shouldâve been spacing it out rather than justâŚsuppressing my heats altogether.â
The shrill whistle of blood through his ears muffles all but your words.Â
It barrels into him at full tilt. Drives the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his head.Â
âYour heat is coming up,â he finishes for you, lasering in on the microexpressions flitting across your face. Blinders on. Nothing else in the world matters as much as your next words.Â
You swallow. Look away. âYep,â you chirp, voice catching in your throat and breaking.Â
A chair scrapes loudly against the floor when someone nearby scoots back.Â
âYou arenât going to a heat centre?âÂ
ââŚNo.â
His heart beats so hard against his ribs that his chest nearly hurts.Â
âYou want me to help you through your heat.â He doesnât have to ask; your trepidation says as much, and heâs always had an eye for details.Â
âI know this is awkward, and I wouldnât ask you if it wasnât an emergency.â
Gaz reaches across the table instinctively to take your hand. âNo, love, itâs fine. You know you can tell me anything. Iâm glad you came to me first.â
Glad hardly touches the depth of the emotion coursing through him. Honoured comes closer. Itâs not like heâs never thought about you in heat before, but heâd been away so often and for such long stretches of time, that he assumed youâd gone the heat centre route. He wouldâve known if youâd gotten an alpha to help you through itâwouldâve smelt their stench on you whenever he was back in the city.Â
But as grateful as he is that you entrusted him with this knowledge, it also nearly takes his breath away.Â
âYouâve never had a heat before?â
It almost seems unfathomable. Heâs had plenty of ruts beforeâa couple of times with a partner, usually another alpha or a betaâand never once assumed that youâd gone your whole life without experiencing a heat.Â
You shake your head. âNo. I got on suppressants as soon as I presented and it was just easier to live life without having to, you knowâŚdeal with heats and all of that. Just seemed like a hassle.â
His head is spinning. He grips the edge of the table to keep himself upright, but itâs almost not enough. At any moment, he might tip right over.
He wonât ask if youâve ever slept with someone before. Itâs none of his business. Even if it were, he wouldnât want to know.Â
Besides, even if you have, they havenât had you in a way that mattered. Thereâs no mark on your neck or ring on your finger, and youâve never spent a heat with someone else.Â
Never until now, that is.
The answer is right on his lips when you cut him off at the pass. âDonât answer now. I wanted to ask you in person, but I donât want you to feel on the spot.â
âLove, you arenât putting me on the spot.â Not when the choice is so obvious.Â
But you donât let him finish, holding up a hand to get him to stop talking. Thereâs a tremor in your hand, your fingers quivering slightly, and noticing that makes him pause.Â
âPlease justâjust think about it,â you insist.Â
ââŚFine, Iâll give it a think,â Gaz rasps, acting like his whole entire world hasnât changed in a blink.Â
âThanks, Kyle.âÂ
Your relief is palpable, so undisguised that heâd be insulted if he wasnât viscerally aware of how much the conversation has taken out of you. Â
You hug him on the way outâa gesture so natural to your friendship that you donât notice the way he pulls you closer than normal, every inch of your body plastered to hisâand he stays for a bit longer, finishing his lunch alone. He needs the time to think after what you just told him, time to digest that news without the blood ringing in his ears.
When he leaves, the sky is different. Silver sheafs of light paint the streets on the walk home, the noise of the traffic and clatter of conversation louder than ever before, the cacophony of a whole world happening around him. But itâs distant somehow, like the trickle of a brook off somewhere deep in a forest.Â
Heâs on the threshold of a new world, one foot dangling over the edge. For now, he keeps his balance. It remains to be seen in the days to come.Â
A late, gold sun bathes the street with ribbons of light and warmth in the early hours of the evening. Thereâs a bistro across from the building where Simon works the evening shift in the underground parking lot, and they meet there once a week for food and a cig before Simon has to clock in.Â
Gaz savours this hour and a half more than most. Thereâs never a guarantee that Simon will show up; his friendship is a deliberate and intentional act, not easily given but easily taken away. Itâs not something that Gaz takes for granted. There may come a day when the other man never shows up again and Gaz eats at a table across from an empty chair.Â
He has faith though. Their relationship isnât so tenuous that every day he expects the worst. More than once, theyâve travelled togetherâone of Gazâs fondest memories is sitting with Simon in a piazza in Florence and conversing over espressos and lemon tarallucci. For a time after leaving the militaryâclose to around six weeks, give or take a few daysâSimon even slept on Gazâs couch until finding his own place.Â
Suffice it to say, theyâre closer than most people would guess. Close enough that Simon doesnât need to be told that somethingâs up when Gaz is more brusque with the waiter than usual. Â
âAre you ever gonna spit it out or what?â Simon finally asks, a touch annoyed with having to be the one to broach the subject of Gazâs mood.Â
The bigger man sits across the table from him with a mullish look on his face. Cantankerous as always, likely in a mood from a combination of bad sleep and old aches flaring up. Heâs always touchier between the seasons, the sudden shifts making his skin go painfully dry and old injuries act up.Â
Gazâs smile is slightly sheepish when it creeps onto his face. âYou could tell?â
ââCourse I can. Youâve got stupid look on your face,â Simon grunts, taking a messy bite of his sandwich. Pepperoncini slices and mayonnaise drip from the other end onto the plate.Â
The one downside to eating with Simon is having to mask his reaction to Simonâs complete lack of table manners. It's a skill that's come with plenty of practice.
âMyââ he pauses, choosing his next word carefully. âA friend of mine asked me to help her through her heat.â
Itâs not a topic theyâve ever broached before. His raunchier conversations are usually relegated to Johnny, Soap usually the initiator. Simon keeps his exploits private, cards close to his chest; it doesnât seem impossible that he has a girl squirreled away somewhere, but Gaz would never know if he did.Â
âEver fucked âer before?â Simon asks, blunt as usual.Â
Gaz laughs, shaking his head. âNo. Itâs not like that.â
âBut youâre gonna fuck âer now?â
âYes. Maybe. Itâs complicated.â
âWhatâs complicated about fucking an omega through a heat?â He talks with his mouth full for a second before pausing to finish chewing and swallowing. Then he takes another bite, talking through that one too. âKnot âer a couple times, wear a mouthguard if you âavenât got enough control, then go home. Simple.â
âItâs not that simple.â
âWhy the fuck not?âÂ
He mulls over the best way to say it before deciding to just mirror Simonâs usual blunt approach. âSheâs my mate.â
Simonâs indifference sloughs off all in one go. âWhen the hell did you bag someone, Garrick?â
His laughter this time borders on derisive. âHavenât yet, actually.â
Simon stills, staring at him from over his sandwich. More ingredients spill from the bottom and onto the plate but he pays them no mind. The silence stretches on for a while, long enough for Gaz to catch on to the fact that Simon has no intention of responding, either too baffled or appalled to muster up a response or simply waiting for Gaz to justify himself. Likely the latter.Â
âWe were both too young when we met,â he explains. âMustâve just presented when I first scented her and everyone told me to wait until she made the first move. Then time passed andâŚobviously she didnât, and I didnât want to pressure her.â
âHow young?âÂ
âUhâŚâ He doesnât have to think, but he knows how Simon will respond and that makes him hesitate. âEighteen?â
âJesus fuck, Gaz,â Simon groans, letting go of his sandwich in disgust.
âLookââ
âYouâve waited ten bloody years to bite her?â
Simon looks at Gaz like what heâs saying is anathema, like even the thought of not mating his omega doesnât compute. For him, it probably doesnât. Itâs not the way things usually go. Gaz knows heâs been more patient than most.Â
âI didnât want to force her into a mate bond.â He shrugs. His own sandwich grows cold on the plate, barely a third of it gone compared to the scraps Simon still has left to eat.Â
Gaz knows the excuse doesnât hold water, but for as close as he is with Simon, he doesnât have it in him to get to the real heart of the matter, the truth that his heart is still bruised. That thereâs still a part of him that doesnât believe this wonât all get ripped away from him in the end. That his own doubts might be the reason it all falls apart.Â
âFuck that,â he scoffs, pointing at Gaz with a mayo and buffalo sauce covered finger. âHave you told âer yes then yet? Never mind, âcourse you âavenât, bloody fuckinâ moron. Youâre gonna call âer after this and tell âer yes. Then, on the day of, you fuck her and bite her.â
Gaz rolls his eyes. âI canât make that decision for her.â
âSomeoneâs gonna eventually. Has to happen. If it ainât you, itâll be some other bloke who gets to fuck and pup âer while you sit around with your dick in your hand. That how you want this to play out? Cucked by some bellend who wonât treat âer right?â
He nearly gnashes his teeth at Simonâs words, but heâs more civilized than that. He goes stone-faced instead, nostrils flaring.
âWhat was I supposed to do? Bite her the next time I saw her in the hallway?â Gaz rolls his eyes. âYeah, that wouldâve played out really well for me. Not like I wasnât on thin fuckinâ ice the whole time with everyone.â
âBeen a few years since then.â Simon picks his sandwich back up and takes such a big bite that he squeezes most of the ingredients out, tearing off a chunk of bread and meat.
âYeah, Iâm aware.â His tone is abrasive, but Simon shrugs it off, unbothered by a little vitriol. âSeeing as how Iâm the one whoâs been suffering through those years. Nobly, might I add.â
âThereâs nothing fuckinâ noble about suffering,â he scoffs, upper lip curled. âYou do the hard shit and then you get out. No sense in letting it drag on.â
He very nearly argues that point. Has to bite his tongue at the last second to keep from being crueler than warranted. As if suffering werenât Simonâs main export; his main claim to fame.
Heâs better than that though. And, if he were being honest with himself, there might be some truth there.Â
When Simon leaves for his shift, Gaz sits there until his coffee goes cold and the manager comes by to gently inform him that theyâll be closing shortly, offering to pack up the rest of his food for home. Gaz nods absently, still miles away in his head.
He drives home in that headspace, mulling Simonâs words over.Â
Justice is a core tenet of his. Fairness another. Heâs lived his life up to this point guided by a strict set of principles, hardly breaking his rules of conduct unless forced to do so, unless given no other recourse.Â
But heâs given so much of himself to the world and asked for so little in return. Is it not fair that he receive this?Â
And besides, the beast in his chest rumbles, licking its chops, did you not ask for his help?Â
He clicks the button on his sun visor to let himself into his condoâs garage. In the elevator on the way up, he stares at his reflection in the door and chews the inside of his cheek.Â
Ten years now heâs sat on his hands and waited for a sign, rejecting the urge to simply take what his beast sees as his. The patience of a monk. Now thereâs a light at the end of the tunnel. A white flag waved to signal the end. And rather than take that white flag for what it is and head into the sunlight, he insists on staying put and ignoring the way fate beckons him forward.Â
Thereâs no glory in torturing oneself, no prize to be won for self-abnegation.Â
And though his answer was always yes, Gaz allows himself a moment to consider what it would take for him to say no and send you off into the arms of another man.Â
He hasnât got that kind of strength in him. Heâs dangled out of helicopters with his head mere inches from the ground, jumped out of a chopper hit by an RPG, fallen through the floor of a building on fire, and been under heavy fire more times than he can count, but that would be the thing that killed him. Seeing you with someone else. Knowing that the opportunity to make you his was truly lost, beyond recovery.Â
And heâs tired of the way things are, his sacrificial nature bleeding into every facet of his life.Â
There has to be a time for change.Â
The next morning, as soon as itâs socially acceptable, he calls you, holding the phone so tight that he accidentally lowers the volume all the way down before fixing it.Â
âThought about it enough. Iâll do it.â
Two weeks until the day.
He circles it in red on the calendar in his office and it colours his peripheral vision every time he turns his head.Â
And every night leading up to that day, Gaz puts his head down on his pillow to rest and he dreams.Â
Fragmented dream; images of soft thighs and sweat matted hair, lips and tongues pressed together, glutes and buttock squeezing with each thrust, panted breaths getting louder and louder, the air humid and electrified.Â
Always, waking at some undetermined hour, jaw clenched, the flameform of a woman left burning in his throat.Â
Anticipation whets his appetite. His stomach growls like the beast in his chest and it paces restlessly as the days stretch out endlessly, only stopping when the sun finally dips below the horizon, that time coming each day later and later like some sadistic torture levied on his soul.Â
In the weeks leading up to the event, Gaz comes with you to pick up supplies even though you swear that youâve got it all under control. A lot goes into preparing for a heat. You have to stock your fridge, make your nest, lock away your valuables in case you break anything in the throes of your heat. At the end of your Costco run, the trunk of his car is stuffed to the brim with water bottles, groceries, blankets, wet wipes, chafing cream, sports drinks, and moisturizer.Â
At the door to your apartment, he moves to come inside with the bags and only stops when you protest, insisting that your nest isnât ready yet. His lips twitch into a grin.Â
âYou donât want me to help carry everything in?â Gaz asks.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâd ratherâwell, just bring everything to the door and I can do the rest.â
He humours you this time because things will be different soon. When your heat is over and heâs no longer just a friend that you can keep at a distance but a red blooded man who tended to your weeping cunt and kissed every inch of your body, things will be different.
Until then though, he can give you this.Â
Sometimes he finds himself hypnotized by the tantalizing glimpse of skin that he gets when your neckline pulls and the mating gland sitting in the divot between your neck and shoulder is exposed.Â
Every moment in your presence is excruciating now that he knows that the waiting has come to an end. The two week interim period feels almost flimsy, false; the veil has dropped though, and he knows whatâs on the other side of it now.
Though his rut is months off, the resonance of your scent must rouse his dormant instincts and throw his hormones into whack because he puts on a couple kilograms with ease, his body preparing for your heat. He overstays his allotted time at the gym by half an hour every session, so lost in his own head that he runs ten kilometres without even realizing it. Sweat runs off him in rivulets, the front of his shirt stained a darker shade of its original colour.Â
In the locker room, Gaz sets his towel down on the countertop and stares at his reflection in the mirror. The sudden uptick in mass that heâs put on in the last week is noticeable even to him, his thighs and arms bulkier, and his abs a little less defined with the added weight around his midsection. His skin is smooth and buttery from moisturizing religiously before bed every night, a nice sheen to it.Â
He rolls his shoulders back and flexes, preening for the imaginary viewer in his head that looks remarkably like you.Â
Johnny would taunt him mercilessly if he could see him now. As if Johnny werenât twice as vain and pompous as Gaz on a good day.Â
He looks good though. Strong. Virile. Capable of seeing his mate through her first heat. If that self-assurance makes him seem cocksure or arrogant, so be it.Â
There are plenty of worse things to be.Â
âDid you put in for time off?â you ask, still sweaty from a brisk walk through the park to meet him.Â
âYeah. Did it the same day I called you. Took the whole week off.â
Even for as early as it is, the park is busy. Mothers pushing prams jog by in front of the bench the two of you are sitting on, all dressed in the same leggings and puffy vests, headbands holding their hair back. The city has barely woken up from winterâs tight hold, the air brisk and the ponds gelid; small mounds of ice-encrusted snow spread throughout the park like an inverse archipelago.Â
In a few more weeks, there might be buds on the trees.
The pretext for spending so much time together in the lead up to your heat is so you can integrate his scent into your system. Gaz barely suppresses a laugh when you give him that excuse. As if you havenât had a lifetime of acclimation. As if his scent hasnât immixed with yours by now, and yours with his.Â
âI took an extra couple days off after. You know, just in case.â You shrug like itâs no big deal.Â
Gaz knows better though. Your ambivalence doesnât read as wholly true. He can see the way your throat bobs when you swallow and your fingers tighten around your coffee cup. You havenât made eye contact with him yet despite ten minutes having passed since you sat down beside him. Despite the mild weather, your coat is zipped up to the top, the metal nearly biting into your throat.
Youâre doing a bang up job of acting like this isnât some long preamble before jumping into bed together. He canât fault you for the fact that itâs all he can think about. It runs through his mind twenty-four-seven, running an endless track that only seems to get easier the more laps he does.Â
Itâs strange being with you now. Humbling. Thereâs almost something fascinating in knowing that though you now insist on keeping a polite distance, in a weekâs time, heâll have you flat on your back and whimpering. Thereâs no harm in allowing you this final bit of grace, so Gaz doesnât protest, even thoughâ
In a week, youâll be his.
âAre you nervous?â Gaz asks.
You stiffen, either offended or shy. He settles on the latter when you hesitantly reply, âNo. I think we got everything I needed. Um. Not much more to do now other than wait.â
âThatâs good.â
âPlusâŚI trust you.â
His heart clenches at that, stunned into silence for once.Â
âYouâve always smelled good too,â you admit. âFrom what I can tell. Iâve always had a pretty poor sense of smellâreally, itâs shitâbut you smell better than most people. And I know youâd never hurt me.â
âI wouldnât,â he stresses.Â
You smile and finally meet his eyes. If only he could tell you it with his eyes alone. Nothing could be further from his intentions. If he has his way, youâll be better off by the end of your heat.
âItâs going to be rough though,â Gaz says apropos of nothing when you go to take a sip, nearly making you spit out your coffee.Â
âHuh?â you ask, looking over at him. You wipe your mouth off on your sleeve.Â
âFirst heats always are.â A gust of wind makes you shiver. âYou'll probably be worse too, since you put it off for so longââ He chuckles under his breath when your eyes widen. âSorry, love, Iâm not having a goâIâm just being honest is all. Have to know what youâre getting into before it happens; that way you donât freak out when itâs too late.â
âToo late?â you repeat.
He nods. âYeah, love. Once your heat hits and myâŚmy alpha takes over, Iâm not going to be able to, uhâŚcontrol myself. Iâm going to want to knot you as many times as I can. Itâll be the only thing Iâll want to do.â
All you can do is stare at him, beyond words. Mouth open, teeth separated. One day heâll have you on your knees like that, tongue out as well to run up the underside of his cock.Â
âBut Iâll be good to you. I promise.â
He pats your knee before standing up, and you stare up at him with your mouth slightly agape, eyes round.Â
âYouâre leaving?â you croak, dry throat making your voice crack.Â
Gaz smiles. âGotta head out, love. Got some errands to run. Remember to do your stretches and call me if you need anything before Saturday, alright? And thanks for the coffee.â
He tosses his cup into the bin on his way out of the park, every instinct in him screaming to turn around and go back. It isnât time though.Â
Itâs coming, he reassures himself on the walk home. It wonât be long now.Â
How does it happen that an alpha can have his omega within biting distance for years and still keep their hands to themselves? He asks himself this question every day, but the answer remains out of reach. Â
It takes a strength of will not easily called up. A sense of honour and duty that few can touch, never mind possess. He has it in spades though, chock full of the stuff, and itâs moulded him into the kind of man capable of taking care of you.Â
The only thing left unanswered is whether that strength has served its purpose. Whether now is the time to let it go.
He runs his tongue over the point of his canines.Â
Itâs too soon to tell.
He wakes more alert than any time in nearly thirty years of life, daylight engraved into the side of his face.
Close enough to touch. Gazâs skin itches when he brushes his teeth and packs his weekend bag with his last few things. An hourâtwo topsâand youâll be under him, soft thighs parted and slick hole stuffed full of his cock. Then days more ahead of him to do the same thing over and over and over.Â
He drives to your place with a sense of caution that borders on neurotic, coming to a full stop at every stop sign and yield, on the lookout for any reckless drivers lest today be the day that he gets into an accident. Thereâs no margin for error today.Â
The roads are clear this early in the morning though, so he breathes out when he pulls into the parking lot of your building. Itâs overcast now, the sun receding behind the clouds. Everywhere around him, life keeps on happening like the world isnât about to irrevocably change.Â
Gaz lets himself in using the spare key fob you gave him a week prior. Even the halls are quiet, the day not yet started enough for people to be on their way out. Itâs a Saturday after all.Â
His legs seem to move without conscious thought, like heâs being pulled towards your flat, a magnet of opposite polarity. Thereâs a prickling awareness of another consciousness at the back of his mind. Heâs been aware of it all his life, but itâs as real now as itâs ever gotten, the prospect of its omega in heat at the end of a hallway and beyond something as trivial as a door giving it more cognisance, more influence.Â
Even from the other side of the door, your scent sets his teeth on edge.Â
You answer the door bleary-eyed and sweaty, housecoat cinched tight around your waist and fuzzy slippers making it look like you just woke up. Visibly teetering on the edge of your heat. Itâs so obvious and the smell of it so fragrant that Gazâs instincts kick in and he pushes you back into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. His bag drops to the floor beside him.Â
âHow are you feeling?â he asks, already palming your cheeks and tilting your head this way and that. He tugs down your lower eyelid gently, checking your sclera for anything abnormal.
âA bit hot,â you admit.Â
âWhatâs your temperature?â
âJust a little over ninety-nine degrees. Whatâs the matter with you? Did you go to med school without telling me or something?âÂ
A slight temperature is entirely normal for a heat, the body working overtime to support the increased production of estrogen.
âItâs your first heat. Iâm taking it seriously.â
You roll your eyes. âItâs not a baby. I donât think you need to ask me every five minutes if Iâm dilated enough.â
He ignores the baby joke because thereâll be danger if he doesnât. The situation is already tense enough without thinking about you swollen with his pup. Thatâs a dream for a different day. Instead, he helps you take off the housecoat (which must have been adding five degrees to your internal temperature) and herds you into the kitchen for a cold glass of water.
It helps but barely.
Your first wave of your heat doesnât crest until mid-morning, and by then Gaz is practically breathing smoke, the scope of his attention shrinking until youâre the only thing he can focus on. When you twitch, his head snaps in your direction, eyes vacant apart from a slight glimmer of awareness.Â
Itâs getting harder to think through the fog. Itâd be worse if his rut overlapped with your heat, but even just being in proximity to an omega in heatâhis mate, no lessâforces him into an equivalent headspace. Ears peeled for any noises in the hallway outside your apartment. Wary of another alpha intruding on you in this state.
âCâmon, baby, weâre gonna get one last snack in you before it hits,â Gaz murmurs soothingly, urging you up off the couch and into the kitchen. You stumble slightly on your way there and his heart skips a beat.
You squirm in your chair while trembling fingers bring slices of manchego and chorizo up to your lips. His gaze is intense and unwavering. Any desire to glance down at the spot between your legs evaporates when your eyelashes flutter shut and your cheeks bulge as you chew.Â
Youâre so sweet like this. A tender thing for him to open up and ply with victuals.
âJust a couple more, okay?â he urges, pushing the plate closer to you and shushing you when you whine.Â
You turn your head away when he brings a slice of cheese to your lips. âMâfull,â you complain.Â
âI know, baby, but itâs gonna be a long time before youâll wanna eat again.â
âYou smell weird,â you grumble instead, turning your head into his armpit and taking a deep inhale.Â
âWhat do you mean âweirdâ?â he asks, slightly perplexed.
âDunno. Different.â You drag another deep breath in. âDid you put cologne on or something? SmellsâŚuhâŚreally good.â
His dick throbs. âNo, baby. Didnât even shower before I came over.â
âMmm. Good.â
His arm drops to the table, the force of it making the plate rattle. Fuck but how that nearly gets him. Heâs not infallible. Eventually something is going to tip him over the edge from sanity into delirium.Â
If this is any indication of the days to come, thereâs a chance neither of you will come out entirely unscathed.Â
It happens gradually, your sentences slowly degenerating and fragmenting, and your eyes glazing over. Even the smell of your skin gets richer.Â
The effect that your heat is having on him is staggering. No one told him itâd be like this. No one told him itâd be like unzipping himself and letting you inside. Like sitting still as a fire blazes around him, the flames licking closer and closer to his skin.
Then your fever spikes and all bets are off.Â
âUp,â Gaz growls. He doesnât wait for you to listen, lifting you up from the chair from under your arm and hunching slightly to scoop you up into his arms.Â
You moan, clinging to him. âItâs, uhâKyle, IâŚIâm really hot.â
His legs are heavy beneath him, lead weights that he has to drag across the apartment, each step tougher than the last.Â
Your nest is a soft, sumptuous garden of blankets and pillows and assorted clothes dragged out of the closet and spread across the floor and bed. You must have pulled the mattress off the bed frame at some point in the last two weeks because itâs pressed into the corner of the room, draped in every single sheet and blanket you own. The bed frame sits quite awkwardly on the other side of the room, pushed out of the way so as to not get in the way, and there are foam panels plastered all over to soundproof the walls.Â
Clever girl, thinking of that.Â
Everythingâs been rearranged. Heâd caught that youâd dragged a bookshelf into the living room when he came into your apartment, but even your dresser and nightstand are tucked away in the corner of your room. Itâs like you took inventory of everything you own and moved everything apart from the barest essentials needed for your heat.Â
He comes down onto one knee on the edge of the mattress before setting you down. You come up onto your elbows almost immediately. Thereâs a look in your eyes that heâs never seen before except in his dreams. Besotted, devotional. In his wildest dreams, he couldnât have imagined that youâd ever look at him like this.Â
You sit up when he comes down onto the mattress, constantly orbiting and orienting towards him.Â
âGonna take this a little at a time, okay, love?â Gaz rumbles.Â
âYeah, yeah,â you rasp, climbing into his lap when he softly urges you up. An arm braced behind him keeps him from collapsing when you sag into him.Â
Pseudo-rut makes him a bit dumb, a bit clumsy. He palms the back of your neck a bit too roughly, murmuring an apology against your lips when you whimper before drawing you into a deep, toe-curling kiss.Â
His stomach seizes up when he realizes that heâs kissing you for the first time. Ten years of anguish and heartache and delirious need finally culminating in your lips parting against his, the soft melt of your tongue against his when you let his tongue slide into your mouth, his blunt fingers tilting your head higher up.Â
Gorgeous, perfect mouth. Kissing it feels like coming home after years away.Â
God, heâs wanted it for so long. And God, your mouth tastes good, and when your tongue touches his, his head goes cloudy and his cheeks go hot.Â
Clothes fall to the wayside, slowly added to the nest one by oneâhis pants are shoved into the crease between the mattress and the wall, your shirt tucked under a pillow. He has to reach down to readjust himself through his boxers and your eyes follow the path his hand takes, going half-lidded and hot.
He smirks, only a little bashful. âSee something you like?âÂ
âUh-huh,â you mumble, barely taking in his words.Â
His chest puffs involuntarily, the beast in him preening.Â
Touching your bare skin for the first time, Gaz realizes that heâs never felt so moored and ready. This is where heâs meant to be. Every agonizing moment of the last ten years has prepared him for this moment; not even the bite of his pseudo-rut could make him flounder.Â
He traces a nipple with his thumb, following the path with his tongue when he lifts his thumb away, round and round the areola until youâre practically sobbing his name. Not enough. Itâs still not enough.Â
âBaby, I need to get you ready,â he murmurs when you pull at the waistband of his boxers.Â
âMâready now,â you half-snarl, tugging more forcefully, trying to rip his underwear right off.Â
Gaz laughs. âNo, youâre not.â
You donât have a choice but to indulge him though. Itâs his way or the highway. Heâd told you that back at the beginning, after ringing you to tell you that heâd help you through your heatâit had to be under his terms or not at all.Â
Your knickers get shoved under the pillow as well. Something for him to toy with later, when youâre tuckered out and not raring to go just yet. Itâll tide him over when youâre too sensitive for him to play with your pussy.Â
He barely grazes a knuckle over your clit and you come, hiccupping through your first orgasm. Youâre quick to come, like everything up to this point has just been foreplay.Â
âOh lovie,â he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. âItâs alrightâIâve got you.â
You jolt when he thumbs your clit again. Too sensitive. He pulls it away just long enough for you to catch your breath and for the twitches to subside, but when you start to pant again, your smelling ripening in that telltale way, he strums his thumb across it again, tucking a finger into your hole and groaning when he finds it scorching hot.
He dreamt of fingering you all the time back in high school. Thought of sitting beside you in the auditorium during assemblies and sliding his hand up your skirt until you spread your thighs and let him push your panties out of the way; cornering you in the bathroom between classes and pressing his fingers into you from behind, muffling your cries with his mouth; jiggling your pretty clit in the backseat of the bus, draping his jacket across your lap so no one else would see your wet pussy.Â
The reality is so much better than he ever couldâve imagined.Â
Three fingers and still you beg for more. Youâre clamped so tight around his fingers that he can barely move them, not without exerting a bit more force than heâd like. You must like it though because you squeeze around his neck almost intolerably tight when he forces his fingers in.
âGood girl,â he grunts, shoving them back in. âYou can take it.âÂ
âA-alpha?â you stutter.Â
Gaz pulls you close, tucking your face into his neck. âCome here, Iâve got you. Just hold onto me, love, okay? Can you do that?â
âY-yeah,â you breathe.Â
His whole body jerks when you bite his neck. Your teeth donât break the skin, but still he shudders, squeezing his eyes shut. Just barely keeps from telling you to bite down harder.
You have to take another break after you come, limp and satiated. Gaz uses that time to fluff the nest a bit, getting it nice and comfortable. He even leaves to fetch you a glass of water, bringing you into his chest for a nice cuddle while you recharge.
When you start staring too much again, he knows itâs almost time.Â
Nervousness has no hold on him though. You came to him because you trusted him to take care of you through your first heat.Â
That assurance settles him. Grounds him. Thereâs no one more equipped to do what heâs about to do because heâs waited his whole life for this. Whether consciously or not, his whole life has been in preparation for this moment, every choice, every heartache, every sleepless night. Itâs all been in anticipation of this.Â
It nearly undoes him though, despite everything. Despite the weeks spent mentally preparing, despite the strength in his body and the muscle heâs tacked on, despite his own fervor even.Â
Because when he climbs on top of you and your thighs part, your hole is wet and waiting, ready for him to use it and leave a little mess behind. Just looking at it makes his balls throb. It almost doesnât seem right that heâs about to spoil something as pretty as your pussy with his dick. Leave it stretched out and full of come. A little puffy from being knotted so many times. He shouldâve gotten you a plug for after, something to keep his come inside of you.Â
If his cock wasnât so heavy, Gaz would be tempted to lean down and kiss it a bit too. It feels wrong to push inside without at least a little send-off kiss, something soft to set your mind at ease before he fucks you six ways from Sunday.Â
He doesnât have the luxury of taking his time though; your temperature is rising again, skin hot to the touch.Â
Your patience is thinning too. âKyle, I canât waitâI canât. I need youââÂ
âI know, baby, I know.â
He strips off the last of his clothes quickly, boxers getting tossed behind him somewhere, before crawling over you again. The head of his cock looks brutish against your slick opening when he lines it up, but it stretches so prettily when he starts to sink in, gravity doing the work for him.Â
Your legs girdle his waist, pillowy thighs catching him when he sinks to the hilt, breasts moulding to his chest. Youâre scorching hot inside, a sweltering, blistering wetness that squeezes his cock like a vice.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
He sounds broken, eviscerated. Gutted like a gralloched animal.Â
Gaz is barely able to move, barely able to pull his hips back and hump forward, the mattress shifting under him. He could probably knot you just like that. It wouldnât take much to push him over the edge.Â
âOhohohohohââ you squeak when he grunts low and deep, bearing down on top of you.
Two strokes into the softest, wettest cunt of his life and his resolve fractures into a thousand parts. Shards too splintered to ever piece back together again.Â
At the back of his mind, he thought he might be strong enough to resist temptation. Thought he wouldnât need anything as barbaric as a mouthguard or a collar around your throat to keep him from giving in to his baser urges.Â
Strength isnât what kept his urges fenced in though. Fear is whatâs haunted him for the last ten yearsâthe fear that he wouldnât be enough for you, that he wasnât allowed to have you for some reason, doubt crawling into his ear like an insect and whispering to him that he had so much more to do in order to prove himself worthy of you, that you needed to be the one to invite him in.Â
But you have, havenât you?Â
Two strokes into the love of his lifeâs pussy and Gaz relinquishes himself to instinct, dropping his head, teeth sinking into the mating gland sitting pretty at the crook of your neck. It gives almost too easily under his teeth. Soft and tender skin, and then the secretions fill his mouth, blood and ambrosia all at once. Sweet dandelion wine and honeyed nectar.Â
You tense up around him instantly, a garbled, watery gasp jumping from your lips, and sharp fingernails bite into his shoulders.
âOh fuck,â Gaz gasps into the side of your neck when he relaxes his bite, head spinning as it all snaps into place, every strand finally tightening into place, draped in fate like samite, ermine, and brocade. âOh God, baby, Iâm so sorry. Oh God, baby, fuuuuuuckâŚâ
âAlpha?â you wheeze.Â
âYeah, baby, Iâm here,â he sighs, laving his tongue over the hurt. Your pulse thrums under his tongue, nervous and fast. âYou just feltâhng, fuckâfelt so good. Couldnât help mâself.â
âA-alpha, youâyou bit meââ
âSorry, love, I didnât mean to. Just couldnât help it.â
âIt hurts,â you whimper. You sound like youâre on the verge of tears.
âI know, baby, I knowâIâm sorry. Mâgonna make it all better, okay?â
âYouâre gonna make it better?â you ask, almost pathetically, the tears beading in the corners of your eyes.Â
His goddamn heart nearly breaks at the sight of your tears. âOf course I will, baby. Not gonna let anything bad happen to youânot my omega. My mate.â
Thereâs blood on his lip but not an ounce of regret in his being. Gaz sits up on his haunches, hands digging into your waist when he repositions you. He rolls you over onto your side and lifts a leg over his shoulder, swollen lips splitting open with the stretch, and fuck if you arenât dripping wet. His head lolls forward as he stares, tempted to put you right back down and drink straight from the source, hook both legs over his shoulders and just go to town.Â
But he has a job to do and his knot is already fattening up at the base of his cock, desperate to be wedged in a soft, warm hole.Â
One hand palms your belly while the other holds your leg in place as he shuffles forward, turgid cock still slick with your juices. He pulls his hand away from your stomach briefly to readjust his cock, lining it up with your hole against before sinking in, letting the weight of his body carry him forward.Â
Your eyes roll back in your head, the whites so white that his teeth ache. Not a hint of iris or pupil.Â
He bottoms out this time on the first stroke, the curly hairs at the base of his cock damp with your slick. Warm, wet walls squeeze around his cock, sucking him in deeper, and Gaz curses softly under his breath.Â
âWith me, love?â Gaz asks.
When you donât respond right away, he gives your cheek a light tap. âMâokayâŚâ
The first few thrusts are mindful, slow enough to gauge your reaction and ensure you arenât overwhelmed. His instincts dig like a spike into the back of his head, but Gaz grits his teeth, forcing back the impulse to rut between your thighs like a mindless beast. Thereâll be a time for that in the coming days.Â
Then he bucks forward a bit rougher, his shoulders tightening, tendons in his neck straining when his jaw clenches.Â
Your breath comes short and sharp. âOh god, oh my godâŚâ
âThere we go,â Gaz purrs. âThat better, baby?â
âH-huhâŚ?â Disoriented, your eyes roll around in their sockets until they land on him. Recognition comes slow, if at all. Poor thing, so horny that you canât even think straight.Â
âThat feel good? That feel better, baby? Iâll take care of everything in the morningâget all the paperwork sorted, tell your parents and friends, everything. Not gonna let you stress about anything. Just have to lie there and take it nice and deep.â
The thought alone nearly makes him come. Heâll do everything by the book in the morning. It appeals to him on a base level, the idea of taking care of everything for you, so entrenched in your life that you donât even have to think with him around.Â
No more holding back, his beast rumbles in his chest.
Weâve always been worthy of this.
The thing under his skin has gone hungry for far too many years. It has known where to go to satisfy itself, but waited instead for the meal to come to it.Â
And it has. You have. Wobbly-lipped and desperate for him to bite and hold.Â
His pace is frantic now, mind turned off and glutes flexing with every thrust, thighs burning with the effort to keep the rhythm. All that matters is burying himself in you as deep as physically possible.Â
Sweat drips into his eyes. Blinking doesnât help. The air compresses around him, squeezing him to the point of bursting.Â
Your pretty tits bounce with every thrust and he has to touch them. Grab them. Mould his hand over them until his palm always remembers what your nipple feels like. He loves the sounds you make when he pinches them and slides them between his fingers.Â
âWanted to touch these for years,â Gaz growls. He cups his hand under your breast, plumping it up all nicely. âEvery summer youâd wear these, uh, these low cut topsâŚand Iâd be so fucking hard, thinking about how much I wanted to pull your shirt down and suck on them.âÂ
âYou neverâoh, oh, ohââ you start, interrupted when you come again, walls contracting around his length. Gaz has to grit his teeth to keep from coming as well, not ready to come just yet.Â
This one leaves you near breathless, too spent to finish your sentence. Your channel milks his cock.Â
He wants to hear it though. âWhatâs that, baby?âÂ
âYouâŚyou neverâŚsaid anything.â
âWasnât sure you wanted me back.â His vulnerability is ripped from him without warning, so used to giving you everything that he doesnât even stop to think about what itâll do to him.
You scrunch up your face, pouting up at him and itâs bad for his heart, itâs so bad for his heart how smitten he is with you. ââCourse I did. I just thoughtâI thought you didnâtâIâm, ahâŚâ
So close to coming again, you lose track of your words, but Gaz understands, and the implication leaves him short of breath.Â
So much lost time. So much to make up for.Â
He leans down, bracing himself over you again. Your skin tastes salty when he runs his tongue over the shell of your ear. âYou gonna take my knot, baby?âÂ
âYesyesyesyesââ
âGonna let me come inside too?â
âYesssssââ you hiss through your teeth, tears spilling over your waterlines.
ââCourse you are, perfect girl. Gonna let me come inside and knot you because youâre mine. Youâre my girlâmy omegaâmy mateââ
Itâs right there, barely a klick away. His balls are drawn up tight, thighs tensed and burning, every inch of him poised on the edge, desperate to come.Â
When you reach down to grab a handful of his arse, trying to pull him in closer, Gaz chokes on his breath, tipped right over the edge. His groin pulses when he comes, that first spurt so good that his vision goes spotty.Â
Itâs so goodâ
God.
Itâs hard to think. Hard to breathe.Â
The breath is punched out of him, the sudden swell of his knot winding him. It locks his hips in place, the swollen flesh snug in the wet embrace of your cunt. Under him, you gasp for breath, wide eyes staring up at him.
âItâs alright, itâs alright,â Gaz coos, cupping your cheek in his hand. âIâve got you, love.â
His hips grind forward in absence of any movement. Your walls flutter around his knot, too stretched out to squeeze any tighter. The energy is sucked from his body with his come, each pulse making him shudder and gasp. You must be full to the brim with how much he comes.
When thereâs nothing left in him to give, Gaz slumps forward, only his elbows catching his weight, hips pinning yours down to the bed until he rolls over tentatively, making sure to keep you pressed tight to his chest.Â
Thereâs nothing he could say that would be better than just thisâdraped over you, forehead to forehead, soothing his omega. Rubbing the bridge of his nose against yours. Massaging your thigh when you shift, a little cramp in your hip.Â
It comes like second nature to him. Itâs always been his favourite part after allâthe afterglow. Pillow talk and cuddling; sweet, slow kisses with swollen lips. The fact that itâs with you only makes him enjoy it more.
When his knot softens enough to dislodge, he pulls out of you and strokes your cheek when you whine in discomfort. The sight of your poor, battered cunt makes him wince.Â
He wets a hand towel in the bathroom and comes back to find you in the same place as when he left you, dazed eyes watching him curiously. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he parts your legs to either side and crawls in closer, starting with the mess along your inner thighs and the fold of your butt.Â
âStay still,â he growls when you squirm. You go still at the subtle command in his voice, alert even under the fog of heat.
Your legs still twitch when he swipes the cloth between your legs, wiping off his leaking spend and the slick still wet on your inner thighs, but you hold yourself as still as possible, nearly biting your lip off in the process.Â
âT-thank you, alpha,â you whisper, chewing on your fingertip.Â
He feels his cock twitch at that, still wet with your juices. Doesnât take much for you to work him up.Â
It isnât long before your heat crests again and youâre crawling over Gaz, hands pinning his shoulders down to the mattress. He laughs. The sound dies in his throat when you line his shaft up with your hole and sink down in one smooth motion, shutting him up oh so effectively.
Cheeky little thing.Â
A few days go missing, only recalled in chunks when heâs a bit more clear-headed. Feeding you fresh fruit and slices of cheese from his fingers as you whined on his knot. Licking his own spend out of you while holding your trembling thighs open, digging his fingers into your plush inner thighs. Sucking your beaded nipples into his mouth while gliding his fingers over your clit, your cunt a bit too sore to take his knot again; not so soon anyway. Carrying you into the bathroom for a quick soak before emptying the tub and bringing you back to the bed.Â
All the while, feeling your presence like a phantom limb. Like an extension of himself. Every inch of your pleasure rippling across his skin, amplifying his own.Â
If Gaz had known it would be like thisâ
heâd have moved heaven and hell to have it.Â
Itâs his now though. Youâre his. Mated and bound to him. So intrinsically and indelibly tied to him that no earthly force could pull you apart.Â
Itâs why now he can feel your mounting anxiety like a prickle at the back of his head. Itâs what wakes him up so suddenly, creamy golden light spilling across the sheets and furniture when he opens his eyes to the door to your bedroom ajar.Â
Youâre in the bathroom when Gaz walks in, touching the mostly healed mating mark on your neck. Itâs barely a puckered scar, so subtle that he might have missed it.
âDid you mean to do it?â you ask. Itâs not the question he expected, but then again, Gaz isnât sure what he expected from you.Â
He nods though. No sense in lying to you. âYeah.â
Itâs clear now that this was always going to be the natural end, that any tryst between the two of you would always end here, with his mark on your neck.Â
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, moulding you to his chest. In the mirror, you look exceptionally fragile, still shaky and brittle from your heat, and it makes his heart ache.Â
âI didnât think I would, but I wanted to. I never wouldâve if I had any doubt.â
One day heâll tell you everything. Heâll tell you why he waited so long, what held him back all these years when he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that nothing else would come close to this.Â
âYou didnât used to smell like this,â you murmur, cold nose pressed into his collar bone. You seal your words with a deep inhale, drawing all of your breath into your lungs and holding it there for a moment before expelling it.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Gaz asks. His lips twitch when you press your nose harder against his skin.Â
âItâs different. It changed.â
âI swear it hasnât,â he laughs. âIâve always smelled like this.âÂ
He can feel the way you wrinkle your nose against his skin. âLiar. You used to smell⌠I donât know. Maybe like this, but subtler. Fainter.â You exhale again, more contemplative this time. âIt mustâve been my heat. Everything smells so much stronger now. Itâs like breathing after being sick or something. Like my nose is clear or something.â
Gaz stares at your reflection from over your head while it washes over him. Of course his life would be ruled by a comedy of errors. What mightâve happened had you not gotten on suppressants all those years ago? Maybe nothing. Maybe the past is what itâs always been and thereâs no sense in looking back and asking what if things had been better. Maybe regrets are like false idols in that wayâthereâs nothing holy in worshipping at the altar of them.Â
He makes a mental note to keep this from Johnny. Gaz will never hear the end of it if he finds out.Â
âWhat are we gonna do now?â you whisper.Â
He lowers his head, pressing his lips to your crown for a moment before resting his chin on top of your head. âDonât worry, love. Iâll take care of everything.â
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those ties that bind us



SUMMARY: You choose a new pair of alphas over what you've come to know.
PAIRING: Poly!alpha!141 x omega!Reader x alpha!AleRudy
WARNINGS/INFO: 18+ MDNI | OMEGAVERSE AU | female!Reader; angst; a/b/o dynamics; hurt/comfort; cussing; smut; spit kink; bad Spanish translations; bonding; open end
Based on this little blurb. đŠś
You had a feeling it would happen someday if your packmates, the alphas who youâve spent and shared most of your life with for the better part of the past three years, wonât finally make a move, make you theirs officiallyâbut now that it happened eventually, youâre not quite sure how to tell them.Â
Perhaps you didnât do enough? Didnât make your intentions clear with none of them? The desire to be claimed, to belong, to be lovedâalways put off by Price, smiled at by Gaz, supported but never pursued by Soap, and straight up ignored by Ghost.Â
As you follow Simon and Johnny over the busy tarmac, your combat boots begin to feel heavy with each step you take that leads you further away from Alejandro and Rudy, the alphas who are now courting you and currently staying behind by the truck after saying their goodbyes to their foreign comrades. Â
Even then, youâd wondered if neither Simon nor Johnny found it odd when you chose not to say your own farewells to the other two alphas after finishing a successful operation, but again they stayed oblivious to the bond that has been blossoming between you and the Mexican soldiers since youâve first stepped foot into Las Almas.Â
Just last night it was Alejandro who had told you that, perhaps it will be better if youâre the one to break the news to them, though assuring you: âWeâll always have your back, cariĂąo,â.Â
And now, the harsh tug youâre currently experiencing deep down in your chest cavity, right behind your heart, only puts the last necessary nail in the coffin for you.Â
Youâre staying.Â
As if on cue, your body works before your mind catches upâstill both mentally and physically recovering from the missionâand you freeze in your steps, coming to an abrupt halt that causes Simon to glance over his shoulder, having noticed you in his peripherals like the vigilant alpha he is. Â
And it causes a chain reaction, when Johnny follows his leader's reaction, stopping dead in his tracks and following Simonâs line of vision until bright blue eyes settle on you, a puzzled look settling on his ruggedly chiselled face. Â
You speak up before either of them can: âThis is goodbye... for now,â you tell them over the loud noises surrounding you on the airfield, and you try to keep your voice firm and steady, but it cracks at goodbye before your throat tightens painfully enough to make your eyes well up with tears.Â
Simon and Johnny share a long, meaningful look, having a full-on conversation with their eyes in a language you donât speak like youâve witnessed so many times before, and then they fully turn simultaneously before approaching you with purposeful steps that make you brace yourself for an argument.Â
âWhotâs thaâ?â Simon asks, towering and gripping the straps of his bulky tac vest while tilting his masked head like a curious puppy. You know heâs just trying to give you another chance to change your words, but this time you wonât.Â
âWhaddaya mean by âgoodbyeâ, bon?â Johnny chimes in, brows furrowed while his gaze flickers between you and then over your shoulder, eye narrowing as they land on their alliesâfriendsâthe alpha males still watching the scene unfold with crossed arms and squared shouldersâlooking ready to step in any second if need be.Â
Johnny takes note of the sudden tension and dominance oozing off Alejandro and Rudy, how the comradery and friendliness from before has now seemingly disappeared soon as he and Simon approached you this timeâas if they suddenly have a claim on you that your literal packmates donât.Â
And just like that, it dawns on them like a physical blow to the chest.Â
Simonâs jaw clenches as he tries to reign in the rumbling growl building up in his chest while Johnny doesnât bother to hide the snarl taking over his face, sharpening his features into something feral; both of their scents spiking in intensity, lacing the hot-humid air with sour pheromones, ready to scent mark and drag you onto the cargo plane with them if push comes to shove.Â
Your eyes widen at once, a deer caught in headlights, staring at the truck coming full speed at her.Â
âYeâre cominâ home with us,â Johnny growls, gloved hands balling into tight fists at his sides to keep himself from simply snatching your wrist before Simonâs hand comes up to rest on his shoulder like a physical leash. âEasy there, Soap.âÂ
Neither of them is angry with you, you can tell that much, but judging by their blown pupils and dominant stances, something strange is happening.Â
âIâm not coming with you. Iâmââ Your heart thumps violently and your breath hitches momentarily, making it harder for you to get the words out as both men stare at you intensely, expecting you to make a choice thatâd be in their favour.Â
But youâve made your decision.Â
âIâm staying here... with Alejandro and Rudy. I haveâI have already informed Price last night and asked for special leave,â you explain, fidgeting with your hands while your pulse thrums in your neck.Â
A strange sensation goes through your body as you speak those words; a buzzing energy rushing through your veins as you cut those emotional packbonds, now brittle by the years of neglect, to focus on the future waiting for you just a few yards awayâa tiny seedling soaking up sunshine for the first time, finally stepping away from the trees whoâve drowned her in shadows, causing harm without even meaning to.Â
Johnny shakes his head slowly, disbelief settling on his face as the crease between his brows disappears, eyes softening. For a moment, it almost looks like something inside him shatters, as if he can feel it, too.Â
âNo... please,â he breathes, reaching out to grasp your hand while his shoulders slouch. âYe cannae jusâ... do this, bon. Ye belong with us,â he squeezes your hand weakly, ââour wee omega.âÂ
A soft whimper escapes your throat, one that has Alejandro and Rudy perk up with worry despite the distance, and one that makes Johnnyâs eyes waterâbecause he knows what it means. Your decision is final and itâs their own bloody fault.Â
They shouldâve seen it coming, shouldâve noticed the signs even amidst battle, and yet they didnât; thinking they still had time.Â
âIâll miss ye,â Johnny rasps before pulling you against his chest only to bury his face into your neck to inhale your sweet scent greedily, hoping it will brand itself into his nostrilsâone last time. Warm blueberry tarte, honey-soaked linen, and freshly cut grass, a concoction now dulled by sadness, though still perfect, stillâtheirs. It makes his teeth itch to bite, to mark, and his chest feels heavy, unable to let you go just like that.Â
âAre ye sure, luv?â he mutters against your skin and his nose presses into your virgin scent gland in a way that makes you shiver. You nod meekly, eyes squeezed shut as you rub your face against his shirt, leaving your scent on him instinctively. Just for the flight home to make him feel better, you think. Always the good omega looking out for her pack.Â
âIâm sure,â you reply so quietly, you can barely hear it yourself. âItâs been inevitable from the moment I saw them... smelled them.âÂ
You canât see it, but your admission shatters them; cracks their ribcages open underneath their gear and stabs their hearts repeatedly until thereâs nothing left but bloodied, torn muscle and shredded heartstringsâhurting even a cold one.Â
After another moment, Johnny releases you reluctantly; strong arms flexing with tension as they lower at his sides. He rests his forehead against yours, chuffs low in his throatâa quiet, sorrowful goodbye that rings in your ears until your tears drip down your cheeks.Â
He pulls back with a grimace when Simon squeezes his shoulder, like separating himself causes him physical pain, and he leaves your tears to be wiped away by your new alphas, though in every other situation, Johnny wouldâve licked them off your skin with flagrant reverence.Â
âCâmon, Soap, âs time to go,â Simon announces, giving his Sergeant a firm pat on the shoulder while his eyes never leave you. You peer up at him, head ducked with a hint of shame, tendons flexing in your neck at the tension.Â
Eventually, Johnny turns away with a pained snarl, speeding up the process like ripping off a band aid and pulling off scab, muttering profanities under his breath as he storms off towards the plane that will take them back to the UKâwhile Simon stays back, still staring down at you with those onyx eyes of his, though now they hold a kind of softness to them that leaves your whole system reeling.Â
âLieutenantââ you rasp, and he huffs through his mask, making your jaw snap closed again. Â
His gloved hands come up to rest on your shoulders, the skeleton prints spanning wide, thumbs brushing your sensitive scent glands with a tenderness youâve rarely experienced from him as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours, hardshell mask pinching into your skin.Â
â...âs olways been you, pet.âÂ
Your breath stutters, eyes fluttering as you try to process his words while your fingers tremble to reach out and claw into his tac vest to keep him closeâkeep his scent near, the one no omega before you has found as enticing as you.Â
Too much, too rigid, like ice shards and gasoline fumes jabbing into your lungs with each deep inhale, rather warning off any potential mate than drawing them in.Â
It made you feel safe and thatâs all that ever mattered to him.Â
Simon lets you go with practiced ease, shoves down his feelings even though his alpha is snarling, thrashing and howling behind his mask of indifference, but he cannot contain the sound that tears out of his throat, thank god muffled by the cloth covering his mouthâhusky and unpractised like blunt nails scraping over gravel, a puppy learning to communicateâsomething akin to a whine, a sound youâve never heard him nor any of them make.Â
Your eyes widen, synapsis and instincts firing in your brain, hissing at you to soothe and purr for him, for the alpha youâve dared to hurtâbut then the dirt on the tarmac scrunches under his boots as he turns, leaving his broad back for you to look after while a swooping feeling in your stomach makes you nauseous, and you swallow your pathetic whines, having lost the right to call for them.Â
Thereâs an invisible snap and you swear you can hear it, like a cruciate rupture knocking the breath out of you, loud as a gunshot and nasty, leaving you behind with a limp and quivering lips as you watch them walk away from you, though you can see the slight hobble in their own heavy steps.Â
That night, your new alphas make sure to help youânot to forget but distract you from the pain of severing your packbond instead. Â
Though, itâs hardly merely the bond that has broken your heart.Â
They bring you to their private quarters, invite you into their den, a ranch house on vast land, many klicks away from Las Almas, and give you time until the sun sets, and nightfall cools the temperature to something more bearable, to settle in and sort out some of the internal chaos wreaking havoc and lacing your scent with a bitter smack of sadness.Â
It is obvious that youâve loved them allâall four of them with equal ferocity. You wouldâve taken a bullet for each one, youâve tended to their wounds, the ones you can see and the one you donât, took care of their emotional needs, made sure your shared nest was always comforting and warm to themâand for what? To be replaced if another, perhaps more beautiful, sweeter, and docile omega comes along to take the place you should have been given freely and with an urgency bordering on alpha possessiveness? Â
You have loved them in the dark and it was goodâuntil someone else showed you what the light can truly look like.Â
Itâs easy and effortless. Â
Your instincts are no burden but a relief to them; the fact that you come from the same line of work only fuelling their desire to make you theirs. Theyâve shown it with their eyes, in the way their chests puff out as they inhale your scents, two pairs of rough hands itching to grab and grope and keep.Â
And just as they do in the field, Alejandro and Rudy work as a team to shed you of your material layers first before peeling away metaphorical onesâuntil they have stripped you naked of both cloth and invisible barriers, leaving you raw and exposed to them as they devour you whole, slow and methodically. Â
Their scents are strong and unapologetically wild, and it doesnât take long until it seeps into your pores to stay; engulfing you in a comforting blanket of burnt blue agave, leaving a taste of finely aged tequila in the back of your throat, dried cloves, chili and cardamom, reminding you of a homecooked meal waiting for you, and the promising musk of their heady desires, hidden beneath a touch of violent smoke rising from the end of a gun barrelâa barrel now pointed at you.Â
âYes, you should weep for them, querida,â Alejandro murmurs against your temple as he cradles you against his bare chest; all warm skin and chiselled muscles. âMakes it easier to let go and focus on whatâs in front of you.âÂ
The white curtains sweep as a soft breeze sweeps through the spacious bedroom, coming through the open floor-to-ceiling windows; moonlight illuminating the room in semi-darkness as you lounge on the bed.Â
Between your legs, Rudy hums in agreement, trailing languid, open-mouthed kisses up your supple legs while you spread for him willingly, giving him more space to explore. Â
âAgreed,â he breathes against your dewy skin, feeling your skin pebble with goosebumps under his tongue as he licks a slow stripe over the sensitive scent gland on the inside of your left thigh, so, so close to your glistening sex. Â
He groans at your taste and starts rutting against the mattress, grinding his hips slowely, breathing out: âDĂos.âÂ
Your legs quiver and you squirm in Alejandroâs arms, a mere bunny embraced by two wolfs, though perhaps youâve never felt saferâmore wantedâin your life.Â
A whimper leaves your lips, perspiration building above your furrowed brows. Â
âAre youââ you swallow hard, unsure if itâs too soon to ask. âWill youââÂ
Alejandro kisses your temple, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. âOf course, we will,â he assures you, nose trailing along your hairline, ââjust not tonight. It would be too much for you.âÂ
Before disappointment can settle into your gut like a parasite, like another worry adding to your fragile soul, a petulant pout forming on your lips, Rudy is quick to distract you again by parting your outer folds with deft fingers to expose the little treat resting at the top of your pussy, leaving you hot-faced and gasping.Â
âPinche... es hermosa, Ale,â Rudy mumbles under his breath, thumb stroking over your swollen clit with unfamiliar reverence. âVoy a probar un poco.âÂ
Your breath hitches while Alejandro smiles against your skull, strong hands roaming over your torso and settling right below the curve of your titsâsqueezing and groping your giving flesh lightly as he feels your thumping heartbeat beneath his palms. Â
âMi conejita,â he growls before nipping at your earlobe. âI will fuck you once Rudy has prepared you for my cock, yes? Tell me how much youâd like that, cariĂąoââÂ
The term of endearment, so cute and innocent, followed by pure filth, makes your pulse spike and your pussy throb with its own heartbeatâand then Rudy leans in with a shameless groan to slowly lick and suck at your clit, and the world tips upside down like your eyes rolling back into your skull.Â
The night progresses in a whirlwind of earth-shattering orgasms and whispered promisesâand they manage to keep your mind off the past, giving you but a taste of your new reality.Â
Rudy eats your cunt as feverishly as Johnny, though less messy and more precise, like he has all the time in the world to learn and exploreâand you realize that he does when his teeth graze over the scent gland of your inner thighs again, scraping the sensitive surface with his teeth and lapping up your essence while Alejandro warns him to slow down, let you breathe. Â
The second-in-command finishes on the mattress, his tan skin sweat-slicked and panting, his ruddy cock spurting a massive load into the white sheetsâsimply from licking at your sex. Â
You coo at him when you catch your breath, fingers tugging at his black, fluffy hair to pull him in for a kiss while Alejandro manhandles your legs, pushes them apart and drapes one thigh over his hip as he shifts his weight behind your back for a better angle.Â
âThatâs it, querida, kiss your man,â Alejandro growls, squeezing the back of your neck while he strokes his own prick from base to tip, exhaling a shaky breath when he coats himself in your succulent slick.Â
Rudyâs tongue is tangling with yours and you can taste yourself on his saliva; messy and passionate, you suck on his tongue with a sensual purr, half-lidded eyes drinking in his wrecked, pretty face.Â
Alejandro grunts as he lines himself up with your dripping hole, drooling tip dragging through your swollen folds. âEscupir en su boca, hermano,â he orders, voice rumbling with a growl that has you keening, and Rudy is swift to cup your jaw, keeping your mouth open, all too eager to follow his Coloneâs orders.Â
Your breath comes in sharp pants as you stick your tongue out, a breathy moan spilling out your chest as Alejandro thrusts his fat cockhead past your entrance, sinking in an inch or two only to pull out and repeat, your velvety walls swallowing him up with greed.Â
âJoder,â he groans huskily, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Â
âEyes on me, cariĂąo,â Rudy chuckles, giving your jaw a small squeeze. âFeels good, no?â His tawny eyes crinkle at the corners as you nod with your tongue still out, your eyes nearly crossing from pleasure. âHeh, so cute.âÂ
And then Rudy tips your head back against Alejandroâs broad shoulder, making the other alpha watch with his thick cock now nestled and twitching deep inside of your cunt, as he spits a generous glob of saliva into your mouth.Â
âNow swallow,â he croons before dragging his spit-shiny lips down the column of your throat, feeling it bob against his nose as you swallow obediently.Â
Alejandro snarls against your shoulder blade, pupils blown with searing lust and possessiveness at the teasing display between you and Rudy, and his hands settle on your hips, keeping you in place on his lap as he begins to thrust his hips up, driving his throbbing cock into your welcoming heat with unbridled need and liquid fire simmering in his veins, spreading like a wildfire as his balls draw up tight.Â
So close to your virgin scent gland on your neck, he huffs your sticky skin and bares his teeth while youâre blissfully unaware, making out with Rudy until the latter notices the shift in the other alphaâand he swiftly reaches out to grab a fistful of Alejandroâs sleek raven hair, tugging it back to make their eyes meet.Â
âNot tonight, boss. Tu mismo lo dijiste,â he reminds the older alpha pointedly.Â
Alejandro growls, then nods. He feels your walls flutter and tighten around his rutting shaft with another impending climax. They share a look, and Rudy tightens his grip with a curt nodâa silent promise to keep the other alpha from sinking his teeth into your mating gland in his ecstasy. Â
Not tonight, querida.Â
On another continent, now separated not only by distance but a broken packbond, Gaz paces inside the Captain Priceâs office, deadly like an agitated jaguar in its too tiny enclosure.Â
âThis is fuckinâ bullshit, Cap,â he repeats, snarling for the umpteenth time. âAbsolute fuckinâ madness!â Â
His scentâusually so calm and fresh like mint leaves soaking in spring sunshine and fresh lemonadeâhas turned the air and atmosphere inside the office sour.Â
He stops right in front of Priceâs cluttered desk, glaring at his trusted superior with blatant fury in his eyes as he braces his hands on the polished mahogany, leaning forward.Â
âHow could you agree to this? How could you allow her to stay over there?! To leave our pack?!âÂ
Behind his desk, John keeps his arms crossed tensely, jaw ticking as he clenches and unclenches it, his tongue dry and thick in his mouth as his mistake dawns on him.Â
The seasoned Captain made a decision with your wellbeing as his priorityâalways his priorityâand now itâs biting him in the arse, becoming more of a simple graze like heâd expected. No, he can feel you slipping, can feel the bond severing, and itâs making him anxious, sad.Â
Sad. Downright depressed.Â
John hasnât felt anything like this before, but he is still faring better than his Sergeantâwho had no clue what was happening until heâd staggered into his office a few moments ago, clutching his chest as if someone had stabbed him with a combat knife, whinging like a pup in distress.Â
Bloody hell, he canât imagine how Soap must be behaving right nowâstill stuck in a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean; having only Ghost to turn to and soothe him. Fuck. Itâs a bloody disaster.Â
âGaz,â John sighs roughly, tries reasoning, ââ it's her decision. I couldnât deny her.âÂ
âDeny her?â Gaz barks out a humourless laugh. it only agitates the younger alpha more. His eyes widen, his face twists into a dangerous snarl. âFuck that, Captain!âÂ
John has never quite seen him lose his composure like this. He rises from his chair with a warning growl, towers over the Sergeant and forcing him into submission, pulling both rank and dominance to ease the tension.Â
âThatâs enough, Garrick,â he says, finality lacing his sharp tone. âShe asked for special leave, nothing moreââÂ
âWe are losing her. Our omega. Our girl,â Gaz interrupts, though his voice has lost some of its burn. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, keeping his accusations inside as he regards his Captain with a hint of disappointment and desperation.Â
He swallows hard, feeling the bond continuing to dissipate; it feels like sand running through his hands and there is nothing he can do to stop it from leaving him. He knows that Price can feel it, too.Â
âI donât know about you, but I cannot lose her, sir,â Gaz admits, brows furrowing with a distraught whine. âWe were planning to make her ours, didnât we? Or did that fucking plan change, too?âÂ
There is a tense pause. Johnâs jaw ticks again and he rubs a hand over his coarse beard, sucking his teeth before he shakes his head slowly.Â
âNo, son, it hasnât.âÂ

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thinking hard about omega operative who got dishonorably discharged when they refused to roll over for their alpha captain. they wore it as a mark of pride anyways, but then they end up getting kidnapped by a group who rest suppressant drugs on them. Fast forward, a while later another omega is thrown into their cell; gaz.
gaz, who had already been close to his heat. gaz, who they brought in specifically for that reason to try the suppressants on him during such a time except youâd rather kill yourself before youâd let a fellow omega be used and abused while you are around. so you keep him behind you, snarling and biting at anyone who tries to come close to him.
in this cursed cell, you two bond just like; out of pure need and necessity and desperation for survival. you hold him through the worst of it and he clings to you, both of you more instincts than human.
survival eventually comes, in the form of memorizing the guardsâ patterns and shifts and the timing of the suppressants. they dull your senses but not your mind, and itâs always been your sharpest weapon.
idk how it happens here but like. you do end up escaping, and you carry gaz with you, aware heâs still not fully there yet, still clouded by the latest doze theyâd given him, and then you manage to somehow contact his team. when they find you, both you and gaz passed out, you are covering him with your body.
and when you wake up in a hospital, more aware than youâd been in months, you canât even try to leave or move; there are three pairs of eyes peering at you and you are in gazâs arms, who growls in his sleep each and every time you shift.
âyou two have bonded.â price tells you, jaw tight and brows furrowed like an angry bear. then he sighs. ââŚyou are staying. just for now, at least.â
(ânowâ turns to days, then weeks, then months, and by the time you realize it you have already made yourself a part of their pack).
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the alpha next door
pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader
summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next doorâand his for you.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov
word count: 8.9k
a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink promptsâand this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing đ
also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!
When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were.Â
The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved.Â
But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his childâŚ
Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldnât avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him.Â
The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldnât even begin to name, but you tended to them like youâd planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his drivewayâwhich had a perfect view of your front garden. Heâd watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.
When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long heâd been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where heâd close his door and lean against it, panting like heâd just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldnât stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of youâat least not while you were just outside.Â
On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.
Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. Youâd let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasnât the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart.Â
As the weeks and months passed since youâd moved in, Steve couldnât help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega heâd ever met, and heâd be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.
That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.
That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega heâd determined you to beâyou were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alphaâs knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steveâs alpha heart.
But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and heâd never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasnât going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadnât asked for him to join you, anyway.
That didnât stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.
Heâd noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door.Â
Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldnât bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didnât want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions youâd need. But he didnât. He was worried about what heâd do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume.Â
So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a weekâs worth of provisionsâprotein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didnât want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent.Â
Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldnât help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steveâs alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that youâd only left it open because you couldnât close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.
Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that youâd left the skylight open, even a little bit.Â
But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steveâs earsâthrough the window of his bedroom that heâd thrown open the moment heâd heard youâhe forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than heâd ever been in his life.Â
Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasnât coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alphaâs help.Â
But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.
âNeed your knot, alpha, oh god, please,â you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldnât give you. âFill me up, daddy, I need itâneed your knot, alphaâdaddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!â Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.
One of Steveâs hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.
Steveâs other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldnât be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain heâd knock you up.Â
That is, if you werenât on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.
Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely cagedâhe wanted to breed you.Â
Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what youâd look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup.Â
He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before youâd even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.
It was that image of youâbeautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knotâthat made Steve come.Â
He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.
A growl tore from Steveâs lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged.Â
Steveâs release seemed to last for ages, longer than heâd ever experienced before, and if it wasnât for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he wouldâve been worried heâd gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.
Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cockâeven as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where heâd been standing.Â
The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. Heâd never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and heâd never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didnât know better, he would think you were his mateâthe one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him.Â
But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You mightâve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.
Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things heâd imagined while heâd jerked himself off. Heâd never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.
Thankfully, youâd gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag heâd used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldnât be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing heâd called out of work on heat leave.
Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldnât help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. Heâd never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if youâd had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if youâd make it through your heat.Â
His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldnât be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.
When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.
You hadnât met the alpha until after youâd moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was bigâso much bigger than youâwith broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steveâs thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.
A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy youâd discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve.Â
The alpha next door was just soâŚsweet.Â
It hadnât taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighborâs schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor.Â
And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasnât working, you sat on your back porch readingâthough you were more often ogling the fit alphaâs shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steveâs blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didnât think he was really looking at you.
Of course, when heâd offer to mow your lawn, youâd let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, youâd make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?
It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didnât seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and heâd been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet.Â
It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for youâtoo sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that youâd created together.Â
Youâd told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldnât be what you needed, then you didnât want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didnât listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where youâd get to see your neighborâworking in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard.Â
Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasnât uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous.Â
Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun.Â
You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didnât like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.
It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next doorâŚ
Later, youâd blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision youâd made in the urgency of your heat preparations wouldâve irrevocably changed your lifeâfor the betterâand you wouldnât give a thought to regretting what youâd done.
Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didnât even remember that youâd decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear youâbut he wasnât far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body.Â
Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omegaâs, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldnât form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if youâd had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that youâd forgotten the second they fell from your lips.
The first night of your heat, when youâd had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, youâd hoped you hadnât cried out anything that would embarrass youâlike Steveâs name. Youâd had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you werenât going through your heat. But youâd breathed a sigh of relief when you didnât remember calling out for Steve specifically.Â
You couldnât imagine what would happen if you cried out Steveâs name while in heat. But you were about to find out.
The silicone toy in your cunt wasnât cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadnât felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadnât slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You werenât just desperate for an alphaâs knot and come, you wanted moreâŚ
You wanted a pup. You wanted an alphaâs cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bredâand not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.
Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve.Â
âPlease,â you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. âPlease, alpha, need your knot, need your come,â you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.
You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasnât enough, even as you tried to make due.Â
You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alphaâs cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.
âPlease, daddy, wanna have your baby,â you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. âWanâ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wanâ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.â You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you.Â
The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it.Â
âOh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,â you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steveâs cock.Â
You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.
It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, âKnock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, pleaseâplease, breed me, Steve!âÂ
So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more.Â
It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun.Â
Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an âoâ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway.Â
Steveâs big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldnât think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.
Your too sweet alpha neighborâs mouthâwhich was normally curved in a soft, friendly smileâwas twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing youâd ever heard from Steve.Â
âInvite me into your bed,â he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didnât use his alpha command. âAsk me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,â he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heartâand your cunt. âTell me you want me, omega.â His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength.Â
Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like homeâlike safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together.Â
In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steveâhe was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.
âPlease, Steveâplease, mate, please help me,â you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes.Â
Something shifted in Steveâs expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of hisâdisbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what youâd only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.
âMy omega, my mate,â Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.
FinallyâfinallyâSteve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and youâd never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.
Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasnât sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you shouldâve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.
Heâd lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands.Â
Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, heâd thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, heâd ripped it off some of the hinges.Â
Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. Heâd deal with getting out later. Much later.
Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and heâd stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.
You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourselfâthat thought making even more blood rush to Steveâs cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.
At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldnât be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadnât gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for himâŚ
God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steveâs mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you.Â
Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answerâbut you didnât only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.
That word struck a chord in Steveâs chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mateâthat you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his.Â
You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front gardenâor, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy.Â
It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped.Â
âMy omega, my mate,â he rumbled in a low purr, a voice heâd never even heard himself use before. But he didnât have time to think about that too closelyâhe only knew he needed to get to you.Â
As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefsâthe only clothing heâd had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency chargeâin the few steps it took to get to your bed.
By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound.Â
But there was something in his way, something that shouldnât be inside you and Steve couldnât help but growl, âGet that fucking toy out of my cunt, âmega.â He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.
âYes, alpha,â you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole.Â
The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steveâhe had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body.Â
Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steveâs alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.
âPlease, SteveâdaddyâalphaâI need you inside me,â you wailed in a broken voice and Steveâs instincts took over.
He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steveâs entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.
With Steveâs cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steveâs hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.
âThank you, alpha,â you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. âThe toys werenât working.â You pressed a kiss to Steveâs cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy.Â
Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steveâs mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.
âYou needed your mate, didnât you, baby?â Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. âNeeded your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?â He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. âNeeded me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?âÂ
As soon as the heated words fell from Steveâs lips, he wished he could take them back. Heâd heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steveâs knot.Â
Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. Heâd barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didnât want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for himâeven though the thought did make Steve rock hard.
âSorry, âmega,â Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach.Â
âSorry for what?â you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steveâs sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock.Â
Thankfully, you didnât seem turned off or scared by Steveâs breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldnât be true.
âDidnât mean to mention pups so soon,â Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldnât see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink.Â
âOh god,â you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steveâs cock as your body writhed beneath his. âWanna give you so many pups, alpha,â you cried, humping up from beneath Steveâs big body, riding his cock harder than youâd been riding your toy when heâd walked in.Â
Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steveâs body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.
âYou like that idea, huh?â Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. âYou like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?âÂ
Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasnât surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didnât expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.
âI do, daddy,â you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. âI want to hear everything youâve thought about doing to your little omegaâwant you to breed me, alpha.âÂ
Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on youâhis omega, his mateâand the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherishâto fuck and to knot.Â
You were his to loveâyou were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.
Youâd never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you neededânot a toy or any alphaâs cock, but your mateâs. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it.Â
Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steveâs name, you couldnât feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steveâthe alpha next door.Â
The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. Heâd seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badlyâneeded to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible.Â
Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but youâd still heard the anxiousness in his tone and youâd guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steveâs beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment.Â
Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasnât simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything heâd said.
âWant you to breed me, alpha,â you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. âFill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!â You held Steveâs gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words.Â
You saw the moment Steveâs insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.
âDonât worry, âmega,â Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. âWeâre making a baby today.â
âYes, alpha,â you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed.Â
âGonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesnât take today, âm gonna fill you up until youâre overflowing with my comeâuntil your bellyâs bulging with it,â Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never wouldâve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steveâs sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, âMm, âs that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?â
You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alphaâs thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature whoâd only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt.Â
âYes, alpha,â you cried, your fingers clinging to Steveâs shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. âWant you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,â you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steveâs cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. âPlease, daddy, god, I need it, I need itâknot me, breed, me, Steve, please!âÂ
âBaby,â Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. âYouâre gonna get a pup, alright,â he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. âYouâre gonna pop out a kid for me and then Iâm gonna fill you right back up.â Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. âWanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milkâthe prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.âÂ
âSteve,â you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. âPlease, make me a mommy, alphaâwanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!â Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steveâs, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast.Â
Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release youâd felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mateâs cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.
As your body squeezed Steveâs cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, âmy mate,â you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.
For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each otherâs embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver.Â
Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steveâs cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasnât over just yet.Â
But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steveâs cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.
You felt Steveâs smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alphaâs cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips.Â
âFeeling better, âmega?â he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer.Â
Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didnât like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.
âI am, daddy,â you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldnât help but stroke his ego a little more. âNow that youâre here to take care of me.â
Steveâs eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. âGood,â he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot.Â
It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steveâs arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.
âGotta eat and hydrate, baby,â Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. âGood girl, âmega, doing so well for your alpha,â Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.
When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr.Â
âThank you, alpha,â you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steveâs hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him.Â
âDonât need to thank me,â he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. âYouâre my mate, âm gonna do everything I can to take care of youâand our kids.â He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness.Â
You smiled into Steveâs warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of himâthe scent of homeâbut his words made you remember something you should tell him.Â
âSteve, âm on birth control,â you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. âThought you should know.â You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.
The rumble of Steveâs purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. âFigured, âmega,â he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. âDoesnât mean âm gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if itâs a while before that happens.â
âMm,â you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. âAs long as itâs not a long while,â you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.
Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. âItâll be as long or as short as you want, baby,â he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. âIâd give you a pup today if I could.âÂ
You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alphaâs neck. You mightâve been exhausted, but it didnât stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, âI love you, Steve.âÂ
Steveâs purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, âI love you, too.â Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. âNow rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.â
You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steveâs knot. You never wouldâve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighborâand you never wouldâve expected heâd be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate.Â
But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life togetherâand you couldnât wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.
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⥠TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team
⥠FEM reader
Itâs been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, youâve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.
Youâve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyesâŚÂ food isnât exactly what they have in mind.Â
The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But heâs also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop.Â
He never listens to you, though â he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders â only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail â smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.
Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails â he canât help but laugh at the way it tickles him.Â
Itâs so painstakingly clear youâre not made to fight back, and itâs so adorable how you donât even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up.Â
It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. Itâs course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until itâs all swollen and throbbing for him â making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite â only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.
But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each otherâŚ
The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other â and you donât know whether itâs unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.
Youâd say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack â always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs donât get along.
The canines are a little scarier, you think. Theyâre rougher with you.
The wolf especially. Heâs older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter.Â
He doesnât take lightly to you talking back to him â acting as though heâs actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if itâs not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, heâll just growl at you â threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar â and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though heâs been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.
He's always extra rough when you reek of cat â as though itâs your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.
Itâs a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.
But the wolf is the worst. One time heâd gone so far as to piss on youâŚÂ
But he was later scolded by the owner â bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else heâd have to go sleep out in the doghouse. Heâd also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.
It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place â that next time you go talking to the owner, heâs going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.
You come to learn that heâs more bark than bite after a while.Â
When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And itâs when youâre burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.
He stops biting and starts sucking instead â laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn heâs a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face.Â
Heâs also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.
He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward.Â
You can only mew as he mounts you next.Â
His tempo is always a bit of a shock â a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when heâs had to wait for so long? Heâs a little younger than you â eager and desperate for it every single time.
Pounding you sharply â hard and fast with howls and heavy panting â even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.
He doesnât growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs â elated and frenzied â eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can â drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.
Itâs a relief he doesnât last as long as his bigger partner.
Heâll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells â lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude â looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that heâd been so feral.
The felines are less spastic.Â
But they also like to lick you â with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until theyâve made sure youâre coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.
But they get flirty, too⌠youâll know when they start kneading your softer parts â blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.
Theyâre the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese â including when they mate with you.Â
Theyâll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you â both so gently.
The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you â his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says itâs one of his favorite things about you â so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.
It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesnât like it when he grooms him.Â
The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.
When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue â whispering all depraved things that come to mind â loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.
Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more â kissing each side of your face, asking whether you wonât allow them both inside you at the same time â their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.
You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together â their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them.Â
They coo at you â telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that â as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And youâre too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.
After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling â sleeping â the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.
The bear is also a lazy fellow â a gentle giant. Something youâre grateful for â you donât think youâd survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.
Heâs the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements â all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.
Heâs satisfied with having you on his lap â cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isnât thinking about eating you.Â
He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut â telling you he likes seeing you eat â that itâs cute how you take such small bites â and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.
Sometimes heâll tell you to hop on his lap â his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly.Â
The size of it makes you pant.
Youâre glad heâs happy having you at the end of the day â after youâve been loosened up by the others. You fear heâd split you in two if otherwise.
The owner collects you before bedtime after everyoneâs had their share â clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom â crawling on all four like an actual animal. Youâll often collapse halfway there, but he doesnât mind scooping you up to carry you instead â always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated youâve become.
Thereâs always a bath waiting for you â a gift for being such a good little pet, he says.Â
It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands â rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.
Heâs always mumbling about human matters under his breath â money, business, estate â ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he wonât trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.
All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief â something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. Itâs communicated through all the other things he says anyway.
Heâs always whispering in your ear before bed â sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are â how youâre the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world â telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that youâre finally settling in â how youâve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.
It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but thereâs a familiarity with them â something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild.Â
With the owner, youâre reminded youâre a pet eating out of his palm â something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.
He doesnât fuck you with the same intent as the others do â thereâs no rut behind his cold movements. Itâs not mating or breeding. Itâs something else you canât put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.
Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat â something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you canât control yourself.
It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.
Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after youâve all but begged him to breed you.
⥠part 1
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Give me more platonic affection.
Give me omega timeline residents approaching Asgores because they give the best hugs.
Give me Ink, learning about physical affection by observing people, having Blue explain the different ways people hold hands. Him tackling Top and Aster to the ground trying to figure out how hugs go.
Give me Dream who only cries when someoneâs hugging him because itâs the only time he feels shielded enough to break.
Give me Nightmare and Error, who after years of working together, finally end their deals with a handshake.
Give me Blueberror whoâs off button is any kind of physical affection.
Give me Core Frisk, still a child, clinging to peopleâs hands, holding a larger hand in both of theirs.
Givr me Nightmare falling asleep on a movie night and the rest of the gang canât move because his tendrils lay on top of them like sleeping cats.
Give me Blue forcing his two semi-immortal friends into cuddle piles so they actually sleep for once.
Give me Fresh showing trust by letting people hold his head, so close to the eyesockets that hold his true form.
Give me Error and Geno readjusting to touch after the emptiness of their containments, telling the other that theyâre there by knocking knees.
Give me Frisks in the omega timeline offering a shoulder to lean on for Charas, or anyone who asks.
Give me Underfell where the skelebros curl up around eachother to watch the otherâs back, even in sleep.
Give me Outertales where handholding is common to make sure no one floats off into space.
Give me Gasters who use their many hands to give head pats to their sons/coworkers (Sans, Papyrus, and Alphys) as well as doing science work stuff.
Give me Nightmare who curls his tendrils on top of his subordinateâs heads like a strange pat on the back.
Give me Horror who will simply pick his teammates up and hold them like the wet cats they are.
Give me Cross whoâs so unused to any physical affection he freezes up, and Killer using this to his advantage by grabbing his hand to distract him from the cow nearby or to get him to stop training for a bit.
Give me Nightmare laying a tendril over Dreamâs shoulder to remind himself that his twin is there, and they arenât fighting anymore.
Give me Dusts that will curl up on top of people like a cat.
Give me Inks who give surprise hugs to his friends.
Give me Errors who wrap his strings around people to give them hugs.
Give me Horror Papyrus becoming the center of hug piles in Nightmareâs gang because the boys miss their brothers a lot, and heâs the closest theyâll get with the gangâs reputation.
Give me Killer, just met Nightmare, and the baby goop clings to him while they explore the multiverse.
Give me Ink and Error pulling eachother along by the scarfs.
Give me Dancetale where duo dances end with a hug (or high five if too sweaty for a hug)
Give me Fell Papyrus holding Fell Sansâs hand out and about, using the excuse of making sure Sans doesnât wander off when asked.
Give me post-truce spontaneous skeleton cuddle piles.
Give me Killer randomly tackling his teammates.
Give me Ink being so physically affectionate people think heâs flirting (heâs not).
Give me Papyrus calling Sans a cat while he curls up on his shoulder.
Give me Sans holding Genoâs hand carefully when things get a bit too much after his time of the Save Screen.
Give me careful fingers tracing the edges of Papyrusâs rarely-seen hands.
Give me Dust trying, and failing, to touch his Papyrus.
Give me Passive Nightmareâs ghost curling up around Dreamâs shoulders like a purple boa, hugging him around the neck when things get rough.
Give me the gang curling up on Nightmareâs tendrils when heâs not paying attention.
Give me Dream learning about the different meanings behind touch after he breaks out of stone.
Give me Gasterâs who are almost too scared to embrace Sans and Papyrus incase getting out of the void was a dream, and Papyrus accidentally sending him to the floor with his enthusiastic hug.
Give me Undyines randomly carrying their Alphys around.
Give me Frisks who press their forehead onto people (Sansâs back, Papyrusâs thigh, Toriel and Asgoreâs arm, Alphyâs side, Undyne hip) and lean on them.
Give me Frisks who randomly lean on people, almost falling over because Chara is a ghost and incapable of being my leaned on.
Give me Dust laying his head on Killerâs lap when Killer gets twitchy, because whatâs he gonna do, move Dust?
Give me Error whoâs glitching feels kinda like a massage, holding his hands to Nightmareâs back, Horrorâs skull, or Genoâs wherever when they get pain.
Give me Ink who uses hand holding like a recalibration test after he goes blank.
Give me hand holding and head pats and hugs and cuddle piles.
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