#au: modern verse

[ichorsveined]

a deep sigh , with only a hint of melodrama , " laenor says he's too old for this , " bronte attempts to @cursebrcken @disrcpairs @unbowcd , as if that would explain the organized chaos before her . slabs of perfectly baked gingerbread , piping bags of royal icing , a veritable treasure trove of candies . " so i suppose i'll be on my own this year , thinking about my son officially becoming a teenager , and drowning my sorrows in sugar " — she twirls a candy cane between fingers , plopping it into her mouth , hook out — " unless … you wanted help ? " eyebrows quirk playfully .

[retiredpeach]

In mood for couple crossovers 🕷

[ichorsveined]

initially  ,  skepticism  furrows  maika's  brow  as  she  meets  the  man's  gaze  .  she  wonders  ,  fleetingly  ,  if  this  is  some  sort  of  ploy  ;  for  what  she  couldn't  muster  just  yet  .  but  as  she  examines  the  keyring  more  thoroughly  ,  notes  the  logo  on  the  key  fob  that's  known  but  not  familiar  like  hers  ,  the  crease  between  her  eyebrows  smooths  out  .  it's  clear  as  day  —  he's  right  .  "  well  ,  that  explains  a  lot  .  "  could  she  already  be  losing  her  edge  without  training  ,  to  miss  such  an  obvious  detail  ?  as  requested  ,  she  holds  the  keys  (  his  keys  ,  aren't  they  )  out  in  her  palm  ,  "  they  aren't  even  the  same  brand  .  how  does  that  happen  ?  "  she  muses  aloud  with  an  indignant  huff  .

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"  i'm  afraid  our  keys  have  been  mixed  up.  "  dark  and  sullen  voice  approaches  individual  before  him.  there  was  nothing  more  annoying  than  uneducated  people  making  mistakes  where  he  was  involved.  he'd  somehow  been  swayed  by  his  sibling  to  come  to  this  resort  and  considering  he  was  no  allowed  by  melessa  to  bring  work  papers  the  eldest  florent  found  himself  in  an  uneasy  powerless  situation.  "  if  you  do  not  mind  handing  me  the  key  you  have  received  I  will  give  you  yours.  "

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Dreamin of You

Modern Dark Actor Aemond X (Non-Famous GF Reader)

Warnings below

Word Count: 3065

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Banners by @arcielee

Warnings:: Jealousy, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, Dubcon, insecurity, unprotected sex (p in v), oral sex (F receiving)

Based on THIS request

"Aemond! Over here!" You cringe at the noise, a man with a camera nearly screeching into your ear.

Aemond shields his eyes, trying to block out the flashing of the cameras as he tightens his arm around you, pulling you through the crowd.

It has been about a year since he got his big break. The leading man on a hit show that streams on Netflix. One of this year's biggest hits.

His life entirely changed nearly overnight, changing yours right along with it. You could no longer go out in public with him. You would be swarmed by cameras and people reaching out and grabbing at him. Women yelled out to him that they loved him.

Oh, how the women scream for him.

It doesn't surprise you. He is handsome and charming, not to mention tall, with a jawline that could cut diamonds.

Aemond used to be a quiet man. Hiding in the shadows. Shy and self-conscious. His disability made him bow out from most social situations unless you were there.

You had met Aemond back in primary school. Growing up beside him, you knew him better than anyone else. Or at least you used to.

The man standing beside you now, curling you up in his arm, is not the same man he was just one short year ago, and the realization hit you recently.

You had accompanied him to a photo shoot as you often do. Watching him flit about the place, shaking hands and charming them all with that beautiful smile. The two female models on set hanging on his every word. One being so forward as to brush her hand on his arm. Which he allowed.

Every day, you felt the pressure of his newfound fame start to squeeze into every facet of your life.

You had never been an insecure person. Never. Now you found yourself constantly comparing.

Aemond had been approached by models, a fellow actress, and even a pretty popular musician, and when you look at them and then at yourself, it's obvious that there is simply no comparison.

He is going to leave you or cheat on you at some point, which has you constantly on edge. You had been denying this, but what man wouldn't? What man would stay with his average before fame girlfriend when he could have a lingerie model? A pop star?

You know that he loves you and you love him too, but sometimes love is just not enough.

That's how you find yourself here. Standing in his living room, watching him update his Instagram after fighting your way through a sea of photographers.

Your stomach feels sick as you watch him, trying to build up the courage to say what has been bouncing around in your head for weeks.

"It's time," you whisper to yourself.

You clear your throat as you gently shake out your limbs. "Aemond? I....I need to talk to you."

"Course." He doesn't lift his head from his phone, no doubt jumping on every notification coming from his social media accounts.

"It's important"

He lifts his head and furrows his brow.

"Everything alright, love?" He turns his phone screen down toward his lap to show you that you have his full attention.

You open your mouth to speak and immediately the anxiety of what you're about to do hits you like a tidal wave. Am I doing this? Really doing this?

Aemond can sense the panic that is coursing through you and stands up and quickly walks to you, taking your hands.

"Don't be afraid, love, tell me what's going on," He squeezes gently. His tenderness makes this all so much more difficult.

"I think it's...... Aemond? I..... I'm leaving" the relief you feel at finally telling him is soothing, it's done. You've said it. No take backs.

"Leave?" Aemond grips his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as he turns his head from you. "Leave where? Go where? For what purpose?"

"Aemond..... I mean leave..... us. This" You turn your head in an effort to avoid that eye. You know you shouldn't look away. It's you who is doing this to the both of you. What right do you have to be sad?

The gentleness on his face is replaced with shock, and he turns his back to you, taking a few steps away. His silence is deafening, but you want to be fair. Give him a moment to process this.

"I... I just don't think we fit anymore, I'm so happy for you, Aemond. You're so talented, and all this that's happening to you? You deserve it, and i want you to have it." You recoil slightly at your own words. You've been thinking it for months, but saying it out loud, saying it to him. It's so painful. So final. "But, there's no room here for me anymore"

As you feel the all too familiar sting in your eyes, you watch his form turned away from you. You want him to look at you. Let you know that he understands that you don't want to hurt him. That this is what is best for both of you.

Instead, he chuckles, and you're hit with a wave of confusion before he turns around and stalks toward you. "Leaving? You think you're leaving me?" The smirk that creeps its way onto his face sends shivers down your spine.

He clicks his tongue as he reaches you, pulling you in tight against his chest.

"You don't get to leave." He coos. "No, my darling, you'll stay right here." he gently runs his fingers through your hair, the movement comforting and menacing.

The little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Who is this? This isn't the Aemond you know. Kind gentle, Aemond.

No, this person is someone else.

His lifts your face to him by your chin and kisses you gently. The way he moves between loving and domineering so seamlessly, it's as if there are two of him.

"You are mine little dove." He chuckles again as he looks down at you, the gleam in his eye, conveying a message that you are having trouble reading.

"Things have changed yes, we will figure out how to make you more comfortable, but one thing remains constant and that is you."

"You don't get to decide that." You wanted to say this with conviction but it comes out weak and feeble. You and Aemond have hardly ever fought and when you do, he wins every time.

Aemond sighs and smiles. "But I do. See i decide if we stay together. Me, and i have decided that we will. Now if there are things that we can work on to make you more comfortable I am happy to do that" He pushes his face into the crook of your neck as he whispers, " It's what's best for both of us"

You push him back, his arrogance finally pushing you over the edge.

"Who are you? Huh? This isn't you! This arrogant, entitled twat!" The dam that was holding back all of your frustrations fully bursts and you can't help yourself from offloading.

"You flirt with models right in front of me, you-"

"IT'S AN ACT!" He explodes, and you jump back, his voice unrecognizable.

"You think I want them? Those vapid cunts?" He grips your arm tight and shoves you down onto the sofa. The movement jarring.

"Don't shove me!" You move to get up but he leans down caging you in with his arms.

"When I sleep, I dream of you, when awake, I dream of you, when I do anything, I dream of you. There is not another for me, not in this lifetime or the next."

You push your body back on the sofa, trying to put a little distance between the two of you. He glares at you for a moment, lowering his arms from the sofa and bringing them to your shoulders.

"If you leave, I will find you, and I will drag you back to me" He slowly drops to his knees in front of you, sliding his arms down the length of your body in the process. "I'll always find you."

Your eyes widened slightly in fear. His love has always been expressed in gentleness, kind gestures, and soft caresses.

"What happened to being partners? Since when have you owned me as you seem to think?"

"I always have." He looks at you, not with malice, not with hubris, but with a look that tells you he takes this to be simple fact.

He pushes your skirt up, and begins trailing kisses up your thigh.

"Aemond.... we shouldn't. " His grip on your thigh tightens, but he doesn't stop. Your mind is telling you to push him away, stop him but your body is succumbing to his dangerous allure, like a lamb to the slaughter.

The closer he gets to your heat, the faster you lose your resolve. He's always had this effect on you. When he kisses you, touches you, loves on you, you all too quickly fall to your knees.

He slides his hand up your other thigh, slipping it under your skirt until he reaches your hip, gently squeezing at the flesh there.

You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa as he continues to lick and nip at your thigh. Every touch of his skin to yours sending currents of electricity through your veins.

"We're gonna be fine darlin" His voice is hynotizing. Just a moment ago you wanted to punch him in the face and now you are spreading your legs wider to give him enough room to fit his face between your thighs.

"That's a good girl, such a good girl" He moves his hand from your hip to your heat gently caressing you through the thin fabric of your thong.

"For someone who thinks we shouldn't be doing this you are very very wet" You feel the embarrasment rush to your cheeks but are unable to stop yourself from gently bucking your hips upward.

Aemond chuckles and clicks his tongue. "Is that was this was all about hmm? Have I been neglecting you sweet girl?" He moves your thong to the side and brings his finger to the wetness pooling there. "Hmmm seems I have, you poor poor thing" He mocks with fake sympathy.

You sigh as he grips your thighs dragging you to the edge of the sofa. pushing your skirt all the way up and exposing you to him.

"So fucking pretty" He leans forward and flicks the tip of his tongue on your pearl. Your leg twitches in response and he pulls his head back.

You groan at his teasing scooting your body closer to his face, as he starts to chuckle.

"Now, now sweet girl. I'm going to need you to admit, that you aren't going anywhere." He lightly scratches at the sensitive skin on your thigh with his thumbnail. You were supposed to break up and leave, This life with him was making you miserable. "Give me what I want, and I will return the favor" He again leans forward and flicks the very tip of your clit twice.

The teasing is starting to drive you to madness, you came into this room with conviction and a plan but it looks like you would leave this room with shame and satisfaction. "Fine! I'm not leaving, I'm not, I promise, I promise!" You feel a mix of discomfiture and arousal coursing through you but at this point you just don't care.

"Mmmmm" is the only sound he makes before again leaning forward and taking your engorged nerve into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

"Fuckkkk Aem" You bring your hand down and grip his head, pushing his head closer to you and he is more than happy to oblige.

He slides a long course finger into you while he continues to swallow at your pearl. The sensations have your legs shaking uncontrollably, and as if your hips have a mind of their own, they buck gently against Aemonds face as he gives you everything he knows you want.

His finger crooks inside you, rubbing at the pad inside, gently calling your orgasm to him.

"Oh fuck ahhh!" Your whole body stiffens as he quickens the pace of both his mouth and finger.

As you tumble forward into your peak, you squeeze your legs around his head, the blood rushing to your face heating up your entire body. Is this heaven, or have you been tricked into hell?

After you finish sitting dumbstruck on the sofa, Aemond wastes no time. He slides towards you on his knees, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You rest your exhausted head on his shoulder and wrap your legs around his hips. With just one arm he lifts you slightly off the couch and slowly rises to his feet, you feel the muscles in his chest and shoulders tighten as he lifts you and himself from the floor carrying you into the bedroom. His hard cock pressed against you.

"Have I got you all stupid for me, sweet girl?"

You make some incoherent noises as he gently drops you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.

"I love you" He breathes the words directly into your ear, the sadness in his voice not lost on you. He slots himself between your legs tightly gripping your thigh and pulling it up against him.

"You can't ever leave ok?" He roughly kisses you before you can respond while he pulls you closer by the thigh pushing himself up tight against your core. "Not ever".

Aemond ruts against you, still fully clothed. "Can't live without ya." His voice sounds strained like this is taking everything out of him. "Won't live without ya." His movements become more rough, more desperate.

He pulls back from you just long enough to get your panties off, disposing of his boxers and trousers in the process, before slotting himself back between your legs.

He slides an arm under your back, bringing his hand to the back of your neck, raising your face to his.

"All I want is you. All I've ever wanted is you." His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, a kiss that screams don't go.

He pushes himself against your entrance, begging to be let in. You lean back further parting your legs and he pushes forward slowly.

"Fuck, I love you, oh gods I love you" He moans as he fills you up. Once he reaches the hilt, he lies down on top of you, sliding both of his arms under your shoulders before he gently starts to move against you.

Your bodies are pressed together so tight. You can hardly tell there are two separate people here.

"I'll never let you go, I'll never let you go," he repeats this over and over as his speed increases, his voice changing from desperate to domineering.

He grips your shoulders tightly, holding your body in place as he ruts up into you. "Do you understand now? You can never leave. I love you. You're mine. " his thrusts are slowly getting harder, as the heat again builds up in your abdomen.

"Fucking mine. Always mine. Forever mine," he growls the words at you as he bites into your neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up." He bites into your shoulder, pushing himself as far into you as he can get, but pushing ever still. He can't be close enough to you. He can't be far enough inside. Everything feels like it's just not enough.

He pulls back from you, has his speed increases, and his rhythm falters.

"Cmon cum for me sweet girl" He licks his thumb and brings it to your nub pressing down harshly on the nerve, his movements furious.

You whine out, your legs trembling as you feel your lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, the feeling overwhelming but so good. "Aem." You whimper, "ohhh gods"

"No baby, it's just me." He watches in wonder as you reach your peak for a second time, arching your back and yelling out loud.

"That's good. That's a good girl. Fuck yes baby" His movements become sloppy and he grips your hips tightly as he chases his release. "Say you love me," he growls his hips smacking against your skin with a loud slap sound as you moan out riding out the top of your pleasure.

"Fucking say it" he grunts as he tries to hold back his climax, "Please baby say it." His face is contorted somewhere between pleasure and pain until you acquiesce.

"I love you." The words flow from your mouth so delicately, so naturally. There was never a question as to whether you loved him. The question is whether that love is enough.

Hearing the words from your tongue immediately sends Aemond into the climax he was fighting as he screams out like some kind of feral animal thrusting into you harshly as he rides out his high, collapsing onto your chest leaving himself sheathed inside.

"I love you too"

You wake up the next morning to the alarm on your phone going off and grumble, turning it off and rolling onto your side, looking at a sleeping Aemond. Feeling ashamed of yourself for giving into him last night.

As you slide out of the bed to get ready for work he reaches out and grips your wrist tight.

"Where are you going?" His eyes are still closed and his body hasn't moved the only thing alerting you to his consciousness being the hand tightly gripping your wrist, and his voice.

"To work?" You move again to get out of the bed thinking the matter settled.

"Oh, no we are sending your letter of resignation today" He opens his eyes and shifts in the bed stretching but not releasing your wrist.

"Aemond, i'm not quitting my job!" You can't believe he would even think that was an option. You love your job. Why would you quit? Why would he even want you to? You look towards him in utter confusion as he slightly tightens the grip on your wrist.

"You can't go. You might not come back." He yanks you back into the bed crawling on top of you.

"Like I said before. You're gonna stay right here"

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[ichorsveined]

bronte velaryon is typing …

[  📲  @unbowcd ]  :  urgent sos [ 📲 ??? ] : running  out  of  things  to  read .  at  this  point  i  may  have  to  jump  back  into  my  research . [  📲  ???  ]   :  any  recommendations  ?

[valtsv]

VAL twitch streamer au, courtesy of myself, @mx-information , @hungoverinjonestowm , @pinkelotjeart and @cyberneticflora

[ichorsveined]

she  knew  the  kitchen  would  be  her  destination  before  long  .  there  ,  the  presence  of  at  least  one  chef  (  perhaps  even  her  own  ) ,  is  expected  ,  but  her  fellow  guests  …  ?  not  so  much  .  as  eyes  land  on  antony  ,  she  schools  her  expression  ,  hopefully  quick  enough  for  him  not  to  notice  her surprise . perching herself  atop  opposite  side  of  the  impossibly - wide  island  counter  ,  she  focuses  in  on  both  man  and  baked  good  .  critical  ,  yes  ,  but  with  a  vein  of  curiosity  , "  i  know  it  can  be  daunting  to  work  in  a  new  arena  ,  so  i  can  come  back  later  if  you  have  performance  anxiety  .  "  a  quarter  of  a joke , if she must  quantify  it  , is  all  the  olympian  can  muster  . it is a promise , though , despite apparently settling into the space , "  are  they  worth  getting  in  trouble  with  my  coach  ?  she's  already  miffed  about  the  extended  holiday  .  "  as  is  maika  ,  in  a  way  .

Antony Arryn * open (0/3) Location: large  kitchens

The kitchens were the first place he'd wander into, half expecting a feast to already been laid out to pick and nibble from. He was pleasantly surprised to see it wasn't so, and with the fridges stocked with enough to make a decent meal, well, he may have lost track of time. Fingers kneading into the dough with its routine already kicking in, he seemed well at home. He registers when company comes in, nodding his head in greeting. " I've only ever had to do this back home, y'know. " Flour is sprinkled on the rising dough, half content at the situation at hand. " Alaric can't cook for shit, and neither do any of the others if they try and say otherwise. " Finger points to the person for added effect. " And that's how I found out I make a mean cinnamon bun. And that's just a god-given fact. "

[cyanidedrinkers]

Omega!Ghost fic?? Maybe??

Concept: Omega!Ghost who worked his ass off to get to his rank Omega!Ghost who refused to be a 'pack Omega' Omega!Ghost who clawed at his scent glands so much his scent is disturbing to others and almost sickening. He finds it hard to keep it under control and has to wear blockers just to keep others from having panic attacks or vomiting when around him. Omega!Ghost who got the name 'Ghost' from how pale people turned when around him. "It's almost as if they've seen a ghost" Alpha!Soap who finds Ghosts scent pleasant and comforting. Alpha!Gaz who's been trying to get close to Ghost and get him to open up since he joined the 141 only to be pushed away and snapped at. Alpha!Price who is the only one that can get close enough to Ghost without being yelled at. Omega!Ghost who has to wear a collar to keep his instincts intact. Due to his damaged scent glands he has to wear a collar made for Feral!Omega's so he doesnt attack anyone he smells. 141 not realizing that Ghost doesnt have a scent gland, or at least a very damaged one, and assumes Ghost just covers his scent up very well. Omega!Ghost being used as a weapon since Roba and who's gotten so used to just being used as a killing machine he's forgotten what it's like to be loved and cared for. The 141 who needs Ghost. It kills them all how distant their Omega is but they respect it and find ways around their brains screaming at them to protect and coddle him. Omega!Ghost who doesnt realize that he needs the others intel it's to late and they've all given up on trying to bond with him. Omega!Ghost who steals things with their scents on it to keep himself company as he nests during heat. Omega!Ghost who watches as the others try to find another Omega to bond too and just cries silently behind his balaclava. Who desperately wants to let them know. Omega!Ghost Simon Riley who wants to scent each and everyone of them. Omega!Ghost who refuses to co-operate with any new Omega they bring in to replace him so they all just leave 141 getting upset with Ghost every single time Simon Riley who, After a fight with the others, Rips off his collar and locks himself in his room. His scent, Pouring out the doors making everyone sick. Simon Riley, Who when found is bloody and crying. His attempt to rip out his scent gland for the second time failing leaving him a cold and bloody mess on his bathroom floor. Omega!Ghost who ends up getting his Scent glands fixed finally realizing how much he needs his pack and, Slowly, Scenting each one of them. Domestic 141 who have long since retired watching as their little pups run around and play fight with each other.

Is this a yay or a nah in the A/B/O COD community??

[buck1eys]

hmmm something something terribly run cafe/bar where the hobbits get summer jobs. aragorn is the bartender who quicky learns not to let pippin anywhere near the cocktail shakers. merry and frodo get drafted into the bitter (not really) rivalry between the gimli the line cook and legolas the head waiter. sam shocks all his friends by quietly becoming the mvp baker and getting a full time job at the end of the summer. the owner is this really weird old guy who shows up once a fortnight with other old duds with beards. merry and pippin are convinced they smoke weed in the bathroom, but it's fine because he throws THE BEST staff party

[xxbimboboyxx]

Wooooooooo spiderman au pt2 :D azula edition, she dresses the same spiderman or not so i ddint make a second drawing

[ichorsveined]

nothing  raises  their  alarm  when  they  first  walk  back  into  the  kitchen  .  no  ,  only  a  voice  makes  their  fear  (  dread  ,  even  ?  )  spike  .  once close enough , gaze  shifts  from  muffin  tin  to  dalton  and  back  again  .  twelve  mini  muffins  ,  reduced  to  a  measly  six  .  they  blink  once  ,  slowly  ,  "  dalton  greyjoy  ,  you  rapscallion  ,  you  salty  sea  dog  .  how  could  you  do  this  .  "  monotone  ,  a  facsimile  of  calm  .  "  those  were  for  my  sister  .  "  with her index finger , she  pulls  the  tin  out  of  his  reach  ,  arms  folding  over  her  chest  ,  "  are  you  ready  to  tell  her  she  has  to  wait  another  hour  for  her  favorite  muffins  ?  "  why  does  it  feel  like  she's  talking  to  laenor  ?

CLOSED STARTER ✦ @ichorsveined , @disrcpairs , @sacrificeds location: the kitchens

activities were enough to satiate the need for distractions. take his mind off what he promised he would leave back home. perhaps a little too much because the hunger growls, clawing its way from his stomach. on the counter, what unfortunate fate came to the muffins — enticing, scrumptious, and definitely not dalton greyjoy's fruit of labor. ❝ fuck, were these yours ? ❞ negotiations were his thing, and he liked to think he can talk his way out of any trouble he'd gotten himself into. like he always does.

[waywardsou2]

Kinktober 2024: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Based on this post

Ngl this is very self indulgent and I will not be apologising for it. The scene with Soap walking in...the way it was in my head was delicious

Characters / Ships | Simon "Ghost" Riley X John "Soap" Mactavish X Male Reader

Summary | Being a male Omega in America is the worst of worst luck. Your doctor had agreed to fake the form when you were diagnosed at 11. But forgetting to take your suppressants can lead to a disaster. Or maybe a night to remember

Word Count | 4.1k+

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, scenting, double penetration, cussing, mentions of rape, dub con (if you squint), face fucking, slick, knotting

The mission had gone south. So far south that you had passed fucking geese on their way to migrate for the winter.

Two missed marks, false Intel and on-top of that a fucking snow storm had rolled in out of no where forcing the three of you to haul up in the closest building that still had its roof and walls.

That was your only grace here. That and the fact that Ghost was a walking heater. Somehow still radiating enough warmth to keep both you and Soap warm even though there was nothing to keep the chill from the storm out of this abandoned house.

The house was suitable enough. Four walls, a roof and the glass still in the windows.

All and all it could be worse.

And then it was. It got fucking worse.

Feigning needing to pee you walk away to the bathroom and lock the door. Quickly stripping off your gear as you felt something coating the inside of your boxers.

Shit

Shit shit shit

For all of your life you had been on suppressants to hide the fact that you were an Omega. Most people assumed you were a Beta and that was fine with you. They had thought that since your secondary sex characteristics started to show. But a year later they developed full and one trip to the doctors made your life come tumbling down.

In American society Omega's weren't good for anything other than being cock whores and pup bearers.

Thank fuck the doctor was reliable and had offered to fake the tests and prescribe your monthly prescription of suppressants.

After that you finished school and fresh out of highschool you enlisted to the military. Having lived with suppressants all your life you never had the face the challenges of being an Omega. Never been smelt on the streets or attacked in your own home. Everyone believes you were a Beta. And thought it was looked down upon for a man like yourself to be a Beta rather than an alpha at least you weren't an Omega. Or at least everyone believed so.

Price was the only one who knew. Since he was in-charge of what could and couldn't be delivered to the barracks and he made sure to scoop up your bi weekly delivery of suppressants and hand them to you under the table like a cover drug dealing.

Which technically it was.

You were thankful for Price.

But of course today was the day when your suppressants would start wearing off and you needed to take another dose. And instead you were a whole ocean away from getting what you needed and with a snow storm to boot. Keeping you trapped inside this house with two Alpha's.

You were so fucked

In every sense of the word

Simon and Johnny had been closest to you in the barracks despite being your Sargent and Lieutenant. The only guys who could put up with your attitude like it was a full time job. You and Johnny were the only ones who laughed at Simon's joke and only you and Simon were privy to Johnny's idle flirting. To anyone on the outside you three might've looked like a poly couple. But you were mostly happy with just being friends.

Mostly.

You'd never told either of them but you definitely had the biggest crushes on them when you first joined the military. However you never mentioned it to them because they seemed so warped around each other's fingers you didn't want to get in their way.

But right now you didn't know what to do. You didn't think leaving this room was a good idea with your heat building after years of never reaching the surface thanks to the suppressants and the puddle of slick coating the inside of your boxers and legs.

You had nothing to stop your heat and no way to cool yourself down. You could feel a sweat slowly building under your skin and a warmth in your stomach and solar plexus that was growing despite the cold. And snow wouldn't help at all you would just get hypothermia.

Fuck

"Aye lad, is everythin' aight in there?" Soaps voice called from the main room they had "set up camp" in

"Y-Yeah" you called back. You looked around and through some cupboards before you found some spare toilet paper and tried to clear up the mess in your pants but the slick in your heat was still seeping down your legs.

Sighing and smacking yourself in the head for being such an idiot you pull up your pants and buckle them as tight as you can.

Yeah as if that'll help dumbass

You open the door and hope that the Alpha's can't smell you.

You join them back in what you thought used to be a living room and sit on the dusty couch. Keeping your legs firmly crossed.

But after a while even to your nose the sent in the air was growing heavier by the second and you were starting to feel dizzy. Your body was clammy with sweat soaking your undershirt and the heat in your stomach becoming almost unbearable.

It hurt but in a good way and you couldn't think about that. Instead you watched your friends. Ghost was scoping the surroundings, not that you believed he could actually see anything useful and Soap was counting their rations to try and see how long they could survive given a worst case scenario.

You fucking hated Russia. Fuck Russia and it's stupid weather and bad Intel and bad timing.

After an hour of silence it was clear that you couldn't hide your situation anymore though you desperately tried to ignore all the signs. You watched as Soap counted the rations, he paused momentarily and you heard him take a deep breath in. Freeze and then continue calculating.

You knew that he knew you were watching him. And you knew he could smell you. His Alpha nose being attuned to the scent of an Omega in heat. The primal side of him recognises the scent of a potential mate and pup bearer.

Ghost on the other hand had gone rigid. His head no longer moving to try and see anything from a new angle out the window. You couldn't see from here but you didn't been think his eyes were moving anymore either.

Eventually he turned around. Addressing you by your rank.

Fuck

He never did that unless you were around other people. Or in deep shit. Which was often

"Private...I think there might be somethin you need to tell us"

Soap paused again, this time he looked up. He was also very rigid.

"Do I really have to say it?" You ask stubbornly as you put your hands over your stomach to cover it.

"No. Ya don't"

You sighed heavily as another warmer wave of heat washed over you.

"How come ya never told us?" Soap asked

"Johnny do you really think I would let slip to anyone in the barracks that I was secretly an Omega? I would get kicked out of the military. Or worse raped"

"Aye, that's true" he began packing away the rations before standing up

"We have about 5 days worth of rations if we stretch it. Hopefully the storm won't last that long"

Ghost looked at Soap

"Are you changing the subject?" Ghost said flatly

Soap made a face somewhere between a coy smile and a grimace

Ghost rolled his eyes inside his mask.

"How long since your last heat. I wouldn't ask, you know that. But given the situation..."

He didn't finished his sentence. It had occurred to him now what deep shit you were in. Two Alpha's with an Omega who had a lifetimes worth of heat built up in his system all trapped in a confined space. This was bound to get nasty.

"Well, I've been on suppressants since I was categorised. The doctor faked my-"

Ghost cut you off "I didn't ask for your life story. I asked for a date"

Ghost was being harsher than he was with you usually. It put you off, but you could understand why. All of you could get in deep trouble for this. Not just between each other but with higher up in command too.

"Never. I've never had one"

Ghost ran a hand over his face and turned away. A muffled 'oh for fuck sake' coming from his direction.

Generally Omega's only had sex or mated during heat. And he knew for a fact you didn't make a habit of sleeping around. If at all. The Alpha inside him reared its head at that knowledge. You were an Omega, a virgin Omega. On your first heat within walking distance of him.

He swallowed hard.

"Well we need to figure out what to do because this-" he pointed to the tree of you "-isn't going to work"

"Why not?" Soap cut in "We aren't some dickheads wandering the street waiting for an Omega to slip up. He's our friend we aren't going to do that. We are literally trained for self control Simon"

Ghost sighed again, more frustrated than anything

"I know you'd like to believe that Johnny but when has that ever happened in history? That's not how this works"

Soap swallowed. He was always good natured when it came to those he cared about and he always liked to believe best. Just because he was one of the biggest gentlemen in the barracks doesn't mean he wasn't without the influence of his primal urges. Evolution deemed it that there wasn't any other way.

Ghost walked past you and grabbed Soap by the arm. Whisking him out of the room to talk to him privately.

In the mean time another wave of heat hit and you couldn't take it anymore. You had sat there listening to the two of them while you felt your pants get soaked and waves of heat rolled through your body. It was unbearable.

You stripped yourself of your gear and under armour. Hoping that was enough but another wave of heat hit and it still wasn't enough. You took off your shirt and your boots. Trying to give your body some room to cool down but nothing worked. You were like the core of a nuclear reactor.

You heard Soap and Ghost talking heatedly in the next room over and it was enough to make your inner Omega whine. The sound of two Alpha's so close but still out of reach.

You hated how clingy and whiney you felt. You'd never dealt with the full extent of a heat. Merely a suppressed one. Mood swings, high libido and a day of hot flushes. But nothing more. This was nothing like that. This was a full blown heat. Like the stuff you read about in the pamphlets your doctor had given you.

You took a deep sniff of the air like you were taking a drag of a blunt. Clinging to it as if I was hanging in the air like fog. The smell of two Alpha's who were very very horny. The scent of want and need permeating the air.

You unbuckled your belt. All inhibitions gone.

The faint scent of two alphas.Your Alpha's. Was enough to kick start your heat fully.

You strip off your pants to find that your boxers are completely soaked all the way through. Your slick dripping through to your jeans.

You scoop up some of the slick and smell it. The intrigue getting the better of you. That's when you hear a thunk from the next room. Part of you is terrified. But that part is oh so small compared to the feelings of arousal you have thinking about your two Alpha's.

Simon walks through the door first. Seeing your completely naked, legs open with your hand in your heat touching the slick that is seeping into the couch beneath you.

As sweat trickled over your body you watched a Simon pulled off his mask and seemed to stand frozen. Fighting himself in front of you.

"Tell me to go and I will. I'll shoot myself in the foot in the other room" he says it strained. The look in his eyes filled with fire.

Your Omega reaches out for Simon. To have him help you and relieve you of the pain in your stomach. To fill you up so good. You trust him, and you know he can't help it.

This isn't the way you would have gone about this but you didn't have a choice. To you he isn't taking advantage of you though you don't have the words to say that right now. You don't have the words to tell him how much you've wanted this.

So you call his name. The word slips from your mouth in a low whine.

And he's rushing to you. Stripping himself of his gear and off his clothing in the split second it takes him to get to you.

He's on you in moments pressing his lips to your mouth and pulling your body towards his half undressed one. With his free hand he is still trying to take off the rest of his clothes. You help him out by unbuckling his pants and he takes his hand off your body to strip them off.

He's back on you again and you can feel his own heat radiating off of him. Not his natural human heater heat. This is heat from Alpha arousal.

He grinds his hips into yours desperately and tugs at your legs pulling them apart. The two of you accidentally slip off the couch but you don't stop your frantic gripping and kissing of each other.

Simon pulls away from you to to bend you over in front of him. Your knees creaking on the floor boards as you use your hands to steady yourself not to go crashing face first into the ground. Simon crouched behind you to get a full view of your heat and groans as he takes in what he sees.

"Fuck you're a Prime"

What? You hadn't ever heard that terminology used in regards to Omega's

"What?" You gasp, need still lacing your voice as you try and push back again Simon's body.

Briefly he tries to explain "God. You're a Prime. It means you don't have two holes like most Omega's. Even most male omegas have two. But all your reproductive organs are connected to the one. God damn it.

He watched as your ass leaked with shiny slick and he didn't hesitate before he stuck his fingers inside of you. They slipped too easily past the ring of muscles with how much slick had already coated your insides.

You moan at the sudden intrusion but it is so welcome. Finally some fucking action

Simon pulls his fingers in and out, a dirty squelching sound coming from your hole. Simon pulls out his fingers now covered in slick and licks them clean before shoving them back in again. All four at once.

You cry out again at the larger intrusion but you can't help but press back further into Simon. God he could work with his hands. And from watching him clean his gun you could only imagine what he looked like knuckle deep inside of you.

He pulled his fingers out again roughly and sucked them off one by one. Lapping up the slick.

"God I can't wait to fuck you. Fill you up so good little Omega"

It was then that you realised a few things.

One, whatever version of Simon you knew as Lieutenant Ghost was gone. Replaced with this inhabited, almost feral Alpha with little self control

Two, you were such a whore for Simon's dirty talk.

You felt as he pressed his cock to your hole before you were overtaken with sharp pain. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you up. Your back resting against his chest as held you by the hips over his cock.

"How much" you asked breathlessly. Not being able to help how needy and horny you are for him

"Eight inches" he whispers before sliding the head of his cock inside of your ass.

You can't see it from here but you can only imagine what you look like. You moan at how much Simon is already stretching your hole and whimper at the sensation.

You beg, you beg for more and you whine and you call Simon's name.

He growls as he grips onto your hips tighter and pushes your tight hole over his cock. Sheathing it inside of your slicked heat.

You cry out again. His cock rubbing up against your insides. The tip kissing your prostate making you wriggle around for some friction.

Simon begins bucking his hips up into you. At the same time he pulls you up by the hips. His strong grip digging bruises into the flesh.

You whine at the friction and the lack of fulfilment as he pulls out only to moan again when he slides you back down and begins to pick up a comfortable rhythm. One that has your legs shaking as your toes curl by his thighs.

His thighs were huge sitting like this. Your whole body fits comfortably on his legs and the idea of his thighs pinning you down makes your squirm even more.

Through the squelching sound your combined moans you hear a muffled fuck come from the room Soap was still in. And soon in the same fashion Simon had burst through the door Johnny was following suit. Already abandoning his clothes. His belt buckle undone.

He couldn't help himself could he, the sound of your moans and Simon's dirty talk was enough to make his own cock harden and leak pre-come.

"Fuck it" he growled as he finally stripped himself entirely of his shirt and pants. He got down on his knees pressing his mouth to yours. Swallowing an on coming moan.

His tongue is instantly inside your mouth. The wet flesh invading your mouth, you welcome the feeling of his mouth on yours.

"God did kissing people always feel this good" he mumbled into your mouth.

"Just wait until you see what they are packing down stairs. This little Omega is a Prime" Simon says into your ear. Close enough so Johnny could hear it

"You have a little fantasy about Primes don't you Johnny" Simon teased

You felt Johnny's face warm up against your own and he pulls away momentarily. You see him blush.

"Si seriously?" but Simon simply chuckles.

You moan and take one of your hands off of Simons to hold onto Johnny as Simon rams into your prostate

But you aren't done. You aren't full enough yet. Desperately you look at Johnny

"Johnny fuck my face. I know you want to. Just- Jesus fuck~ Please" tears threaten to sting your eyes from the heighten emotions that were consuming you.

Johnny stops for a moment. An almost innocent look on his face before it dissolves and that same fire Simon had in his eyes, you could now see in Johnny's.

He stands up in front of you and strokes his cock a few times. You hold your mouth open, desperately, expectantly.

And Johnny puts his cock on your tongue before pushing it inside. You moan heavily and relax your jaw allowing him more room to push inside. He does and then pulls out again pushing back in and adding a few more inches.

You don't have ruler on your tongue but you guess Johnny has to be at least 6 inches.

He pushes in and out and begins to speed up to Simon's rapid pace.

The two of them ruin your holes and you moan around Johnny's cock. Sending shivers up his spine as you do so.

If you could you would be calling their names but you are too busy sucking off Johnny to do that.

God this is more than you ever wanted. Maybe not in this circumstance but in your dreams you had seen this moment. Hopped that maybe one day you would trust yourself enough to tell your best friends how you felt. And tell them about the biggest secret a person could possibly have.

And yeah it wasn't a romantic like you had daydreamed about. But this was probably the second best outcome. Being filled by your two Alpha friends.

The three of you felt your climaxes coming to a head and you moaned harder at the idea of being knotted by your alphas. Being knotted for the very first time.

Your ass clenched around Simon at the thought. Trying to hold him inside of you preemptively despite the slick.

Simon moaned in your ear and whispered "So needy. Ain't ya. Such a needy little male Omega"

Johnny threw his head back and you tried to look at him. You could feel in your mouth his knot starting to expand and you moved your hands to grip into his thighs as he continued to thrust.

As the knot built you could feel Simon attempt to pull out but you dug your nails into his thighs. He looked down at you and with the most minute movement you shook you head silently begging him not to pull out. That you could take it. You wanted to.

Knotting someone's mouth wasn't necessarily advisable but damn did you want it. So, you tugged Johnny forward as you felt Simon's rhythm become messy. He was close too.

Johnny popped first. Your begging eyes pulling his climax out of him as his knot swelled inside of your mouth as he tried to pull out and could past your jaw. He orgasmed, the cum hitting the back of your throat. You sucked, swallowing every drop wanting his cum inside of you so desperately.

Simon came next. His knot catching at your tight of muscles and you moaned feeling the size of it plug your ass as he filled you up with cum. Both of their knots release inside of you. Their size filling you up from both ends.

You came as well you dick spurting white cum over your stomach and legs in between you and Johnny

You moan as your eyes roll back in your head feeling Simon's cum coat the inside of your stomach. Or technically your womb.

After what felt like an eternity the two of them stopped cumming as their knots deflated. And gently the pulled out of you.

Your ass leaked with cum and slick and your mouth was bruised. Lips swelling slightly from how hard Johnny had been thrusting.

Since this was your first heat you assumed it would only last for 2 or 3 days. But that was still a long time especially if you were going to be snowed in.

Johnny walked away only to come back a few seconds later with that spare toilet paper you had found earlier and gently cleaned off your face and the rest of your body. Simon held you tightly not wanting to let go of you. The possessiveness still over taking him.

He butted his head into your back and you asked him what was wrong

"I wanna scent ya real bad"

Johnny hummed in agreement as he continued to clear you off to the best of his ability. Once he done a thorough job he chucked the ruined toilet paper in the tipped over bin.

Thinking it might be time to let your true intentions come out you place a hand on the one Simon was using to hold you against him and you extended one to Johnny.

"I'm sorry it happened like this. But I think my Omega finally gave out when my heat hit and the two of you were more of a catalyst than you realised. I've liked you guys for ages. I just assumed you two were an item, so I never said anythingz. I- I want you two to be my mates. If you'll have me "

Johnny took your hand and held it up to his face. A light vibration coming from him as he purred at the genuine affection.

"Are you fuckin' purin' Johnny"

"Piss off" he chuckled back

Johnny took your confession of love as the ascent to rub the scent gland on your wrist to the one on his neck. Gently kissing the tops of your fingers in the process.

Simon did the same. Taking your hand and holding it in his. Rubbing your scent glands together.

All in all. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all

Tbh I'm considering making this a part two. What do you guys think? I might make it a standalone fic on my AO3 as well

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 16: Sparring

Pairings: Poly141xOC

Warnings: Military inaccuracies, fighting (sparring)

A/N: This was meant to be the Soap date chapter but I got a little lost, so the next chapter will be the Soap date

The next morning Aurora rises to her usual alarm and dresses in a pair of sports leggings, a military t-shirt that she cut into a tight-fitting cropps tank top, and a gray hoodie. She throws her hair in a ponytail and glances at her phone as she hears it ding,

Soap: It’s my day today Bonnie, me, and the lads have a small training session after breakfast, sparring, then I’m all yours. You’re welcome to come watch, see me beat up Gaz, get that Omega blood flowing ;)

Aurora laughs as she shakes her head at him while lacing up her sneakers. She sticks her phone in her pocket and heads to the mess. She sees all the boys already there as she sits down with her tray and begins eating. She watches as Ghost sniffs before looking at her, an eyebrow raised under his mask. Aurora sniffs herself realizing she still reeks of Johnny and Kyle after yesterday’s activities, causing a blush to grace her cheeks. John smirks into his coffee as Kyle and Johnny share a triumphant smile between the two of them.

“Are you going to come to watch us practice this morning Bonnie?” Johnny asks and Aurora smiles as she nods. “I might as well, but watch it, I might jump in and take you down,” she says playfully and Johnny lets out a small groan. “Don't threaten me with a good time Lass.” He says as Aurora shakes her head with a laugh. John nods as he looks at Aurora. “It might be good for you to jump in, I’ve seen your files, and you're quick. Show these men it's not all about brute force.” He says playfully and Aurora’s inner Omega preens at the vote of confidence from the pack Alpha.

The group finishes eating and heads off towards the training gym. As they walk Kyle throws an arm over Aurora’s shoulder. “You have two days until your heat? Have you thought about the whole losing your virginity thing more?” Kyle says quietly, causing Aurora to squeak with embarrassment. “Kyle!” She says as she reaches over and swats the back of his head causing him to let out a small laugh. “I’m just saying if you do. I would ask whoever you want your Alpha to end up being. It would probably make it a lot easier.” He says as he shrugs. “My money is on Ghost. I think you two have the most chemistry and the way you react to each other is pretty telling of a natural Alpha and Omega relationship.” He says as Aurora nods. “That makes sense, but I don’t know. I need to figure it out soon. “She sighs as they walk into the gym.

Aurora stands with the guys as John gathers them to discuss their training session for the day. After a moment he smiles as he grabs Aurora’s shoulder. “Why don’t you pair with Kyle? I think that would be good for you, let him see how a smaller opponent works.” He smiles before leaning down to whisper. “Knock him on his ass for me sweetheart. I think he could use being taken down a few pegs.” He says as Aurora smiles and nods. Aurora strips off her hoodie and she hears a small groan from Kyle and Johnny. She and Kyle head to the mat as John explains that the winner is whoever pins the other one on the mat first. Aurora nods as she closes her eyes for a moment, stepping into the role of not just Aurora but Feral, her callsign, her namesake, what makes her truly formidable on the field. When she opens her eyes her posture is more sure, her eyes a little sharper, it is obvious the girl standing on the mat isn't the meek Omega they’ve been seeing, but it is truly Feral.

“Come on, Aurora,” Kyle says, his voice deep and teasing. “You sure you want to do this?” Aurora tilts her head, her eyes narrowing mischievously. “What? You afraid you’ll lose to a little Omega?”Kyle chuckles, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “Afraid? Me? Never. But you might want to rethink this. I’m a bit bigger than you.”He smirks. “ I know,” she says, her voice light, but there is something in her gaze that suggests she had more than just size on her mind. “That’s why I’m going to have to outsmart you.”

Kyle laughs again, his confidence growing. “Good luck with that, princess. I’ll be nice and gentle, promise.” He says with a smile. “Oh, I’m not worried,” she says, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a cocky smile. “Let’s just see how gentle you are when I win.” Without another word, Kyle lungs forward, his big arms reaching for her, but Aurora is quick on her feet. She dances to the side, agile and fast, making him miss her by a hair. She flashes him a playful smirk before darting behind him. Kyle blinks, then spins around, but it is too late. Aurora had already dropped to the ground, sliding between his legs, and before he knew it, she had a firm grip on his ankles. With a swift tug, she yanks him off balance, sending him stumbling.

“Whoa, hey!” Kyle grunts, his balance teetering as he crashes to his knees. He catches himself before he completely falls, but the smirk has faded from his face as Aurora grins up at him. “I thought you were bigger and stronger?” she teases, hands on her hips. He glares playfully at her as he pushes himself back up. “You got lucky. I’ll get you this time, don’t worry.” Kyle takes a step toward her, but this time Aurora doesn’t move. Instead, she tilts her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re gonna have to do better than that.”She says with a smirk.

Before he can react, Aurora shoots forward, but this time she doesn’t go for his legs. Instead, she slips behind him and gives a light shove to his back. Kyle stumbles forward, off-balance, but just as he is about to recover, Aurora darts around him again, faster than before. She has him on the ropes, and she knows it. Kyle turns, trying to grab her, but she is already a step ahead, ducking under his arm and darting behind him again. This time, she catches his wrist with a swift movement, tugging his arm behind his back. “Hey! That’s cheating!” Kyle almost whines though he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“Cheating?” Aurora’s voice is low, teasing, as she leans in close, her breath warm against his ear. “I thought you like a little challenge.” She has to fight to keep her Omega self at bay, his smell enticing to her as it darkens with arousal as their fight continues. He shivers involuntarily, but instead of pulling away, he leans in slightly, his voice rougher now. “You think you can just outsmart me like this?” He says, his voice a small growl. Aurora’s fingers dig gently into the back of his hand, her grip firm, but not painful. “I don’t think so, Kyle. I know it.”

He grunts and tries to twist his wrist free, but her hold is solid. She is relentless, using his size against him. And, god, she was making this way too fun. "What's the matter, big guy? You seem to be losing," she teases, giving his hand a little tug, forcing his arm higher behind his back. Kyle growls playfully. "I'm just... letting you think you're winning." Aurora's grin widens, and she gives his wrist another nudge, forcing him to lean forward just a bit more. She could feel the heat of his body against hers now, and her pulse quickened, a mixture of victory and arousal bubbling up inside her. She faintly registers both of their scents changing in the small room.

"And what exactly am I supposed to think you're doing, huh?" she whispers, her voice suddenly lower, closer to his ear. Kyle's breathing hitches slightly, his voice rougher now, filled with a mixture of challenge and admiration. "You think you're gonna pin me down like this, huh? What's next, princess? Gonna take me down with those little hands of yours?" Kyle says playfully. Aurora smirks, enjoying the way he was starting to lose his cool. She gave his wrist a playful squeeze, making him flinch. "Maybe I am," she murmurs, her lips brushing against the side of his neck, so close to his scent gland that Kyle lets out a small whimper. "You're not exactly fighting very hard.” She says before leaning to whisper in his ear, “But I bet I know what is hard.” A small giggle escapes her as he releases an exasperated growl.

He curses under his breath, his chest tightening with a mix of frustration and something much less easy to label. "You... you're gonna pay for this," he growls, though his tone lacks the usual confidence. But Aurora wasn’t backing down. She leans in just a little more, and with a quick flick of her wrist, she uses his momentum to push him forward. Kyle stumbles, his hands landing on the mat in front of him, and Aurora drops onto his back, securing him in a playful, triumphant hold. And just like that, she had him pinned. Her smaller frame was comfortably seated on top of him, her hands still holding his wrists above his head. He was caught, and his pride thoroughly shattered.

Aurora let out a soft laugh, her face hovering inches above his. Scent gland. “See? I told you I’d win.” Kyle groans beneath her, his breath quick and shallow. “Alright, alright. You win,” he admits, though there was a sparkle in his eye. “But next time… I’ll be the one calling the shots.” Aurora leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear once more. “You can try,” she whispers, her tone playful but full of challenge. Kyle’s breath hitches, and for a moment, the teasing turns into something heavier, more charged. The two stare at each other before John clears his throat. “I think that makes Aurora the winner.” He calls out and Aurora jumps up, as if remembering they had an audience. Aurora smiles as she walks over to Johnny who is exclaiming excitedly over what he witnessed.

“The wee little Omega took you down that easily there Gaz?” Johnny’s playful voice calls out. “She’s faster than she looks, McTavish! I’d like to see you try.” Kyle grumbles as Johnny smirks, looking Aurora up and down. “ I think I can take the wee Lass. What do you say, Bonnie?” Johnny’s voice calls out, a smirk on his lips as Aurora looks over at John for approval. John gives a small nod, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at her. He knew Aurora could handle Kyle and Johnny, he had no doubt in his mind. Aurora smiles as she heads to join Johnny who had already walked to the mat.

Johnny stood in the center of the mat, grinning as he sized up his opponent. Aurora’s muscles were taut and her body fluid with readiness. She stood a few feet away, hands already raised in a mock defensive stance. The difference in their sizes was obvious, Johnny was tall, broad-shoulders, and solid, a towering presence compared to Aurora's compact frame, but she was nimble, quick, and full of energy.

"Ready to get taken down?" Aurora teases, bouncing on her toes. Her grin was mischievous, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. Johnny chuckles, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. "Oh, I’m not worried Bonnie. You should be more concerned about your ankles, though. You know how easily I can trip you up, right?" He smirks. Aurora shot him a playful glare. "You wish. Just try to catch me, big guy."

The match began with a rush. Johnny lunges, his reach making it seem like he’d have no trouble cornering her. But Aurora was already gone, a blur of motion slipping around him, dancing out of his grasp with ease. Her movements were a combination of grace and speed, fluid but deceptively powerful. "Too slow," she teases, her voice light as she darts behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly before moving again. "Come on, you’re supposed to be the big bad man here, I'm the small little Omega. Show me what you’ve got." She says her voice is full of playfulness.

Johnny, trying to adjust to her movements, grins. "Oh, I’m just getting warmed up, Lass don’t worry." He threw a wide, sweeping punch, but Aurora was already darting several feet away, laughing. "You know, if you keep this up, you might hurt yourself before you hurt me," she says, a playful glint in her eyes. She slips behind him again, grazing his side with a quick, soft jab before skipping back.

He turns to face her, trying to catch her, but she was fast, always a step ahead. Her laughter, light, and teasing, kept ringing in his ears, pushing him to move quicker, to be better. Suddenly, she changes her tactic. With a feigned stumble, Aurora made it look like she tripped. Johnny, thinking he’d caught an opening, charges at her with a grin, ready to knock her down. But it was a trap. As soon as he lungs, she ducks low, spinning around his body with expert precision. Before Johnny knew what was happening, she swept his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling onto the mat.

For a moment, Johnny was stunned, staring down at the mat trying to catch his breath. Aurora wastes no time. In one fluid motion, she was on top of him, straddling his back with a triumphant laugh. “Gotcha!” she declares, her voice full of playful mockery. Johnny, now pinned with his chest to the mat, groans. “Alright, alright, you got me, Bonnie.” he huffs, breathing hard. Aurora grins down at him, her knees resting firmly on either side of his body. “Looks like you’re at my mercy now,” she teases, leaning in closer, her voice a low purr. “What’s it like, big guy? Feeling a little... overpowered?” She let out a small purr as she gave a bite to his neck, a little harder than she intends resulting in a small mark. Johnny lets out a loud growl as she giggles. John clears his throat and Aurora quickly gets up and walks over to him with a small smile.

Kyle laughs as Johnny got up. “I told you she’s faster than she looks!” He yells out, a small whine in his voice. Aurora smiles as John clasps a proud hand on her shoulder. A low growl is heard and Aurora spins around to be almost chest to chest with Ghost who’s looking down at her, his eyes zeroed in on her. “Want to try me now Little One?” He says, his voice a low growl as he watches her body language. Aurora tries to fight the small shiver that threatens to go down her spine at the way he is looking down at her. “I think it’s only fair, the Betas got to see you up close, I think it’s my turn.” He says and Aurora stares up at him defiantly before nodding. She knew she wouldn’t beat him but she would damn sure make sure it wasn’t easy for him.

Ghost smiles as he walks to the mat, staring Aurora down. “I won’t go easy on you Little Omega. I want to see what you’re truly capable of.” He says, his voice a low growl. The gym was quiet except for the sound of shifting feet and the soft rustling of fabric against skin. Aurora stood at one end of the mat, her muscles coiled with anticipation. Across from her, Ghost looms, a mountain of a man whose silent presence was almost as intimidating as his size. He wasn’t just big he was massive, a wall of muscle, his movements slow but deliberate like a predator sizing up its prey.

Aurora cracks her neck and bounces lightly on her toes, trying to keep the energy flowing in her small, agile frame. Ghost, on the other hand, simply stares, his dark eyes observing her with that unnerving stillness. "You’re fast, little one," Ghost says, his tone low, almost a growl. "But speed won’t save you." He says, his eyes boring into hers.

Aurora smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You’re about to find out," she replies, her voice playful yet tinged with the edge of challenge. Without another word, the match began. Ghost moves like a shadow, large arms swinging in powerful, slow arcs. His strikes were heavy and deliberate, but Aurora was quicker. She darts to the side, slipping through the gaps in his defenses, a flash of movement with each step. Her punches were precise, aimed at his midsection, trying to chip away at his towering frame. But for every strike she lands, Ghost barely flinches. He was a wall. Every time she came too close, his hand would whip out, grabbing her wrist with frightening strength and tossing her to the side like a doll. She lands on her feet, quick as ever, but the cost of his blows was starting to show in her breathless gasps.

“Little one,” Ghost murmurs, stepping forward, his movements unhurried. His hand shot out, brushing dangerously close to her face as she dodges again. "You’re going to have to try harder." He says, his voice almost teasing. Aurora was fast, but Ghost was relentless. She moves with grace, but he moves with purpose, and he was catching up. Every time she aims a jab, Ghost was there, blocking, countering, never giving her a chance to fully control the pace. And with each moment, the air between them grew charged, heavy with unspoken tension. She couldn’t deny it, there was something about the way Ghost moves that sent a shiver down her spine. The air in the small room was thick with the sweet scent of Omega and the dark scent of Alpha, almost choking the others.

Their eyes met for a brief, electric second, and Aurora felt a smirk tug at her lips. "You think you’ve got me figured out?" she taunts, darting around him, keeping her voice light even though her heart was pounding in her chest. "I know you’re fast," Ghost responds, his tone rough and low. "But you’re too small to keep dodging me forever."Aurora glances at his arms, the muscles barely straining as he reaches out to grab her once more. She moves again, but this time Ghost was ready. With a flick of his wrist, he caught her by the waist, lifting her off her feet and slamming her back to the mat. The force of it left her gasping, her breath stolen in the collision. She could faintly hear small growls from the other pack members, John holding a hand out to stop Kyle and Johnny from rushing the mat, their instinct to protect their Omega was strong.

For a moment, Aurora couldn’t move. The world seems to spin around her as she fights to regain her bearings. She was on her feet in an instant, scrambling to get her bearings. Ghost was on top of her now, using her disorientation to send her sprawling on her stomach, a heavy weight pressing down on her back, pinning her to the floor. "You can’t escape me, little one," Ghost growls in her ear, his voice close and gravelly. His breath was hot against her skin, his large hand gripping her arms, holding them to the mat. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, his muscles hard as stone.

Aurora tries to wiggle free, but it is futile. Ghost’s size and strength were too much. She could feel the pressure of his weight, and for the first time in the match, she felt a real sense of vulnerability. Her breath hitches as his voice rumbles in her ear again, sending a shiver down her spine. "I’ve got you now, little one," he whispers, his tone carrying a dark, possessive undertone. "You’re not going anywhere." His mask-coated lips brush the scent gland on her neck, making her have to force down the Omega desire to submit.

Aurora’s pulse quickens. She was pinned, trapped under him, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and something about the way he spoke, the way he loomed over her, sent an electric charge through her. She could feel the hard line of his body pressed against her back, his warmth wrapping around her like a cage. She swallows hard, her mind racing. "You... think you can just hold me down like this? Think you can just make me submit?" she says, her voice breathless but defiant.

Ghost's chuckle rumbles deep in his chest, and it sends vibrations through her body. "You’re too stubborn to give up, aren’t you?"He growls lowly.

Aurora’s hands curl into fists, frustration mingling with a strange, dangerous heat that was rising between them. She hadn’t lost, not yet. She refuses to admit it, but the reality of being pinned under him, being held so firmly by his strength, was starting to send her head spinning, But Ghost wasn’t finished. Slowly, carefully, he leans in closer, his breath warm on the back of her neck. “You make things interesting,” he murmurs, his voice a dark growl. “But you can’t beat me.” Aurora’s body tenss, her frustration turning into determination. She was small and agile, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Even under his weight, even with his hand wrapped firmly around her wrists, she would fight to the last minute.

Still, as Ghost shifts slightly, his body presses even closer to hers, she can feel the undeniable tension between them, a kind of charged energy that crackles in the air, filling the space with an unspoken promise. Aurora’s breath caught in her throat as she looks up at him, her chest heaving with exertion. She was pinned, but she wasn’t broken, not yet. "You won’t make me submit," she says, her voice quiet but laced with defiance.

Ghost remains still for a moment, studying her. His hands loosened just slightly, almost as if he were contemplating her words. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he leans in, his clothed lips brushing against her ear. "Maybe," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous, "but I’ll enjoy watching you try to fight it. It’ll make it that much sweeter when you finally do."With that, he tightens his grip again, holding her firmly in place. John clears his throat again and the weight of Ghost is suddenly off her back. Aurora lays there a moment more as she takes a few calming breaths in before sitting up on her knees. John is smiling at her, proud even though she lost. He dismisses the team and Johnny happily walks up to her.

”Are you ready for our date Bonnie?” He asks with a smile and Aurora nods, excited to spend some time alone with her sweet Johnny.

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can you draw nightmare at a few photo shoots and poses?

Not too good with poses but here you go. I thought it would be nice to put Nightmare in some dresses instead of just suits <3

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she  shrinks  back  at  the  contact  —  no  fault  of  rhaenys'  ,  but  base  instinct  on  arushi's  part  ,  "  huh  ?  oh  .  "  realization  hits  .  she  can  only  hope  the  amalgam  of  sparkles  obscure  the  dusting  of  pink  across  her  cheekbones  .  "  a  scrooge  ?  no  way  .  plus  ,  macro  glitter  makeup  is  ,  like  ,  so  over  .  i  don't  think  i've  touched  the  stuff  since  2018  .  "  fun  at  the  time  ,  especially  to  a  nascent  lifestyle  vlogger  chasing  trends  at  the  time  .  not  so  much  in  hindsight  ,  though  .  "  it  should  only  be  in  boat  paint  ,  where  it  belongs  .  "  brunette  concludes  with  a  scrunch  of  her  nose  .

 ❛   come  here .  ❜  index  finger  and  freshly  manicured  nail  beckons  companion  closer ,  ❛  you  have  glitter  all  over  your  cheek .  ❜   one  of  the  many   hazards  of  ornament  making  ,  in  many  ways  far  more  nefarious  than  hot  glue ;    burns  ease ,  glitter  is  eternal .  nose  wrinkles  at  feeble  attempt  to  wipe  away  the  shimmer  ,  only to be  made  worse  by  her  ministrations .  ❛  would  you  call  me  a  scrooge  if  i  said  there  should  be  a  ban  on  the  stuff ?   ❜ 

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[  📲  @morewoe ]   :  heard there's  a  frozen  lake  here  so  im  telling  u  now [  📲  ???  ]   :  we  are  NOT  going  ice  fishing [  📲  ???  ]   :  at  least  not  before  meri  and  i  get  some  cute  pics  on  the  slopes