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fizzigigsimmer · 2 years

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The Wish Your Heart Makes

Part 1/2

I love Halloween and was thinking about how I wanted a body swap fic.This idea bit me and wouldn’t let go so I wrote this instead of cleaning my house.

Summary: Billy Hargrove goes to sleep a 15 year old omega in sunny California and wakes up someone else in Chicago. The man everyone thinks he is has everything Billy ever wanted, and everything he never let himself want. Including an adorable little hell raiser and the alpha of his dreams.

Warnings: Neil Hargroves greatest hits, child abuse, racism, sexism, and homophobia.

~San Diego, 1982~

Billy hunched over in his seat, cradling the bruises hidden beneath his sweatshirt and tried to ignore the kid in the yellow raincoat. He looked about seven he thought, but what Billy knew or cared about kids could fit neatly inside a condom. So the kid could be ten for all he knew. Point was, the boy hadn’t blinked for at least twenty minutes and Billy was sure that could not be healthy.

He bounced his knee up and down to prevent himself from biting his nails; and just ended up hunched over in the uncomfortable plastic chair, jiggling his knee like an addict and biting his nails down to the beds anyway.

‘Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?’

The canned Christmas music pumping out of a speaker on the ceiling of the bland waiting room was giving him a headache. Billy had been sitting there long enough for it to transition from the over produced bubble gummy covers of pop stars singing ‘Jingle Bells’, to stiff churchy sounding hymns. His very catholic mother had loved those. Used to fill the house with the sound of angels bringing in the good news before the dishes had even dried after Thanksgiving dinner. So it was inevitable that he think of her, even though he had a rule never to do that. He hated this time of year. A whole holiday designed around the lie of happy family, goodwill, and a merciful god. What was not to hate?

Besides the creepy kid, there wasn’t much to look at in the waiting room. Brick walls painted the color of oatmeal covered in peeling posters with muted calming colors, depicting heavily pregnant women and smiling doctors. Trust US To Help You Plan Your Family. A bold black headline demanded. Billy felt like giving it the bird, but that would just make him look crazier than he already did.

“William Hargrove?”

Billy jerked in surprise. Winced as the bruised skin beneath his sweatshirt stretched. But he stood and followed the tall thin woman with the blue scrubs holding open the door into the back hall where the exam rooms were. The nurse introduced herself as Susan and lead him to the second in a long row of square rooms with tightly closed doors. He supposed he would be glad for the privacy himself soon enough, but he still thought it made the place look like a prison.

Susan got Billy situated on one of those motorized chair/bed things and grabbed a backless gown from one of the upper cabinets that lined the wall above the desk. It was next to a large metal sink. There was a stain near the drain, too faint to discern what had caused it, but for a moment Billy was captivated by it. Was it blood? Bile? Maybe chemical wash had corroded the metal?

“Mr. Hargrove?”

Billy jumped again. Snapped, “It’s Billy.”

“Billy. The doctor will need you to get into this.” She set the folded gown on the seat beside his leg and gave it a pat. Her eyes dragged over his ratty jeans and the oversized sweatshirt he wore despite the practically balmy sixty degree weather they were having. “You’ll probably be more comfortable.”

No. Billy thought of the bruises covering his stomach and the excuses he’d have to make now to a nosy doctor and thought, no. No he fucking wouldn’t. But he needed those meds, and there was no way to get them without going through this circus. So here they go.

He changed into the gown. Ignored the nurse’s cluck of concern when she got a good look at the job his father had done on him the night before. All because he could smell Billy stronger than usual. His glare dared her to say anything about it. It was a toss up who that worked on. Some people got even pushier when they sensed a locked door. Susan was not a pushy woman. She avoided looking directly at Billy as she prepped the doctors tools and filled out his chart.

William Hargrove, fifteen, male, omega. And what brings him in today?

“I need stronger blockers. Mine don’t work worth shit right now.”

His doctor’s name is Dr. Mehta. She’s a short curvy Indian woman (strike one) and even though her scent is sterile and chemical with perfume, the no nonsense look she gives him is all alpha. And that’s strike two. Billy’s father would hate her. Would probably kick the shit out of him again just for the insult to his sensibilities. Say some shit like, ‘you going to let that curry monkey tell you what to do?’, because the only thing Neil Hargrove hated more than his omega son, were job stealing immigrants and female alphas.

Dr. Mehta pursed her lips and looked down at his chart. Flipped a page. Then another. Billy knew what she was about to say before she even said it, but it still comes as a shock to his system. Like a slap.

“Mr. Hargrove, this is the third time you’ve been here in under six months. It’s natural for traces of an omegas scent to linger, even on blockers. Especially around what would otherwise be a normal heat cycle.” Her grip tightened on the clipboard. The corners of her mouth pulled back like she was bearing her teeth. Billy locked his muscles in place, resisting the urge to curl up on himself and hide from the angry alpha.

“Giving you a stronger prescription so soon will likely have adverse psychological effects, as well as cause irreparable damage to your reproductive – ”

“I don’t care!” Billy snapped. He clenched his hands, fisting the thin cotton gown between his fingers and tried to breath through the feeling of rising panic. She had to give him the meds. She had to, or Billy’s dad was going to kill him.

Nothing set him off like having to smell Billy and be reminded that his son was a wet assed sissy boy omega. He didn’t care that Billy’s scent and his heat were natural functions that he could not just turn off and on like a light switch. Neil would yell, slap, kick, and punch until Billy was obedient. Until Neil had knocked the bitch out of him and Billy remembered how to be a man.

“I don’t give a fuck about kids or heats or any of it. I won’t fucking regret it someday or change my mind, or – Christ.” Billy grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugged until his scalp stung, trying to ground himself with the feeling. He was going off the rails and he doubted Dr. Mehta was going to listen to a hysterical omega. Who would?

“Mr. Hargrove –

“It’s Billy!”

He wasn’t helping his case he knew that. Knew it was unusual for an omega to hate their own name so much. The reminder of family bonds should have brought him comfort, might have if Billy were normal. If he’d been like all those smiling omegas on the posters, with loving fathers and protective mothers. He’d heard a story on the news about a woman who’d died trying to save her baby from a gang of traffickers. She could have lived, traffickers were only ever interested in unbonded omegas, only she wouldn’t let go of the stroller.

“Billy.” Dr. Mehta amended, softer. “I’m obligated to ask if there is any reason that you do not feel safe at home.”

She paused but it was obvious that she did not expect Billy to be truthful. He shook his head and she nodded. “Right. But am I correct in assuming that for a personal reason it would be unsafe for you to detox from prescription suppressants and allow your body to go through a natural cycle?”

Billy shuddered. With his eyes closed he almost forgot to nod. Only did so when her soft voice prodded him once more. No. No Billy could never let himself go through heat.

~*~

After having burned through most of the morning Billy left the omega free clinic twenty minutes later with a little brown bag full of white pills. ‘These are much stronger than you’re used to Billy’ the doctor had warned him. ‘You’ll need to wait a full twenty-four hours to make sure your system is clean before you start them. Absolutely do not double up on dosage and I’m going to schedule a follow up in week to check your progress.’ Billy sneered at the memory. Yeah right. Like he was going to give his scent even more time to get stronger and then go home to Neil.

He stopped at a corner store near the bus stop and bought a bag of chips and a soda with the last of his money. Billy cleaned pools and mowed lawns to make money when he wasn’t in school since he didn’t get an allowance like the rich kids and the idea of Neil giving him omega pin money was laughable. He was saving up for parts to fix the car his grandpa had promised to buy him when he turned sixteen.

He felt sort of bad that his grandfather was using part of his pension to buy Billy a car (even a used one) but Pops wouldn’t hear no. He said it was because he worried about Billy traveling downtown to the free clinic without an alpha, but they both knew it was more than that. Pops was old and wouldn’t be around forever. Having a car of his own meant that no matter how bad things got Billy would always have a way out.

Billy washed his first pill down with a mouthful of Dr. Pepper on the city bus and ate half a bag of chips because the label recommended taking the drug with food. And for about ten minutes he felt fine. He sat slumped in the uncomfortable seat with its torn cushion, his head resting against the window and watched the colorful streets of San Diego pass by. Glazed eyes took in brightly lit shop windows decorated in silver, gold,red and green tinsel; couples walking arm in arm with their shopping bags, bouncing children with drippy noses trailing alongside them. A pair of old men ambled along the sidewalk together bickering, even as one helped guide the other with an arm snugly around his friend’s back. Billy blinked back tears… we two have run about the slopes and picked the daisies fine… and frowned. This fucking song again.

He looked up toward the front of the bus, thinking he might beg for the driver to change the station to literally anything else, but his head swam with the movement. He did not feel so well anymore he realized as a pounding set in. He gave up any thought that wasn’t laying his head down and slumped down again, letting the motion of the bus lull him. By the time he got to his stop in the burbs Billy was sure he was ill and all he could think of was getting to his bed.

He forced his tired legs to put one foot down in front of the other, glad that he knew the way home well enough that he didn’t have to pay much attention. His head felt like it wasn’t attached to his neck, like it was liable to roll right off if he didn’t hold onto it with two hands. Distantly he thought that if someone were watching him now with an eye to snatch him and sell him on the black market he’d be easy pickings. He’d be a story in the newspaper that the omega wives would cluck their tongues about and the alphas would sigh over. ‘What was he doing out by himself when he should have been in school? Drunk too, by the sounds of it.’

Billy might have looked drunk stumbling down his street in the early afternoon but he didn’t feel it. He mostly just felt sick. It was strange but he could almost feel something pulling at him. The feeling reminded him of being caught in a riptide. He tried to push against it but it was a struggle just to keep his eyes open long enough to reach his house and find the extra key they kept under the pot with the dead plant in it on the front step.

When the door opened to the empty living room a sob caught in Billy’s chest. This might be the first time he could remember in years that he wished his father were home. He was scared he’d fucked up with the pills and poisoned himself and there was absolutely no one to help him. Falling onto the sagging couch in the middle of the living room, Billy told himself he just needed sleep. That it was a bad reaction, because he should have waited, but he’d be fine… he’d be… for auld lang syne, my dear, for… for the love of god! He fucking hated Christmas.

Billy tried to shout for the driver to turn off the radio but he couldn’t get his mouth to move. He was caught, and the tide was pulling him down, down, down, into the dark. The chorus of singing voices were still echoing in his head as he passed out.

~ Chicago 2002 ~

The first hint Billy had that he was not in Kansas anymore was the softness. It felt like he was laying on a bed of clouds, so fluffy was the pillow resting under his cheek and comfortable the mattress that cushioned him. He couldn’t help burrowing deeper into that warmth and softness. He’d never been allowed to make anything approaching a nest, but he imagined that if he had it couldn’t have felt better than this. The comforter lying over him was buttery soft… but it smelled strange.

The smell was the second clue. Because it smelled like omega. Ripe. Dense. Like he’d sweated out his blockers and rolled around in the sheets for hours. And that wasn’t good. That was dangerous. Billy had jerked awake and already started to scramble out of bed tearing the blanket and the sheets off the bed thinking, get them in the laundry and get in the shower right now right now, when he froze. Because it wasn’t just his scent that wasn’t what it should be.

That couldn’t be right though. Could it? His heart picking up pace in his chest Billy tentatively brought a corner of the comforter to his nose and sniffed.His senses were flooded with the scent of a strange alpha. It was so strong he couldn’t figure out how he’d missed it until now. The whole room smelled like toasted almonds and and…Billy kept sniffing. At first it was to try and identify what else it was making that scent smell so good, so masculine and warm, but he kind of forgot about that along the way. Fuck he’d never smelled anything so good.

A low rumbling sound filled his ears and Billy yelped, dropping the blanket. He whirled around to face a threat that wasn’t there. The room – this big ass room that wasn’t his – was empty. He’d been startled by the sound of his own purr. Fear began to numb Billy as he realized that he was in a strangers house, with an alpha off his blockers. His frantic brain kept screaming that he’d been trafficked and that any minute now some huge ugly asshole was going to burst in here and try and knot him whether he wanted it or not. No. Fuck no. He was big for an omega. Hadn’t spent all that time bulking up and honing his body just to wind up a sex toy. If he stayed calm he’d find a way out. Billy forced himself to breathe and to look around the room for an escape route.

The room he was in was… well strange. There weren’t chains on the bedpost or anything weird like that. It was the ordinariness of it that was off putting actually. It was like he was Goldilocks and he’d stumbled into the house of some unsuspecting alpha and fallen asleep in their bed. Maybe he had? Billy strained for a moment to remember. He’d been so out of it, had he accidentally gone to the wrong house? Picked up the wrong key from under the wrong potted plant?

But no, even as he thought it Billy knew he hadn’t. This bedroom was the size of his living room. There weren’t any houses on Battle Creek road that could accommodate a room like this. The big four poster bed looked like it had been bought out of a catalogue. The heavy oak furnishings were obviously well made and the carpet beneath his toes was white. Only rich people had the time or the money to keep white carpets clean.

He noticed there was a rack of dumbbell weights tucked in the corner near the closet and a pair of running shoes had been left haphazardly near the closed door of what was presumably the bathroom – if the sound of running water behind the door was anything to judge by. Oh fuck oh fuck – Billy wheezed, realizing that the sound of the shower meant there was a naked alpha with very big feet behind that flimsy looking door. Some sick pervert who had to kidnap underage omegas just to get his knot in.

Billy shook his head sharply and made himself focus. The door was sure to be locked but there were large windows on either side of the bed. He hurried over to the one on the right side, shocked to find it not only unlocked but cracked open to let in a biting breath of air. Billy pushed the window open as far as it would go and stuck his head out, dismayed by the sight of the ground too far below to jump and covered in a white blanket of snow.

“What the fuck?” he stumbled back from the window, struggling more and more to keep the panic at bay because that was fucking snow outside! Where the fuck was he? Drugs. It had to be drugs. They’d have kept him unconscious while they transported him across state lines, or god fuck, maybe even out of the country! That would explain why the blockers were gone and his scent was so strong too.

Abandoning caution Billy ran to the bedroom door to try the knob. He couldn’t believe it but it turned easily under his hand and the door opened to the hallway beyond. He saw the flight of stairs at the end of the hall almost immediately and made a beeline for them. But when he reached the top of the stair a soft sound made him stop. It was music, slightly tinny in that way it got when it was being pushed through a speaker, and it was coming from a bedroom near the stairwell. The door had been left open just enough for Billy to glimpse pastel blue walls dotted in daisies.

It was just a tinkling tune without words but Billy already knew them by heart. He heard them in his head as he crept closer to that door and pushed it open, pulled by the distant memory of his mother singing in the kitchen some Christmas long ago and her scent blooming bright with happiness. Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?

Billy had walked into a nursery. There was a changing station next to a white wardrobe that bore small colorful footprints up the side, marking the growth of a child. There were toys and books lining a stack of shelves near a window covered in gauzy curtains, and an old rocking chair set beside it. Billy blinked, taken back by the sight of the big purple octopus that had been shoved onto it. The stitching on one of its eyes was mostly gone, giving it the appearance of winking. Someone had taped a small red squirt gun to one of its arms and pointed it at the door. What the fuck is going on? He thought even as his feet carried him to the edge of the toddler bed overflowing with pillows and stuffed toys. In the center of what was obviously a tiny nest even to Billy’s untrained eye, was a small girl.

Honey colored lashes rested against a round cheek. Her hair fell down her back in soft blond waves that curled a bit more in the back. She had a lot of it. Billy didn’t think kids that size usually had so much hair. Did they? He wouldn’t know. Didn’t like kids! But something about the pup asleep in the bed had grabbed ahold of him and wouldn’t let him go. Was it her scent, milky and baby powder soft with a hint of omega sweetness? Was this some kind of weird omegean baby fever because he was off his meds?

“Hard to remember why we set the limit at two when they’re asleep like this isn’t it?” A voice said softly behind him and it was only years of living with Neil that kept him from jumping out of his skin. He froze like a deer in headlights because that was the key to survival sometimes. If he didn’t move (didn’t breathe) Neil might not find anything that needed correction. But Billy could feel the alpha’s eyes burning into his back and the weight of his expectation. His skin was crawling thinking about having some strange guy behind him so…

Billy turned slowly, and gaped at the man – because it was decidedly a man – he found leaning against the door frame in nothing but a towel. Blushes and shy glances were for sissy omegas and girls, but he found his eyes darting away from the sight of the slick hair clinging to the alpha’s well defined chest and then back again for another look; because fuck me, the guy was hot.

“Babe?” Mr. Chest hair asked, that single word imbued with so much significance that Billy’s fear started to resurface. There was just no good reason for some old guy to be standing there calling Billy ‘babe’ like they’re in a sitcom and Billy’s June Cleaver. They’re strangers to each other and the guy has to be at least forty. Billy doesn’t see any grays but he’s from California sacred home of implants and hair dye so that means nothing.

“Where am I and who the fuck are you?” Billy demanded. He didn’t know what sort of reaction he expected from the alpha; but it wasn’t for the bemused smile on his handsome face to disappear and for his eyes to narrow on Billy in speculation. The alpha had pretty eyes Billy noticed, if only because they were rounder and softer than was typical for alphas. Billy didn’t think it detracted from his appeal one bit, but then again Billy wasn’t the typical omega either.

Disturbed perhaps by the sharpness in Billy’s tone and the scent of omega distress filling the room, the sleeping pup shifted in her bed drawing both their gazes. Billy held his breath and prayed the kid wouldn’t wake up. He didn’t know why, but whatever this was going to be he didn’t think a pup that young should see it. The alpha seemed just as relieved as he was when the girl settled and slept on.

“Well that’s one crisis averted.” He muttered before looking back at Billy again like someone gearing up for a chore they weren’t particularly fond of. “Why don’t we get dressed and then we’ll sit down and talk. Okay? I’m sure you’re very scared right now and have lots of questions.”

He knew it wasn’t a logical response but Billy resented that look and the implication that he could be handled like he was the one who was three-years-old.

“I’m not scared of you old man. I’m pissed and I’m leaving!” Billy declared, lowering his voice halfway through when he remembered the kid. But he wasn’t going to wait around either. The guy was taller but Billy had him beat for muscle, plus he was younger so that had to count for something. He barreled his way past the alpha but the guy didn’t try and stop him. Probably because he seemed more concerned with shutting the door of the kid’s room and making sure she wouldn’t see or hear whatever was about to happen next.

Billy took off down the stairs at a run.

“Damn it. Billy! Billy wait!”

He ignored the guy calling after him and took the stairs as fast as he could, hopping the last two to land at the bottom and bolt toward what he hoped was the front hall, judging solely by the brighter daylight he could see spilling across the stretch of wood floor beyond the archway. Thankfully he had guessed right. Dominating the short little hall between the stairs and some kind of living room was a set of big doors with fancy window cutouts.

“Billy!” He could hear the alpha behind him over the drumming of his heart. He made a desperate break for the doors, praying, praying, oh please god please.

Billy stumbled out into the blindingly bright snow, his saint Christopher’s medal swinging and slapping against his skin from the momentum. That was when it sank in that he was without a shirt or shoes. Fuck, fuck fucking fuck! Billy took several hopping steps as the chill speared its way through the pads of his feet and up his legs. It was so fucking cold!

A dog barked and Billy looked up to see an elderly woman in a set of pink hair rollers walking a fluffy white dog on the sidewalk passed the drive.

“Help!” Billy called out, waving his arms. “I need help!”

The woman looked up startled, her wary expression melted away into one of recognition and then scandal. Her face scrunched up disapproving, as if the sight of half dressed teenage omega in obvious distress was some kind of stain on the neighborhood.

“Mr. Harrington! Does your alpha know you’re outside in your underwear?!”

Billy ran. He had no idea who this Harrington guy was that the old bat had mistaken him for, but he knew the woman would be of no help to him. She didn’t have a single question about why a teenage omega would run out of a house barely clothed making a scene besides did his alpha know. If that alpha caught up he could say whatever he wanted and that old woman would take it as gospel.

So Billy ran as best he could in his bare feet down the drive and into the street, ignoring the woman’s increasingly frantic calls.

“Mr. Harrington?! William!”

Billy bit his tongue to stave off the knee jerk instinct to turn and correct her. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

‘Your name is Billy.’ He told himself, bare feet pounding against un-shoveled sidewalks as he ran. ‘You might be an omega but you won’t be a victim. So fucking run.’

Billy ignored the pain in his feet and the cold gripping his body as he ran down the street, passing block after block of picture perfect homes with pruned shrubs, long driveways, and two-car garages all covered in cotton cob webs, pumpkins, spiders, and ghouls. What the fuck was going on? He’d heard of people holding onto their Christmas décor but who kept their Halloween decorations up past November?

Billy slowed as he reached the intersection of what looked to be a main street. The cookie cutter houses had given way to shops, and he could see what looked like a gas station two blocks down to the left. Billy stood at the intersection unsure of which way to go, watching the cars pass while he waited for the light to change. It was an odd thing to do maybe, wait for a light to change when you were being chased, but Billy’s thoughts were no longer on what was behind him but what was right in front of him.

The cars were all wrong.

He couldn’t explain how in so many words. They were just off. He saw too many models and makes that he just didn’t recognize. It seemed excessive even for a rich neighborhood that so many people would be driving foreign cars. And the ones he did recognize looked weird. A slimmer body here, a rounder trunk there. And the ones that were the same, that should have just rolled off the factory floor for some Bob or Ted to show off in, they all looked old. Well used and ready to be handed down to some eager teen.

The light turned green. Shaking, Billy crossed the street. He was no longer thinking of running but of reflections. He needed to find his, because the cars were all wrong, and maybe it was just in his head but he thought that maybe his voice was wrong too. He’d been so scared before that it hadn’t registered, but his voice sounded different in his ears. Still recognizable but off. Just like the cars.

A book store was the first shop on the strip. The window had been decorated in fake cobwebs and a paper witch riding a broom hung from a hook in the ceiling along with a trio of ghosts. But the window was clean and just lit enough that he could see his reflection in the glass.

Billy bit his lip, cringing away from the glass. The stranger had the same colored hair as his, but it was cropped short till it was longer in the front than the back, one annoying lock of hair still long enough to curl across his brow. Crawling over abs that looked like the ones Billy worked so hard to develop were a network of thick scars on the stranger’s abdomen, like he’d been in a fucking knife fight and come out the loser. But honestly it wasn’t the scars that Billy found the most upsetting. It was the fucking stretch marks on the man’s stomach, fuck, and the lines on his face. The stranger in his reflection was old.

A car pulled up to the curb behind him, it’s engine purring softly, and Billy just stood there. He was too numb to run. Too numb to do anything but stare down at the legs of the body that was somehow his but not his and wonder how he could have aged so much in a single afternoon. He had to be dreaming, he decided. There was no other explanation for it. Dr. Mehta had warned him increasing his prescription might have psychological effects right? Boy did he have a story for her! He started to giggle despite everything. Because it was kind of funny when he thought about the doctor asking him if he’d noticed any adverse side effects.

“Billy?”

One of those side effects was a tall handsome alpha, now dressed in a long coat with smart looking buttons. He had a ratty pair of shoes in one hand and the coat was unbuttoned. He’d also left the car running and the door open, Billy noticed, as if he thought he might have to leap back in again at a moments notice. He needn’t have worried. Billy wasn’t going anywhere. It was fucking cold and this was all a dream so…nowhere to go.

“I’m old.” Billy said the only thing he could think of that seemed to matter in that moment.

The alpha’s mouth quirked a little, like he might smile and replied softly, “Yeah. Fucking ancient.”

He waited, but when Billy didn’t say anything else and made no attempt to move he heaved a sigh and ran a trembling hand through his thick head of dark hair. “What’s the plan here B-Billy?” the alpha asked, stumbling in a way that made Billy think he’d been about to call him babe again. “I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna freeze out here. Will you at least put these on? They’re your favorites.”

He held his arm out and wiggled the tennis shoes like somebody would wiggle a steak in front of a hungry dog and Billy rolled his eyes.

“You give me shoes and then what? Are you gonna let me go home?” Billy thought he should ask, on the off chance that this wasn’t a dream. Maybe he was having some kind of psychotic episode. Fuck for all he knew he was wandering around downtown San Diego right now talking to himself.

“I’ll tell you what. Let me get you somewhere warm and dry – your choice!” he added hastily when Billy tensed and looked liable to bolt again. “We don’t have to go back to the house. We can go anywhere you want, this bookshop even, Billy, anywhere. Just let me get you warm and I can explain.”

Billy shivered. If this were one of those dime novels they made for omegas he’d be saying some shit about how it was the quiet intensity in the alpha’s eyes that did it, or the way he said ‘just let me get you warm’ and so clearly meant ‘let me take care of you’. But the truth was, Billy was really fucking cold and these shivers were bonafide freeze your balls and shake em off shivers. He was probably going to start crying like a little bitch if he didn’t get warm soon.

Stiffly he reached out and took the shoes from the alpha’s hand. It fucking hurt to lift his feet and slide them inside the trainers. The soles of his feet had long since gone numb. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d torn them up until they were raw and bloody. Bad as it stung, Billy had suffered way worse and wasn’t about to be a sissy about it so he forced one foot in after the other.

The alpha watching him swayed a little, and Billy noticed the way he had to physically stop himself from trying to stop him. That intense focus on him was a little unsettling, but not as scary as Billy would have imagined it would be. It was kind of nice in a strange way, watching the alpha bite his lip and wring his hands, all to keep himself from touching a distressed omega. Nobody would have blamed him for trying to help. Nobody would have stopped him either. A few, I’m sorries, it’s just my omega having an episode, and everyone would crown him alpha of the year and go about their business.

Shoes on, Billy stood up as straight as his stiff bones would allow. “How about we go to a police station?” he suggested just to be an asshole, but the brown haired alpha nodded easily and almost immediately agreed.

“Sure. I can drive us there, only… you’d have to get in the car.” Hands dove inside his pockets looking for his keys before he seemed to remember he’d left them in the engine. This was definitely a dream Billy decided. Because this was starting to feel like a fantasy. A gorgeous alpha who didn’t posture or immediately try and put Billy in an omega’s place, who was so worried about him apparently he couldn’t even think straight? Billy snorted. He wasn’t born fucking yesterday.

“Here’s fine.” He jerked his head toward the bookstore and turned to walk inside.

“Wait! I uh –” The alpha turned and darted back to the car. Billy watched shivering as he turned the engine off and slammed the door behind himself. He came running back with something slung over his arm and Billy saw that it was a coat, similar to the one the alpha wore but in a darker coal grey. Billy snatched the coat warily from the alpha’s extended hands.

“You had a coat the whole time?” he accused once he’d wrapped the stupidly soft thing around himself like a burrito wrapper. He immediately felt better in it. Like the sheets it smelled strongly of Billy, but it also smelled like the alpha too, and Billy had to resist the urge to rub his cheek against the collar to saturate his face in it. It smelled so good. Fuck. Why?!

“I figured if you did another runner the shoes would be more useful?” The alpha grinned sheepishly and shrugged. He was trying to subtly edge Billy toward the door of the bookshop, practically squirming in place, and Billy could smell the anxiety twisting through his scent. The guy was clearly going to pop if Billy didn’t get inside where it was warm, and yet he’d brought Billy running shoes instead of a coat…

He was so cute. And Billy was so screwed.

Neil had made it clear what would happen if Billy ever even thought about letting an alpha close to him. So it was probably for the best that the alpha of his dreams was just the product of a very vivid drug dream.

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chatoicboy · 1 year

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I am saying this in the nicest way possible.

IF YOU HAVE AN OC X CHARACTER DONT USE X READER OR X Y/N TAGS

Don’t say it’s cause you want to reach out more cause WE DO BLOCK THOSE WHO DO THIS

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reallyromealone · 5 months

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i am on my knees rn begging for you to write anything fluffy n domestic with billy hargrove 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

(you can make it abo if you wanna (omega reader) or not idm)

Title: Domestic bliss

Billy Hargrove x male reader

Warnings: male reader omegaverse Omega reader alpha billy good billy

I can absolutely do this! And thank you for understanding I have a problem uwu

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Billy followed his mate and pup as they went grocery shopping, (name) following his list as their little pup played with her Dams fingers as passerbys cooed at her precious features, Billy feeling a sense of pride at the product of love that (name) and him made. "Babe, they have a deal on cereal..." (Name) said softly as billy Rested his head on (name)s shoulder to see the cereals "looks good sweet cheeks, you know what I like" he said into (name)s ears to tease him as the Omega playfully rolled his eyes.

Billy never thought he would crave such domesticity but here he was, being a dutiful husband, father and mate.

He never expected to get with the quietest Omega at the high school, took him a month to get a word out of (name) and three to get a date. (Name) gave him a goal, to never be like his dad and so far he was succeeding he'd like to think.

"Baby could you grab the case of soda?" (Name) wasn't allowed to do heavy lifting with Billy around especially with the fact he was carrying their second pup, well into his second trimester and Billy wanted it to be as smooth as possible and taking on things for their daughter when (name) needed a break.

"I don't date players" he remembered (name) say, the two had gone through MANY ups and downs during their relationship, many tears and smiles and he wouldn't replace it for anything.

"You go put half-pint for her nap, I'll put the groceries away" Billy commanded, (name) feeling a little hazy as he did so, wandering with their one year old.

The two cuddled on the couch, (name) feeling relaxed as he snuggled into his mates chest, the smell of colonge and pharamones soothing him.

"You good baby doll?'

"Mmmhmm"

"Good, take a nap baby I'm not going anywhere"

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x reader

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the-hanged-lover · 6 months

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when the vyvanse hits so you cook up some more text posts (but still won't do your assignments)

didn’t expect these to be so popular. y’all have been so nice to me 😭😭. thanks everyone

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 6

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 9 months

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Alpha!Billy Hargrove X Omega!AFAB!Reader

Summary: It was hard to pretend that everything could just go back to normal once your best friend present as an Alpha and you knew you were doomed to become a Beta. But can one night change it all?

Warnings: SMUT MDNI 18 + Only. Language, talk of eating, bad mother figure, smoking depicted, friends to lovers, slight angst, crying, kissing. Omegaverse themes including: scent, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, mating

A/N: I have never written anything like this before but I love to read Omegaverse (guilty pleasure) please don’t hate me but constructive criticism is always welcome. 🧡💜

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*~*~*~*~*~*

Something about today as you woke up just felt wrong. The sun lit the room through your window, bathing everything in its golden rays. You blink wearily against the light, pulling your baby blue comforter around your shoulders, something deep in your gut is begging to stay, to avoid the day like it and everyone in it didn’t exist; but the yelling from down stairs won’t allow it. So with no other choice you throw the covers to the foot of your bed and shuffle to your closet.

“Well about damn time.” You amble into the kitchen, meet not only with the sour look on your mother’s face but the almost permanent ring of smoke circling her head. Ignoring her you head straight for the fridge. The hinges creak, the small bulb illuminating the nearly empty shelves as you snatch up the brown paper bag.

“Listen, Jerry is taking me out later so I’m not gonna be home, fend for yourself. ” Her scratchy voice irritates you further, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Who? Jerry? Have I met him?

“Okay.” You glance at her briefly, bright pink curlers standing out amongst her greying hair, her attention fixed on the newspaper and Virginia Slims in her hand. The hard lines around her lips have turned her face into a scowl, and you briefly wonder when the last time you saw her smile was.

A horn blares outside in a short pattern, giving you your cue to leave. You force yourself to hurry to the door flinging your pack over your shoulder and shoving your feet into your shoes.

The late summer sun has already started baking the little town, the dew on the grass chilling your ankles as you make your way to the blue Camaro. Music rattles the windows as the driver drums to the beat on the steering wheel. You can faintly make out his head bobbing, blond curls swaying with the movement.

You pull the door open and flop in ungraciously, letting your head fall back against the leather seat with a groan. “Well good morning to you too, sunshine.” Billy laughs from beside you as he starts to reverse out of your drive way, an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

“Nothin’ good about it.” You mumble, only loud enough for him to hear over his music.

He glances at you fully, focusing on the bags under your eyes, how your skin is slightly paler than usual. You’re dressed simply in an old black shirt with your favorite jeans, the jeans you almost always wear because you’ve ‘broken them in just right’.

“You feeling okay?” Billy flicks off his music as he peels off down the backroad towards school, the long way.

You let your head lull to the side, managing a small smirk at the fact that you two had unknowingly coordinated your outfits, yet again. Though he fills his shirt out more, the arms tight on his biceps just how he likes, the bottom tucked into his jeans military style. “I don’t know. I just feel… weird.” You make a face, focusing back on the road watching the green trees zip by. The leaves are starting to brown, a result of being at the highest point of summer.

Billy pulls his own face, propping his elbow on the door, he pulls the cigarette from his mouth, twirling it between his fingers. “Weird how? Like sick weird, throw up weird, period weird-.”

You groan again cutting him off, rubbing a hand over your eyes. “Just weird. I just want to go back to bed.”

“Wanna play hooky?” It’s a genuine question and you like the idea of it, a lot, but you shake your head.

“No. It’s the day before break and if they find out you’re skipping again you’ll get a detention.” Billy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue because he knows you’re right.

The rest of the ride is comfortably silent, letting you doze off for a few more precious moments before the engine dying startles you awake. You sit up straighter, running your fingers through your hair as you glance around, suddenly catching Billy’s unwavering stare.

“What’s that smell?”

A look of horror crosses your features, suddenly grabbing your shirt to bring to your nose. “What smell? I smell?”

“No, no, no. like… did you get a new perfume?” You shake your head slowly, watching him try to piece together in his head what it could be. “It smells good, like really good.” But he can’t put his finger on what exactly it is, so he leans closer, sniffing the air around you.

“God you’re weird.” You laugh, smushing his face with your palm as you push him away. You grab your bag as he mutters under his breath, reaching behind the seat for his own. You both step out onto the gravel parking lot, other student milling about making their way towards either the high school or the middle school next door. You start to walk off, expecting Billy to follow only to have your arm tugged back, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey, wait.” Billy looms over you slightly, making you crane your neck to keep eye contact. You still weren’t entirely use to that new aspect. “Why don’t you come over tonight? We really haven’t hung out outside of school since…” He trails off, looking at you hopefully and you feel your muscles tighten, prepared to give an excuse.

It’s been months since Billy presented as an Alpha, months since everything between the two of you had suddenly shifted. On top of the ego and hot attitude he already possessed, people suddenly expected more of him, respected him like they hadn’t before. An Alpha in a town run by Betas.

Coming from a family of all Betas, watching your best friend become suddenly so… important made your insides tent with green jealousy. As happy as you wanted to be for him you felt yourself pull away, not wanting to stand in his shadow.

“I don’t-.”

“Look, it’s still me, Y/n. It’s still just Billy. We can grab dinner, watch movies, I’ll even do those stupid mud masks if you want just… just come over.” Please. Billy was never one to beg, but for you he made an exception. He had a soft side he kept behind mean words and cruel actions, and only you were privy to it.

Sighing you glance at the ground, analyzing the different sized rocks and tuffs of grass that managed to grow between them. The yellow dandelions turning their faces to the sky. “Okay… I’ll think about it.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

By lunch time you’ve progressively gotten worse, your body on autopilot as you move at a snails pace from class to class. Even most of your teachers have noticed, their honor student with her tired eyes, deciding to keep their questions for the rest of the class as you struggle to keep up. Currently you sit slumped over your food, your head in your hands, eyes closed and focusing on your breathing.

In your head you’re over thinking everything it could be, from the mild to the extreme. The flu to an aneurism, a common cold to a heart attack. Your paranoia latching on and prying deep. It’s only when you feel a presence creep up on you, no his presence, does something in your chest relax, letting your body shake off the unease.

“Hey, dolly.” Billy’s voice is warm and heavy when he drops into the seat beside yours, throwing an arm around your shoulders and dragging you into his side. The smell of his cologne is almost overwhelming, and it’s different, not the usual one he wears or the one you gifted him for his birthday. Pine, and leaves, and rain but something underneath that is entirely him.

“Hey.” You lean into his touch, your muscles relaxing and a soft sigh slipping past your lips. You don’t bother opening your eyes, just pressing your cheek into his chest, breathing him in.

Billy watches you, the soft lines in your face, the curve of your lips. Something in his brain demands to protect, the impulse so raw that it takes him by surprise. He tightens his grip on you, little to your notice.

“Still not feeling good?” You only shake your head in response. “Still thinking about coming over later?”

Yes.

It’s all you have been able to think about. It wasn’t like you had never spent the night with Billy before, either at his place or your own. That wasn’t what was bothering you.

You’d just never been alone with an Alpha. You’ve only meet three in Hawkins, the chief being one of them, and the other two married and mated. You’d heard the rumors that young Alphas were far more aggressive, unable to restrain themselves if their instincts took over, it was preached in every health class.

But what if he’s right? What if you’re just over reacting?

“Yeah, I’ll come over… but only if we go to Bennys tonight.”

Billy chuckles, and it’s a deep noise against your ear. “You drive a hard bargain.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Billy had made good on his promise.

He took you straight from school to the Family Video in town, letting you pick out whatever you wanted with the promise that it wasn’t going to be sad.

Then it was on to the little five and dine, Bennys, the one that has your favorite pancakes and fruit salad. He blared the mix tape you had made months ago, despite your groaning, feeling accomplished when he caught you nodding along.

The house is empty and dark, Billy explaining that Neil had taken Max and Susan off somewhere for the week, as the two of you bring in everything from the car. He flicks on the lights as you drop onto the couch, rubbing your clammy palms against the front of your jeans.

Billy hums softly as he walks around the small living room, setting down the movies and food on the low coffee table. He glances over at you, your face pinched, lip caught between your teeth, and leg bouncing a mile a minute.

“Dolly.” Your eyes snap to his, a little wide at the curt clip of his tone. Billy stops in front of you, holding out his hand, watching as you shakily take it, pulling yourself to your feet.

“I think I should go home, really I just feel-.”

“Weird. I know.” He ducks his head slightly, searching your face with sympathetic eyes, “But we’re gonna get it figured out. I want you to go grab a shirt from my closet, get on something comfortable and come back in here.”

His expression leaves no room for argument, so you do as you’re told. His room is lit only by the small desk lamp, but you know you could find your way around in total darkness. Billy always leaves your favorite shirt in the same place in the closet, the stained grey one that reaches the middle of your thighs and hangs loosely about your frame. Leaving your jeans and shoes pooled by the foot of his bed, you steal a look at yourself in his mirror and cringe. You look as tired as you feel, shoulders slumped, ghostly complexion like you’d never seen the sun before.

You turn away with a disgruntled grunt. When you come back out the living room is dark again, the tv and kitchen light your only guide as you pad across the burnt orange carpet. You step around the couch, avoiding the gym equipment laying against the wall so as to not stub your toes like you are prone to do when you are over.

Billy’s dumped fresh popcorn into a giant blue bowl, a snack he knows you can never resist, as he meets you in the arch way. He smiles down at you as he passes the dish over and turns you back towards the couch. Throw blankets are pulled out over the cushions and the tape is already playing through the advertisements. Your meals are set up on your respective ends of the table and you feel something in your heart tighten painfully.

“See, just like old times.”

And he was right.

The night crept away filled with laughter, food, and cheesy horror movies that had you groaning more than trembling. Half way through the first one you’re both complaining about the terrible quality and laughing at the others jokes. Half way through the second you’re throwing popcorn into the air to see who can catch the most while gossiping about the latest ‘Small Town Scandal’.

By the end of the third you’re curled into Billy’s side, his long legs stretched out in front of him as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He’s warm with his arm tucked around your shoulders, and his heart beat is steady against your ear. It lulls you in and out of sleep as the credits begin to roll.

“Billy…” You whisper, poking him in the side with your finger.

“Hmm?”

“Movie’s over.”

He groans and starts to sit up, helping you with a hand on your back. “Next time I pick the movies.” You both sluggishly move to his room, crawling under the grey covers of his full sized bed.

“Told you.” He mumbles, sleep making his voice deep and gravelly. “Right as rain.” You only give a small grunt though a smile pulls at your lips as you nestle under the covers, surrendering easily to the peaceful sleep that over comes you.

For a few hours at least.

*~*~*~*~*~*

You don’t know exactly how you ended up here, but here you are, curled in on yourself on the cold tile of Billy’s ugly green bathroom going into heat.

A heat you aren’t supposed to be having.

Tears steadily stream over your pink painted cheeks as you hug the side of the bathtub, another burning cramp sending a rush of pain through every nerve in your body.

It’s as if someone has doused you gasoline and struck a match. Your body burns from the inside out with an intensity you’d never felt before, the cramps in your lower stomach hurling you into the fetal position as the continue to seize your body. But above it all was the ache between your thighs. Your sex pulsed and squeezed, fogging your thoughts through the waves of arousal soaking your panties and dripping down the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

Why is there so much?

You desperately try to think about anything you’ve learned over the years about Omegas and their heats, but all you can focus on is the ache in your body. What good are you as a straight A student if you can’t remember a simple health class?

You groan, pitchy and breathless, trying to muffle the noise by biting into your lip. Subconsciously, you’re praying that something, anything, anyone, would save you from this hell as you sob harder, another cramp slicing through your abdomen.

“Y/n?” Billy’s voice floats through the wooden door and you freeze, even the tremors in your muscles stop momentarily. You don’t dare make a sound, don’t even breath as you wait, hoping it’s your imagination until the white door rattles under his knuckles. “Sweetheart? I’m coming in…”

Your head snaps up, eyes landing on the unlocked brass handle and you nearly slip on the small rug in your efforts to get up. A fresh wave of pain seizes your body with a whine as the door swings open.

The low amber light illuminates him against the dark hallway, his curly hair tussled from sleep, pressed down on one side. He’s only wearing those annoyingly short gym shorts, his bronze skin and large frame on display. His chest is rising and falling quickly, like he’d just ran miles to get here.

Billy had woken to that same scent from earlier pelting his senses, stronger, and all fully feminine. Lavender and vanilla and lilac but earthy and natural and purely his. It covered his sheets and comforter and filled his room. He followed it straight to the bathroom, his wolf guiding him more than himself and now he’s entranced, bewitched even as he stares down at you.

Your cheeks are wet, hair teased like you’d been pulling on it. The shirt you are wearing is soaked with cold sweat, and he can smell your slick, making his mouth water.

A deep rumbling growl escapes from his chest before he can even register it’s happening, pulling a submissive whimper from you as you drop onto the edge of the tub, staring wide eyed like a lost puppy. He takes a step closer and you flinch involuntarily, embarrassed and horrified this was all happening right here, right in front of him as your wrap your arms around your center.

“I… I need to go home, Billy.” Your voice is uneven and octaves higher, your chest constricting with each painful breath as your watery eyes drop away from his smoldering gaze. Billy couches down in front of you on the shaggy bath mat, wrapping a large palm around the back of your calf. He gives the tense muscle a firm squeeze, trying to ground you in anyway he can as you whimper and squirm, his presence worsening the pain.

This is what Alphas do to Omegas, unknowingly spur this heat into overdrive.

Billy takes a steadying breath, licking his lips, and searches your tear streaked face. “You’re in heat, little Omega…” It’s like his words amplify everything by ten and your suddenly teetering on the edge of the tub, your hands flying out for support as a wave of pain makes you cry out.

Your palms land on his chest as you finally drag your gaze to his, his blue irises hooded with that animalistic need, mirroring your own. “I don’t… understand… why?” You pant, his scent intoxicating making you lean in, unable to get enough.

Billy only shakes his head, pressing in closer, spreading your knees around his waist as his hand travels up to your thigh. “You’re presenting, it’s going to be okay.” Billy’s other hand finds your hip, and it takes every last bit of concentration you have to focus on him as your sex pulses with need, demanding attention.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do… it hurts so bad…” Your voice breaks, shaking harshly as your hands slip up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer without a thought because he feels so good, so right against your skin as his width presses your thighs farther apart. Billy doesn’t stop you either, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his neck. Your scent is over powering at this proximity, his grip tightening on your body to control himself.

He coos lightly, his eyes dropping to your lips, specifically your plump lower one now darkening as a bruise forms in the shape of your teeth. “I know baby, I’m here, I’m going to help you.”

“How?” You croak, the uncertainty in your voice stabbing Billy in the chest.

“You trust me right?” He drops his voice to a whisper, his body flush with your own, hands slowly skimming up your body to rest against your neck. You swallow thickly, before nodding. Billy leans forward, closing off that last little bit of distance with a testing kiss.

Need shoots through you, stronger that ever and you respond hungrily. Your arms slip fully around his neck, sliding off of the tub with a desperate moan. Instinct takes over, your submissiveness showing as you open yourself to him, Billy’s tongue licking into your mouth as the kiss turns more wild.

Billy stands, holding you easily with two large hands cupping your ass, as he turns heading for the door. Your legs wrap around his waist, humming into the kiss as he bumps into a wall, his steps uneven as he makes his way into his bedroom.

You gasp for breath as he lowers you both onto the bed, his weight warm and welcoming. “Pretty Omega, my sweet girl.” His lips tickle your ear as he leans in, his hands fisting the blankets by your head as he starts to leave the bed. You whine loudly, your legs locking around his hips forcefully. Billy chuckles, a deep sound that makes your back bow up. “Gotta let go, let me up honey.”

“Please…” You beg, “Don’t leave me, Alpha.” It is the first time you have ever used his new title, his pounding heart going into double time. He shifts his weight, cupping your face with one hand, as your squirm. You desperately try to rut your hips against his, the feeling of having him so close but not close enough making your chest constrict and your head spin.

Somewhere in the back of your lust addled brain you knows you should be embarrassed, your desperation turning you into someone you’re not. But the new beast prowling under your skin refuses to let that happen. She knows just what she wants and will have it.

“I’m right here baby, but you’ve got to let me help you. You can do that, can’t you?” Billy’s words are laced with a calming purr, thumb swiping carefully over your lips, catching on the bottom one and pulling it down slightly. Only when you nod, your limbs relaxing around him, does he let it go with a soft plop. “Good girl.”

He doesn’t bother with formalities, instead gripping the collar of the old t-shirt in both hands and tugging. He rips the worn material down the center, making you yelp in surprise. He’s more forgiving with your panties, fingers dipping below the elastic as he tugs them down your legs. The pale purple cotton is drenched with your slick, turning the color a dark shade that makes him moan at the sight. Billy tosses them over his shoulder carelessly, fixing his attention on your trembling body laid out before him.

“You’re so wet, just fucking drenched.” You jump and moan as he swipes a finger through your puffy lips, watching as your cunt squeezes around air. He wasn’t lying when he said you were drenched, your slick glistening off of your thighs, slipping down the curve of your ass to his bedsheets. The sight alone is enough to have him throbbing painfully in the confines of his shorts.

He can’t help himself as he starts to play with your pussy, barely dipping his long fingers between your lips before dragging them up to your clit. He circles the bud slowly, watching in awe as you respond so eagerly, head thrown back loud moans filling the space around you. You cry an abundance of pleas, his name mixed with any other words you can manage to string together. Your hips rock to take his fingers deeper each time he circles your opening, face scrunched with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Finally pulling himself away from your body, Billy nearly shreds his shorts in his haste to get rid of them. His cock springs free with a groan, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as his head drops back. It’s pulsing and uncomfortably hard, beads of milky precum roll down his thick shaft, catching in the corse blond hair at the base.

“Look at me, Omega.” His demand washes over you, compelling you the only way and Alpha can, to do as your told. You lift your head, dazed eyes settling on his handsome face. His kiss swollen lips are parted slightly, eyes wild with need as his gaze consumes you. You never felt more exposed and yet safe at the same time.

Then your eyes flicker lower.

You let loss a wavering moan, fingers curling into the covers as you openly stare. Billy smiles, enjoying the way you follow his hand as he wraps it around himself, pumping his shaft slowly. He’s big, bigger than you would of imagined him to be. His fingers barely wrapping around his girth and if you want to be honest with yourself it’s intimidating.

“Billy… I’ve never…” He climbs onto the bed between your thighs, rough hands slipping down your skin, squeezing the supple fat under his fingertips.

“It’s okay, let me take care of you.” Billy leans down, capturing your lips in a slow, distracting kiss. Your eyes fall shut, arms slipping around his shoulders as he slowly aligned himself with your entrance. He presses forward and you gasp against his lips. The thick mushroom head squeezes in with a soft pop, breaching your walls and already making you feel so full and empty all at once.

Billy’s hand makes it’s way down to your thigh, lifting your leg and spreading you open as he drives his hips forward. He moans loudly, pressing his forehead against yours as he stills, a little under halfway inside you. “Takin’ me-fuck- you’re takin’ me so well.”

Your nails are digging into his skin, leaving big red lines in their wake as you try to hold onto something. You’d feel bad under normal circumstances if it didn’t seem like he was enjoying it so much. Billy’s lips find your neck, nuzzling the underside of your jaw, and trailing down to your shoulder. He’s breathing you in between sloppy kisses, your scent somehow sweeter than before.

“Please… please Billy.” Your leg hooks around his hips to encourage him to move and with one finally thrust he bottoms out into your spasming cunt. Your head presses back into the mattress, a low moan rattling out of your chest as the feeling of it all washes over you. You’re stuffed full, his weight bearing down on you, but for the first time in hours you feel a sense of calm settle into your bones. You were made for him, made just for this.

Billy lifts his head, your eyes catching in the dim light, and he gives you a lopsided smile. He pulls nearly completely out before filling you up again. You cry out his name, voice cracking on the syllables.

“That’s right baby, just like that.” Your walls flutter around his cock, his thrusts evening out as he finds his pace. Your hips rock to meet his, soft noises falling from your lips to accompany the harsh moans leaving him. The head of his cock is kissing your cervix, bringing in an entirely different kind of pain with the pleasure.

“Alpha… please… gonna cum!” Your fingers find his hair, tugging harshly as your body shakes harder. Billy slips his hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit. You scream as your orgasm washes over your body so quickly it leaves you dizzy, your release gushing and coating his cock.

“Fuuuuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, teeth bared as he fucks you through it. Your cunt trying to milk his own from him as he picks up his pace. You sob loudly, tears rolling down your temples as your hands slip to his sides, urging him not to stop.

“Please… Alpha… I uhh-.”

He slams into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “You’re so pretty on my cock, I just want to keep you here. Fuck your like this for the rest of my life.” His hand skims up to your abdomen, he presses down ever so slightly and you gasp, hips bucking at the sudden pressure. “This pussy was made just for that wasn’t it? Made just for me.”

Billy pulls out at a maddeningly slow drag, your cunt fighting to keep him in as he rubs along every right spot, making pleasure bloom at the base of your spine and radiate outwards. Only the tip of his cock rests between your folds, anticipation and excitement humming adding to the trembling of your limbs.

“Tell me baby.” Billy mumbles, cupping the back of your neck, squeezing and lifting you up from the mattress slightly. Your eyes lazily slide open, a languid smile spreading across your face that makes him falter. His heart suddenly beats impossibly faster, all of his thoughts flying from his brain except one.

This girl is mine.

“S-so good, ba-baby… d-don’t stop.” You stutter out between chattering teeth, hips rocking up taking him a few centimeters deeper.

Billy growls lowly pushing in all the way before pulling back out, he falls forward, bending you nearly in half as he cages you in. His mouth finds yours, sloppy and clashing teeth as his hips piston against yours, driving himself impossibly deeper as you cry and moan for him.

“You feel so fucking good,” He pants, lips skimming along your cheek, past your slack jaw and to your throat, nuzzling the delicate area where he can see your pulse pounding. “Always knew you’d feel this good.”

“B-Billy… Billy I’m gonna…” With each thrust your orgasm draws closer, pushing you to the limits of your pleasure, head tossed back and toes curling as you cling to him. Your cunt squeezes around him, pulsing rhythmically, letting him know you’re close.

“I’m gonna come Y/n, I’m gonna fuck you full of me and you’re going to take it all, are you? Gonna let me breed you, baby?” Billy isn’t graced with a reply, instead your body draws taught against his as you scream his name. Your orgasm rushes over you, washing any sense from your brain as your hips buck against his, and it’s his undoing.

Billy bottoms out, rope after rope of thick cum spilling into your spasming pussy, his knot swelling and locking you in place as he ruts into you. You can feel each pulse, and twitch, his spend filling you and sedating that insatiable need for the time being. Your body relaxes into his, that smile never leaving your lips.

“My Omega.” He whispers against your skin, teeth dragging and scratching your skin as he fights himself, his wolf demanding to lay its claim. “I need you.” He breaths, sinking his teeth into your flesh.

*~*~*~*~*~*

By the time morning seeps in through the blinds, neither of you have slept. Currently your laid out on his chest, the sheet draped over your backside as his seed fills your cunt. Billy’s hand is imbedded in your hair, the other on your hip, gripping you to him as he moans into the air.

It takes several minutes, and by the time his grip slackens there’s a small bulge in your abdomen. You’re blinking lazily, the haze of the night slowly clearing itself from your mind. “Billy?”

“Yes, baby?” His heart beat is evening out, the rhythmic thump seeping into your body.

You swallow, lifting your head and resting your chin on his chest. His eyes are closed, head tilted back relaxed against the pillows. His palm rubs up and down your side, gentle and calm.

Sometime during the night, between lust filled spurts of need, you had felt the mark. Your fingers had traced over the raised indents his teeth had left, several times. The realization that you were mated to your best friend hitting you like a crushing pile of bricks, and yet…

“We’re mated.” You whisper, feeling his chest stutter slightly. He clears his throat, the hand in your hair twitching slightly.

“I should of asked you. I’m sorry.” His voice holds a note of something you can’t place, his eyes are still closed, refusing to look at you. You sit up slowly, his knot still firmly in place, moaning a little at the feeling. That grabs his attention. Billy’s gaze snags on your face, where he finds your softly smile and gentle eyes.

“There are worse people to be mated with, I suppose.” Billy smiles, his hands resting on your hips, his grip firm and comforting.

“Definitely, could of been Danny.” You shudder at the thought of Billy’s little minion of a friend and he laughs loudly. “Come’er.” You happily oblige, kissing him slowly, pouring yourself into him as he does the same. Everything falling into the perfect rhythm.

There are definitely worse ways to find your forever.

#smut #apollyonsdarksecrets #stranger things smut #billy stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove smut #alpha!billy hargrove x omega!reader #omegaverse #alpha x omega

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can you tell us about the omega!billy ideas you have? i'm also very fond of the concept <33 i love when billy is suffering even more than usual -myriadof-fandoms

Aww thanks for asking me. ♥ And suffering Billy can be just something so... personal. Why do we enjoy torturing him so much? I don't know. But I can't get enough of it. 🤧

Anyway... I think I posted a little snippet of it last year (as a response to some writing tag game) and in that particular idea Billy's the usual 'secretly omega but pretending to be alpha/beta'. And Tommy and Steve are his best friends but they don't know about Billy's true identity yet because he's using scent blockers etc.

So this one school day Billy gets upset during a biology class (the topic that particularly upset him was regarding omegas of course but he wouldn't admit it), and Tommy and Steve wanna cheer him up so they invite him to Tommy's place for drinks/weed and some movies. And Billy knows it's a terrible idea because his heat is fast approaching and he should be at home getting ready for it; definitely not hanging around with two alphas (or alpha/beta, haven't decided yet). But he's angry, not thinking clearly, and feeling a little bold, a little rebellious, so he says fuck it and goes with them.

(also these ideas got way longer than they were supposed to so hiding them under the cut):

Naturally, Tommy's idea of a movie night is watching porn together while getting high/drunk = a jerk off contest, yay. Tommy and Steve are definitely getting into it, and Billy... well, he plays along. Billy thinks it's fucking stupid and risky but he's also competitive you know? And maybe they've fooled around before (just not mentioning it after), and so Tommy and Steve - one of them or both of them because they obviously both have a crush on Billy - want to get down on him, and Billy lets them but he's also really nervous because he knows that he's playing with fire here.

So his heat doesn't (miraculously) start right there that night, but then he stays over and falls asleep on Tommy's bed, being spooned and cradled by both of them. And when Billy wakes up, he feels awfully feverish and slick between his legs and he starts to panic. Especially when Steve starts to slowly stir awake as well, sniffing the air and sleepily mouthing against Billy's neck.

Billy gets off bed upon realizing that his heat has started and that the other boys will soon start to notice it, so he quickly excuses himself and drives back home as fast as he can. He lives alone, so no parents (especially shitty parents) to make him feel even worse about his condition as he quickly starts undressing and building a comfy nest on his bed.

He doesn't show up at school for the next two or three days and won't answer his phone because he's plugged it off the wall. Steve and Tommy start getting worried - Steve especially because he could smell something different that morning and his alpha senses got stronger, but he just couldn't tell for sure why. And they both finally decide to skip school and drive to Billy's place.

Billy lives on the second floor, and they first try ringing his doorbell downstairs but get no answer. Since Steve's good at climbing windows (heh), he's obviously going to do that here, too. And when he finally reaches Billy's bedroom window and peeks through it... well, he figures out a thing or two. :'D And I still haven't decided yet if both Steve and Tommy are gonna help Billy with his "little problem" or just Steve, but one thing is for sure: none of them are gonna ridicule Billy for being an omega (they're just a little surprised/shocked), and he's gonna be fed and taken good care of afterward, just like he deserves. <3 So I'm not actually gonna put him through hell this time - I'm just gonna make him suffer a little, heh.

But the other idea I had (I guess this was my original idea) was this kind of a... fantasy/medieval setting I guess? Where Steve's an actual king, a prime Alpha who rules an entire kingdom. So there's this backstory that he used to be a real dick when he was younger - a spoiled prince who became a king - and didn't always make the best decisions for his people let alone rule fairly, so he has definitely made enemies in the past (what king hasn't?) - and there's a group of rebels that keep causing him and his army trouble all the time.

So let's just say that Billy comes from a poor family and he's a male omega on top of that. And in this universe, male omegas are not just extremely rare, but they also often end up as prostitutes or worse because there's this tale among his people that omegas are born out of a curse, not as a sign of blessing. So in my mind, Billy's this poor guy, poor omega fella who lives with his stepsister Max and stepmother Susan who had his father murdered because he kept hurting his own son, and Susan could no longer take that.

So Susan is now trying to look after them but she's poor and her job at the market isn't bringing them much food or money at home, so Billy has to do something about it. He doesn't want to prostitute himself (and the herbs/potions he takes to mask his natural scent cost them, too) so they need money and protection, and Billy decides to join the rebels because the army won't hire him (he gets laughed at and spat on because he's poor). So having joined the rebels, he gets paid some at least and on top of that, he gets to fight for something good, too - which is a fight against the cruel king who's made their everyday lives a living hell.

So one night, during a particularly vicious attack against the king's castle, Billy finally gets captured and thrown in jail with the other rebels who survived the battle and tried to escape. He spends time in jail for days, without proper food or herbs/potions to mask his natural omega scent, and others are starting to take notice. The guards are mocking him and making obscene gestures and comment at him, and Billy has never felt so vulnerable and scared in his entire life - not even when his father was still alive and beat him up.

Max has somehow managed to talk her way into the king's castle (she can be very persuasive) and she begs King Steve to let Billy go because 'my brother has this... special condition, he could get really sick'. King Steve won't release Billy no matter how much Max begs him, but he reluctantly agrees to go down into the dungeons to actually see what the fuss is all about. The guards have drug Billy by force and struggle to keep him still because Billy might be an omega but he's still strong. When Billy finally stands in front of King Steve, snarls and tries to spit at him while the guards hold him still and punch him... King Steve's dark eyes are dilated and his blood feels hot in his veins. Billy's scent, now fully unmasked; vivid and intoxicating. Billy's not just one of the most beautiful men that Steve's ever laid his eyes on: he also happens to be a male omega who are supposed to be extra rare - even a complete myth, they say.

So naturally, once King Steve has laid his eyes on this unique specimen, he's absolutely enchanted by Billy's beauty and his strong spirit, and releases him from the dungeons. However, Billy isn't free to walk away from the castle - he must now serve King Steve as his personal assistant and advisor. Billy's given his own room and a soft, warm bed to sleep in, and the best healers and alchemists in the entire kingdom, to help him with his 'rare condition' - also that King Steve wouldn't be 'tempted' when he's around (he absolutely is but that's beside the point). And Billy gets to socialize with other omegas in the castle to avoid being too lonely (albeit Billy still feels lonely because he's still the only male omega around; nobody can truly understand him and 'his curse').

And well, let's just say that Billy's hate for the king slowly begins to dissipate over time as he realizes that Steve isn't all that cruel and evil as the stories tell. And while Billy's still a prisoner in the castle because he's committed a crime, at least he isn't down in the dungeons, and King Steve allows Max and Susan to visit him as well (Billy thinks about them all the time and worries for them).

Whether King Steve finally lets Billy go after Billy's served his time in his castle and then Billy returns to him, asking if he could come back and bring his family along, too. Or that Billy stays there willingly because he's fallen in love with the king and vice versa (Max and Susan moving in later)... I haven't decided yet. D:

It's kind of a twisted story (maybe a little akin to Beauty and the Beast), with an A/B/O + soulmates twist, and I've been feeling nervous about it even starting it, 'cause. I don't know. It's a heavy story to write I guess. :D But I still keep thinking about it every once in a while.

#replies #myriadof-fandoms #omega!billy #harringrove #keg boys #a/b/o au #fantasy au #soulmates au #my headcanons #my writing #thanks again for sending me this ask <3

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vanshoundd · 3 months

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Bonding

#butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #billy butcher x homelander #omegaverse #alpha billy butcher #omega homelander

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tuiccim · 2 months

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Wrecked (Part 2)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

Thursday night ended up being busier than usual with a large group coming in to celebrate… something. You never quite caught the reason. You were so busy tending the bar that you rarely looked up to see faces. It was nice to see the tip jar nearly overflowing towards the end of the night.

You were pulling drafts for a couple of regulars when the door flew open and a grinning Cecily walked in as if she was a triumphant warrior returning from battle. You laugh and announce loudly, “Batten down the hatches! Hurricane Cecily is blowing through town!”

“Hey!” Cecily laughs as she hugs you, “The place looks great! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’m really good. Looking forward to hearing more about your adventures.”

“Yes, but for now, I need a drink!” Cecily drags you to the bar.

“Let me guess… a blue motorcycle?” You smirk.

“You know me so well,” Cecily grins.

“How was your trip?” You smile as you make her drink.

“Fabulous! Saw the sights, made some friends, and had some good times. Pissed my dad off to all hell and back because I refused the match he arranged,” she giggles.

“He should know better by now,” you laugh. Cecily’s father had won the genetic lottery when he, a beta, and her mother, also a beta, produced an Omega offspring. He had hopes of marrying her off to make connections and strengthen the family standing. What he hadn't planned on was her strong will and refusal to marry until she fell in love. It was something you envied about her and probably one of the things that had drawn the two of you together. She was an Omega that a family centered their hopes on which she refused to comply with and you were the broken Omega who had disappointed your family with your inability to comply.

“No matter their designation, men are all the same. Hard headed and yet oblivious,” Cecily rolls her eyes.

“Can't argue with that. I-”

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go," Frank's raspy voice interrupts.

"Hey Frankie," Cecily teases.

“Welcome back. What trouble are you planning to get into?” Frank asks as he takes the stool next to her.

“All the fun kind,” she grins.

“Oh, Cec, Frank's best friend is coming to town soon. You'll have to meet him. I have a hunch you two will be hilarious together,” you giggle as Frank narrows his eyes at you.

“Don't give her any ideas. Those two would tear apart the town together,” Frank turns to Cecily, “And if you let him, your bed, too.”

“Well, I'm certain I can show him a good time while he's here," Cecily says slyly.

"Heard from him yet?" You ask.

"Yep," Frank says with a withering glance at Cecily. "He'll be here tomorrow. Leaving Sunday night or Monday."

"I can't wait to meet him," you wink at Frank.

Cecily gives him a wicked smile, "Your best friend must be so interesting. Tell me about him."

Frank looks up at the ceiling as if praying for help but, knowing Cecily won't give up easily, he gives a few details, "He's an Alpha. Owns a security company. Real smooth with the 'megas and isn't the kind anyone can pin down. Just your type."

"What are you trying to say, Frank?" Cecily narrows her eyes.

"Nothin'," Frank gives a shit eating grin.

"Mm-hm," Cecily sips her drink.

"Okay, you two, enough. I've got the room ready for him and a bottle of booze waiting," you say as a fresh group comes through the front door, "Play nice while I deal with the newcomers."

You walked away unworried about the two. Despite the way they ribbed each other, they actually liked one another. Cecily held respect for the man who had seen the gem that is her best friend and Frank was grateful for the unwavering support she showed you. So, while they always had harmless barbs to lob at each other, there was a mutual respect shared.

Occasionally as you poured drinks and served, you would glance over to see them conversing companionably. In one such moment though, your stomach dropped a bit seeing Cecily's hand on his knee as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. You shook the feeling away, knowing she would never do anything untoward, and relaxed even more when Frank laughed while shaking his head. She was probably making a comment she didn't want overheard. You berated yourself for being so insecure. Frank was a good man and, even if he did choose to leave you for an Omega without your hindrances, he would never hurt you in that way. He would tell you... or he would just disappear, which was one of your biggest fears. One day, you would wake up alone and every trace of your life together would be gone.

Just the thought was devastating. You had never expected him to stay this long and now you were spoiled by the presence of an Alpha in your life. You shake the negative thoughts away. Frank is your Alpha and he is going to mate you. But even that thought came with doubts. Your mind wouldn't let you believe that he would really mate you. He had said it to comfort you. He hadn't really meant it. He wouldn't tie himself to a wrecked Omega for life. No Alpha would.

"Hey! Can I get another one?" A voice pulls you out of your melancholy thoughts.

"You got it," you smile at the man and pour. The night is busy for a Thursday but you manage to make it back over to Frank and Cecily after a while.

"Frank has been filling me in on his friend. I can't wait to meet him," Cecily smiles.

"Well then, he's given you more information than he's given me," you laugh with a wink at Frank.

"That's not true. I've told you stories about Bill," Frank laughs.

"I had pull teeth just for you to tell me his last name!" You assert.

"That's highly personal information," Frank smirks.

"What is his last name?" Cecily asks.

"Now see what you've started!" Frank exclaims. You stick your tongue out at him and laugh as his face drops. "Oh, very mature," Frank grouses.

"I'm sure your thoughts were when I did it," you tease him, leaning over the bar to whisper the words.

"You're gonna be using it tonight," Frank groans out and then grabs you by the back of the neck to lay a kiss on you. His tongue plunders your mouth before he releases you with a smirk. You knew you were in for it when you got home and you couldn’t wait.

“Ugh, now I’m looking even more forward to this friend of yours coming. Maybe I can interest him in a little PDA,” Cecily pouts. “I’m heading out. See ya tomorrow.”

“Night,” you and Frank say in unison.

“Do you want me to stay?” Frank asks.

“No, it’s okay. Head to the cabin and rest. I’ll see you in a bit,” you reassure him.

“Alright. Be careful,” Frank gives a backwards wave as he heads for the door.

The cabin. You always called it that or the house, never home. Part of you was scared he would correct you if you did; the other part worried it would scare him away. It was a precarious place that you stayed mentally with Frank. A fine line you balanced between loving his presence and fearing his absence. Would you ever feel confident in his commitment?

Billy coming had to mean something. Frank wouldn’t introduce you to his best friend, the closest thing he had to family, if he didn’t have intentions of staying. Maybe it was because you felt like Frank always had his eye on the door, waiting for the moment he would have to leave or for his past to catch up to him. How much did you even really know about his past? Maybe meeting Billy would give you more insight into him.

When the bar closed a couple of hours later, your bouncer, Jordan, walked you to your car. A precaution he insisted on since the incident with the drunken Alpha. You wondered at times if Frank had asked him (or threatened his life) to ensure you got to your car safely. He really was sweet in his gruff way.

By the time you made it to the cabin, the windows were dark. The porchlight and a small lamp just inside the front door were on but the rest of the house was dark and quiet. You smile to yourself, remembering Frank offering to stay until closing. Obviously, you had made the right decision to send him home since he was already asleep. He worked hard and deserved the rest.

You quietly make your way to the bathroom and quickly wash up. You peek out the door at him and a sliver of light falls over his body. His arms were curled behind his head, his bare chest rising and falling with slow breaths, and between his thick thighs his heavy cock laid. You lick your lips and feel a surge of disappointment that he’s not awake but then a wicked thought crosses your mind. He never shies from waking you up by fucking you… maybe he wouldn’t mind the same treatment. After all, he had said you'd be putting your tongue to work when you got home and you didn't want to make a liar out of him.

Shedding your clothing, you make your way to the bed. The sliver of light from the bathroom still lays over him. When he first came to your house, he would wake at every noise or touch but over the months, he had relaxed and was actually a fairly deep sleeper. Leaning over him, you lick a stripe from tip to base. His cock jumps and he stirs but his eyes don’t open. You repeat the action bringing another small response from him. Taking him into your mouth, you work your way down his thick cock inch by inch, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. Frank makes a sexy groan as he flexes towards you, his eyes slowly open as you watch. He grabs your head and moves you slowly up and down.

“Fuck, this’s the hottest way to be woken up,” he growls. “Couldn’t wait until the morning for this cock, huh, babe? Had to have it in you one way or the other?”

You moan your agreement while hollowing your cheeks. Frank’s deep growling moans are making you wet and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure.

“Goddamn, I can smell you. Getting wet from sucking this cock. Get up here. C’mon,” Frank uses his grip to pull you away from his cock and then up to straddle him. You immediately position him at your entrance and sink down, biting your lip to hold in your moan. “What’d I tell you about that?” Frank pulls your lip from your teeth.

“Don’t,” you whisper.

“I wanna hear every sound,” he insists. “Now, you wanted this cock so bad, let’s see what you do with it.” His smirk relays the challenge as he lays back, folding his hands behind his head.

Never one to back down from such a challenge, you knew you had to make this good. You worked your hips to get every last inch of his thick cock inside of you. He was so thick that each drag of his cock was a direct hit to your g spot but he was in so deep there was a bite of pain when he hit your cervix. You ignored it as you rode him and eventually it lessened to a mere whisper of discomfort. Putting your hands on his chest, you leaned a little more forward to grind your clit against him and let out a long moan as the new angle hit even more pleasurably.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Frank groans and then flexes up into you.

“Oh! Fuck,” you whimper. You move more quickly, squeezing him as you barrel yourself towards orgasm. Not worried anymore about living up to his challenge, that first spark had alighted in your belly and you chased it.

Frank ran his calloused fingertips over your nipples, no longer content to be a mere observer. He squeezed and feathered over them while watching your face. His hips came up to meet yours and your mouth dropped open to let out a small cry. He repeated the motion until he saw that sweet look pass over your face. The one that told him you were too far gone to turn back and he held himself back from coming with you. He wasn’t ready to be done yet.

“I’m coming,” you cried as the waves of pleasure took over. Your body spasms around him as you ride out the orgasm.

“Atta, girl. Squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck,” Frank watches as you fall apart on top of him. When your orgasm had run its course, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath but it didn’t last more than a few seconds when a smack landed on your ass and Frank’s gruff voice said, “We ain’t done yet, ‘mega. You wanted this cock so bad, you woke me from a dead sleep. Now you gotta finish what you started. Move that ass.”

The shit-eating grin on his face made you want to be just a little defiant. You pull off of him and he immediately protests, “Where do you think you're going, ‘mega?”

Pushing him back down on the bed, you lean in to give him a small but potent kiss. “Trust me, Alpha,” you give him a seductive look before turning around and straddling him again in reverse. You work his cock inside of you again and then look over your shoulder, “You wanted to see me move that ass…”

You bounce on top of him, being sure to give him a full view of your ass cheeks as you fuck him. Frank loved your ass and was always grabbing, slapping, or finding some other way to get his hands on it. Somehow, you had never gotten around to this particular position with him and you could tell right away it wouldn’t be the last time. His hands shot out immediately to grope you, a smack landing only a few seconds later.

“Fuck, yeah,” Frank growled, his hands never stilling as he watched you fuck him. He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your cheeks with each motion you made while seeing his cock splitting you open. He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before pressing it to your tight little hole. He rubbed back and forth, teasing just the tip against your ring of muscle, as you rode him harder and harder.

“Oh, fuck, Alpha. It’s so good,” you whined. The angle was hitting your g spot and you could feel yourself building again.

“That’s right,” Frank growls, landing another smack to your ass, “Good, little ‘mega. Just need this Alpha’s fat cock splitting you open, huh?”

“Yes!” Is the only word you can manage at this point. You were tiring but the pull of another orgasm and Frank’s words were enough to keep you going. You were dripping from his praise.

“Fuck!” Frank cries out before grabbing your hips and slamming up into you forcefully. He repeats the motion over and over again and you can’t hold in your scream when you come. Frank’s loud grunts as he releases inside makes you clench around him. He flexes a few more times while holding you in place against him. When he had calmed, he pulled out and then positioned you to lay next to him. “Thanks for the wake up call,” he chuckles in your ear.

“My pleasure,” you laugh. “I think I’ve always known the answer to the question of whether you’re a boobs or butt man but I think tonight solidified it.”

“Ass man, all the way,” Frank’s laugh rumbles through his chest.

“Shocking,” you tease.

“Mm-hm,” comes out quietly.

You glance over your shoulder at him and see he’s already drifting back to sleep. You smile to yourself and listen for his breathing to even out before slipping out of the bed to clean up. Glancing back at Frank from the door, you shake your head at his ability to be fucking the life out of you one minute and then practically asleep the next. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form, knowing you’d probably never hear those words from him.

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The next night, Friday, was busy as usual. Frank had sent a text that a water main break had delayed him and he’d be late making it to the bar. It made you a little nervous that you might meet Billy without him here but you try to brush it off and keep up with the crowd. Especially since your other bartender called out. You were glad Cecily had made an early appearance and you set her to work behind the bar with you. She was great at helping out in a pinch and genuinely enjoyed working the bar, as the tip jar showed. Her flirtation skills were on point as you watched her flip her hair and wink at a patron. She knew how to play them like a fiddle.

She looked gorgeous. Her short, wavy hair fell over her forehead attractively, giving a peekaboo effect that was coquettish. Tight black jeans, boots, and a one shoulder green tank hugged her curves as she twirled a glass in her hand before pulling the tap. You smiled as your eyes followed her for a few moments and she sent you a wink when she caught your stare.

You were in a lull when the smell hit you, something dark and woodsy and undeniably Alpha. You turned to find a stranger sitting at the end of your bar with his eye on you. His incredibly dark eyes seemed to bore holes right through you. He was handsome, lean but muscular, dark hair brushed back from his forehead in an undercut, and casual clothes that seemed tailor fit. He was dreamy for lack of a better word. Making your way over, you smile at the newcomer, “Well, hello there, stranger. What can I get for you?”

“Whiskey, neat,” the man says as he eyes you.

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you smirk, “I’m afraid this bar’s version of top shelf is Johnny Walker. You strike me as more of a Lagavulin man.”

His face cracks a smile that had probably dropped more than a few pairs of panties, “You’re good, but don’t worry, I’ll stomach the Johnny Walker just fine.”

“You got it, chief,” you turn to pour the drink. Setting it in front of him, you lean on the bar, “What brings you to town?”

“Visiting a friend,” he says as he glances over at Cecily as she puts on a show while making drinks.

Following his line of vision, you grin, “She’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Is she the owner?”

“Mmm, excuse me,” you are distracted by another patron motioning for a refill. You quickly pour the drink and a few others before making it back to him. Pouring him a second drink, you breath in his scent covertly, “Ac-”

“So, do you ever take a customer home?” He gives you a smoldering look.

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter.

“Only when going after something I want,” his eyes take a lazy path down to your cleavage before flicking back up to your eyes. You lean in closer to him, lowering your voice conspiratorially you say, “Not really but just occasionally someone tall, dark, and handsome blows through and I find I just can’t resist.” His eyes darken as he studies you and you could read his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud. “Oh, and to answer your earlier question, no, I’m the owner… Billy. Welcome to town.”

Part 3

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fizzigigsimmer · 2 years

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Part 2/3

The Wish Your Heart Makes

Summary: Billy Hargrove goes to sleep a 15 year old omega in sunny California and wakes up someone else in Chicago. The man everyone thinks he is has everything Billy ever wanted - and everything Billy never let himself want too. Including an adorable little hell raiser and the alpha of his dreams.

“What’s the deal with all the ghouls and shit?” Billy asked something that had been bugging him for a while. “You telling me twenty years in the future people are still hanging onto Halloween in December?”

“Actually, it’s only October twenty-eighth.” Steve answered with a small grin. There was a glint of mischief in his eye when he added, “Welcome to Chicago.” that made Billy feel like his Billy was not impressed at all by the weather out here.

“You must have been hiding a lot under that towel Harrington, to convince your man to move some place it fucking snows before it’s even officially winter.” Billy grumbled. Delusion or not, he still couldn’t bring himself to think of this body as his. “Why’s your kid listening to Christmas music in October anyway?”

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#harringrove #harringrove fic #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #alpha!steve harrington #omega!billy #abo fic #time travel #body swap

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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All I can think about right now is like any Ben Barnes character during their rut as an Alpha. Like omg would I want to be their mate.

This wasn’t a request but you said any character, and my mind went to all the characters so I ended up writing a little something for most of them. Enjoy?

Characters: Alpha!Aleksander Morozova, Alpha!Logan Delos, Alpha!Billy Russo, Alpha!Benjamin Greene (all x fem!omega!reader)

Warnings [18+]: typical a/b/o themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, smidge of primal play for Billy, dirty talk, bit of degradation from Aleksander, hint of spanking for Logan.

Aleksander Morozova

“You should rest.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your words fall on deaf ears as Aleksander rifles through the papers on his desk, stalking into his bedroom to search for a particular document.

The meeting concluded several minutes ago but the palpable tension has yet to be cleared from the air. Aleksander is ignoring his rut, a terrible habit of his, which subjects everyone around him to the tantalising smell of his frustration and arousal.

Almost all the omegas in the meeting ended up excusing themselves, their heats triggered by Aleksander’s scent. It’s taking everything in you not to submit to him yourself.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up, the veins in his forearms bulging, and his hair is loose and ruffled. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and the urge to lick it seizes you. Clenching your jaw shut, you cross your arms as you stand in the doorway watching him.

“General.”

He doesn’t look up at you, but the tension in his shoulders seems to tighten.

“What happened to docile little omegas?” he remarks bitingly. Keeping your voice coy and soft, you cock your head aside, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Would you like me to be docile, sir?”

Turning his head, Aleksander locks eyes with you, his gaze flickering down to the curve of your neck where his mating mark is on display against your pulse. He growls lowly, striding towards you and grasping onto your waist.

He spins you, pushing you down onto the bed with his teeth bared. A hand closes around your throat, pining you to the mattress as he leans over you.

“You little minx.”

Mischief sparkles in your eyes and Aleksander huffs out a small laugh. Then, much to your disappointment, he releases you. Instantly, you place your hand over his, guiding it back to your throat.

“You don’t need to hide this from me, Aleksander. I can take it, I promise.”

There’s hesitation in his eyes. As your mate, he is always so attentive during your heat, but when it comes to his rut he ignores his own urges to stop himself from hurting you.

Hooking your leg around his waist, you stroke your calf down the side of his body.

“Please, alpha. I’m here for you. Use me.”

His gaze darkens, the blackness filling his eyes is your only warning before you’re flipped over onto your stomach. The ripping sting of fabric brushes against your skin as he tears the clothing from your body.

Scrambling, you prop yourself onto your knees for him. Then he pushes himself inside you. Being around him all day has ensured that you’re wet enough to take him so suddenly but there’s still a twinge of pain that simmers delightfully under your skin.

Aleksander groans loudly in relief, his breathing sharp against your back as he presses his forehead into the space between your shoulder blades.

His finger dig into your hips, nails biting into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his hips slaps hard against your cheeks, the force of his fucking reverberating through your body relentlessly.

Filthy words of appraisal and sweet degrading remarks all jumbled into an almost incoherent mess begin to stream from his lips. Every word you do manage to hear through your shared moans and gasps sends a jolt of pleasure through your abdomen.

Sweet little mate. Perfect cunt. Tight and hot and wet. Like a common whore. Can you hear it, omega? Such a good omega. So good for me. Mine. All mine. You belong to me.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder as you clench around his cock, his tongue traces over the mark left there lapping up the hot smear of blood that is blossoming to the surface. Then he bites again. His nails scratch over your thighs, leaving raised lines in their wake.

Drool slips from your lips, soaking the sheets as you surrender completely to Aleksander’s pursuit of pleasure.

He turns your head, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck as he pushes his knot inside you. Both of you hiss at the feeling. The stretch burns through your body, driving everything except Aleksander from your mind.

All Aleksander can think of it how tightly you’re gripping his knot. Everything else, the frustration that had been under his skin since yesterday morning, the heavy tension in his muscles, the overwhelming pressure in his chest, it’s all gone.

His climax is within reach and he jerks his hips forwards frantically as he chases his pleasure. Mindlessly, his fingers rub against your clit, hurtling you towards your own peak. He growls, teeth clenched hard as he breathes in your scent.

His nose nudges against the mating mark on your throat and your scent sharpens. As soon as you hit your climax, it triggers Aleksander’s own release and the two of you groan and succumb to pleasure instantaneously.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt sends a shiver down Aleksander’s spine, the heat of his spend inside you soothing his more primal instincts. Now that he’s sated, all he wants is your affection.

But his knot is still inside you, and will remain so for a few more minutes.

He shifts uncomfortably, attempting not hold himself up with his forearms and not crush you with his weight.

“I’ve remembered what I dislike about this position,” he says quietly, to which you hum in response. “I can’t hold you properly,” he adds with a small huff of frustration.

A soft laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you, Sasha,” you whisper with a smile.

His fingertips trace lightly over your back, featherlight when he reaches the marks already blooming over your skin and the tiny drops of dried blood.

“I’ve made quite the mess of you.”

“Good,” you say, your voice muffled by your pillow. “It’ll remind them all who I belong to.”

A deep rumble emanates from the back of his throat and he nuzzles his face against your back. His perfect little mate - you always know what to say to him.

Guilt still settles in his stomach, at the thought of hurting you, especially with the desperate need for your affection growing in his chest.

Once he pulls out of you, he’s being tugged into your arms. He settles himself against your chest as you lean back into the pillows propped next to the dark oak headboard. Aleksander tilts his head, his temple pressed against your cheek, and you kiss his face gently.

He heaves out a sigh and you can feel the last of the tension leave his body as you curl your arms around him fully. Aleksander curls his hands around each of your forearms to ensure you won’t let go of him.

Quietly, you hum an Old Ravkan tune he had taught you, occasionally licking affectionately at the mating mark on his neck or nipping playfully at the shell of his ear.

Aleksander’s eyes flutter closed and his breathing grows steady but he doesn’t fall sleep. Such a state of relaxation is rare for him.

“I love you,” he breathes out softly. “You’re everything to me.”

Logan Delos

“Welcome home, alpha.”

Logan halts at the entrance to your shared bedroom. He tilts his head back, groaning through a grin as he palms his hand over his bulge.

“God I fucking love you.”

He tugs at his belt, his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his suit trousers as he stares down at you.

The bedcovers have been discarded onto the floor, giving the two of you optimum space to play with one another. Somehow, you must have known his rut was about to begin, because you’re already in position with your legs spread wide, glistening cunt on display.

He tosses his belt onto the floor, discarding his trousers and shrugging off his jacket and shirt. His scent, like fresh orange juice and sun lotion has your teeth aching for a bite of him.

His dark eyes lock onto your cunt as he reaches the foot of the bed, crawling over the mattress towards you. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he drinks in the sight and smell of his mate.

Logan nuzzles his face against your thigh, a whine catching in your throat as his rough facial hair scratches at your sensitive skin. He bites down, pearly white teeth creating a bruising mark there, claiming your most intimate parts as his once again.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, aching to be inside you. Logan has never had much patience, though his love of teasing seems to be overruling his own need.

He continues to nip and bite at your thighs, mouthing sloppy kisses and tracing his tongue over his favourite spots - the ones that make you squirm the most.

Logan loves toying with you. There’s nothing better to him. He can smell your frustration and can see your need dripping down onto the sheets. Despite the effects of his rut that are slowing beginning to settle into his system, he’s tempted to continue torturing you.

Sweat glosses over your skin, you’ve thoroughly wound yourself up. Before Logan arrived, you had done your best to fantasise about your alpha to ensure that you would be wet enough to take him the moment he arrived home.

Knowing Logan, you should have known he would surprise you like this.

He kisses his way up your body, leaving bites and settling his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers press into your skin, preventing any sort of squirming. His strength always catches you off guard.

Logan’s teeth scrape delicately over your hardened nipple and you whine pitifully. Chest heaving, you whimper when he laps at your breasts with a delighted expression on his face.

His arousal begins to smear over your thighs as he nestles himself between them.

Eyes darkening, he grins wickedly before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside with one smooth motion. Gritting your teeth, you moan loudly. His grin sharpens, teeth flashing as he hisses at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock.

He pulls out, only to slam his hips back down against yours, setting a punishing pace that has you both panting against one another’s mouths. Logan kisses you frantically, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue as you consume one another.

Nails digging into his shoulders, you scramble for some sense of balance as he removes your ability to do anything except take what he gives you. He bites down on your lip, sucking on the bruised flesh when you whimper.

In retaliation, you reach down to his backside, giving him ass cheek a squeeze to encourage him deeper inside you. His vigour increases, spurred on by your touch, and you can’t resist giving him a small swat on the ass.

His hand locks around your throat, squeezing lightly, and you grin at one another as you clench around him. He growls at the feeling, teeth flashing as he increases his pace as he fucks you.

Crying out his name, you feel the steady spiral of pleasure begin to swoop in your stomach. Frantically you jerk your hips against his, weak little thrusts in an attempt to match his own enthusiasm. Both of you grasp at one another, nails biting into flesh.

He tips his head back, baring his neck, and you sink your teeth into his throat without a second thought. He spills inside you, the hot spray of his release immediately sending your body hurtling into your own climax with a frightening speed.

He swears loudly at the feeling of your cunt twitching around his sensitive cock. Both of you moan at the sensations running through you as bliss soaks into your bodies. Logan collapses on top of you with a dramatic huff and a groan, which makes you giggle.

His smile is bright at the sound of your laughter, as he lifts his head up from the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” he says lightly. His parents weren’t the best example of a mated couple but you’re too tired to argue properly with him. So you poke him.

“Shut up and let me be here for you,” you mumble.

He smiles widely.

Billy Russo

He’s surprised his glass hasn’t shattered in his hand. Billy takes a slow swallow of the chilled liquid, relishing the coolness on his tongue in contrast to the heat that is burning underneath his loose swim shorts.

The summer heat certainly isn’t helping the feeling of his oncoming rut, and neither is the sight of you in that ridiculously tiny bikini.

He watches from his place at the bar as you lounge on one of the sun-beds by the pool. One leg lying along the length of the lounger whilst the other is folded with your ankle tucked beneath the knee of your extended leg.

Billy knows the bite marks on your thighs are visible to everyone, his claim on you made obvious for anyone who looks at you. He watches as you drape your arm over your forehead to shield your face from the sun.

He can see your eyes are closed, you must be dozing lightly. Downing the rest of his drink, he tosses a wad of notes onto the bar top before he stalks towards you.

“Billy?” you mumble, your words thick with near sleep as you register a shadow over you.

As you inhale his scent, sticky vanilla like melted ice cream, a thrum of arousal runs through you in response.

Lifting your head, you meet his darkened eyes immediately as he towers over you.

“Alpha?”

A growl rumbles in his chest.

“We’re leaving,” he demands.

If there weren’t so many people around, you might have given him some resistance, and he would throw you over his shoulder. The two of you like to playing into your more primal instincts during Billy’s rut.

He grips the steering wheel hard through the entire drive home. The windows are rolled down fully so that he can concentrate on the road without the combination of your scents distracting him.

When you finally reach the small villa Billy had rented for the summer, he breathes a sigh of relief. He leans over the console of the car, grasping the back of your head to meet his lips in an all-consuming kiss.

By the time he withdraws from you, your chest is heaving, your lips swollen and slick with his saliva.

Some of the tension leaves Billy’s shoulders as you step inside the air-conditioned villa. Cool marble floor against his bare feet as he slips his shoes off.

He slips his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his body. He rolls his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing against your practically bare ass cheeks. He nips at the mating mark on your neck and you whine.

“I’m gonna go make a drink,” he murmurs lowly against your ear. His mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of your throat and his scent is addictive. “You are gonna go hide for me.”

A delighted shiver rolls down your spine. You love it when Billy is playful like this. Hiding always spikes your arousal, waiting in anticipation for your Alpha to find you.

It’s even better when he’s close to is rut, because he smells so delicious and his words are always so tempting when he tries to convince you to come out of hiding.

Once he does find you, it’s likely he’ll let you slip through his fingers to initiate a little chase around the villa. Billy will know the floor plan by heart, after all he bought this place, and will follow your scent like the predator he is.

“Yes, alpha,” you whisper.

Tugging at the strings of your bikini, you allow the fabric to slip down onto the floor as you take a few meandering steps away from your alpha. He groans at the sight of you, breathing in a deep inhale as he seeks to control himself.

With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you walk slowly, waiting until he’s out of sight before you begin to move quickly. If you ran off immediately, Billy would have been too tempted to chase. Spoiling your fun before it can even begin.

Now all you need to do is hide.

Benjamin Greene

“Benji?” you mumble, blinking tiredly as you wake.

His mouth moves leisurely over your neck, nosing at the mating mark just under your ear. His tongue traces over the mark, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry, love. Just need your sweet little cunt for a few minutes. That alright with you?”

The air is thick with his comforting scent, shortbread biscuits and old book pages, curling around you like a blanket. His cock is hard against your stomach and you can already guess that his rut has arrived early.

Humming contentedly, you nod in consent, your eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Just relax, my omega.”

He sucks lightly on your earlobe and a soft moan catches in your throat, even as your awareness begins to drift a little. Benjamin’s low groan as he breathes in your scent brings you back to reality a little, making you aware of the need threading through your body.

“It’s alright, love,” he soothes, though there’s a strained quality to his voice as the sheets rustle. The heat of the summer has meant you’ve both forgone clothing tonight. “Just going to fill you up for a while.”

He continues to mouth sleepily at your neck, paying extra attention to the mating mark almost subconsciously. Hooking one of your legs over his hip, he sinks his cock into you. Eyes fluttering closed, you moan quietly as he rocks his hips subtly to adjust his position.

“Benji,” you whisper. He hushes you.

“Go back to sleep, love. This is all I need for now.”

Benjamin is rock hard inside you when you wake at sunrise.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you breathe in the heavy scent of your alpha in the midst of his rut. There’s a small frown creasing at his dark brows, no doubt a result of his aching cock and the urge to help ease his discomfort fills your chest.

His skin is flushed, a pretty pink dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, which you immediately collect with your tongue. He hums quietly in his sleep, hips shifting upwards. His dark hair is ruffled adorably and there’s a small pout on his lips.

Slowly, you roll your hips forward against his. The spark of friction you gain is enough of an incentive for you to continue, even though Benji’s pleasure is what you’re really searching for.

Benjamin stirs a little when you turn him over onto his back and he begins to wake as you straddle his hips, sliding up and down leisurely over his cock, your hands splayed over his chest. He groans deeply as his lashes flutter open, revealing his dark eyes filled with unbridled need.

He presses his head back into the pillows, showing off the expanse of his throat as he sighs in pleasure.

“Alpha,” you whisper against his neck, licking at the mating mark there. “Let me take care of you, please?”

His hands settle on your thighs, warm palms squeezing the soft skin there gently in encouragement. He murmurs praises quietly under his breath as you roll your hips against his taking him deeper.

Sweat glosses over his bare chest and you lick a pathway down his collarbones and across his pectorals, hands smoothing affectionately over his soft stomach where his muscles are tensing rapidly.

His hips jerk forward mindlessly and with gritted teeth you nestle your body firmly against his, easing his knot into your slick entrance. He gasps sharply, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his knot and hardened cock.

“Relax, Benji,” you soothe him. “I’ve got you. Please, alpha. Want you to fill me up.”

Sleeping inside you for most of the night has made him sensitive to your touch, not to mention how much energy his rut always takes out of him. Slick smears over your thighs, making a thorough mess of the two of you.

Grinding against one another, Benjamin places his palm on the small of your back, meeting each of your thrusts with a lazy one of his own. Panting and moaning into one another’s mouths, you kiss with a burning intensity that has you clenching uncontrollably around him.

He chokes on a groan, pressing himself hard against you as tears prickle in your eyes. His pubic bone catches against your clit, providing a dizzying burst of pleasure that thrums beneath your skin and you begin to chant his name in a low whisper.

“Benji, my alpha, please.”

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, tugging on the sensitive skin as you tip over the edge. Bliss floods through your body as you climax, and soon he’s spilling inside you with a low moan.

Collapsing onto his chest, you hum at the pleasurable feeling of being filled to the brim by your alpha. He strokes his hands over your back, easing the aching muscles there as you both catch your breath.

“Thank you, omega. You were perfect, my love.”

Contentment warms in your chest at the thought of pleasing your alpha. His rut is by no means over, but this was certainly a pleasant start.

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