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partypoisonzz · 2 years ago

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drowning innocent wolves (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 2: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Era: Bullets (2003)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy

Content:

- A/B/O

- Knotting

- Biting

Word Count: 3,729

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

As soon as you leave work, you drive to Gerard's house. Normally, you would stop by your place first, — change into some better clothes, maybe freshen up your hair and makeup a bit, grab some snacks for the two of you to share. Today, however, it seems like timeliness is a priority, and you don't particularly think that Gerard is going to care much about makeup or food.

He started texting you long before your shift ended. After several minutes of your phone going off in your pocket, you informed your boss that you were going out for a smoke break. Once you stepped into the cool autumn air, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and read your boyfriend's messages. Your heartrate picked up speed as your eyes scanned over the texts and you put together the pieces.

G: You get off at 3 today right???

G: Can you please come over after work?

G: Sorry... I'm just really needy :( It's driving me crazy

Though you hadn't honestly come outside to smoke a cigarette, you were beginning to think you might need one. Of course, Gerard did get in needy moods sometimes, but not text three times, hours before you leave work needy.

You took the time to think about it. You had been dating for just under a year. In the time you had been together, he hadn't gone into rut. It was a totally logical conclusion, but the thought still made your head spin.

Knowing that you wouldn't be able to focus on work for the rest of the day without an answer, you decided to bite the bullet and call him.

He picked up on the first ring. As soon as you heard his voice, you figured you had your answer. "Hello?" Benign as the greeting was, you could hear something that sounded like a whine cutting through the word.

Fuck.

"Hey, sweet thing," you said. "I saw your texts. You alright?" You didn't exactly want to openly ask him if he had gone into rut in the parking lot of your workplace, but you imagined that he got the general idea.

"I'm, um..." Another whimper. You leaned back against the building, taking in a deep breath. Getting wet just from the sound of his voice wasn't exactly part of your plan, either.

"I'm in... a bit of a situation," he managed. "My, uh... My rut started yesterday. I think I need... I need you to come over after work. Please. I need you so bad..."

"I'll be there as soon as my shift ends." You found yourself sitting on the curb at this point. When the fuck did you even sit down? You squeezed your legs lightly together in a futile attempt to take a bit of the edge off. "I'll take good care of you when I get there. Just wait on me."

"Yeah. Okay." The trembling accompanying those words made you wonder what sort of state he would be in by the time you finally showed up.

Knowing you would be expected back inside in a few minutes and you couldn't exactly walk in blushing bright red, you opted to cut the call short. "Alright. See you then," you said. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

With a shaking hand, you pressed the end call button. You tucked your phone back into your pocket, standing up on unsteady legs.

Throughout your shift, you considered what might await you this afternoon with a lump in your throat. You had wondered about how this whole rut thing would work since the two of you first started dating. You didn't exactly have anyone you could ask for various reasons.

For one thing, you were a beta. You were essentially average in all ways, — human. Sure, maybe you got a little extra horny around certain times of the month, but that was standard hormonal stuff. You definitely weren't bedridden for days at the time in a self-built nest, — which, if you had to guess, was exactly the position Gerard was currently in.

For another thing, Gerard was not a standard alpha. Sure, he told you all about the rut and the knot and such, but aside from that, he didn't quite fit the profile. He was so... submissive, for lack of a better term. Most every time the two of you had sex, you were the one in control. He would do anything you asked him to, but there was a hint of something else, buried underneath the surface. When his eyes locked with yours, there was a sort of spark that you hadn't seen with your previous partners. Something that burned like a flame in the night.

There was an unspoken mutual feeling of belonging between the two of you already. You could only imagine what it would be like after today.

When three o'clock rolled around, you rushed to collect your things and clock out.

You drive to the house in silence. When you get there, you take the time to halfway collect yourself, — fingercombing your hair, spreading some gloss over your lips, — before stepping out of the car and heading for the door, already readying your key.

Nobody else is home, thankfully. In fact, the entire upper level of the house appears to be empty.

That only leaves the basement.

Your footsteps echo as you walk down the stairs. "Gerard?" you call out. "I made it! Where are..."

"Oh, thank God." As soon as you step off of the final stair, Gerard is in front of you, pulling you into his chest. You let out a surprised shriek at the way he squeezes your waist.

You feel him pressing against your thigh, and you know.

"Well, hello to you, too." You manage to untangle yourself from him for a moment, taking in the sight of him in the dim light of the basement. Though you know it's far from the most pressing matter here, you have to ask... "Is that my sweatshirt?"

Gerard gives you a sheepish look. "Well, it was mine originally," he argues. "I wore it, like, twice before you took it. It smelled like you, and you left it in my car, so..."

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful grin. "Doesn't matter much, anyway." You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You look so cute in it, I figured I'd ask..."

You don't expect the gentle kiss to turn into an intense collision of tongue and teeth. You gasp as Gerard's teeth sink into your bottom lip, just enough to scrape, before he pulls away.

"Please," he says, voice dripping with desperation. "I need you so fucking bad. I've gotten myself off five times since this morning. Nothing helps. I'm fucking miserable."

"Okay, okay." You regard him with a look of sympathy, though you would be lying if you said that his desperate state doesn't turn you on.

Though you know that it won't make it any better, you can't help but dip your head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the feverish skin there. He makes a high-pitched noise, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

You pull back with a smug grin. You press a gentle kiss against his cheek before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you go lay on the bed for me?" you ask. "Let me see what I can do for you."

He gives you a jerky nod before obliging you.

You push the blankets to the side, taking a seat next to him on the bed. As soon as your hand gently comes to rest on his chest, he gasps, squirming under your touch.

You're unable to bite back your grin. "That sensitive, huh?"

"Shut up," he groans. "It feels like... Like my fucking blood is on fire..."

"Poor baby." Your hand travels down until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You yank them down quickly before running your hand across the visible outline of his cock in his boxers. He whimpers at your touch, rolling his hips into your palm. You pull away, frowning.

"All pent up," you say. "And you can't get any relief, no matter what. Must be awful..."

"Yeah, and you're making it worse," he snaps. "I thought you were coming over to help me."

You raise your eyebrows at him. He never lashes out at you like this. He's usually so gentle and sweet, so soft-spoken. Try as you might, you don't generally get under his skin this easily.

Then again, you're beginning to think that this version of Gerard is a completely different version than you usually have around.

You decide to test your limits a little more. Just to see.

"Temper," you chide him. "What happened to your patience?"

He laughs humorlessly. "What happened to my patience?" he echoes. "Let's see. I came down with a random fever the other day that just kept getting worse. Next thing I know, I'm hornier than I've ever been. It's never been this bad before. It's been happening forever, but I..." He trails off. Suddenly, all the color drains from his face.

"Holy shit," he murmurs.

Noting the shocked look on his face, you place one of your hands atop of his. "Gerard? What is it?"

"I think... Jesus Christ..." He sighs, reaching a shaky hand up to rake through his disheveled dark hair before meeting your eyes.

"I think it's because this is the first time it's happened since we've been together," he says.

You blink at him. You know there has to be some sort of connection to this information, but, for whatever reason, it doesn't compute. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Though you expect him to get agitated again, Gerard remains calm. He reaches out and threads his fingers through yours. "Because you and I could be a mated pair," he says. "That's why it's so intense. Basically, my body's telling me to..."

You smile at him, squeezing his hand. "Claim me?"

He freezes, just staring at you for a moment. Finally, he shrugs. "Yeah. I guess." His pallor disappears, only to be replaced by a bright shade of scarlet. "I mean, that sounds so... Possessive and creepy. You know I'm not like that. Only if you're alright with..."

You laugh. "Gee, baby. It's okay." Your thumb brushes lightly over his as you continue to speak to him. "The thought of it doesn't freak me out or anything. In fact, I think it sounds... Kinda romantic, in a weird way."

He sighs, turning several shades redder. "It isn't. Like, at all," he says. "Since I'm in rut, I'll definitely end up knotting you this time. And, if we actually do this whole... mating thing, I'll have to bite you."

He looks at you as if he expects you to be horrified. You just laugh. "Kinky."

He shakes his head. "You don't understand. If I bite you, that means you're marked, which means you're tied to me for pretty much forever. It's like a fucking... Biological marriage."

You chuckle. "Well, that does sound sort of creepy, but only because you put it that way." You squeeze his hand again. "In all honesty, Gee, I think I understand all of it. And it doesn't scare me at all."

He looks at you with wide, dubious eyes. "Seriously?"

You shrug. "I mean, yeah. I love you. I was kinda hoping we'd be a 'forever' thing, anyway. If you want to knot me, bite me, whatever, I say go for it."

"You're sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been so sure of anything."

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours again, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you," he murmurs. "God, I love you so much."

You giggle, stroking the side of his face gently. "Same to you, babe." You give him another quick peck before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Now, make me yours."

You don't expect these words to have much of an effect on him. Yet, he fucking growls in your ear before reaching for the zipper on your jeans.

Before you can really make sense of it, your clothes have been tossed aside. Gerard is still wearing your sweatshirt, but he really doesn't seem to give a damn. He's too focused on attacking your neck, sucking and nipping playfully but never sinking his teeth in. You figure that will come later.

Slowly, his mouth travels down your body until he's kneeling at the foot of the bed. Realizing what he's doing, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. "You don't have to," you say. "I mean... I know it would be easier for you if you went ahead and..."

"I'm not fucking selfish," Gerard grumbles, pinning your hips against the bed. He gives your inner thigh a teasing nip. The gasp this elicits from you causes him to flash you a self-satisfied grin. "Are you really about to turn down getting eaten out, sugar? God knows, it would be the first time..."

Holy shit. He really wants to do this. "No," you say quickly. "No. By all means, go ahead."

So he does. You throw your head back as soon as his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a long stripe all the way up to your clit. "Fuck, Gerard."

He simply hums against you before focusing his undivided attention on using his tongue to its fullest potential. He's always been good at eating you out, but this... This is on a different level entirely.

He is quick, fevered. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, desperately crying out his name every now and again.

You don't think that anyone has ever made you feel so good, so fast. He falls into a quick, effortless rhythm. Before long, a sudden rush of heat washes over you.

"Gee," you whimper. "I'm gonna..."

As soon as he casts those hazel eyes up to look at you, it's over.

You come with a shrill cry. He holds you down despite your trembling, pushing your body into the mattress until you finally relax.

Panting, you throw an arm over your eyes and go limp. "That was fucking amazing, holy shit..."

Gerard gives a little chuckle of satisfaction, nuzzling your thigh.

Once your breathing calms down, you uncover your eyes. "C'mere," you tell him.

He climbs back onto the bed without argument. As soon as he's within arm's distance, you pull him in for another kiss. This one is even more blistering in its heat. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, intoxicating.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if either of you will ever come up for air, he pulls away, panting. "Can... Can I?" he asks.

You smile, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Do it."

He presses his lips against yours again and pushes inside of you. You immediately gasp at the stretch. He's always been big, but this feels different somehow.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

You look up, only to see Gerard's face formed into what you can only describe as an expression of pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open. His hands grip the edges of the headboard behind you.

Though you can only imagine how good it feels to finally be this close to relief after an entire torturous day of desperation, he still opens his eyes again. He looks down at you with a look of genuine concern. "You alright, sugar?" he asks, voice strained.

"I'm good," you assure him. "You... You can move."

If you were overwhelmed by the feeling of him before, your head spins even more when he begins rolling his hips into you, setting a slow, tentative rhythm.

Your eyes fall shut as your arms tighten around him. You don't know how to describe the feeling that is currently washing over you, — don't know if the words for it even exist. You just know that it's different than how it usually feels when he fucks you.

Maybe it's the way that he moves against you with a natural, single-minded focus, as if this was what he was made to do. Hell, maybe it was. You've seen more alpha in him in the past half hour than you have... Well, ever.

He's making you his. Everyone will be able to see it. Hell, they'll be able to smell it on you. The mere thought of that sends another rush of heat coursing through your body. You're beginning to understand what Gerard meant earlier when he said he felt like his blood was on fire.

In the moment, everything feels so... right. You know that this isn't the way that this normally goes, — that you aren't one of the omegas that he's supposed to be drawn to, that you don't go into heat, that your scent isn't the strong, pheromone-laden smell that's genetically designed to drive alphas wild, — but none of that matters.

What matters is that he wants you, now and forever.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you return the sentiment.

There's the obvious physical element of it, too. It almost feels like he's growing inside of you. He hits all the right places with every single thrust, forcing breathy whimpers up from your throat. You want to dig your nails into his back, hold him in place, make him yours, too, but that dumb sweatshirt is getting in the way. You grip handfuls of fabric instead.

His name breaks up from your throat in a series of desperate cries, as if it's all you know how to say. Fitting, considering that you feel as though he is flooding every aspect of your existence. "Gerard..."

He makes that low growling sound again, sending your head spinning. The dizziness intensifies as he speeds up. Nearly every sharp thrust is punctuated by a low groan as his pace builds towards a crescendo and you draw closer to your climax.

"Gerard." You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face in the feverish skin of his neck. He manages to drive into you with even more ferocity.

That's when you feel it, unmistakable. The knot, swelling as he gets closer to his release.

You feel so full, every bit of him overwhelming your senses. It's all so much, — almost too much. You can't hold back any longer.

"Gerard... Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come..."

He doesn't say a word as he slams into you with a force you didn't know he could even possess, sending you over the edge.

You can't help it. You fucking scream as you unravel beneath him.

He lets out a loud groan, stilling inside of you. He's deeper in you now than you think he's ever been. The knot pushes against your spasming walls, filling you with the most divine pressure.

The sound that Gerard makes as he releases inside of you can only be described as something akin to a roar. His head falls against your shoulder, and then...

Pain. Searing pain to match the molten pleasure that is currently melting your insides. His teeth are buried in your neck as he fills you up with pump after pump of come.

You close your eyes, letting your scream die down into a pathetic whine. Not long afterwards, Gerard collapses on top of you, utterly spent.

You know that this is the point where it would all usually come to an end. Yet, it doesn't.

Gerard is still buried deep inside of you. The two of you are effectively locked together by the knot.

Under any other circumstances, you might find this scary, — or at least really fucking weird. Right now, though, you don't particularly mind.

You sigh as you feel his tongue running across your neck, lapping up blood from your bite wound.

He pulls away and stares down at you.

There's a faint smear of red beneath his mouth. His eyes look different, pupils blown wide. He's still breathing heavily.

Truth be told, he looks sort of terrifying right now, a far cry from the shy singer who you met at a basement show last year.

Nonetheless, when he reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch.

"You're good, right?" he asks, voice dripping with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Christ, sugar, I didn't mean to be so rough..."

"Gerard. Stop," you manage to speak. "It was good."

He blinks. "Good?"

You chuckle. "Well, fucking amazing is more like it." You kiss him lazily before pulling away with a contented sigh. "I can't believe you kept that stupid fucking sweatshirt on the whole time. Kinda rude, considering you marked me for life and you couldn't even be bothered to get completely naked..."

"Wasn't really my top priority," he says. "As long as I took all of your clothes off, I was all good."

You laugh. "If you say so," you say. "I just think your new mate deserves a little more respect..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The silence settles comfortably between the two of you, the room filling with the sound of your slowly-steadying breathing. Gerard traces gentle patterns against the skin of your shoulder, just like always. You could almost forget the monumental moment that just occurred if it wasn't for the stinging wound on your neck and the fact that you're literally stuck together.

You break the silence. "Kinda late for me to ask this, but exactly how long do knots usually last?"

Gerard gives a noncommittal hum, still tracing hearts against your skin. "Usually about thirty minutes."

You groan. "Jesus Christ. You better be hoping that nobody comes home."

"Trust me, sugar. I am." He pulls his hand away before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"I love you."

He's said it a million times before. You're sure that this time is the most sincere one yet.

"Love you, too," you reply easily.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as his arms loop around your waist. "You're stuck with me."

You laugh. "Yeah. For the next twenty-five minutes and the rest of my life."

As much as you plan on giving him hell for it, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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scarletblink · 3 years ago

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Can you make Rosé take her omega for the first time in the nest that her omega built?

Hell yeah!

Warnings: alpha rosé x omega fem!reader, omegaverse, heat, smut, g!p, fist times

Rosie and you just got home from the doctors. It was the first heat you'd be spending together with her to take care of you.

The doctor prescribed all the necessary things like birth control, booklets for Rosie to read and told her how to take care of you while you were under heat. Your skin was already feverish and your pupils were starting to dilate meaning you were hours away from starting the heat.

As soon you got home you threw yourself on the nest you've been building for the past week, but it wasn't enough.

"Rosie, give me your shirt," you begged.

"You already have dozens of my clothes in there, baby."

You whined and made grabby hands, you needed her.

She giggled but still took off her shirt, leaving her only in a black bra and shorts. She sat down next to you on the messy nest and handed you the newly discarded shirt.

You immediately took it and wrapped it around your face like a mummy, sighing at the scent.

"You're the cutest thing I have ever seen," Rosie laughed with adoration and laid down close to you and opened her arms. You quickly settled yourself inside her embrace. "You should sleep a little."

"Will you stay here?" You asked, afraid she would get up.

"Of course, my pretty girl." She kissed your forehead and guided your head under her chin.

Your body felt extremely heavy and tired so it didn't took much for you to fall asleep. Rosé stayed there, scrolling through her phone with you in her arms.

After a couple of hours she noticed your scent getting stronger and stronger. Her body quickly reacting to your pheromones, forming a painful bulge in her shorts.

She waited until you opened your eyes and started to stir from the uncomfortable feeling between your legs. Your eyes were foggy and you felt hot to the touch.

"Rosie," you whined, almost crying. "I need you."

"shhhh, my baby. I know," she cooed at you, she helped you get out of your clothes and took hers off, immediately hugging your feverish body close to her, the skin on skin contact calming you both down but not helping with the fire between your legs.

You wandered your hand down her body, trying to find her cock between the both of you. You hand wrapped around the hard flesh eliciting a grunt from your alpha.

"Please, alpha..." you begged.

Rosé couldn't contain her desire anymore and climbed on top of you, one of her hands going down your body and caressing your heat, coating her fingers with your warm slick. She drew gentle circles on your clit, driving you crazy, collecting the juices on her fingers and spreading it around her cock.

"I'll take good care of you, my love," she aligned her cock at your entranced and pushed it inside gently, earning a delicious moan from you.

"Does it hurt, princess?" She asked with a kiss on your forehead.

"Just a little bit," you moaned. You knew Rosé was big, you've seen her naked before when you took showers together and the occasional nudes you traded. But nothing prepared you for how good she would feel, filling you to the brim. "You can move, alpha."

Rosie started gentle thrusts, in and out of you with precision while she showered your neck with wet kisses and sucks. Your eyes were almost rolling to the back of your head with the pleasure you were feeling.

The only sound you could hear was both of your moans, hard breaths and the squishy sound of Rosie thrusting into your very wet heat.

Rosie's thrusts picked up speed when she noticed your moans getting more desperate, her knot inflating and hitting your entrance with each stroke. The desire to let it slide in was driving her crazy.

"Rosie, let it in." you begged, tears of pleasure coming out of your eyes.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, her thrusts slowing a bit.

"Please, Rosie..."

She couldn't resist you, she picked up speed and with a final hard thrust her knot was in and the two of you reached climax. Rosie's warm spurts filling you to the brim.

You both smiled at each other and kissed passionately. She carefully moved you both so you were now laying on top of her, her know still deep inside of you.

"hi," she smiled at you.

"Hi!"

"Does it hurt?" She asked worried. You shook your head and kissed her deeply. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, alpha."

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readerinsertz · 4 years ago

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can you write alpha kagami taiga x omega fem reader? reader went in heat? thanks!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Kagami, Omega!Reader)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ Content, afab!reader, omega!reader, smut, heat sex, soft sex, knotting, minor manhandling, slight thigh riding, nipple play, praise, slight possessiveness, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, spanking, some dirty talk.

You woke to a soft fire burning through your body. It took a few kicks to throw off the blanket but eventually you managed to sit up and free yourself from the fabric. Sluggishly, you rolled to the edge of the mattress to pick up a water bottle and greedily drank down the cool water. As you gulped down the liquid, your other hand fished out your phone. The blue flashing light alerted you to the fact that you had a new message.

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

About to start next period xx Sorry if this wakes ypu

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

*you

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:36

How are you feeling?

To: (Nickname)

From: Kagami

Time: 12:37

Has your heat started? Tell me the moment it happens so I can come home to you!!

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:37

I just woke up. Feeling a bit hot rn

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:38

I'm fine though Alpha. heat's not starting just yet dw

To: Kagami (｡>﹏<｡)

From: (Nickname)

Time: 12:38

You focus on your classes, I'll be fine for the next few hours (=^-ω-^=)

You stared at your phone for a few more moments in case Kagami texted you back. When there was no new message, you looked up and surveyed the room. Your first heat with Kagami had been in the comfort of your house but interacting with your family after a few days of being Mated had been so embarrassing that you had spent the subsequent heats at Kagami's since he lived alone. His single bed had been an issue at first until Kagami had the idea of removing the mattress from the bed frame and placing it on the floor so neither of you would accidentally fall off the bed during Mating.

Your Alpha had woken up at 6:30 to get ready for school. As you were about to go into heat, you had decided against going to school today or yesterday. The tall Alpha had carried you from the bed to the sofa, cooked breakfast for you whilst you had snoozed on the couch and had placed the mattress onto his bedroom's floor for you to make a Nest on after he had left for school. Your inner Omega had made her distress over the separation of her Mate abundantly known but it was for the best that Kagami went to school. He could get the notes from the classes you would miss. Riko would also have both of your necks if Kagami's grades slipped any further.

Stepping out of your Nest, you paused long enough to pull your shorts off in an effort to cool down. You made your way to the kitchen, tugging the neckline of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose to inhale the scent of your Mate. Kagami's old jersey was so big it hung loosely on your frame. The cool gust of air from the fridge was a welcomed relief and you stood for a few seconds in front of the open fridge just letting it cool down your flushed body. Opening your eyes, you scanned the food on the shelves. A bento was placed on one of the lower shelves, your Alpha making sure it wasn't too high that you wouldn't be able to grab it. You smiled at his consideration and took the food out. Impatiently, you plucked out a tomato as you crossed the kitchen to grab chopsticks.

The food didn't take long to be consumed, your body gradually moving out of Preheat and into Heat. A Preheat was a period of time that lasted anywhere between five and fourteen days and allowed an Omega's body to prepare for their Heat. In that time, the Omega tended to build their Nests and eat more to stock up their energy reserves for the upcoming calorie-demanding Heat. It almost felt like Kagami had been in the kitchen for the seven days of your Preheat, cooking whatever food you had mentioned, even in passing. You placed the container and chopsticks into the sink, turning on the tap to wash them. Once they are placed on the side to dry, you turned the cold tap on and let the water run down your forearms to cool down a bit more. This was probably the worst part of a Heat, the transition into one was marked with feelings of being impossibly hot and clammy yet still being coherent and not aroused enough to only think about Mating. Knowing that there was little to do to combat the internal heat, you turned the tap off and moved to where Kagami kept his snacks and pulled out a bag of crisps. Knowing that your Alpha wanted you to eat as healthily as possible you stopped on your way out of the kitchen to grab a banana.

You glanced at the black TV screen, contemplating about sitting on the sofa and watching some old replays to pass the time until your Alpha came home. A glance at the furniture reminded you that you had grabbed the cushions earlier when you had built your Nest and had put them around the edge of the mattress to make your Nest a bit larger; something necessary when your Alpha was as large as Kagami. You contemplated whether it would still be comfortable to sit on the covered springs or on the armrests but eventually decided against it- whilst your scent wasn't rolling off of you just yet, it would still cling to the fabric for weeks and drive Kagami crazy.

Back in your Nest, you chirped in happiness when you saw your phone had a new message. Your Alpha had sent you a message informing you of the bento you had already eaten as well as advising you to stay hydrated and nourished. Purring at how attentive and caring your Alpha was, you sent a quick reply that you had eaten the bento and was drinking healthily. Tossing your phone to the edge of your Nest, you snuggled down in the fabrics, planning to take a nap. Preheat often made you feel sleepy and saving your energy for your actual Heat was always a good idea. When you pulled a blanket to cover just your legs, Kagami's scent wafted over to your keen nose. You smiled at the relaxing smell and closed your eyes.

When you awoke for the second time, you realised two things. One, you felt like there was an inferno raging in your body. And two, your Alpha was gently shaking you awake.

"Wake up, 'Mega, I think your Heat's started," Kagami spoke softly, his hand tracing down your cheek. A purr vibrated through your chest at the sight of him leaning over you. Without thinking, you reached your hand out to grasp the chain hanging from your mate's neck and used it to tug his face down to yours.

The first kiss was gentle, a light pressure on your lips as Kagami tried to convey the love he felt for you. The two of you separated for a few seconds before surging back, this time with greater intensity. Kagami's tongue swiped over your lips and you parted them, letting his tongue in. Kagami's tongue danced with yours before retreating back, his teeth softly grazing your lips as he pulled back.

"Alpha," you weakly moaned, thrusting your hips up. The male understood your non-verbal plea, moving quickly to grab your hips and pull them so your wet pussy was resting on his thick thigh. The small burst of pleasure from being both manhandled and having your clothed covered clit brushed against had keens and whines falling out of your swollen lips.

"Fuck, you look so good in my jersey," Kagami muttered, large hands roaming up your stomach and moving the shirt up to rest above your breasts. A throaty groan left him when he saw your braless chest. His thumb skimmed against one nipple, the stimulation enough to pebble it. Long fingers pinched your brown nipple before squeezing the flesh of your boob. Kagami leant down and kissed you, the need to be within you causing his kiss to become sloppy. Your head fell back from the simple pleasure from Kagami squeezing your left boob plus the tingles of heat that were firing from your core. In your desperation, you had begun to grind your soaked vagina against the meat of your Alpha's thigh. With your head titled back, Kagami took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kiss from your lips to your neck, sucking on the skin long enough to cause purple flowers to bloom on your tanned skin. Wanting to really hear you, the Alpha scrapped his teeth over your Scent Gland where most Mating Marks were placed. The feeling had you moaning loudly.

"Off," you weakly tugged on the shirt that was hanging on his chest. Kagami scrambled to tear it off his frame, fingers fighting the buttons on his shirt. Once it was off, Kagami bent his arm to throw it somewhere else but aborted the action halfway. Instead, the Alpha offered the material to you. With a chirp, you took the material and buried your face into it, moaning as you were suddenly surrounded by his scent. Subdued for a few moments, Kagami took that time to rip off his white undershirt and pull his belt off.

"Alpha," you moaned, hips bucking up to rub your core against his thigh. The pleasure that coursed through you from the action had your eyes rolling back and thighs shaking.

"That's right, 'Mega, use me," Kagami muttered, large hands wrapping around your hips to pull you further down onto his thigh. The increase in friction against your clit had slick gushing out of your hole, your underwear completely destroyed. With Kagami's encouragement, you began to ride his thigh. Your low moans were the only things louder than the wet noises coming from where the two of you met. When Kagami squeezed your hips hard you had to stop your movements, your arousal so great you felt it would burn you.

"Such a pretty Omega," Kagami praised, looking down at you. You were such a beautiful sight, your hair a dark halo around your head. As much as Kagami loved seeing you in his clothes, his inner Alpha growling in pleasure at the blatant display of ownership- who owned who, Kagami couldn't even answer- the Alpha grabbed the edges of his jersey and pulled it over your neck. Knowing you would probably want it once Knotted, Kagami placed it to one side.

"I'm here, don't worry, I'm here," Kagami whispered, leaning over you. His hands roamed up your skin, spending a few minutes squeezing your breasts as he moved his thigh in time with your hips, and grabbed your hands that had twisted into his hair. With a growl, he pinned them to the mattress above your head.

"Keep them there, 'Mega," Kagami growled, your thighs clamping hard around his own at the sound. You let out a purr of obedience but Kagami squeezed your wrists one last time to make sure you got the message. Hands now free, Kagami ran them down the sides of your body before grabbing your pants and ripping them off. Your yip went unanswered as Kagami's hands grabbed your butt and pulled you up so he could feast on your pussy.

"Alphaaa," you moaned, grabbing the sheet to stop your hands from moving to your mate's head. Kagami licked one broad stripe up your vagina. He pressed a kiss against your clit hood, tongue dipping down to draw figures of eight on your clit. You couldn't help but press your hips further into his face, Kagami's hands squeezing your cheeks in encouragement. Moans poured out of the male's mouth as he sloppily ate you out. Your Alpha had made it clear early on that going down on you was almost as pleasurable to him as it was to you and would take an opportunity to pleasure you orally. Once the Alpha was sure that there would be a handprint on your left buttcheek, he moved his hand closer to your core. A finger slid through your folds, testing how wet you were. Even if you weren't in heat, under his tongue you would have still been soaked.

The pleasure that came from one of Kagami's fingers was enough for you to reach down and clench your fist into his hair. The Alpha chuckled at your impatience but didn't reprimand you for not listening to him. A second finger slipped in with the first one, curling in a come hither motion to rub against your g-spot. The added stimulation paired with the constant circling of his tongue on your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs clamped around his head, your legs trembling as your finish coursed through your entire body.

"Come back to me yet?" Kagami asked, popping his head up from where your thighs met. You could only hum in lieu of a reply; whilst it had taken the edge off of your heat, it had also taken some of your energy away. Your Alpha didn't wait for a reply, pressing kisses along your neck and clavicle, sucking areas of skin to add to the marks he had already created. When you felt ready you raked your fingernails down his broad back, the male bucking into your body at the pleasurable pain. Placing one last bite at the swell of your breast, Kagami pushed himself onto his hands and knees, freeing up one of his hands to gently guide you to Present. Your purr was loud once you were on your hands and knees under him, the Alpha behind you letting out his own chuff at how protected you felt under his large frame.

Feeling your heat's pull once more, you wiggled your butt at your Alpha to get him to move along. You were met with a spank that had your back arching.

"Patience," Kagami growled, eying how your cheek jiggled from the action. A part of him wanted to continue hitting you just to see the delectable sight but he could sense how your heat was beginning to become unbearable again. Grabbing the base of his dick, Kagami hissed at how sensitive he was. Unable to resist, the male pumped his shaft a few times but had to stop in fear of coming and knotting his hand. Shuffling closer to you so the backs of your thighs brushed against the front of his, he slowly pushed into your heat. Once fully in, Kagami had to stop and grab a hold of your hips, squeezing the flesh to prevent himself from coming. The feeling of your warm walls squeezing his cock was overwhelming.

"Alphaaaa," you whined, deepening the arch of your back. The Omega deep within you wanted to be knotted and bad. Kagami got the message though, pulling his hips back until only the tip was in and thrusting back in. The Alpha immediately set a brutal pace, hips slapping against yours as he drilled into you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you drowned in feeling so full. Kagami's cock was thick enough to give you a slight burn whenever he was fucking you, yet was still long enough to reach the deepest parts of your body.

Unable to keep you up, your arms collapsed and brought your chest to lie on the sheets of your nest. The new angle had Kagami's dick rubbing your g-spot, sending you even higher.

"Alphaaa... please, give it to mee... give me your knot," you begged under your breath, not even coherent enough to understand what you were babbling about.

"Don't worry, 'Mega, your Alpha's here. I'll give you what you want." Kagami pressed his chest to your back, circling one arm around your waist to rub your clit. Even though you had already orgasmed a few minutes beforehand, your heat had burnt its way through you again that you were teetering over the edge of the precipe; the stimulation just aided in bringing you closer to another climax. Kagami continued circling your nub, shudders raging through your entire body.

"Gonna... cum- fuck. You feel so so good. Good little 'Mega. Gonna f-fill you up and knot you. Want that, don't you? 'Mega wants my knot," Kagami panted into your ear, your pheromones intoxicating him to the point he didn't know what he was saying or what language he was speaking in. The feeling of his knot expanding and catching on your rim every time Kagami pulled back had your eyes squeezing shut. What pushed you over the edge was the sensation of Kagami biting at the junction of your neck. The tiny pricks of pain mixed with the immense pleasure Kagami was giving you had you throwing your head back and screaming as you came around his dick. The Alpha grunted as your walls squeezed around him, thrusting twice more before his hips stuttered to a stop and he released inside you, his knot tying you two together.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, stretching out to get more comfortable since Kagami's knot lasted at least thirty minutes. A hiss left your lips as the movement caused Kagami's dick to brush against your oversensitive walls. Kagami followed your body down, littering kisses along your shoulder blade.

"Feeling better?" Kagami asked, tracing circles into the skin of your stomach.

"Yeah, for now anyway," you replied, one arm reaching out to grab the undershirt that he hadn't thrown too far away from your nest. Too tired to shuffle into a position where you could get the shirt on, you buried your face into the material, a chirp rolling out of your lips as your inner Omega let her delight at being so close to her mate's scent known. Kagami pressed his chest to your back as you pillowed his shirt under your head and closed your eyes for a well deserved short nap with your mate.

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨lie down darling its time for a dream✨

Naughty kitty

Sorry this is so short tumblr kept deleting it.

Warning: alpha kenma, A/B/O dynamic, light breeding kink, kenma being a little feral

People always assumed that kenma would be the omega in your relationship due to his appearance but he was full alpha though he wasn't as affectionate like most alphas. The most you get is soft kisses or sweet pets on the head but you needed more! Now was the perfect time to do so, you could feel your heat coming on which was usually the time kenma stays away from you leaving you to handle your own heat.

You werent sure if it was cause he didn't feel comfortable with it or if he just wasn't interested in that but it drove you crazy everytime, this time you weren't staying in your room like a good girl and dealing with it alone! You were tired of kenma avoiding any and all physical touch.

As you walked into the male's gaming room you saw he was focused heavily on playing until a scent hits him. You watched as he tensed up but didn't dare look at you, he instead shakily returned to his game while his breathing got more shaky with every step you took towards him.

"k-kenma kouzume! I am aching.. dripping and needy! Look at me and fuck me!" Your whining caused the male to suck in a sharp breath. His alpha side was itching to punish you for thinking you can speak to him like this but he kept his cool and gripped his controller tighter.

"do you need some of my shirts for your nest? You know where they are [y/n]"

His tone was dull but internally he was screaming inside. He thought maybe ignoring you would make you go away like always but this time you were on a mission

"no! I don't need shirts I need you! I'm soaking wet but you aren't listening!"

"you're overreacting.."

Kenma knew you weren't from the smell that was smothering the room. Kenma could feel the tent in his pants build but he still didn't want to give in, that beast him that wants to rip your clothes off and breed you until you're swollen with his litter.

He felt you climb on top of him before he shuddered from a dripping wet feeling on his lap and hands. The male curiously looked down only to tense up at the sight of your soaking wet pussy exposed and dripping it's sweet juices all over his hands and his bulge.

"if you keep ignoring me I'll find an alpha brave enough to actually want to fuck me! Maybe bokuto will get the jo—" you were cut off by kenma roughly pushing two fingers inside of you a low hiss ringing in your ear as the male gripped the controller in one hand while the other fucked your tight hole.

"as if I would let anyone else near my pretty omega, he can get his own we both know you're all mine"

"am I? I-i don't think so, I mean bokuto has been given me far more affection than you maybe he's my alpha"

Your slick comment made kenma lose it as he now dropped the controller and reached up groping your breast with one hand while his other pumped in and out of you aggressively, he honestly didn't want to hurt you but he simply didn't give a damn anymore.

"fine you want me to help you? I'll do it. Don't complain when you're bruised up"

Kenma slipped his fingers out of you before leaning you back onto the desk while pulling his throbbing cock out of his sweatpants, seeing you drool over the sight made him chuckle before he simply shoved himself inside of you.

"a-ah! K-kenma!"

"it's alpha to you, naughty omega"

Kenma harshly thrusts against you his mouth kissing along your neck before his fingers trailed the old mating mark he made in you when you two first mated. He couldn't believe you would say something as utterly ridiculous as wanting another mate, the anger in him rised as he thought about it and he couldn't help but harshly bit all over your neck just covering the area with bites.

"you're mine, only mine. My little mate whose going to have my kittens, I'll breed you so no other alpha can steal you. They will all know that you are mine"

Your needy drooling whines was only making kenma go faster and rougher as his nails clawed your sides while he felt you tighten against him and he couldn't help but laugh

"are you going to cum, omega? Show your alpha how good you are and cum. Cum all over my cock"

"a-ah! Yes alpha! Please breed me good!"

Kenma kisses the fresh bite marks he made on you as he gave one more harsh thrust now filling you up as you too cummed all over his cock with a loud sobbing moan.

Kenma let's out a long sigh as he leaned back in his chair pulling you against his chest while playing with your hair.

"if you mention anything about another alpha again I'll break your jaw with my cock, is that clear omega?"

Kenma's grip tightened against you almost crushing you and you shakily nodded feeling just how serious he was and you simply planted soft kisses on his neck and chest to try and calm his jealously down.

"y-yes alpha!"

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #kenma kozume #kenma smut #haikyuu a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

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jadekitty777 · 3 years ago

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On Your Six, Chapter 8

You’re going to be offended when I tell you I’m still not done. How did this happen? How did this end chapter get so long that I have to break it in half and I still have not finished it?

Oh right, I wrote myself into a corner and had to get myself out of it in the most outlandish way possible. Yeah that checks out.

For now please enjoy chapter 8 of what is now a 9-chapter story. Because I have no self control.

Day 8: Free Day for @taiqrowweek

Rating: T for this chapter, M for overall

Words: 6.5k

Summary: Qrow was what most of society would call a small-town criminal. But to those oppressed, he hoped only to be a healer. In an effort to make a change in the world, he moves from kingdom to kingdom, searching for branded omegas in need. His goal? To turn the derogatory words the reformatories forced them to bear on their skin into works of art.

Then one day, his past catches up to him in the form of Taiyang, his former best friend, with a brand of his own stained onto his skin and a plea for help in his eyes. Qrow has no choice but to answer, even if it means he’d have to face his mistakes once and for all.

[An ABO-style universe in a modern-day style Remnant. No Grimm, because people are the real monsters in this one]

Ao3 Link: Hang...

Qrow was thirty-two when it finally happened.

He was working out of Mantle on the cusp of winter. The bustling, compact metropolis had become a bit of a mainstay for him over the years, thanks to his connections with the Omega Alliance. The political party had formed half a decade ago, heralded by none other than Robyn Hill. The movement was quickly becoming a worldwide spectacle, with more factions forming in every major city of the four kingdoms almost every week. With the main branch strategically close to Atlas though, it had become a media-struggle to both stay in the spotlight and to silence the oppressed.

It was just the kind of thing that might turn the tides for omega rights once and for all.

However, for Qrow, the Alliance had become a bit of a safe haven. The group had welcomed him in with open arms and encouraged him to continue his work, with the stipulation the Alliance would be endorsing the rebranding efforts in their press conferences and rallies. In turn, he was given a ‘secret nesting spot’ no matter where he seemed to travel to and a donation fund that kept him so well off, Tai stopped trying to measure his waistline with his eyes whenever he came to visit. All the while, his anonymity was kept intact and his clientele full.

It seemed like an eternity since he’d been able to live so comfortably.

Which led him to where he was that fateful day. The Greenleaf Inn was a well-sized, three-star hotel that always conveniently had its mini-suite open whenever he was around. The bed alone was worth its weight in lien, but the mini-bar fridge and spa tub made him feel like he was a king. The extra space also allowed for more pleasant accommodations for his clients.

That day, he was working with a young journalist by the name of Forest. He was a chatterer and a bit of a political enthusiast, his support for the Alliance borderline fanatic. Most of their time was spent discussing current events.

“Vacuo’s press conference is all in an uproar. Pride leader Kali can’t even get a word in edgewise; no one’s listening to her. It’s all looking pretty bad – then her Alpha gets to his feet. He’s like a monster of a man – wider than a truck and tall as a house. Everyone shuts up when he clears his throat and says his mate has something to say. Then he just sits down and lets her talk. Sienna reported that Kali turned into a real lioness and took charge!” Forest mimicked the swiping of claws. “It was spectacular! But of course, the headlines are all about what Ghira did and Kali’s performance is just a side note. It’s always about the alphas – uh, no offense.”

Well maybe discussing was too strong a term. “None taken.” Qrow replied offhandedly from the floor, more concerned with getting the arch of the fox’s face just right where it curled over the shin bone. He wasn’t even sure Forest heard him anyways.

“Suppose the end result is what matters though. Vacuo was the last agenda we needed to be on. Now we’re ensured the UFK really starts discussing omega affairs this winter. And I think-”

He never did find out what Forest thought – because a rapping on the door cut him off. Qrow turned off his pen, wary as he got to his feet. It wasn’t typical he got visitors out of the blue.

Then a voice shouted from the other side. “Harbinger, hurry up!”

“May?” Forest sat upright.

Qrow was already across the room in two strides, throwing open the door. The blue-haired omega was in a state, her scent bleeding panic as she cut right to the chase, “You need to get out of here! The police are in the lobby, looking for you!”

“What?!” He barked, heart rate skyrocketing. “But how?”

May pushed him back, hurrying inside. “Don’t know. Joanna’s trying to stall, but we only got a few minutes at most before this place is crawling. What do you need? Forest, you too, get up!”

The reporter seemed to snap out of his daze, jumping to his feet. “Why don’t we just hide in another room?”

“That might work for you, but not him. They’re gonna raze this place from the ground up.”

“Then hide him. I’m going down the stairwell.” Qrow insisted, having already thrown his kit back together and snapping the case closed. He got to his feet, pulling his scroll from his pocket. “Here. Destroy it.”

She looked from the device to him, uncertain. “But I can help-”

“No.” He barely withheld the growl. “You’re a lead member of Atlas’ branch. They see you helping me and the kingdom’s gonna run with the bad press. You don’t need that, especially not with the UFK assembly so close.”

For one long terrible moment, he was certain she was going to keep arguing. But any bluster was blown out with a heavy sigh and a helpless, “Good luck.”

He was going to need it.

“Shit.” Qrow cursed as he caught a gander of the lobby floor from the little window in the stairwell door. The place was crawling. He could already see a pair of officers at the elevator doors. There was almost definitely one at every exit point as well.

He backed up, trying to think. There was no way he was getting out undetected and the moment they started questioning him or asking for identification, he was going to be in trouble. He thought about reconsidering Forest’s idea – but even if they played a game of Scooby Doo chase with the cops, it wasn’t going to be long before they caught sight of him. He couldn’t just go up to his room and wait for the inevitable either.

He was trapped. His only hope was if he spontaneously learned how to fly.

Unless… He tilted his head up, looking at the flights of stairs. Which went all the way up to the roof.

The buildings weren’t that far apart.

It was crazy. But, it might be his only chance.

Qrow shoved his tattoo kit underneath the last stairwell, pushing it in the corner until the black case was hidden in the shadows. It would be too heavy to take with him. He’d just have to hope no one would be able to find it in the meantime. Appeased, he rushed up the stairs, trying to take several at a time. He was about halfway up the third when he heard the first-floor door open. He froze.

“You really think he’ll come down this way?” A voice, high and reedy, floated up from below.

The other voice was gruff and masculine. “You heard the chief, Viola. She wants all exits covered.”

“Just seems excessive Taylor. All of us for a guy not even hurting anyone.”

“Rookie, I’ll give you some advice: the judgment calls are for the courts. We just need to do our jobs. And yours right now is to get to that top floor in case our perp makes a break for the roof, capeesh?”

She sighed. “Got it.”

The first footfall hit the steps.

Qrow thought about it for half a second – and then he bolted.

Surprise was on his side, because it took the officers a precious few seconds to understand before their shouts rang up and they started chasing after him. He could hear Taylor fumbling with a radio, calling for backup. By that point, Qrow was bypassing the second floor and heading toward the third.

“Stop! Police!” Viola’s voice cracked on the yell.

He felt kind of bad, scaring the newbie. Had he had any breath left, he might have shouted back an apology. As it were, all his focus went onto the stairs in front of him, trying his best not to fall as he climbed five… six… seven… eight-

Bam!

The roof access door swung open and hit the brick. He paused long enough to scope his options –apartment complex to the left, half a story lower, flat rooftop; warehouse to the right, higher, guardrail fencing on the perimeter – before he made a decision and skirted left. The ground underneath him was slippery from rainfall that had frosted over with late autumn’s crisper temperatures, so he struggled for traction, preparing to jump.

“Don’t do it!” Viola yelled just as he did it.

For a moment, as he leapt over ten feet through the air, nothing below but a sharp drop to the alleyway, he felt weightless and free. He really was flying.

And then realty was rushing up to meet him as his feet hit the opposite roof, slipped on the ice, and slipped again when his hands weren’t enough to catch him. The impact, mostly taken on his right side, was jarring and left him a little breathless and aching. Still, he was able to stand a few moments after, turning back to look at the officers staring down at him across the gap.

“Ha! Better luck next time turkeys!” Qrow saluted them before he strut towards the roof hatch. Now all he had to do was-

Wait.

Why was everything spinning?

The distant sound of cars was fading, and as he lifted his hand to his face, he watched it double before his eyes.

Shit. He was gonna-

The ground rushed up to meet him a second time, having just enough consciousness left to land on his back.

He watched the sky above him until the last star blinked out.

She’d been staring at him for the past five minutes.

He could just barely see her above the pages of the newspaper he was pretending to read. He figured she would eventually go and pester her dad, just one room over and making quite a racket in the kitchen as Tai no doubt overdid it in trying to be the perfect host (and would only try harder if Qrow told him it was no big deal). But the longer he tried to wait her out, the more it became obvious his niece had a mission and he was part of it.

Eventually he folded – both the newspaper and his resolve – and turned to her, trying not to be appear as intimated by a mere child as he actually kind of was, “Something wrong?”

Yang lifted her chin up high, stomped her way over from the staircase to his little corner of the couch, and slammed a box of markers down on the coffee table. “Make me pretty.”

“Huh?”

“Like daddy.” She said with great exasperation. She climbed up beside him and with the lack of shame only children could have pulled off the shirt of her PJs and turned so her back could face him. “I want to be pretty too.”

Understanding slowly dawned on him. “Shouldn’t we ask your dad first?”

“I did, he said it was fine.” She hadn’t but Tai thought it was too adorable to be mad about it.

“Alright then.” Qrow turned, pulling a blue marker from the box. But when he turned back to face her, the pen was now black and Yang was two years older. “What do you want this time firecracker?”

“A motorcycle!” She shouted, bouncing excitedly.

He laughed, draping her long hair over her shoulder. “A motorcycle? Now what would a girl like you want that for?”

“I’ma get one when I’m older. Daddy said! I can get a real motorcycle when I turn eighteen.” She told him.

He uncapped the marker. “And that’s what you want, huh?”

“Yep.” She nodded. “He said I could get a real tattoo too, as long as I think really hard about it since this one won’t come off in the bath.”

Qrow started to outline the wheels. “That’s right. You want to make sure it’s something you want forever.”

“Once I decide, you’ll do it for me, right?”

The words halted him momentarily, overcome by the sudden fondness filling his heart. “’Course I will.”

“You swear?” Yang turned her head, trying to look serious but only managing to look adorably pouty. “Even if they pop out your eyes?”

The snort of surprise burst out of him. “It’s scratch out your eyes – and yes, even then.” And just so she could know that he meant it, he crossed an X over his heart.

“Good.”

He pressed the marker back to her skin, moving onto the bike’s frame, when Tai called out to him, “Qrow, look!”

He rose his head, looking out across the yard to see the omega holding a square, plywood board between his hands. As he gave the nod, Yang didn’t hesitate to bust her fist right through it.

“Looking good!” Qrow called back, before turning back to Ruby. Draped over his lap so she could reach her toys, she was making little action noises with her mouth as she crushed Bastinda underneath Zwei’s massive paws. He was just adding the color to the fur of the corgi version on her back.

A sharp movement had Bastinda flying down the porch steps and a stripe of white going all over her back. Luckily, six-year-olds weren’t picky.

“Bye, bye mean witch.” Ruby waved before she started taking her wolf on a walk along his side. “Uncle Qrow, who’s your favorite?”

He wrinkled his nose, trying not to think of the shoddy reboot that was slowly destroying the integrity of the original. Still, he answered honestly, “Rosette.”

“Why?”

“’Cause she was the big hero.” He explained. “I wanted to be just like her growing up.”

Her eyes lit up. “And now you are her, right?”

He quirked a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Daddy told me that’s why you’re gone so long, ‘cause you’re out making the world a better place.” Another stripe went down her back. She blinked curiously. “Why’d your face go all red?”

“Ah, nevermind that! Hey, you know what this needs?” He looked away, grabbing at the pink marker.

It was the same color his cheeks had been by the time he was turning back around, no longer outside but sitting up in Ruby’s room, consoling the sniffling ten-year-old the only way he knew how.

As he added to the growing chain of roses growing along her shoulder blades, he said, “Don’t let them get to you kid.”

“But it’s not fair! I’m way faster at running bases than Cardin, but they made me sit on the bench the whole time! I didn’t even get to play.” She swiped angrily at her eyes.

If Qrow listened real hard, he could hear Tai’s voice rising from downstairs. The phone call didn’t seem to be going well. “You’re right, it’s not fair at all. Do you know why your teacher did that?”

“Because,” Ruby buried her face in her pillow, the rest coming out muffled, “I’m going to be an omega and omegas don’t do great things.”

He was glad she couldn’t see his scowl. “Who told you that?”

“Everyone knows that.”

“I don’t.” He capped the marker, setting it aside before shifting on his knees, brushing back her hair with his fingers. “Because I’ve met omegas from all over the world, and so many of them are doing great things every single day. Dangerous things even, all so that they can make things more fair for everyone. They’re some of the bravest people I know.”

She rose her head. “Really?”

“Really. But you know what the big secret is?” He lent back, tapping his scent gland. “It doesn’t matter what’s here.” He tapped his head. “It matters what’s in here. As long as you put your mind to it and work hard at it, then there’s nothing you can’t do.”

Ruby considered this, asking, “You’re not just saying that?”

“Hey now, take it from the alpha who can draw. I know my stuff kiddo.”

It earned him one of the few things she seemed to share with her dad – a bright, beautiful smile. But as she went to a respond, a knocking on the door drew his attention.

Qrow blinked blearily at the cell doors where the guard was banging his nightstick against the metal. “Branwen, up! You got a visitor.”

Gingerly, he pulled himself up, his healing ribs screaming in protest at the movement. It took several moments longer before he could actually stand and shuffle his way out the door, following the guard down the hall. He kept his head down, not wanting to meet eyes with any of the other prisoners.

Since he was injured, he was being kept in the protective custody side of the prison. It had its bonuses – he didn’t have to share a cell or run through the motions the general population side did. He also didn’t have to cuff up when they let him out of his cell, mostly because they couldn’t get them on around the sling. The downside was the PC side of the jail was also where the most violent criminals were kept. There was one inmate in particular who-

“Oh little bird, you’ve come fluttering my way yet again.” Tyrian jeered.

-particularly got on his nerves. Qrow didn’t look up, but that didn’t stop the fierce growl from leaving his throat. The serial killer only cackled at his display.

If this was what it was like in here, he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d survive once he was reassigned into GP. A whole room full of alphas, all of them constantly competing for dominance, was a disaster waiting to happen. Not for the first time since he’d arrived, did he start wishing he’d presented differently. He’d have better chances in an omega-beta prison.

So preoccupied he was by his anxious thoughts, he’d forgotten entirely why he was out of bed in the first place until he was walking into the visitor’s area. The section was marked by a row of doors, each one leading into a small room that had nothing more than a few chairs and a wooden counter separated in half by bulletproof plexiglass. There was a metal, slated ring in it to allow the two parties to talk.

The guard unlocked the rightmost room, saying, “You’ve got one hour,” before swinging open the door.

Seeing a familiar face, even if it was only Clover Ebi’s, filled him with so much joy he could have cried.

The soldier was all smiles for him, though the cursory look over he gave him left a twist of worry at the corner of his eyes. “Hey Qrow. I’m so relieved to see you. You look… rough.”

“What gave that implication? The fractured wrist or the three broken ribs?” He replied tightly, delicately sitting down. “Suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you know my name either.”

“’Fraid everyone does at this point. You’re all over the news.”

He grimaced. “Internationally?”

“If I said no, would it make you feel better?”

“Not if I know you’re lying.” Gods, Tai was probably having a heart attack right now. And the girls… he wondered if they even fully understood what was going on. He raked a hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

Clover’s expression was one of sympathy. “Hey, it’ll be alright. Now that I’ve found you, we can get you a good lawyer, rather than the pro bono one they appointed you to. Robyn’s already running rallies in the streets of every kingdom and donation rings to hire the best in the business. And Fiona’s calling about a dozen firms a day. She’s already got-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Qrow cut him off, disoriented. “Slow down trigger. I get I’m not in a great position, but isn’t that a bit excessive for a small end criminal court case? And anyways, it’s not like I’m going to trial tomorrow.”

His flippancy only seemed to make the omega more agitated as he lent back, running a hand over his face. “Oh shit. They didn’t assign you a counsel, did they?”

“I’m not that depressed.”

“A legal counsel Qrow!” He scoffed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Okay, now he was so off-track he wasn’t even sure he boarded the train. “Am I… missing something?”

With a deep breath, Clover schooled his features, resting his arms along the tabletop to lean forward. “Qrow, your crime is being considered as a global offense. They’re expediating your case through the process so you can be tried at the UFK.”

Realty cracked and shattered around him.

“W-What?!” He squawked, panic setting in immediately. “Are you fucking serious?!” When the other could only offer him a solemn nod, Qrow withdrew, dropping his head onto the table and curling his one good arm around his face, as if it would be enough to shield him from the future. “Oh Gods. Oh fuck.”

He was screwed. Utterly and royally.

The UFK, or United Four Kingdoms, assembly was a yearly session of the kingdom’s four heads of state and their councils. Mostly it was a peace gathering, a way to discuss the improvements or needs of each kingdom and provide support or discuss any eco-social changes that may need addressing. It was why the Alliance had been so prominent in recent months; so that the four heads might talk about potential alternations to omega rights. A discussion that had not been gaining enough, if any, traction in the past few years. That was why Robyn had organized the ‘Prides’ – a central team in each kingdom whose sole job was to attend the national press conferences and make a loud enough roar that the council would have to take notice. Each one had done a fantastic job, and the news channels had been bustling with stories about how this year’s session would absolutely have to focus on the matter of omega equality.

And in one fell swoop, Qrow had ruined that.

Trials weren’t unheard of at the UFK, but they were extremely rare. In the eighty years the assembly had been convening, there’d only been three prior cases that had gone to court there and each one had had a huge impact on universal laws. If he was tried and convicted, there was no telling what impact his case would have.

A tapping on the glass made him look up tentatively.

Clover’s jaw was set with determination. “It’s okay, Qrow. We’re here to help you.”

“No!” He sat up, gritting his teeth around the pain it caused him. “None of you should get involved! I can’t drag you down with me.”

“Qrow, think for a minute – do you really believe your arrest was just a coincidence?”

That drew him up short. “I…”

“Face it, you’re not exactly impossible to locate. Someone’s probably known where you were for a while and they were just waiting for the perfect moment to bring you in.” He indicated the air around them. “And this is it. The absence of counsel, the lack of prep time, keeping your whereabouts classified. It all adds up. They’re trying to turn you into a scapegoat.”

It was hard logic to beat. Qrow wasn’t exactly uninformed on just how messed up the legal system could be – and the more involved he’d gotten with his work, the deeper the rabbit hole just seemed to go. But to have it be twisted onto him in such a way, like he was merely everyone else’s plaything, made him feel violated.

He wondered how his mother would have felt, seeing him like this.

“So now what?” Qrow finally asked.

“Now, we fight back.” Clover replied assuredly. “Your case could be a gamechanger for omegas everywhere. We aren’t just going to lie down and watch it happen.”

He snorted. “So you’re turning the scapegoat into a martyr.”

“No.” The soldier declined, then added with a quirk of his lips, “We’re turning you into our harbinger.”

It took Qrow a moment to get it. Then he laughed.

A harbinger of change. There might just be some hope left after all.

Three days later, he met his defense attorneys.

Pietro was a kindly, wheelchair-bound beta with thirty years of experience. The minute the man started talking, it was obvious he knew his stuff as he lined out what to expect for the court process and what laws that may entangle them from certain kingdoms they might have to prepare for. Things Qrow hadn’t even considered, like operating a business out of a building with only a residential grade fire system – a law the more wildfire prone Mistral took very seriously.

His understudy was named Rhodes. Also a beta, as all lawyers were, the man had only a few years on Qrow himself, but he had a sharp wit and passionate aspiration for justice. He spent most of the time keeping a detailed note log on the things being said, explaining it would help them decide on the best strategy to use when they were in front of the UFK.

“The most difficult thing we have to contend with is time.” Rhodes affirmed. “Unlike most high-profile cases handled in the courts, the kingdoms aren’t going to allow the hearing to go beyond a single day so it doesn’t interfere with the other agendas they have to get too. That means limited evidence presentation and witness testimonies. We’ve got about eight hours to prove you’re an innocent man, which means every second in that room is going to count.”

Qrow swallowed hard. “What about the jury? They on a time limit too?”

“No. The jury are the councils.” Pietro explained. “The members of each kingdom’s council board will give their verdict, and it’s the majority vote of each council that decides their verdict. As long as you get a unanimous majority, you’ll be given your verdict. So, our focus will need to be on swaying each kingdom individually.”

Yeah. No pressure.

Rhodes tapped the end of his pen on the desk between them. “As you can see, it’s a bit of a balancing act. Ideally, our witness testimonies need to come from all over. If you can get us even just a moderate list of people from each kingdom you believe would be willing to speak for you then we can scope out the best choice from each one.”

“Perhaps.” The elder beta intoned, rubbing his chin. “Though Vale may not need any pushing. Our focus should truly lie in targeting the kingdom’s core values.”

“We also need to make sure to address the issues with improper due process.”

“A fine point.”

“I hope you both know I’m barely keeping up with this.” Qrow admitted.

Pietro smiled forgivingly. “Don’t worry your head about it, my boy. Just focus on giving us everything we can possibly work with to keep you out of jail. Do you have any family or friends who might speak on your credibility of character?”

There was only one person that came to mind – and there was no way he would even dare suggest Tai to spill his whole story for millions to hear.

“No.” He replied shortly.

“Not even-”

“Really. No. My old man’s a deadbeat. I haven’t seen my sister in over a decade. And unless these things come with a séance, my mom ain’t gonna have much to say either.” He lent back, shrugging his good shoulder. “As for friends, I haven’t exactly been living stably to form many close relationships. ‘Fraid I won’t be much use on that list either – never kept a detailed record to keep my clients safe. But, I know someone who just might be able to rally up a few.”

Pietro nodded. “Then let’s start there.”

Thankfully, that was the last time they asked him about family.

One day short of a week later, he was visited by someone other than his attorneys.

This time, the sight of a familiar face did actually make him cry, even if Tai immediately laid into him.

“You jumped off a roof?! What in the Gods’ Realms were you thinking? You could have died!” Tai smacked his hand on the table for emphasis. He wasn’t even sitting, too agitated to. Had the glass not been separating them, he was pretty sure he would have been in for the ear pinching of his life. “Are you okay, or did the fall knock out what little brain cells you have left?!”

Yet, the omega’s worry was so strong, Qrow could scent it through the little holes in the metal ringlet. It was familiar and more comforting then even a single second locked up in this awful place could even marginally hope to feel like. So, he broke down harder.

Tai sighed and gave up, dropping his forehead against the glass. Qrow struggled to reign himself in, but the days had been too long, too awful and too terrifying to stop the broken dam. The most he managed to get out was a wobbly, “m’sorry.” As he curled himself over the desk.

They hovered there, in silence.

Then, for the second time in his life, Tai purred at him, “I‘m here. You’re okay.”

It was like being draped in an extra soft blanket or pulled into an exceptionally warm hug, something he felt from the inside out. The shakes started to fade and the tears slowed to a drizzle, and then even that went away.

When he lifted his head, Qrow could almost pretend the outburst hadn’t happened at all. “Sorry, meds I’m on just make me emotional.”

“Sure they do.” Tai let him lie, finally taking his seat with the heavy gracelessness of someone who just got off an overnight flight.

While there were at least a dozen questions he wanted to ask, the most prominent came forward first: “Where are the girls?”

“In the waiting room. Ruby got scared. Somehow she got it in her head you’d be crippled.” He gave him a disdainful look, “Can’t imagine why she’d think that.”

He hid his grimace behind a smile, “Shoulda just told her birds my age can fly.”

It was the wrong thing to say as Tai scowled. “Don’t joke! Seriously, I can’t believe how idiotic that was. You’re lucky that little stunt only resulted in a few injuries.”

“Well, I ain’t feeling very lucky.” He snapped back. “Seriously what did you want me to do?”

The omega threw up his hands. “Not try to kill yourself! Do you know how terrified I was?! And then I couldn’t find you no matter how many jails and hospitals I called and I thought-!” His shoulder dropped. “I don’t know what I thought.”

But Qrow knew. He knew exactly what kind of worst-case scenarios must have played through his head when suddenly Qrow was all over the headlines after he tried to escape police arrest and was transported to a nearby care facility for his injuries, only to then disappear completely, the system deliberately hiding him to secure him for the big case. It wasn’t until he’d started meeting with Pietro and Rhodes that he’d learnt just how many infringements of his rights there’d already been. He wasn’t even supposed to be in a prison without being tried first. They were trying to work it into his case.

“If it weren’t for Robyn I never would of even of found you.”

Qrow’s confusion spiked. “Wait, how do you know her?”

“I don’t. She called me off your scroll.” So much for destroying it. “Once she got me in the loop, I took the first flight over I could.”

He didn’t know whether to feel thankful, or violated.

Wait.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Robyn was the one he’d directed his attorney team too. “She didn’t tell you anything else, did she? About the trial?”

“She just told me you were going in for it soon and that you could use some support.” Tai replied. “They aren’t really letting anyone in to see you if they can’t show that they’re family. I had to bring Yang’s birth certificate just to get in here.”

(Qrow might have cited Clover – if he wasn’t fairly certain the man could get himself into anywhere on badges and charisma alone.)

Still, relief swept through him. By whatever graces of the Gods there were, it sounded like Robyn had played him straight on this one. She must have figured out why he’d chosen not to disclose that information himself – and of that he could be grateful. He’d rather spend a hundred years in jail then let any of his family take the stand.

Now he just had to make sure Tai didn’t screw the pooch instead.

“Just be careful with that little tidbit. If the press gets a whiff of it, they’ll be all over you.” He warned.

If anything, Tai seemed insulted. “I’m not afraid of some headliners. I can handle it.”

“Can the girls?” The statement drew the omega up short. Qrow felt bad, playing that card, but it wasn’t like reporters had a moral compass. “Just being realistic. This case isn’t exactly coasting quietly under the table, and the last thing I want is my family being dragged into it all ‘cause of my mistakes.”

“They’re not mistakes.”

“Renegade behavior then.”

“You-!” Tai sighed, running a hand down his face frustratedly. “Stop that. You’re not a joke, you know?”

It was Qrow’s turn to draw up short, heart catching in his throat.

Tai barreled on, unconcerned with his organ transplant. “I’m proud of what you do. More than that, I believe in what you do. You make a difference, every day, even if it seems small. You wouldn’t have risked so much, if you didn’t think that yourself. So will you please try to trust in that, so you can tell those judges where to shove it?”

Still stuck in limbo, his heart pressed insistently against his voice box, willing him to say those accursed three words that desperately wanted to burst out. Instead, all he managed was a wheeze of laughter, and a quiet, “I will.”

“Good.” Satisfied, Tai got to his feet. “I’m going to go get the girls, okay?”

“Okay.” He watched him head for the door, calling just as he opened it. “And Tai?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thank you.”

For supporting me.

For being here with me.

For always knowing just what I need to hear.

He couldn’t decide on what was most important to say, so it all got stuck just like before.

Tai smiled like he’d heard them all regardless. “Anytime.”

“Are you ready, my boy?”

Qrow looked away from the airship window, where the Amity Tower was looming, to Pietro’s kind smile. It did little to calm the storm in his stomach. “Pretty sure no one’s ever ‘ready’ for this. My whole life’s about to be decided by a bunch of rich assholes who’ve probably never used the word ‘struggle’ in their lives.”

“Then I suppose it’s up to you to define it for them.”

He scoffed, falling back against the glass. “Hate to tell you this wheels, but English was my worst class.”

That at least earned him a hearty laugh. “You know there’s a saying among us lawyers: You don’t cry until it’s all over. So for now, keep your chin up and fight hard.”

Would be an easier fight if it didn’t feel like he was armed with only a pocketknife going against a trove of machine guns. Still, he couldn’t deny the weight of that sentiment. Especially knowing there was so much more to this fight than just what would happen to him.

Momentarily, as he shut his eyes, he could see Ruby. Coming home with tears streaming down her face after being told she wasn’t good enough to play baseball like the other kids. What if her fears were realized and she did present omega? What if she didn’t and, beyond all expectation, Yang did instead? What if one day, someone decided to throw either one of them into a reformatory and he wasn’t there to overwrite the wrongs?

The idea made him sick inside.

He rose up, facing Pietro once more. “Alright then, let’s do this.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Qrow tried to hold onto that feeling of confidence as long as he could as he continued to watch Amity Tower draw near. Like a beacon welcoming travelers to its side, the building stood alone on the seaside of the most northern part of Sanus. It wasn’t really a tower – it was more akin to a concert hall in size and shape. But it got its name from the spire that shot up in the middle of the roof. The decorative piece was meant to mimic the communication towers that each kingdom built to allow for scroll communication across the nations. A display that proclaimed this place would always be a venue in which the kingdoms could speak freely to one another.

As they began their descent towards the airstrip, he finally noticed the crowd. Circling Amity like a school of sharks were dozens upon dozens of people. They were spilling out along the grand front steps and thickly congested across the massive lawn area to the point barely a patch of green could be seen.

“What in all realms is going on?” Qrow breathed. He’d expected a few news reporters, sure. But nothing like this.

Before he could answer, Pietro’s scroll began to ring. He was quick to answer it. “Ah Rhodes, got here safely then? How are the witnesses doing?”

“Everyone is settled and prepared.” He replied assuredly. “Heard you guys were touching down, so I figured I’d warn you about the protest group.”

“Group?” Qrow echoed. “That’s an army. What are they even protesting?”

“Your arrest.”

His head snapped around; eyes wide.

Rhodes continued, unaware, “They’re all omegas or omega supporters from every nation in Remnant. They’ve been gathering here for days.”

“Incredible.” Pietro declared, adjusting his spectacles. “In all my years, I’ve never seen something quite like this.”

The rest of the conversation faded to background noise as he turned back towards the window, something unexplainable but good lifting him. Somewhere inside of him, he knew they weren’t really here for him, but what he represented. He was a loose cog in the machine, a shift from the system, a shield against the onslaught of endless ammo. Or, as Clover had jokingly coined, their harbinger of change.

Yet it didn’t stop him from feeling overwhelmed with support as the doors to the airship opened and the roar of cheers started up. It was a massive, thunderous noise that shook him to his very core then solidified there like an unbreakable diamond, giving him strength he hadn’t had just minutes ago.

Even as he was led out in cuffs, barred between two officers, he found himself walking tall. Like land making way for a river, the crowd parted for them. Some were carrying signs that said things like ‘Justice for Qrow’ and ‘Branwen can win’. There was even a really ridiculous one that said ‘Uncage our bird!’, complete with an illustration of a crow in a birdcage.

They made him smile, as did the few encouragements that he managed to pick out from rumble of hollers trying to reach him.

“You got this!”

“We’re here with you!”

“Your story’s not over yet!”

He carried it all the way up the stairs and through the entrance. Yet, as the large ornate double doors swung closed behind him, it muffled most of the noise.

Silenced once more.

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the1918 · 5 years ago

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(The actual ask reply got fucked up with the read more cut, so posting here!)

Alright, so.

Set the scene: Steve and Bucky pined like crazy but did not have an actualized relationship in the 40s. But it’s the 21st century now -- and Bucky has worked through enough of his issues post-Hydra recovery that he’s pretty stable, mentally -- and they’re still pining, still clueless idiots for each other. They touch and scent each other a lot more than average friends do, but that’s been the case with them since they were kids. Oh, and this pining is e-x-t-r-a tropey because they share an apartment in Avengers Tower, because of course they do, and of course they were room mates omgggg.

Ok, now that we’ve set the scene, give me allllll the A/B/O tropes:

Steve Rogers is a virgin -- because of course he is, I’m exactly that self-indulgent

Steve Rogers is a virgin because he was too sickly before the serum to have heats (wasn’t promiscuous besides), was given suppressants by the army during the war, and after he woke up from the ice and started to have actual heats he never found an alpha he trusted enough to help him through it

Steve Rogers is a blushy as shit virgin

But Bucky doesn’t know any of this.

And yes, in this ABO universe it is painful as shit for an omega to go through a heat alone, but Steve Rogers is nothing if not a stubborn idiot. I think Bucky just assumes that Steve probably found heat partners in the past. As much as Bucky wants it, the fact remains that he’s not Steve’s alpha, so even though the mental visual of another alpha touching Steve is too much for Bucky to handle, he tamps the thought down to be a good friend.

When this all starts to go down, I think that it probably takes Bucky a good bit longer than it should for him to pinpoint exactly why it is that Steve smells so different, so extra good--but in Bucky’s defense, he’s never actually smelled the scent of Steve in pre-heat before.

It’s probably not until Bucky notices his own behavior -- hovering around Steve, keeping an eye on him to make sure he’s eating plenty, taking mental stock of every alpha in every room that Steve walks into -- that Bucky finally puts two and two together and realizes that Steve is going into heat, soon. And then once Bucky does realize it, he probably tries to avoid being in tooclose proximity to Steve, especially as Steve gets closer to entering full heat. Bucky doesn’t want to overstep or make Steve uncomfortable.

But then one day, Bucky’s in their kitchen and Steve comes in, says he wants to ask him something. From the smell of him, Bucky gives Steve maybe 24 hours before he’s in full heat. He wonders if he should make himself scarce for a few days or if Steve is going to be the one to go, go find whatever heat partner he’s got and get fucked for a week straight, take another alpha’s knot one or two dozen times, and-- and Bucky has to put his coffee mug down before he crushes the ceramic handle to dust.

He maintains his cool, lets Steve talk. But Steve is nervous, nervous and blushy and adorable (trope!) like Bucky has never seen him before.

“Bucky, I…” Steve begins. He looks down nervously, and Bucky thinks that the way Steve’s lashes kiss against the flushed tops of his cheeks should be illegal.

Steve’s anxious, a lot; he can’t quite meet Bucky’s eyes. Bucky doesn’t like things that make Steve anxious.

“What is it, Stevie?”

Steve finally gets to talking but he stutters, is flustered. “I was wondering if—and it’s okay if you don’t want to! I know everything must still be really weird for you, and—”

Bucky can’t stop himself from reaching a hand out and cupping the side of Steve’s neck like he does sometimes, wrist against Steve’s scent gland.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Just tell me, you can tell me. Ask what you wanna ask.”

Steve lets out a shaky breath and visibly steels himself, anxious, still, but brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes.

“I wanted to know if you might wanna, um.” His bottom lip is so damn pink where he’s biting down on it. “If you might wanna help me through my heat?” And it’s mumbled and fast but Bucky can hear every word--even though he can’t believe a damn one of them.

Bucky’s awestruck but he’s gotta say something, can’t leave Stevie hanging.

“Stevie, oh, you... fuck, you perfect little doll.” Not something he’s called his friend before. He brushes Steve’s smooth jawline with one thumb and looks at the omega with such fondness that it makes the room feel a little sticky. “Of course I do.”

And a surprised smile lights up Steve’s face, like he wasn’t expecting Bucky to actually say yes. Bucky can’t stop talking.

“Of course I want that. I’m so happy you asked, baby.” Another endearment he’s never used for Steve.

But Bucky needs to know some things, too. Information

“You’re sure about this, Stevie? Why me?” And he doesn’t wanna ask this next, but he’s gotta. “Where’s the alpha—alphas, whoever—that usually stay with you?”

“What?” Steve looks genuinely confused for a moment before he gets it, understands what Bucky means, and the blush that covers his face looks like it must extend far below the neckline of his thin t-shirt. “Oh! Um, no, there was no…”

And then as Steve trails off his eyes get all wide like he’s just realized something, and he looks even more nervous than before. He’s breathing harder, and the anxiety in his scent is back. He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers. He diverts his eyes and makes his whole body smaller.

“Sorry?” Bucky repeats, “why? What you got to be sorry about, baby?”

The endearment slips out again but it does something to the omega this time, makes his eyelashes flutter and his anxious scent mellow a bit. Still, Steve’s nervous; he can’t quite meet Bucky’s eyes.

Again, Bucky does not like things that make Steve nervous, and he gives into the protective urge to crowd Steve in against the kitchen island with his body, hands on either side of him, holding onto the countertops. Steve lets out a little whine that Bucky’s not prepared for, and his hips press into Steve’s before he can stop them.

It’s not actually sexual; Bucky’s just pinning him, keeping him grounded. But still, Steve moans a little, tries to breathe through it.

“I—I’ve always… just.”

And that’s when it clicks with Bucky, that Steve has always toughed out his heats alone.

Steve might be a virgin, he realizes, and he’s asking Bucky to fuck him. Bucky might get to be the very first person to fuck Steve (and the very last, if Bucky had his way). The thought alone makes Bucky want to groan and grind into Steve right there in the kitchen but he keeps it contained, keeps his focus on what Steve needs from him right now.

And besides, it’s just a hunch. Bucky needs to hear it, needs to confirm some things with Steve first and hear Steve really say it.

“Stevie, tell me you want this with me. With me. Don’t say it if it isn’t completely true.”

Steve’s demeanor gets a little frantic at the question. “Yes—yes, Buck. I want it. So much. Please.” And Bucky has to stroke his sides to calm his nerves.

“Okay, thank you. I want it, too. I’m so happy you asked, sweetheart.” Another sweet name, and Bucky just can’t seem to hold them in anymore. “But I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me. No matter what you answer, I promise that I’ll still want to do this.”

Steve looks wary and still nervous but also a little curious, nods.

“Has anyone ever taken you before?”

[ Author interlude: “Taken you” -- not “fucked you”, not “knotted you,” even, yet. Bucky would say it like that because it’s an older way of phrasing it, more polite, something people would have said in the 40s before you could say things like ‘pregnant’ or ‘knot’ on television. ]

Steve’s face is on fire. He shakes his head. ‘No’.

Bucky wants to be a good alpha, needs to keep his omega calm, but it takes everything he’s got to keep his visceral reaction to Steve’s admission contained inside:

Because all Bucky can’t stop imagining how damn pretty Steve is going to look all spread across the sheets, all spread out in the nest that Bucky is definitely about to go build for him

Because Bucky can’t stop planning out how he’s going to take Steve the first time while he’s got Steve’s on his back, looking up at Bucky the first time Bucky makes love to him. Bucky wants to gauge every little expression on Steve’s face when he’s getting fucked, wants memorize every detail about the way Steve looks the first time he takes a knot-- takes Bucky’s knot

Because Bucky can’t stop thinking about all the many and varied ways he’s going to make Steve wail with pleasure, how many times he’s going to fuck the come out of him before the week is over

Because Bucky’s got plans but he’s also got an overwhelming number of lizard brain thoughts--ProtectFuckFeedScentMateBreedBiteKeep

But Bucky keeps it all inside as much as he can because Steve looks anxious about his confession, and that just won’t do.

“Sweetheart.” Bucky leans in even more and presses his forehead against Steve’s, and their lips are a ghost of breath away from touching but he still hasn’t kissed Steve, yet. “Sweeter than sugar, you are.”

Steve brightens at the praise, smiles shyly (trope!). “That-- that’s okay?” he asks, “that I haven’t done this before?”

“Okay?” Bucky repeats. “It’s more than okay, baby. So amazing, saving yourself for me.”

And then Bucky finally closes the gap between their lips. It’s closed-mouth and chaste and both of their lips are the barest bit chapped, but it’s Bucky’s silent promise to Steve, Bucky’s promise that he’s going to be good to him and careful with him but he’s going to give Steve what Steve needs and fuck him silly; fuck him tender.

Bucky’s going to do everything he can to warrant the amount of trust Steve has already given to him.

Other heat thoughts:

Biting/Bonding: They’re not technically a ‘couple’, with the words, but neither one of them has any doubts that this is not something casual, not just a friend helping a friend. They don’t have to say it out loud; Steve is Bucky’s, and Bucky is Steve’s. But Bucky wouldn’t bite him this first time, because that’s a big deal even for ‘Till the End of the Line’ couples, and he wants it but he’d want to wait until Steve’s heat is over to have a clear-headed conversation.

Birth Control: Steve probably gets that sorted out with whatever Avengers medical establishment there is. He does it almost as soon as Bucky agrees to spend the heat together, because as hormone-addled as he is in pre-heat (as much as his lizard brain absolutely wants him to get bred up with Bucky’s babies), he knows that Bucky’s still got some issues to sort through and he’s not ready to be a father, but also, fuck: the thought of Bucky having to wear a condom, of not filling Steve up with every drop that he’s got, is practically painful.

Woosh... that’s a lot of thoughts. @glide-thru thank you for the idea, hope you liked this!

My Masterlist [x]

UPDATE 5/12/20 - This is a fic now!!! [x]

#my fic #my drabbles #a/b/o #stucky #steve/bucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky ff #mcu #captain america #chris evans #sebastian stan #omega!steve rogers #alpha!bucky barnes

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 5 years ago

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Fuck Titles.

Shigaraki and Dabi both see the news at the same time. Dabi getting a alert on his phone due to following the Hawks tag and telling Shigaraki to turn on the TV. It’s a recap by the timethe get to it and the anchor woman praises Keigo for getting back up after going down hard.

Keigo dosen’t stay to let the paramedics check him over, he never does.

Dabi really wants to chalk it up to being a aplha pride thing but he knows keigo is probably already being called away on his headset to assist with the next disaster.

“don’t they ever let him get a break? he just used up aton of feathers and no one even blinks at him going from disaster to disaster?” Shigaraki scowls. He had a bit of a soft spot for Keigo after meeting him a couple times.

“No, they don’t” Dabi sneered. Fucking hero commission, taking the one good hero they had and buring him out.

“He’s coming here tonight.” shigaraki stated watching the alpha he was more than a little attached too get knocked out of the air again. this time in slow motion as a diffrent anchor commented on how pretty he looked as he fell.

“Agreed. I don’t like the idea of him in his apartment alone and possibly injured.” Dabi took out his phone and started rapidly texting.

“let me know what he says.” shig muttered and turned off the TV.

“probably injured, he’s avoiding telling me if he’s hurt and says to tell you we’re cute when you worry.” dabi frowned.

“tell him he’s avoiding the question and thats unattractive in a alpha.” Shigaraki shot back and stood up.

“come on, lets build him a nest to come home too.”

“both of us?” dabi asked as he took a selfie flipping off the camera.

“well he’s been flirting with both of us so he should learn to step up or shut up.” shigaraki’s hand was incercepted on its way to his neck by dabi.

“if you start bleeding keigo will never sit still long enough to get his own injuries checked.” dabi points out.

“stupid fucking alpha.” shigaraki muttered as he dragged dabi into his room. Dabi spent most of his time at the base in here with him anyays so it was bassiclly theirs.

building the nest itself went smother than either expected. Shigaraki was quick to explain why he wanted things a certain way when he changed things and dabi didnt want to change much to begin with. it ended up being half a lesson on nest building and half teasing shaigaraki on how picky he was.

“you cant have the chickling right there, thats got to be another pillow. keigo’s going to be inbetween us so his wings dont hang over the edge.” shigaraki threw the plush at dabi.

when it was done Dabi shoved Shigaraki so he fell back into the nest on one side and he threw himself into it on the other side.

“i still can’t get over how nice these are.” Dabi muttered into the fluff pile.

suddenly there was arm around both omegas and a warm heavy weight across their backs. Keigo’s wings, about half their regular size, one each laying over a omega on either side.

“th-this was for me right? im sorry i just- i didnt thin- are you two?” keigo stuttered and lossened his grip. raising his face out of the blankets where he had speed to flop as soon as he had seen the two omegas and the oversized nest.

neither of them heard Keigo come in to the room.

“you were flirting with both of us so in shig’s words, ‘step up or shut up.’“ dabi relaxed back into the nest again.

“yes it’s for all 3 of us dipshit. let me see your fucking side. you went down hard.” shigaraki decayed keigo’s shirt wihout thinking about it.

keigo stiffened and snapped his wings close to them. covering his sides.

“kei, how bad is it? we can’t patch you up if you dont let us see.” dabi sat up and poked at keigo’s wing. worry seeping into his voice.

“i- its- look-” keigo stuttered before giving up and burrowing his head into the middle of the nest.

“itfsfeneihudtgavefurtits” he refused to raise his head as he tried to reassure them both.

“keigo i swear to god. if your hurt and trying to hide it,” Shigaraki growled deep and menacing.

“im fine, i just have four fucking tits okay?” keigo pulled his head out of the nest.

“i mean i have a second set of pectoral muscles to help with flying. i only scrapped my side earlier and i already got it healed by someone with a medical quirk.

“then fucking let me see it.” Shigaraki carefully pulled at keigo’s wing. he could deal with the extra set of chest muscles keigo had later, right now he just wanted to check on the wound he should have had.

dabi on the other hand had frozen.

“can we go back to the four pecs thing? because i for one would like to see that please.” he tried to play it off likea joke but the scent comeing from him said he as actually very interested in the idea.

keigo sat up in suprise and Shigaraki wasted no time in touching the area he had injured.

“did dabi just say please or was i halucinating from sleep deprivation?” keigo stared.

“yeah i know ive never heard him say it either.” shigaraki leaned back satisfied his alpha was fine.

“okay that’s super hot. i did not know i would be into that.” dabi muttered but laid back down and tugged keigo down with him.

“its weird”keigo muttered and tried gently pulling shigaraki down with them.

“we can prove how hot we think keigo is later when hes slept and can function.” shigaraki outright snuggled close into keigo’s side after he pulled on his gloves.

“right, nap first.”

“you two are crazy, how did i get so lucky?” keigo muttered and fell asleep a few seconds later.

#ShigaDabiHawks #shigaraki tomura #shigadabi #shigahawks #dabihawks #omegaverse #omegadabi #alphakeigo #omegashig #thedarkonewrites

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anotherkpopvictim · 4 years ago

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Heated Love - NamJinGi A/B/O Drabble

(Pic edit by me)

A/N: Soooo, I was trying to figure out what pairing or relationship to write about next, and I thought, why not make a kind of companion fic (to The Scents Of Us - Hoseok X Jungkook X Jimin X Taehyung) with the other three members? You don’t have to have read that one for this one to make sense, though.

This one does not have littlespace like the last one. I just felt like writing something a bit different, so here ya go!

And a very Happy Birthday to Mr. Kim Namjoon AKA our leader AKA our president <3

Relationship: Omega!Seokjin X Beta!Yoongi X Alpha!Namjoon

Rating: M

Words: 2641

Smut, fluff bc I’m me okay

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“No, no, stop!” Yoongi ordered, reaching over to press a button to cut the track. The group of four boys all looked up at him through the window in the recording booth with fear in their eyes. “These harmonies are what’s going to take this song to the next level. Minhyun, you need to focus more on your part, you keep getting distracted by the others. Yejun, I know that you’re not as comfortable singing as you are rapping, but I need you to be a little bit louder, a bit more confident. Siwoo and Sungjin, I need you two to sing just a tad bit quieter so I can really hear the balance in the harmonies.”

The kids - teenagers - nodded swiftly in understanding, anxiety swimming in their eyes. Whether that was because of the pressure of singing perfectly or the unforgiving bluntness known of their producer was up for debate, but it was probably a mixture of both.

Yoongi knew he could come off as harsh and cold sometimes, but it was just that he took his job seriously and didn’t have any time for pointless goofing off or complaining.

The beta took a deep breath and gave the group still standing frightened in the booth a small smile, hoping to ease their obvious nerves. “Hey, you guys are doing a great job,” he said, voice softer than before. “Take ten minutes to yourselves and practice what I’ve just told you, then we’ll regroup and try recording again, alright? You guys are so close to finishing the song.”

The four boys all nodded once more, looking infinitely more relieved thanks to Yoongi’s kind words. Siwoo, the group’s leader smiled back and said, “Thank you, Yoongi-ssi. We’ll work hard!”

Just as the beta left them to their own devices, sitting back in his own chair and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee, there was a hasty knock on his studio door.

Yoongi’s eyebrow rose in surprise. Everyone at the company knew not to bother him with anything while he was in session with a group, not unless it was important.

The beta hurried to open the door and was greeted immediately by his alpha boyfriend and the familiar scent of sandalwood. The sight of him at his studio when he should have been working caused Yoongi’s heart to sink to his stomach in fear.

“Joonie,” Yoongi began, “Is everything okay? Why are you here?”

Before his thoughts could start running wild about what could be going on, Namjoon cut him off. “Hyung, everything’s fine,” he reassured with a smile, “Jin-hyung’s just started his heat early.”

Yoongi let out a breath of relief. “Oh...oh!” he blinked, “But I thought he wasn’t supposed to have one for another few weeks yet?”

Namjoon nodded, but didn’t appear worried, “I think it’s the stress of the workload he’s had at the bakery lately that caused it to come so soon.”

“I told him to take it easy,” Yoongi grumbled, running his hands through his dark locks anxiously. “Taking on catering for five big events in two weeks is insane. Especially with the number of staff he has at the moment.”

The alpha hummed in agreement, “Well, you can tell him all about how right you were later. Right now, we have an omega at home who is on his way to being very angry at us for not being there.”

“Right.”

Yoongi told the four idols still waiting in the recording booth that they would have to pick up where they left off in a few days and gave them a couple more tips to improve their vocals in the meantime. After they’d all left, Yoongi slipped on his leather jacket, mask, and hat - all black, of course - and hurriedly followed Namjoon out of the company building.

“Jungkook and Hoseok-hyung are with Jin-hyung now,” Namjoon explained as he began driving through the city and towards their apartment. “Jin-hyung was feeling kind of strange and called them over to talk, thinking that it was an omega thing he’d never experienced before. When his heat hit, Hoseok-hyung called me to tell me what happened.”

“It usually takes a few days of preheat before his actual heat hits,” Yoongi frowned, “No wonder he was confused.”

Namjoon reached over and settled his hand easily on the beta’s thigh. “Hey, I looked it up already. I promise this is all common in early stress heats.”

Yoongi nodded, placing his hand over the alpha’s to give it a squeeze. “I know, I’m not doubting you. My head just...”

The alpha lifted Yoongi’s hand up to his lips to give it a quick kiss before settling their hands back on the beta’s thigh. “I know.”

Yoongi hated that his anxiety made him feel so crazy sometimes, so jumpy and filled his thoughts with the worst-case scenarios, but his boyfriends understood and never complained about it. He could always see the genuine honesty in their eyes when they told him that they loved him for him and everything that included.

The beta allowed his boyfriend’s familiar, calming scent of sandalwood to ease his worries and keep him grounded as they drove home.

When they arrived, they were greeted at the door by a slightly flushed and disheveled Jungkook who gave them a knowing smile. “He just started nesting a little while ago, Hobi-hyungie’s with him in the bedroom.”

Sure enough, when they entered the bedroom, they found their Seokjin working away at perfecting the nest he was building, adjusting the pile of blankets, pillows, and clothing to his liking. He had the most adorable concentrated pout on his face that his two boyfriends couldn’t help but sigh fondly at.

Hoseok was the first to see them, and he greeted them with a smile just like Jungkook had.

“How bad has it been?” Yoongi asked.

“Not too bad,” Hoseok replied with a shrug. “He was starting to get angry earlier when he remembered you guys weren’t here, but Jungkookie suggested that he start building a nest and it’s kept him busy ever since.”

Namjoon gave his friend a hug, “Thank you for looking after him. You guys are awesome.”

Hoseok grinned that infamous heart-shaped grin of his. “No problem Joon-ah, Yoongi-hyung. We love you guys, we’d do anything for you.”

“You guys, too,” Namjoon replied. “Say ‘hello’ to Jimin and Tae for us, alright? And dinner’s still on for next Friday so don’t forget it.”

“Aye aye, captain!” Hoseok saluted dramatically with a grin. “Don’t have too much fun, yeah?” The omega waggled his eyebrows teasingly before giving both Namjoon and Yoongi pats on the shoulders and departing from the room.

“There you two are!”

The alpha and beta both looked up with wide eyes at the familiar, angry tone. Seokjin had spotted them, it seemed, as he was glaring in their direction with his hands on his hips. His slightly overgrown chocolate locks fell into his eyes and he pushed it out of the way with a huff.

“I’ve been waiting for you for weeks!” the omega pouted. “Thanks for finally showing up, I guess.”

Namjoon went right towards him, arms outstretched. “Don’t be so dramatic, hyung. It’s only been a few hours.”

“Weeks!” the omega insisted stubbornly, whilst simultaneously throwing himself into Namjoon’s arms.

Yoongi sighed fondly and joined them at the bedside. “How are you feeling, hyung? Do you need a cool bath or anything yet?”

The omega’s demeanor changed in an instant as he turned in the alpha’s arms to bring Yoongi into a tight embrace. He wasted no time in nuzzling into the beta’s neck, making sure to leave his scent of strawberries and cream all over him and inhaling his soft scent of a rainy forest in turn.

“I’m okay right now,” Seokjin finally answered, remembering that he’d been asked a question. “Just want my mates.”

Namjoon curled around the omega from behind and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “We’re here now, hyung. And we’re not going anywhere.”

Seokjin nearly purred in contentment at being squished in a Namjoon-Yoongi sandwich. The feeling of being surrounded completely by his mates, in his own house, his own nest, it made his wolf feel utterly safe.

“You know what I do need?” the omega asked, a teasing smile on his face as he glanced at his mates.

“Hm, what?” Namjoon inquired.

“A good fuck.”

Yoongi groaned at the blunt words, his cock already tenting in his pants. “I think that can be arranged.”

The beta lifted both hands to cup the omega’s face and brought him in for a passionate kiss. Seokjin sighed happily and bit teasingly at Yoongi’s lower lip.

Namjoon watched as they continued to make out languidly, their tongues and lips tangling together lovingly. The alpha’s eyes flashed red with desire as his large hands began running up and down Seokjin’s sides. His fingers brushed the soft skin under the omega’s t-shirt (which Namjoon belatedly realized was actually his t-shirt) and felt pride bubble up inside him when Seokjin let out little breathy whines at the feeling. He pulled the shirt off completely, but apparently it wasn’t quite enough for the omega.

“Mm, get in my nest.” Seokjin pouted, “This is taking too long.”

The alpha huffed out a laugh, “We’ll get in, but after that, you’re not going to be making any more demands, sweetheart.”

Seokjin shivered at Namjoon’s deep voice in his ear and smirked. “Make me, alpha.”

There was a sudden flurry of movement and the omega found himself laid out in the center of his nest. Someone was on top of him, between his legs. He expected it to be Namjoon but was mildly surprised when he saw Yoongi looking down at him with a dark, lustful gaze.

Seokjin didn’t fight it when the beta grabbed his hands and lifted them above his head. “Keep them there,” Yoongi ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

Namjoon sidled up beside the two of them, running his hands all over Jin’s torso, from the waistband of his sweatpants to his collarbones. “You’re in a bratty mood today,” he commented, sounding amused.

Yoongi was busy pulling down the omega’s pants and boxers that were getting close to becoming drenched in Seokjin’s slick. The beta tossed the garments over his shoulder nonchalantly, unable to care where they ended up.

“‘M always bratty,” Seokjin remarked with a prominent pout on his plush, pink lips.

The beta snorted, “Can’t argue with that.”

Seokjin opened his mouth once more, probably to make another sassy comeback, but his words turned into a loud moan as Yoongi plunged two fingers into his asshole without warning. It didn’t hurt, of course, because of the copious amounts of slick leaking out of him, but the sudden feeling of being filled with something caught the omega off guard. Not to mention that Yoongi easily found his prostate (thanks to years of getting to know Seokjin’s body) and thrust his long fingers mercilessly against it.

Taking advantage of the older’s opened mouth, Namjoon locked their lips together and growled at the arousal growing in his gut.

“Oh, fuck...” Jin groaned.

The beta looked up at his mates once the omega was thoroughly prepared and took in the delicious sight of them making out. He also noticed that Seokjin’s hands had stayed above his head the entire time, just as he’d asked.

“He’s ready for you, Joon-ah.” Yoongi announced, ignoring the displeased whine Seokjin let out when he removed his fingers from inside of him. “And he’s obviously desperate since he’s actually listening to us now. Give him a good knot to calm him down.”

“Yes, fuck!” the omega all but whimpered, “Give me your knot!”

Namjoon looked over at Yoongi, “You sure I can go first?”

The beta nodded, “I’ll get my turn with him later.”

So, Namjoon and Yoongi switched places, the beta pressing kisses to Seokjin’s lips and the alpha running his hands admiringly over the omega’s legs he now knelt between.

Belatedly realizing that they were still fully dressed, Namjoon nudged Yoongi and the two of them began to strip out of their clothing hastily. Seokjin enjoyed the show until the two of them were completely naked and Yoongi claimed his mouth once more.

Namjoon’s cock always stretched the omega so good and this time was no different. The alpha’s large, thick dick sliding into him gave him slight discomfort - despite the thorough fingering he’d received from Yoongi earlier - but it also felt oh so good.

Seokjin let out little whiny mewls into the beta’s mouth as he waited for his body to adjust. It only took half a minute, and once he felt he was ready, the omega wasted no time in circling his hips to get the alpha deeper.

“’M good, Joonie.” Seokjin assured. “Give me all you have.”

And, really, Namjoon didn’t need to hear it twice. He grabbed the omega’s hips in his hands and pulled back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of him, and then he thrust back in harshly.

The pace didn’t take long to pick up, Seokjin’s body rocking up and down with the force of the movements. “Oh, yeah, that’s it! Right there!” The omega nearly squealed when Namjoon moved his hands to his thighs and lifted him slightly off the bed, the new angle causing the alpha to thrust straight into Seokjin’s prostate.

Yoongi reveled in the heady smell of sandalwood and strawberries and rainy forest, the scent of safety and love. As the omega got closer to his orgasm and became more out of breath, Yoongi shifted his attention from Seokjin’s lips to his neck, where two mating bites sat proudly. He kissed and licked at Namjoon’s bite mark lovingly before moving slightly upwards to his own. His teeth found the healed-over mark and bit gently, just enough to cause the omega to lose it completely.

“Fuck,” Namjoon moaned, “Made him get so tight around me, Yoongi-hyung. Getting so close.”

The beta grinned and turned back to Seokjin, who looked stunning laid back in his nest, naked and sweaty, mouth parted and eyebrows pulled together in pleasure. “He’s almost there, Joon-ah.”

And he was right because within ten more thrusts directly to his prostate and the gentle sting over his bite mark, Seokjin came. He came loudly and all over himself, but he kept his hands held above his head, determined.

“Oh, shit!” the alpha hissed, his sandy blond hair wet with sweat and falling in his face. “Seokjin-hyung, that’s-”

Still riding on the wave of his high, Seokjin whimpered when he felt the alpha’s knot expanding inside of him until the two of them were locked together completely as Namjoon came.

Yoongi pushed the alpha’s hair off of his forehead with one hand and used the other to touch gently over his bite mark on Seokjin. The omega mewled and leaned into the touch easily as he came down from his high.

A few minutes passed in silence as they caught their breath and Yoongi gave them water.

“Love you guys,” Seokjin mumbled with a dazed grin. “Always make me feel so good.”

Yoongi leaned down to kiss him, this time more softly than earlier. Namjoon followed suit before flopping down on the other side of the omega. “Love you, too.”

“Love you,” Yoongi repeated with a gentle smile. “Now let’s cuddle while your heat is sated for a bit.”

Seokjin eagerly pulled Yoongi into his chest, allowing Namjoon access to give the beta a much-needed kiss on the lips.

“I want Yoongi-ah to fuck me next,” Seokjin announced, blunt as always.

The beta snorted as Namjoon huffed out a tired laugh, “I see you’re back to being bratty again.”

Seokjin shrugged, “I want what I want and I have no problem asking for it.”

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A/N: Well damn, that was a ride. I thought it would be interesting to write Seokjin as a bratty omega and I have to say I’m pretty happy with the result, but let me know what you think!

Also, I was planning on ending it here but if you want a second part where Yoongi fucks Seokjin then let me know!

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lopithecusfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Then There Were Three: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Aaron Dingle/Robert Sugden Rating: Mature Word Count: 4169 Alternate: AO3 Summary: “He pulls out the birth control pills. “These are birth control pills. I haven’t taken one yet so you need to make sure I do. I’ll need to take one every day I’m in heat. I’ll be too out of it to remember myself. This is very important, Aaron.” Aaron nods and reaches for them, taking the packet from Robert’s hands and inspecting it.”

One fateful heat at the lodge changes everything for Robert and everyone around him. Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Mpreg

Canon-Typical Violence

Slow-ish burn (only because it follows canon quite closely)

Canon compliant (just with a baby added to the mix)

Somewhat canon divergent (yes I know that contradicts the previous tag)

Alpha Aaron

Omega Robert

Not exactly your traditional omegaverse (I make up my own rules because I'm picky with these things)

with that being said

there aren't enough of these in this fandom

The abuse era will make an appearance later on

But first we have to get through all the previous shit that happened prior

Other Additional Tags to Be Added (probably)

Author's Note: Don’t tell my other wip fics about this one. I just… couldn’t get it out of my head. It’s been a long time since I’ve written smut so, please be gentle with me. Also, I obviously had to change how the lodge scene went for this work. ;) At the beginning of this, Aaron has yet to be told by Paddy what Robert tried to do to him. This is going to follow pretty closely to canon but obviously some things have to change as well. Please heed the tags. I hope you all enjoy!

“It’s only for a few days,” Robert tells Chrissie as he packs up a duffle bag full of clothes. He had made arrangements earlier with Aaron to meet up at the cabin in the disguise of Robert going to a machinery convention. It was going to be a special opportunity for the two of them, Robert having asked Aaron if he would like to spend Robert’s heat together. That’s what Chrissie is mostly worried about now.

“What about your heat?” she asks him as she follows him around. “You’re supposed to start soon.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already taken a suppressant,” he lies.

Chrissie pulls him into her embrace, holding him there, and asserting herself as the alpha who is in charge. “I could always go with you, make sure you’re okay. Suppressants fail sometimes, Robert.” Robert knows she’s trying to come off as seductive but it fails completely. He’s too excited about seeing Aaron.

He wriggles out of her grasp. He’s never actually liked how traditional Chrissie can get with the alpha and omega roles. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever get comfortable with it. “It’s unlikely.” Robert resists the urge to sigh himself when he hears Chrissie do one. “Look, when I get back, we can book a weekend retreat. Make it up for missing my heat.”

“Hmm,” she pulls him in again. “It won’t be as fun as sharing a heat with you but Paris or Barcelona sounds fun.”

Robert plasters on his best, charming smile and kisses her. “If that’s what you want.” He kisses her one last time and that seems to satisfy her. Chrissie leaves him alone after that, allowing him to pack in peace. He smiles when he receives a text from Aaron a few minutes later, stating that he’ll see him there. Double checking that he has the birth control pills snugly in his pocket, Robert drives off, feeling almost giddy about meeting the other alpha.

When he gets to the lodge, Aaron is waiting for him outside, drinking a beer. They banter a little about Robert being late but soon enter the building, Robert looking around. It’s small and not something he would normally choose to spend a heat in but it’s cozy and will have to do. “You know what? I like it,” he comments, heading straight to the bedroom. He presses down on the mattress, already feeling the instinctual need to nest. “Not bad, this.”

Aaron shrugs, beer still in hand. “Yeah, it’ll do,” he says, as if reading Robert’s mind. When Robert looks at him, the alpha squirms, switching his weight from one foot to the other.

Robert chuckles, watching Aaron. “Have you ever shared a heat before?” Aaron purses his lips, pretends to think, and then shakes his head. Robert furrows his brows in confusion. “Never? Not with… Jackson or, what was his name, Ed?”

Aaron shrugs again. “Jackson was an alpha and Ed was a beta.”

Robert nods. “I’ve never been with another omega before,” he says, trying a round-a-bout way of commenting on the fact that Aaron was with someone of the same caste without insulting the alpha. It’s a rarity, for caste members to hook up with each other.

“Wasn’t bad,” Aaron goes on to say. “Besides, after the accident…” he trails off and Robert doesn’t push.

With a deep breath, Robert moves on, facing Aaron and stepping up to him. He pulls out the birth control pills. “These are birth control pills. I haven’t taken one yet so you need to make sure I do. I’ll need to take one every day I’m in heat. I’ll be too out of it to remember myself. This is very important, Aaron.” Aaron nods and reaches for them, taking the packet from Robert’s hands and inspecting it. “Since you’re new to this, I’m going to explain a little bit of what’s going to happen. When omegas are about to go into heat, they start nesting.”

“Nesting?”

Robert nods and walks away, looking the room over. He doesn’t have much time before he starts his heat, so he’s going to have to multitask. “Nesting is when an omega gathers things around them that make them feel safe. Usually it involves things that have their alpha’s scent but if you don’t have an alpha, then it can be anything really.”

“Did you bring something of Chrissie’s then?” Aaron asks, taking a step closer.

Robert tsks, straightening from where he was bent over and smoothing out the duvet. “No.” Robert stares at him, waiting for things to click but when they don’t, he smirks in amusement. “You are completely clueless when it comes to these things.” He laughs and ignores Aaron’s annoyed face. “Since I’m sharing my heat with you, it would be dangerous to bring something with Chrissie’s scent. It could go one of two ways: you destroy whatever it was or you hunt her down and kill her.” He sees Aaron gulp. “Omegas aren’t the only ones who get a little out of it when it comes to a heat.”

Aaron squirms again. He’s clutching onto the little packet of birth control pills as if his life depends on it. “Is that why you don’t smell like her right now?”

He nods. “I made sure to spray myself with a scent dampener. I don’t need you to go off all crazy.” He picks up a lamp off the nightstand. “Now I won’t be able to properly nest but I’ll make do. This is the ugliest lamp I have ever seen. Here,” he holds it out to Aaron. “Get rid of it, would you?”

Aaron takes the lamp and leaves the room. He doesn’t return for a while and Robert starts to wonder what is taking so long. Maybe Aaron is having a little mini freak out. Robert decides to leave him to it. He’s got more important things to worry about. After he digs through the closet and takes out every single sheet and pillow that is there, dumping the contents onto the bed, he looks around the room. Something seems missing. “Aaron!” he calls. It doesn’t take Aaron long to reenter the room. “Where’s that lamp?”

Aaron gestures with his head. “It’s in the other room.”

“What’s it doing out there?” Robert asks, incredulous. He can already feel his body heat rising and slick is starting to form between his legs. “Bring it back.”

“But you-”

“Just bring it back,” Robert snaps and Aaron does as he’s told. When he returns, Robert grabs the lamp and sets it down on the bureau. He studies it for a while before deciding it’s fine there and moves on. He finds some more pillows in the bottom drawer of the bureau. He wonders if the people who rent this lodge out prepare the room for secret rendezvous heats. When he’s done throwing those onto the bed — he’s got quite the pile — he looks around the room one last time. Eyes landing on the lamp, he grimaces and picks it up. “God, get this ugly thing out of here.” He holds it out to Aaron who looks at him in bewilderment.

“Is this how all omegas act during heat?” Aaron asks, voice laced with amusement as he grabs the lamp and leaves the room once more.

Robert smiles after him before looking around the room one last time. He can feel himself being pulled into the haze of heat, his underwear being completely soaked through now. The nest will have to do with how he’s got it. Robert doesn’t have any more time to tweak it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Robert waits until Aaron comes back, rocking his hips back and forth to try and relieve some of the pressure.

It doesn’t take Aaron long to return and Robert watches as the alpha stops to sniff the air. Robert reaches out for Aaron, not being able to hold back any longer. “God, Robert, you smell good,” Aaron says as he approaches.

Robert grabs a hold of Aaron’s waist and buries his nose in Aaron’s stomach. He groans, taking a deep breath in, enjoying the smell of Aaron. He can tell the alpha is already hard, a reaction to Robert’s own arousal. “Need you,” he mumbles against Aaron’s belly, eyes closed and breathing deeply.

Aaron runs a hand through Robert’s hair and down to his chin, pushing him away slightly. Robert whines with the loss. “Okay, hang on,” Aaron says gently, fishing something out of his jean’s pocket. It’s the little packet of birth control. Robert watches as Aaron pops one out and then reaches for a mug of water that he must have placed there sometime earlier. “Take this.”

Robert does as he’s told, swallowing the little pill down with ease. “Now?” he asks, looking up at Aaron through his eyelashes. Aaron’s hand is still on his face, thumb stroking his cheek. With a quick, curt nod from Aaron, Robert quickly unzips Aaron’s trousers and pulls out his cock from his boxers. He wraps his mouth around the head, sucking as he swallows him down.

Aaron groans in pleasure and twists his fingers in Robert’s hair, holding him there as he rocks his hips back and forth. Robert lets Aaron use his mouth as he reaches behind himself, shoving his hands down the back of his own trousers in order to try and get a couple fingers in him, not being able to take the pressure anymore. Aaron notices and pulls out of Robert’s mouth, batting Robert’s hand away from its destination. “Stop,” Aaron mumbles, leaning down. “Let me…” He unbuttons the first few buttons of Robert’s shirt before giving up and just pulling the whole thing off over his head. He then moves onto Robert’s trousers.

“I’ve heard omegas can easily overheat during their heat if they’re not careful,” Aaron casually mentions as he unbuttons and unzips Robert’s jeans. “Is that true?” Robert hears the question, almost even wants to answer him, but all he can think about is getting Aaron’s cock in him. So, when Aaron stops for a second to ask, “Robert?” Robert pushes forward and kisses him on the lips with all he’s got. Aaron gently pushes him back and away, continuing his mission of removing all of Robert’s clothes. When he gets to Robert’s boxers, he moans. “Jesus, Robert, you’re soaking wet already.”

Robert buries his face in Aaron’s neck. “Need you so bad.” He whines, licking a stripe up to his ear. “Please, Aaron.”

“I know. Just give me a sec.” Aaron throws the boxers off to the side and slides out of his own clothes. Robert watches in awe. Aaron really is beautiful. Robert doesn’t know how Aaron isn’t tied down yet with another omega.

Robert whines again, the ache of not being filled starting to act up. He always hated this part of a heat; the cramping that would coincide it if you didn’t have a cock or a dildo to shove up yourself. It makes omegas too dependent on others and as someone who hates to conform to the norm of the castes — yes, Robert does realize the irony in that, considering how many times he’s claimed to be straight and hides the fact that he’s into men as well — he dislikes that his heats make him act like a needy omega who needs a nice strong alpha’s cock up his arse.

He even hated it with Chrissie even though Chrissie likes being a traditional alpha in the relationship. But with Aaron, Robert doesn’t seem to mind it as much. He doesn’t mind giving up a bit of control and just wanting Aaron with all his being. Because with Aaron, it makes Robert want to be free, to be himself.

Robert buries his nose in the hair found on Aaron’s stomach, breathing him in once more. “Hurts.”

Aaron runs a hand through Robert’s hair once again. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He pushes Roebert back and encourages Robert to slide back on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.” Robert does, presenting his arse to Aaron who joins behind him. Two of Aaron’s fingers enter him with ease and Robert can’t hold back the moan. Aaron doesn’t take much time in preparing him. Robert doesn’t need it. Instead, Aaron gathers some of the slick that has run down Robert’s thighs and coats his cock in it before finally pushing inside Robert slowly.

Robert keens, he can’t help it. It feels so good, amazing, and he wants, needs , more. Aaron wastes no time at all before he’s pulling back out and sliding back in, the lude wet sound at the movement only turning Robert on even more. He’s not going to last long, never does during the first round when he’s in heat. There’s just too much pent up arousal to make it last.

Aaron, as if thinking the same, quickens his pace, the slick that Robert’s body naturally produces making each thrust easier and easier. They are both panting loudly, Robert’s arms shaking, and Aaron’s grip on his hips bruising. Robert hopes he won’t have visible marks there but at the moment he really can’t bring himself to care. The haze of heat is too much to think clearly. All he wants is more, more, more.

“Robert,” Aaron gasps. They both are sweating profusely, the exertion of the act taking its toll. “Robert, should I-” Aaron swallows, loud and quick. “Should I knot you?”

“God, yes,” Robert groans because that’s all he wants right now. “Please, Aaron.”

Aaron does, his knot slipping in easily, tying them together. Robert comes then, Aaron’s knot pressing down on his prostate hard. Slick gushes out of him, cock spurting cum onto the mattress. He moans loudly, body shaking with pleasure. He doesn’t even notice when Aaron reaches his own climax, cumming inside Robert. What Robert doesn’t miss is how Aaron’s forehead presses painfully into the back of his neck, most likely to stop himself from biting Robert, marking him as his.

They collapse onto the mattress and Aaron rearranges them so they both are on their side instead of Aaron suffocating Robert. They’ll have to stay like this for a while, at least until Aaron is done and his knot goes down. Robert doesn’t mind much, the haze starting to fade but exhaustion taking over. He succumbs to it, allowing himself to fall asleep in Aaron’s arms.

*~~~*

They fall into a pattern for the next two days. Aaron will fuck him, knot him, then they’ll sleep for about an hour before Aaron gets up and grabs them something to eat. In between the haze, Robert had to make sure to tell Aaron that it was the alpha’s job to make sure the omega was staying hydrated and fed. Aaron seemed to be a little put out by this but once Robert explained that the reasoning is that omegas won’t think about it most times themselves, Aaron seemed fine with it.

It’s the beginning of the fourth day and Robert had woken Aaron up with a blow job that quickly escalated to Aaron knotting Robert nicely. At the moment, Robert has his face buried in Aaron’s neck, scenting him. Aaron nips at his ear. “This wasn’t the greatest position to get tied together in.”

Robert hums in agreement but he doesn’t mind it too much. They are facing each other which means Aaron has no choice but to hold him close, Robert’s legs wrapped snugly around Aaron’s waist. They both are sticky with sweat and cum, neither of them having taken a shower yet. They probably should but Robert has a hard enough time letting Aaron go to get food, let alone to go take a shower. Maybe he should suggest taking a shower together but it wouldn’t be a good idea to fuck in there and get tied together. Aaron might be strong but he’s not strong enough to carry Robert back to the bed.

There’s a knock on the door, something neither of them are expecting, so it makes the two jump. “Who could that be?” Aaron asks, trying to sit up. His knot is already going down, lasting a shorter amount of time the longer they get into Robert’s heat.

Robert pulls him back down, sucks a spot on his neck. It’s okay if Robert marks him. “Leave it.”

The knock comes again, this time with a familiar voice following it. “Aaron?”

“Paddy?” Aaron shrugs Robert’s hold off and pulls out of him. Robert falls back onto the bed with a heavy sigh.

“What is he doing here?” he asks, throwing an arm behind his head. He’s suddenly feeling very territorial.

“I don’t know. I didn’t even tell him where I was going.” Aaron gets up off the bed, pulling a pair of joggers on. “I’ll get rid of him.”

Robert pulls Aaron down and kisses him messily, tongue shoving into Aaron’s mouth. “Make it quick.”

Aaron smirks at him as he pulls on a jumper and then leaves the room. Robert lies there and listens, the two out in the living room talking with hushed voices. Curious, Robert gets up off the bed and approaches the door that Aaron left a jar, eavesdropping.

“Aaron you have to listen to me,” Paddy pleads. “You have no idea how hard it was to figure out where you were.”

“I don’t even know why you felt the need to find me in the first place, Paddy.” Aaron sounds agitated. Paddy is a beta so it wouldn’t be the fact that another alpha was threatening his time with his omega. No, it would have be purley emotion based, Aaron not wanting to be interrupted with his time with Robert. Somehow, this makes Robert’s pride increase.

“That’s just it, Aaron. I have something important to tell you, about Robert.”

It’s not until Robert hears the end of footsteps that he realizes Aaron was pacing. “What about Robert?”

“Is he here?”

A pause, almost like a hesitation. “Yeah. He’s in the bedroom. In heat.”

“Heat?” Paddy sounds incredulous. “Please tell me you aren’t spending his heat with him.”

“So what if I am?”

“Aaron!” Paddy remarks. “I can’t believe this.”

“What did you need to tell me?” Robert can hear Aaron’s eye roll in his voice.

Paddy’s voice drops into a whisper. “He’s dangerous, Aaron.”

“What do you mean?” Aaron still sounds irritated, as if he has zero patience for any of this right now. Robert doesn’t blame him. Both their bodies are pumped full of hormones at the moment. It’s all Robert can do to not go out there, growl at Paddy to go away, and drag Aaron back to bed.

“He tried to kill me.” Robert’s hackles immediately rise. “If Robert had his way, I would have suffocated in that grain pit. It happened after I tried to warn Chrissie about Robert cheating.” Robert swallows, feeling his heart rate speed up in his chest. “Aaron, he admitted to it and then threatened Leo and Rhona if I didn’t back off.”

“You’re lying. He wouldn’t do that.”

“He wouldn’t do it?” Paddy practically yells but quickly recovers, going back into a whisper. “Aaron, of course, he’d do it. He’s a psychopath.” Robert bites his bottom lip to stop himself from growling out loud. “What kind of person threatens a kid?”

He can hear Aaron walking again. “He’s been lying to me this whole time.” It sounds like Aaron is crying and Robert has heard enough.

He barges through the door, not caring that he has no clothes on. “No, that is not true!”

“Isn’t it?” Aaron asks, spinning to face him. There are definite tears in his eyes and Robert has to resist the urge to go up to him and wipe them away. “How could you?” He pushes past Robert, bumping into his shoulder on his way, and goes back into the bedroom.

Robert follows him, feeling the panic start to settle in his chest. “What are you doing?” he asks as he watches Aaron packing his clothes into the duffle bag he brought.

“There is no way I am going to spend the rest of your heat with you,” Aaron says, venom lacing his words. “Not after what you did to Paddy!”

“No.”

“And threatening Rhona? Leo?” Aaron growls as he finishes packing, eyes narrowed in deadly anger. “What? Katie wasn’t enough for you?”

“Don’t you dare bring that up,” Robert warns. He can already feel the next wave of heat coming to the surface. He internally begs for it to wait, to hold off just a little longer.

“Did you purposely kill her too?”

“Don’t.”

“Did you smash her brains in and then made it look like an accident?” Aaron gets right in his face. “What did you do, Robert?”

“I only pushed her!” Aaron takes a step back, rubbing a hand down his face. “It was still an accident, Aaron.”

“No,” Aaron looks at him, eyes full of tears and regret and hatred. “No, that’s murder.”

Robert shakes his head. “D-don’t call it that.”

“It’s what it is and you let me live with that guilt.” He pokes a finger into Robert’s chest. “It nearly destroyed me and all along it was your fault?” Aaron grimaces and shakes his head, a look of pain crossing his face. “You can’t take being gay, so you kill people.”

“No, Aaron, no.”

Aaron shoves past him again and Robert follows. Paddy is still standing there, waiting and watching. “Get away from me, Robert.”

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“No, Aaron, you can’t.” Robert begs, the panic and fear constricting his chest.

“Watch me.” Robert jogs past Aaron and blocks his way out. “Move.”

Robert shakes his head. “Don’t you get it? I’m in heat, Aaron.”

“And I’m supposed to still care?” Aaron tsks and tries to get past Robert but Robert stands strong.

“Without you here, I could wander off,” Robert explains desperately. “If I pass any alphas that are out there… they won’t be able to stop themselves, Aaron.”

Something in Aaron’s eyes spark and Robert watches as the alpha bites his bottom lip before shoving his duffle bag towards Paddy. He then walks out of the room and returns with something bunched up in his hand. “Come with me.”

Robert, confused, follows him. They stop in front of a radiator and Aaron grabs one of his wrists. “What are you doing?” Aaron ties a piece of fabric around his wrist and then loops it around the radiator, tying the other end around his other wrist. “You’re tying me up?” Aaron says nothing and walks away, leaving Robert to pull at them. “You can’t leave me like this, Aaron!” Aaron doesn’t return. “Aaron, please!” He flinches when he hears the front door slam shut.

“Aaron!” Robert’s breathing is coming in ragged gulps. Aaron doesn’t understand the impact, the panic, that an alpha leaving an omega in heat can cause. “Aaron!” He pulls at his bindings again. He frantically pulls and pulls and pulls until he knows there is going to be bruising. “Aaron!” Robert notes how scared his own voice sounds, how shaky it is, but ignores the fact for the sake of trying to escape. He doesn’t know how, but eventually the knot on one of his wrists loosens and with one last tug, he breaks free from the binding, falling onto his arse.

By now, he’s already in the haze of a panicked heat, not being able to see straight at all. He groans in pain as a particularly painful cramp squeezes at his insides and he struggles to stand. Stumbling, he makes his way to the front door and leaves the lodge, futilely looking for Aaron. He’s panting and sweating heavily, slick running down the inside of his thighs mixed with Aaron’s cum. He needs someone, anyone, to help him and when he trips, falling to the ground, he rolls over onto his side and groans, clutching onto his painful stomach.

The haze overtakes him, blurring whatever comes next, and when it dissipates, he’s lying on the ground still, sweaty and cold. Robert sits up, glad to see he didn’t wander too far from the lodge and he can only smell Aaron on himself, which means he didn’t encounter any other alphas. He carefully gets up off the ground, brushing off the dead leaves from his body and makes his way back to the lodge.

It’s not until he’s back in the building that the panic settles in his gut again. Knowing he has to get home as soon as possible to try and make everything right, Robert quickly takes a shower and then starts packing everything up. Once everything is away in his duffel, he grabs the little packet of birth control off the nightstand where Aaron left it and shoves it into his jean’s pocket, not paying attention to the fact that only one of the pills is missing.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!

#Emmerdale #Robron #Aaron Dingle #Robert Sugden #Then There Were Three #My Fanfiction

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years ago

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I kinda don't know where to find the prompts, but if you're open for requests and you can go without a prompt, this is my request (you don't have to do it): Jamilams in omegaversee. John+Alex are omegas, Thomas is an alpha. Either John/Alex gets his heat/Thomas gets his rut (smut), or the alpha wants his omegas to be pretty and happy and showers them with praise and affection (fluff).

(You should be able to search the word ‘prompts’ and its a link post, but this is fine, too. Or, for future reference, if anyone wants to look at the prompts list, but can’t find it, message me and I’ll send you the post. Also, I’m going to write the fluff version of this too eventually. I’ve been wanting to write omegaverse, but I wasn’t sure how everyone else would feel about it.)

John whined as he felt the heat in his gut pooling more than he had in years. His hand flew straight into his boxers and his fingers were soaked in seconds, not that he cared. He just pushed two of them into himself, desperate for relief, and squirmed in bed, waking up his omega mate.

Alexander groaned and faced John, waking up as he squirmed around and whined. It took a few seconds to realize what was happening with him, but, when he did, he sat up and looked around. Thomas must’ve already left for work. Poor John was going to have to suffer through his hard heat all day. He was so glad that he didn’t have to deal with that.

After all, Alexander was a sterile omega, one that wasn’t built like most were. He still had his heats, but they were a lot less intense than John’s. And, normally, John was on suppressants that made his heat less intense, but the three had agreed that they wanted a baby, so John stopped the suppressants a few months before and, now, was in full fledged heat.

“Alex, help,” he whined, moving towards Alexander. His fingers could only help him so much.

Alexander knew that John wasn’t going to stop begging and didn’t want to see him just writhing and suffering, so he helped. “Okay, I’ve got you baby.. I’ll stay with you until Thomas can get home, okay?”

He nodded and jumped up, pulling his hand out from his boxers as he made his way over to his personal room with Alexander following. He pushed the door open with his clean hand and practically ripped his own clothes off before laying down in the piled blankets and clothes that made up his omega nest.

Alexander knelt down and held John’s thighs open as he gave him a few good licks, loving the way his mate was moaning and mewling below him. He smiled to himself and pushed his tongue into him for a second, lapping up as much of his juices as he could before moving up and sucking his clit. He knew that the way he switched between the two actions drove John crazy during his heat. His licking and sucking began intensifying until he felt John tense up beneath him and grip his hair as he reached his climax. When he let him go, he let his head up and licked his lips. “Better?”

John nodded and purred quietly. “For now..”

“Good.” He smiled and kissed him, letting him taste whatever was left of himself on his lips. He got up and let John be, going downstairs and getting breakfast for them both. He brought a plate of food upstairs and found John wrapped in a blanket, curled up on his nest. “Hey, baby..”

“Hey.” He smiled and took the plate, eating his food before laying down and taking a nap.

A few hours later, Alexander was downstairs watching tv when he was interrupted by a mostly naked John slipping himself into his lap.

“Hey~” He smiled and rubbed his head against Alexander’s neck.

Alexander chuckled. “Alright, then..” He laid him against the couch and began moving his head down, but was stopped by John.

“No..” He wrapped his legs around his waist and Alexander understood.

“Alright, then..” He pulled down John’s boxers and his own pants and underwear, giving himself a few strokes to get himself hard before pushing into John, finding that he’d been busy with his fingers before getting there. “You’ve been eager for this, haven’t you baby boy?”

John nodded quickly and whined. “Hurry..”

He chuckled and grabbed his hips, groaning as he thrusted into him. “God, you are soaked, aren’t you? Are you sure you don’t want to wait until Thomas gets back and breeds you?”

John whined loudly and shook his head. “I want you right now.. Thomas later..”

“Alright, then.” He leaned down and kissed John’s neck as he thrusted into him, sucking over the double mate mark on his neck, one that matched his own and Thomas’s. “You’re a good boy for us, aren’t you? A good little omega.” Alexander knew that he, too, was an omega, but it was fun to pretend with John.

He nodded quickly. “Good omega for you..” he moaned out, mind clouded with his heat.

Alexander grinned and quickened his pace. “That’s why me and Tommy will do anything to make our baby boy feel good.”

“Always feel good.. I want Tommy’s knot.. He feels so good..”

“I bet it does and you’re going to get it as soon as he comes home.” Alexander, not being built like John, had only been able to be knotted once, during Thomas’s rut because John was gone for the week. It wasn’t very pleasant for him, but he knew it was different for John.

“I want it now..”

“I’m sorry, baby. You know omegas don’t have knots.” He smiled a bit and angled himself to hit John’s G-spot, making his eyes roll back and the thought of getting knotted disappear among the pleasure. Once Alexander found it and abused it, it wasn’t long before John came again, and he followed soon after, spilling into John with a loud groan.

“Thank you..” John purred.

“Anytime, baby.” He kissed his cheek and pulled out of him, sitting up.

John smiled and purred as he fell asleep again.

Alexander pulled a blanket over him and kissed his cheek as he got a phone call. He grabbed it and went to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb John. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby. I was just calling to check in. I know John was supposed to be in heat soon.”

“Perfect timing. He’s definitely in his heat right now.. I think I’ve sated him for the next few hours, though. He can wait until you’re done with work.”

“Is that Thomas?” John asked from right beside Alexander, having zoomed over. “I wanna talk to him!”

Alexander smiled. “Nevermind, he wants to talk to you.” He gave the phone to John and let him talk to Thomas.

“Tommy?.. Are you coming home soon?”

“I’m coming home right now, baby, don’t worry.” He got up and grabbed his things.

John smiled. “Yay!”

“Of course, baby boy. Go make sure you’re ready for me. I’ll see you as soon as I can get there. I love you.” He hung up and went to his boss’s office, telling him that his omega needed to be taking care of before going home.

John took the phone and ran upstairs to his nest, waiting for him.

Thomas got home half an hour later and chuckled as he saw Alexander on the messy couch, his hair everywhere. “John’s kept you busy?”

He nodded. “I don’t think he can last without a knot anymore.”

He chuckled and went upstairs, John pouncing on him as soon as he got through the door. “I know, I know, I’m here.” He put John down on his nest and stripped down before pushing three fingers into him, stroking himself to hardness. After spending the whole drive looking forward to that moment, it didn’t take long. Once he was ready, he pulled his fingers out, making John whine. “Shh..”

John pouted, but his complaints were silenced as Thomas lined up with his entrance and pushed himself in, replaced with long, loud moans. It wasn’t that Thomas was particularly better in the bedroom than Alexander, but the fact that Thomas’s alpha scent was so strong drove John insane.

Thomas knew it was going to be quick and began thrusting into him quickly, hitting his G-spot as much as he could and letting him enjoy the time as much as he could.

John was in a state of ecstasy beneath him, his moans silent and the pleasure overwhelming. He hardly noticed the additional pool of pleasure building in the pit of his stomach, the pleasure of his imminent orgasm paling in comparison to that of him being truly bred for the first time. When his orgasm actually hit, he was caught completely off guard and tossed his head back, his mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure.

Thomas smiled and gripped John’s hips, timing the spasms that came with his high and pushing his knot into him as he relaxed, groaning as he let his seed spill into him.

John moaned and whined as he felt himself get filled up.

“Shh..” Thomas leaned down and kissed John softly. “You’re being such a good omega for me.. Such a good boy. I’m going to make sure you feel so good after this.”

John smiled softly and relaxed, letting Thomas finish.

Once he did, he pulled out and laid down beside John, kissing the top of his head and cuddling him close. “Good boy.. Go to sleep, okay?”

John nodded and gladly fell asleep, sleeping through the rest of the day with Thomas right beside him and, eventually, Alexander as well.

The next morning, Thomas woke up to an omega in heat straddling his lap and purring.

“Again?”

Thomas grinned. “Alright, again..”

“Can Alexander join?” Before he got an answer, he woke Alexander up himself, palming him through his sweatpants until he woke up.

“Alexander is definitely joining,” the omega piped up.

“Then I guess it’s settled.” Thomas grinned and kissed John’s forehead, him and Alexander helping their mate through the rest of his heat the best way they knew how to.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #john laurens #lams #thaurens #jamilton #jamilams #omegaverse

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peachyteabuck · 7 years ago

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the fifth date

summary: the story of how you met your alpha

pairing: alpha!bucky x omega!reader. non-avenger!au

words: 1870

trigger warnings: some mentions of a divorce, shitty childhood/boyfriend, etc. they watch ahs and there’s some mention of murder bc of it but it’s not super descriptive, mentions of some nsfw stuff

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The minute Bucky met you on your first date, he knew you were the one. It was a blind one, set up by your mutual friend.

Bucky thought he was just an excuse to get him out of the house, but no. It ended being the best thing that ever happened him.

The way you laughed, the way you bit your lip, the way you asked him about his day, the way you crinkled your eyes when you smiled. You were perfect, still are. The perfect mate, the perfect life partner, the perfect lover.

The next day, he started nesting in preparation.

“Stevie, I swear. I know she’s the one!” he told his best friend while buying almost a truckload of blankets and pillows at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

“Whatever you say, Buck” Steve told him as he struggled to close the trunk of the car.

When they reached his apartment and piled all the plastic-covered bedding in the living room, he shooed Steve out. He’s an alpha, this is his job and his alone.

When he mother told him about the process of courting his father, he knew it was something special. The process of nesting, the buying and making and killing of gifts, the scenting the first time they mated. It’s such a beautiful, sacred ritual, Bucky knew he had to do it perfectly for you.

“Whoever you choose,” She told him. “Know that it isn’t just about making you feel good, it’s about building a strong foundation to a lifelong commitment.”

Bucky always listened to his mother, but this he held especially near to his heart.

On your second date, Bucky brought you cupcakes from your favorite bakery. You ate them together on your couch and introduced Bucky to your favorite TV shows.

You had a really hard day at work, and when you tried to cancel the fancy dinner date Bucky had planned for you, he refused.

If you wanted to sit a home in fuzzy socks, leggings, and a comfortable sweatshirt, then that’s what you were gonna do. The only condition is that you had to do it with Bucky.

“I feel like this is a shitty second date,” you told him while liking some stray frosting off of your finger.Your legs were draped over his, your back supported by a few pillows. All Bucky wanted to do was lay there, inhaling your scent. But you needed something to keep your mind off of one of the worst days of your career, and reruns of Dr. Phil sure as hell weren’t gonna do it.

“Nonsense,” he said, wiping a smudge of cupcake from the side of your mouth. Heat rushed to your face at the intimate contact. “This is the perfect second date.”

You laughed a little, eyes glued to the screen across the room. “And why is that?”

Bucky smiled down at you, using his metal hand to turn your face to him. He knew what you were doing, trying to avoid eye contact because you were scared of...well, actually, you weren’t sure what you were scared of. All you knew was that you were absolutely petrified. “Because I get to spend time with you.”

All you could do hide the warm feeling in your face, you and him laughing at the woman who had hidden not one, but two pregnancies from her overbearing in-laws. You fell asleep soon after, with you head on Bucky’s lap. He readjusted you so that you were on top of him, and rubbed your back while you slept off the day.

On your third date, Bucky basically asks you to mate with him. Kind of. Maybe.

“Do you wanna come back to my place?” he asked on your way home from dancing. That’s when you realized you had never seen it. Ever. You’d heard stories, heard him talk about his home. His large bachelor bad which he kept impeccably decorated for work. You were dying to see it, but you worried it was too early. He fell asleep at your apartment three days ago, why did you care so much about traditional timing.

“Mmm,” you say, genuinely thinking it over. “Depends on what you want to do after.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling your close to him on the street corner. It was surprising, but not unwelcome. The night air nipped at your sweaty, exposed skin and made you shiver. You leaned into him, watching the traffic go by.

“Anything you want, darling” he whispered into your ear. This, too, sent goosebumps all over your body.

You pushed him away. Lightly, playfully. A shove to let him know he needed to wait a little longer. Not a “never,” but a “not yet.”

Instead, you find some fast food place and eat your weight in french fries while you fight about the best tropical fruit. Bucky had argued pineapple, you chose mango.

At first is was friendly competition, but then it got heated. Now you were playing to win.

“I’ll kiss you if you agree with me,” You offered, munching in the last fry.

“Deal,” Bucky said, leaning over the couch for his smooch. It was your first kiss, but it felt like you had known his lips forever. It was beautifully and wonderfully cliche.

The day of your fourth date, you fell ill with a nasty cold. Your throat felt like a broken garbage disposal, your nose was running, your stomach hurt. You felt like the word “ugh.”

First you called out of work. Then you texted Bucky in an effort to cancel your date.

But, yet again, he wouldn’t let you. He texted back he’d be at your place with the perfect care package and that he was determined to take care of you.

You texted back he was being dramatic - it’s a cold, not pneumonia - and fell back asleep.

He showed up less than an hour later, knocking on your door with soup, Gatorade, ginger ale, and every season of American Horror Story.

Three pieces of toast and half the soup later, you’re cuddled under a thin blanket - the same one as last time, soaking up his warmth and comforting smell.

Occasionally, you’d use the cold of his metal arm to cool your forehead down. You weren’t running a big fever, you maybe were at 99 degrees, but it still felt really good.

“This is nice,” you murmured.

“Yeah.” he agreed, noticing your sleepiness. He turned the show down just as someone was being gutted, wanting to make sure you were able to get the rest you needed. You were cuddled in his chest, surrounded by him.

You felt safe with him wrapped around you, just like a good alpha should make you feel. After a short nap and two more characters brutally murdered, you start having deep conversations.

It started with him asking you met Steve and how you trusted him enough to set you up with his greasy, but adorable, best friend.

Bucky talked about how he lost his arm, how his prosthetic is one of kind. How he’s a lab rat, how it was the the only thing that got him out of losing his arm.

You talk about your childhood and how shitty it was. How you ended up with a shitty boyfriend in college who made you feel like shit all of time before you got up the courage to leave him two years after he asked you out.

“My old boyfriend never did this type of stuff with me.” you admitted. “He only liked to do stuff when he knew people he knew would be around. It’s like he needed someone else to get him through our dates.”

“Sounds like a real dick,” Bucky said. He traced the indents the blankets on your skin. He could stay right here forever, never moving again.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “He was. Almost made me swear off alphas forever.”

Bucky smiles, wide and toothy. “Glad you didn’t.”

“Yeah,” you joke. “Or else I wouldn’t have met the total hunk I’m cheating on you with…”

Bucky laughs, him lighting pushing you away in faux-disgust. “How could you!? Is it Steve, tell me it’s not Steve!”

It’s your turn to laugh, the deep cackles soon turning into coughs. You recover quickly, though, smile plastered on your face. This one’s a keeper.

You have your fifth date a few weeks after you feel better, both of your crazy work schedules preventing you from seeing each other sooner.

He takes you to an aquarium, and you both watch the sea turtles gliding through the water. It’s so beautiful, you’re both breathless from wonder.

After, he takes you to home. To his home, you mean. Or apartment. It doesn’t matter. It’s his.

He offers you a drink, which you gladly take. While he makes it, you take a look around. You admire the art, the beautiful decorating, the gorgeous marble countertops.

He gives you a tour, showing you around the kitchen, then the living room, then his office, then he bedroom.

The minute you step into it, you almost start crying. The large bed, the thick blankets, the distinct scent, the displaced furniture showing he had shoved his bed into the corner farthest from the door. All the signs were there.

“You started nesting,” you whisper, wiping tears from your eyes. The space is filled with Bucky, and it instantly makes you feel at peace, just like a good mate should. You feel so calm and happy and...is this what if feels like? To be in love? If so, you never want to let Bucky out of your sight. Ever.

“Yeah,” Bucky comes behind you, holding your back to his chest. “Knew we were gonna be mates the moment I first saw you, the night of our first date. Knew I wanted to be with you forever, and ever. Wanted to mark you. Wanted to be yours. Wanted to knot you real good. Wanted to make sure not a single shitty alpha ever touched you again.”

His brings his arms around you waist, talking lowly into your ear. “Then I heard about your awful boyfriend. About your parents bitter divorce. The custody battle. Knew you needed some lovin’, needed someone to show you how beautiful you are.”

He’s releasing calming pheromones, you can tell. It runs through you, sticks in your blood. The last few weeks have been hard, on both of you. This, whatever this is, is exactly what you need.

The pheromones release your tense muscles and give you a moment to forget the shittiness of everything.

He kisses your neck and you whimper. You got to grip his hips behind you and he rubs between your thighs.

“Eager, are we?” Bucky asks, his baritone voice sends shockwaves through your spine. It’s amazing, like a drug.

“Yes,” you moan. Your skin is on fire and it feels so fucking good.

He sets you down on the bed, pulling your clothes off. Your body is flush against the pillows and you feel so exposed. Normally, you’d be uncomfortable, but you trust Bucky. Trust him a lot. Trust him with everything.

“Then let’s get started, my beautiful little omega.”

You moan again. “Let’s, wonderful alpha. Let’s.”

#bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #Sebastian stan #barnes #marvel fanfic #lukis writes stuff #bucky barnes fanfiction

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Your fake dating au makes me live but the idea of an abo offshoot makes me ASCEND. P sure I'd cry tears of joy if you wrote your idea of Shiro taking care of a keyed up Keith after a video but tbh any and all of the them would be fantastic. YOU are fantastic. Thank you for this gift to us and the universe as a whole

Okay I got enough prods about this that I had to write it. I just had to. thank you anon for such kind words and also thanks to everyone for tolerating me thru this all LMAO i love all of you. s/o to @akaiikowrites for the q& a idea.

( couple’s blog tag )

(if you don’t want to catch up on couples blog au - Keith & Shiro are best friends pretending to be a couple, and run a couple blog online where they start setting stretch goals that are exceedingly ludicrous, because they offer to shoot videos on return. Clue all the platonic, pining sex on camera. This part takes place after Keith comes back from a date, trying to see if he can get Shiro out of his system. He can’t.)

a/b/o, nsfw, general disregard for the idea of refractory periods

If you guys have been together for so long, where’s your mating mark? Does that mean the omega’s free ;)?

Keith’s eyes widen at the question. He can feel Shiro stiffen beside him as well, and there’s the same acidic spike in his scent that had been there when he had come home from his date.

As part of one of their incentives, Keith and Shiro had offered to do a live Q&A session. Their friends all know about their venture now, so they’re not too worried about hiding it. It brings everyone great entertainment, despite the fact that they’re forbidden to bring it up around Keith or Shiro. Keith and Shiro feel a little more comfortable sharing their faces and their voices; they’re still not giving out their real names. But they feel like they owe their viewers that much; for the past month they’ve been able to pay rent and buy groceries and pay phone bills without screaming together into the abyss.

The Q&A started out fine; people want to know where they met, how long they’ve been dating, who’s the loudest snorer. The answers to that are simple; at the beginning of Keith’s undergrad, they officially got together two years ago, and Shiro. It got a little raunchy, but they anticipated it and tried not to get too red as they gamely gave answers.

This question, however, they were not expecting. Retrospectively, it should be the most obvious one out of all of them but they’re still fumbling around with this whole amateur pornography thing.

Keith has a faint idea of who Lattunkrox94 actually is, and he is going to kill Lance, Matt and Hunk upon first sight. The chatroom goes off in a frenzy, wondering yeah, why doesn’t Keith have a mating mark? If Shiro hasn’t claimed him, does this mean Keith’s available?

Their silence makes it worse.

It’s when the messages start getting real raunchy that Shiro places a protective hand over Keith’s neck, covering where a mark should be.

“We don’t have one because we don’t see the need,” Shiro grunts. “It’s just a stupid mark.”

A stupid mark that Keith’s dreamt of getting his skin broken by, one that he’s thought about every time they’ve had sex so far. Half of Keith’s fantasies involve Shiro leaving an imprint of his teeth in the crook of his neck, so that everyone knows that they belong to each other.

The chat goes crazy, and Keith has to close his eyes and pinch his nose. He might be overreacting, but he feels like they’ve just poked a huge hole in their story and everyone’s going to see through their façade and stop being their patrons and then Keith’s going to have to go back to doing more night shifts at the security desk at the shittiest residence on campus.

Suddenly, Keith gets an idea. It’s not brilliant. He should probably turn off the mic and consult with Shiro beforehand.

“We were planning it as a surprise,” He blurts out. “If we exceeded our stretch goal by a certain amount, Shiro would mark me in the next video.”

Shiro goes stone-still beside him and– the strangest mix of terror and lust rolls off of Shiro, the second so strong Keith almost chokes. He’s probably sparked some sort of alpha instinct in Shiro, or whatever they call the primal need to claim an omega. If they do it on camera, it’ll be in front of an audience, and Keith has to stop his toes from curling at the thought of how possessive Shiro will be about that.

Suddenly, there’s a rush of people demanding to know how much the goal needs to be exceeded by. Before Keith can do anything, Shiro throws in a number that makes Keith’s eyes widen a little. It’s exactly half their amount of their stretch goal, and too high to be met in the next couple of days.

The trepidation in Shiro’s scent eases, and Keith tries not to read into it. After all, he was the idiot who suggested it. Shiro’s probably glad they don’t have to do anything rash.

Except that they keep forgetting that their subscribers are feverish and strangely hive-minded when it comes to reaching goals.

Shiro’s not made any troubles to hide what he actually thinks about this entire thing. He’s still not happy with Keith for suggesting Shiro marks him on camera, but also gets a funny look in his face when Keith suggests that he gets one of his friends to bite him, and they pretend it’s Shiro’s.

“This isn’t right,” Shiro insists, and Keith crosses his arms over his chest from where he’s sitting on the sofa. “We shouldn’t be doing this for money.”

“It’s just a stupid mark,” Keith echoes Shiro’s sentiment from a few days ago. “If you do it light enough, it’ll only last for a little bit.”

Shiro stares at his hands in his lap, and clenches his fists. Some sort of annoyance spikes within Keith because he doesn’t see it as a big deal; Shiro and Keith have bent each other over enough surfaces by now, all in the name of two best friends making money for rent. A fake mating mark may be a big deal, but they fuck on camera while pretending to be madly in love. He voices as much to Shiro, who looks hurt for a brief moment before shifting his expression into something more stony.

“Fine,” He says, voice tight. “I’ll mark you. But you can’t blame me if you end up regretting it.”

“I won’t,” Keith says. “Try not to look too annoyed when you do it.”

Keith gets that it’s his fault they’re doing this, but there are about a thousand different emotions running through Keith’s brain right now, and he wants to be irrational for a bit. He’s been flopped out on his bed for the past hour, leaving Shiro in the living room to stew for a bit.

Keith has his heat coming up, and he’s staying home for it this time, because he’s too enveloped in Shiro’s scent to have a sane stay at a hotel or in one of the special campus dorm rooms. He’s slowly been stealing some of Shiro’s clothes for his own room, but he refuses to call it a nest.

They haven’t discussed what exactly they’re going to do, but Keith had shrugged and said they’d make more videos, and then pulled his hair out about saying that out loud later that night.

The initial goal stated Shiro would lay Keith out during his heat; in reality, they’re doing it a day before, while it’s still building and weak, so that Keith won’t lose too much of himself into it. But Keith thinks he can do a pretty good job in acting like his main objective in life is to get Shiro to claim him, to knot him and mate him– especially now that Shiro’s going to mark him as well.

If he wants to, that is. Because Shiro’s been adamant about not wanting to mark him, not letting anyone mark him in his stead and pretending its him, not using makeup, and not rescinding the stretch goal. Keith doesn’t know what Shiro wants. Only what he doesn’t. It’s confusing, and riles Keith up enough that when he hears a knock on a door, he barks out a sharp “What?”

“I brought you food,” Shiro’s voice comes from the other side of the door, and Keith can pick up the faint smell of cheese pizza. He rolls onto his back and stares at his ceiling.

“Yeah,” He grunts out after a satisfactory pause. “Come in.”

Shiro carefully opens the door, and he’s got a box of pizza in one hand and two opened beers in the other.

“I bring offerings,” Shiro says as he makes his way to Keith’s bed. Keith barely shifts his legs to make room, but Shiro plops down anyways. “To say sorry.”

Keith hates that he immediately gravitates towards Shiro, despite being annoyed with him. It’s probably because of the food.

“For what?” He asks, finally sitting up and reaching for the box. He takes a slice, takes a giant bite of it, and levels Shiro with the most expectant look he can muster.

“I’m not disgusted by the idea of marking you,” Shiro says, then bites his lip like he didn’t mean to spill it out all at once. “I didn’t mean for it to come across that way.”

Keith gives a non-committal shrug; he knows his internal clock has around three minutes left before he stops being mad at Shiro, but he’s not going to rush an apology.

“If it’s what you want for sure,” Shiro says, passing a bottle to Keith. “Then I can do it for you.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” Keith replies, taking a sip of his beer. “You know that stuff doesn’t mean much to me.”

A partial lie; marks don’t mean a lot to Keith, but a mark from Shiro will mean everything to him.

“Yeah,” Shiro scratches the back of his head, and he doesn’t quite meet Keith’s eyes. “I just– I wanted to make sure that it was good for you, and not something you were doing out of obligation.”

And that’s when it clicks for Keith that yeah, while he’s the omega getting marked, Shiro’s probably going to feel some type of way about claiming him, especially when they’re just friends. It was Keith too that had initiated this, had blurted it out on the live stream, and he can’t forget this amongst all his angst over Shiro being hesitant to mark him.

“Only if it’s okay for you,” Keith says. “I know I was the one who said something stupid, and I’m sorry for that.”

“Eh,” It’s Shiro’s turn to shrug. “I get it. Heat of the moment.”

Keith can see the moment an oncoming shitty joke lights up Shiro’s brain and shoves Shiro by the shoulder before he can say it. Shiro gives a good natured laugh in return, and Keith makes a face at him. They sit in silence for a few minutes, vacuuming in a couple of slices before Keith speaks again.

“I trust you,” Keith says finally, nudging Shiro. This time Shiro meets his eyes, and there’s something softer, more comfortable in his look. “That’s why I said it so fast. At the end of the day I trust you, but if you don’t want to do it, it’s fine. We’ll think of a way out.”

“You’re my best friend,” Shiro says, wrapping arm around Keith. “I’ll do anything for you.”

It’s not a confession. Keith knows this. But it really feels like one.

Keith’s heats are normal. They don’t get that bad, not as much as they used to when he first got them. And they’re regular, almost like clockwork. He has it down to a T.

Yet somehow, it feels like his heat has come early, crashing against him like an unexpected wave. It’s probably something to do with the fact that he woke up this morning thinking about today being the day he was going to get marked by Shiro. Probably something to do with Shiro having his head buried in between Keith’s legs, swallowing him down as Keith twists fingers in his hair and tugs.

They normally set out a specific play-by-play for their videos before they shoot, so that they don’t fumble around and show their actual inexperience with each other. This time, they’ve been so caught up in figuring out when Shiro will actually mark Keith, that they’ve decided to just swing the rest. It means that Shiro’s taking Keith to bed like he would a real lover, and it’s slowly breaking apart Keith’s world.

They’re half on the bed, Keith’s legs dangling off the edge of the mattress while Shiro has his knees planted on the ground. Keith’s wet and keening like he’s never been before; his entire body’s screaming for Shiro to fill him, to knot him, to break skin and prove to everyone that Keith belongs to him.

He’s going to get claimed, so, so publicly, and the thought of that makes the fire curled around Keith’s gut brighten. Shiro follows soft suction at the tip by hooking his fingers and searching within Keith till Keith’s arching into Shiro’s mouth without any control. Shiro lets him slide in, and Keith’s pretty sure that this is how he’s going to die.

He almost cries out Shiro’s name when he’s swallows him all the way in. Shiro hums around him and works on opening him up more, and Keith’s trying his best to keep himself steady. Shiro pulls off with a pop and Keith twitches a little at the loss.

“Good?” Shiro asks, and Keith can barely meet his eyes as he nods. “Want some more?”

He’s looking up at Keith, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, and Keith’s trying to find a way to articulate that he thinks his heat might have been triggered, might be breaking through him at this very moment, without having the camera pick it up. He can feel the fire through till the tip of his toes, and knows he’s growing redder at a steady pace.

Shiro takes a sharp inhale, and that’s all it takes for his expression to change.

“You’re…” He trails off, and Keith lifts a trembling finger to Shiro’s lips.

“Yeah,” He replies, and he can hear the pathetic tint to his own voice. He’s not proud of it, but before he can dwell on it, Shiro’s pushing upwards.

He kisses Keith with a ferocity that catches him by surprise, and he can taste Shiro’s hunger through it. Shiro presses Keith flat against the mattress, and plants a foot on the ground. He nudges Keith’s legs apart with his other thigh, and Keith immediately rolls down on it, moaning openly into Shiro’s mouth.

Briefly, he thinks about the date he went on earlier in the week. The person had been a kind beta from one of his Trig classes. They paid for the date, had carried a good enough concentration, had been extremely sweet to Keith, and Keith sent them off with a kiss on the cheek and a hesitant “I’m not sure if I’m ready”. They had been a good sport about it, just like they had taken Keith’s “My roommate’s an alpha” as a good enough explanation for why he probably reeked of Shiro.

Keith’s glad that he didn’t have to articulate that he’s not been able to ever match the amount of desire he’s felt for Shiro. He’s glad that he’s never had to articulate how he sensed jealousy in Shiro when he had told Shiro about the date, and how that scent had stayed with him as he wrapped a hand around himself later that night and muffled himself against the pillow.

That sends another sharp spike of lust through Keith, and there’s no denying that his heat’s come on early. It feels like his brain’s getting consumed by Shiro, who’s kissing him like he’s ready to devour him.

“Shit,” Shiro murmurs when he breaks them apart and Keith tries to chase him. Keith claws at his back and pulls him closer. Shiro presses his nose against Keith’s neck, and Keith feels the skim of teeth against skin. “You’re not kidding.”

You have no idea, Keith thinks.

But by the way Shiro looks at him, steadily growing darker and more commanding, Keith thinks he might.

Keith’s been with other alphas before. He’s been marked once before, but it faded out with the relationship.

He knows that none of those experiences surpass Shiro. He knows nothing that can happen will ever top Shiro, who’s got Keith’s legs hooked over his arms, nearly bending him in half as he fucks into him at a possessive and punishing pace.

Keith can’t recognize the own sounds spilling out of his mouth, but he can’t recognize much of anything through the fuzz surrounding his brain. He’s honed in on the heat radiating off Shiro, of Shiro in him, big and demanding as he pins Keith down and takes him.

Keith throws his head back to let out a steady stream of pleased noises, and Shiro takes the bared neck as an invitation to bite it. He’s not marking Keith yet, but he’s sucking soft bruises, counterpoint to the way he moves in Keith. Shiro moans against the skin and the vibration of it makes Keith shake. It makes him feel satisfied that his alpha’s pleased, that his alpha’s pleased because of him.

“Shi-ah,” Keith manages to catch himself just in time, an impressive feat given that he’s not sure if he’s capable of saying anything but Shiro’s name.

“Baby,” Shiro pants into Keith’s neck. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” Keith manages to choke out. “Yeah, god, please, please–”

Shiro doesn’t ask what Keith’s begging for; he just presses forward, bending Keith even more, sending stars shooting through his vision. It makes Keith loud, and makes him come so, so close. He wants to reach down and pull himself off, but he wants Shiro to do it more.

“I’m almost-” Keith starts, cutting off at a particularly hard thrust. “I’m gonna–”

Shiro quiets him with a bruising kiss, and it takes the barest touch for Keith to come, for him to spill over Shiro’s hand and for him to muffle Shiro’s name into his mouth.

He thinks that’s the end, that Shiro’s going to ride him through it and finish off himself, but his body thinks different. He’s still half hard, and Shiro shows no sign of letting up. Keith’s feels a familiar sensitivity creeping in, but it’s dull and muted, like his body’s begging to let Shiro keep taking him.

Shiro gives another hard thrust, ducking his head to look in between them.

“I still have to mark you,” Shiro says, voice rough and restrained. Keith’s glad he’s not the only one feeling completely wrecked.

“Do it now,” Keith says, but Shiro shakes his head. Before he can process it, worry shoots through him. It probably makes itself really known, because Shiro drops down to leave soothing kisses against Keith’s jawline.

“I want to make sure they see,” Shiro says, sliding his arms out from under Keith’s legs. “Make sure they know.”

What Shiro wants to do is to hold him up in his lap, using a hand around Keith’s throat to pin his back flush against Shiro’s torso. Another arm encircles Keith’s waist, holding him steady. There’s not much support for Shiro, so he uses his strength to thrust up into Keith.

Keith’s entire body’s shaking, and he can’t parse whether it’s the heat or if this is just how he’s destined to be around Shiro. Rationally, it’s the heat, but the spark Keith’s been nurturing for Shiro has bloomed into an all encompassing flame. Shiro squeezes the hand around Keith’s throat. It makes him dizzy in the best way, and he lets out a loud whine.

“No one else can have you,” Shiro whispers into Keith’s ear. “No one else can touch you like this.”

Keith tries to nod as much as he can, and Shiro rewards him by shifting his hand off his neck so that he can tug at Keith. The suddenly flow of air and friction against his skin has Keith’s eyes rolling back, but he knows he can’t come again till Shiro marks him.

“Am I yours?” He manages to gasp out, and he can feel Shiro give a pleased rumble behind him.

“You’re mine,” Shiro’s voice has dropped low and liquid, washing over Keith. “And I’m yours. No one else and no one else’s.”

Keith has no idea how Shiro’s managed to remain this coherent; he thinks it might be one of those alpha things, but hearing those words makes him squirm. Keith’s losing his senses rapidly, and he’s starting to feel reckless.

“Shiro,” It comes out of Keith before he can stop it, broken and husky. It doesn’t stop Shiro—and Keith starts to feel teeth on his neck again, positioned right where they need to be to mark him. There’s slight pressure, and Keith digs his nails into the arm that’s choking him. Shiro removes it and uses it to pull Keith closer to himself and grind into him, and Keith can feel the beginnings of a swell.

“I’m here,” Shiro’s voice reverberates to Keith’s core. “I’m here. Tell me what you want babe, tell me that you want it.”

Keith can’t hep it— it’s too much. All he can feel is Shiro, all he can smell is Shiro, all he can hear is Shiro’s voice, all that’s surrounding him right now is Shiro Shiro Shiro.

“You,” It’s the neediest Keith has ever sounded in his life, and he can’t bring himself to care. “I need you Shiro, you, only you, it’s only ever been you, I love you, Shiro, Shiro–”

Shiro bites down hard just as they both tip over the edge, and something within Keith surges at the fact that finally, finally Shiro’s claimed him, and makes him temporarily forget the confession he’s just blurted out.

When Shiro’s knot comes down and he slips out, and Keith’s officially come down from the high of his first wave of heat, Keith wants to bury himself under his own bed and die of mortification. He’s not sure how he’s going to gather the courage or the energy to go turn the cameras off.

Shiro rumbles behind him as Keith voices as much, and rolls them over so that Keith’s half on Shiro’s torso.

“You did well,” Shiro says, and it sounds so much like the voice he had when he was playing ball in their first year of university, that Keith snorts.

“Thanks pal,” He says dryly, and Shiro chuckles. “I’m glad you find this funny.”

Shiro rolls his eyes smiles at him and runs a hand through Keith’s hair. Keith’s eyes close at the touch and he leans into it, enjoying the soft pressure against his scalp. It relaxes him further, even though he’s already feeling boneless from their efforts earlier on. The mark on his neck pulses a little, and Keith’s eyes shoot open.

“Woah,” Shiro says, shifting a hand to Keith’s shoulder. He can probably sense Keith’s panic; it wouldn’t be too hard, because Keith’s dousing in it.

“I said— when you marked me,” Keith stutters, and Shiro raises an eyebrow at him. “I said—”

“I heard,” Shiro replies, moving his hand again, and Keith feels himself get shifted further up Shiro till he’s nose to nose with him.

His expression is indescernible to Keith, but Keith doesn’t get a chance to dwell on it. Shiro pulls him down for a soft, chaste press of the lips. It’s easy, a lot easier than Keith expected, especially when Shiro kisses the corner of his mouth, then the tip of his nose.

“You too,” Shiro says gently. “I love you too.”

Relief melts through Keith. Any half-hearted explanation about how heat makes people say crazy things is immediately forgotten as he slumps against Shiro’s chest and presses a kiss against Shiro’s throat.

“Let me take care of you,” Shiro says, sliding a finger under Keith’s chin and tipping it up so that they’re looking at each other. “Let me be good to you.”

“You already are,” Keith says, but lets himself get drawn in again.

#sheith #sheith fic #my fic #anonymous #answer #couples blog #okay now we're done hahahahhahaahahahahahhahahaha #id like to thank everyone for joining me for a week of me being a straight dumbass #i love and appreciate all of you #i really should post this au on ao3 #adshfjfdsalhjhfadsfdasfsd #dont look me in the eyes....#tomorrow i'll put up a comprehensive list of the couples blog au #im just posting this from my drafts while im sitting in the car #after this im gonna go get slammed into a wallby people who are better martial artists than me

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